#instead of being forced to jolly roger it

[luffington]

fur & feathers ♡

✧.* art credit!

➤ summary: You tried your hardest to stay out of their way this time. Unsurprisingly, you ended up sandwiched between them instead. (18+)

➤ pairing: sir crocodile x afab!reader x donquixote doflamingo, crocodile x doflamingo

➤ word count: 4.2k

➤ warnings: sub!reader, mean dom!croc & meaner dom!doffy, double penetration, anal sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (m receiving), creampie, breeding kink, degradation, objectification, power play, she/her & 'girl' used

➤ notes: purely self-indulgent filth..... i am not seeing heaven's gates

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Being Sir Crocodile’s personal secretary obviously had its benefits. Traveling to all sorts of conferences alongside him, meeting important and influential people, and always feeling protected. You lived a more lavish life than the vast majority of Alabastans, and all it took was looking the other way when documents with a winged Jolly Roger appeared on his desk. But it had some major downfalls, too, like putting up with whatever the hell was going on between your boss and that blonde feathery freak. 

You tried your hardest to stay out of their way this time. Unsurprisingly, you ended up sandwiched between them instead. 

Fragrant and flashy perfume clashed with the thick and heady scent of an expensive cigar, overwhelming your senses and making you dizzy. Crocodile’s lengthy cock was buried deep in your throat. You choked and sputtered around it, trying your hardest to use your mouth well and please your boss. Doflamingo’s harsh thrusts into your pussy from behind were making it difficult.

Your wrists had long lost their strength to support you, so you were positioned on your knees and elbows. The dark-haired man comfortably reclined on a stack of plush pillows, his ring-covered hand resting on the crown of your head. Doflamingo gripped your hips hard and repeatedly slammed his enormous dick inside you, practically penetrating your womb. You didn’t have to see him to know that he was maniacally grinning. 

You were fully naked and on display for the two men (to be fair, the blonde was already half-naked when he entered the room). Their perfectly sculpted and scarred bodies were also completely bare, but somehow they both still had their coats on. You would have laughed at the absurdity if it didn’t remind you of their high status and how far below them you were. Or maybe it just was an unspoken challenge between them – first one to take theirs off loses.

They had already made you cum three times before they even got their dicks out. Under the guise of being a gracious host, Crocodile had allowed Doflamingo the honor of your first orgasm of the night. He had made you straddle his thigh and get yourself off by rubbing your bare cunt on his leather pants, bouncing his leg up and down and cackling sadistically at your humiliated expression. Then Crocodile had eaten you out as the other man fondled your tits, and then Doflamingo had strung you up until you couldn’t move an inch while they worked together to torture your pussy. They were each menaces on their own, but somehow sharing your body like this didn’t make their egos clash – they cooperated. It was only a matter of time until they figured out something kinky to do with Crocodile’s sand powers, and then you’d be truly fucked.

You were losing yourself in the salty taste of Crocodile’s cock, the thickness of it stretching your mouth almost painfully while your nose repeatedly brushed against his neatly groomed pubes. Slowly forcing your head up and down, never giving you more than a second to breathe. He was barely sweating, looking down at you with cold eyes as he puffed at the cigar hanging from his lips. A direct contrast to Doflamingo bullying your poor cunt and shoving your body forwards onto the other man’s lap with every thrust. 

A dry finger suddenly prodded at your asshole, causing you to choke around your boss’s cock. Crocodile clicked his tongue. “Two holes at once? You’re being greedy, Doffy.” His words were teasing, a wicked smirk on his scarred face while he continued ignoring your obvious protests. 

“You get to use her whenever you want. I think that’s pretty greedy.” The blonde frowned, continuing to insistently circle his fingertip around your rim. “Besides, I’m trying to do something nice for you. You can have her pussy, so I’ll take her ass.”

The dark-haired man exhaled a cloud of smoke. Without his hand holding you down, you pulled off of his dick with a lewd wet noise and spun your head to face Doflamingo. “W-wait… both… at the, ahh, same ti-ime…?” Your muddled mind tried to express your fear, knowing full well that neither of them would care. “C-can’t fit…”

“You don’t know that until you try,” Doflamingo replied with a twisted grin. Actually, he wasn’t sure why the three of you hadn’t tried it yet. Perhaps it had something to do with your size difference. Both men were unnaturally tall – the blonde often made fun of Crocodile for only being 8’4 – and their cocks were more than proportional. Each was longer than your forearm and practically matched the thickness. Your stomach felt close to bursting from just one. 

Looking to your boss for help, you silently pleaded for some hint of kindness inside the man. His cold glare and cruel smile granted you none.

At first, you had assumed Crocodile was the nicer of the two, that he felt some kind of sympathy and held regard for human life. You quickly realized in horror that they were two sides of the same sadistic coin. The same need for dominance, longing for powerful positions, and lack of hesitation to step on anyone below them for their own benefit. Sure, Doflamingo used his strings very inappropriately in the bedroom. But Crocodile had never taken off his hook during sex, resulting in a few ‘accidental’ fading cuts on your back and thighs. Doflamingo was very open about his madness, while the other kept it neatly buttoned up under silk dress shirts.

“Don’t worry,” Crocodile rubbed your cheek, feigning gentleness, before saying, “We’ll make them fit.”

You gulped, feeling very much like prey caught in a fatal trap.

Doflamingo stopped his thrusts with his cock deep inside you and sucked his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, coating them with enough spit to not rip your hole. He would never be generous enough to use actual lube. 

He snickered when he caught Crocodile watching his movements and swirled his tongue teasingly around his digits. “Enjoying the view, baby?”

“I’m enjoying a break from that ridiculous smile of yours.” The other man replied smoothly. “Maybe I’ll use my fingers to shut you up the next time you say something irritating.”

“Your fingers are too rough,” the blonde pouted and shoved a long finger inside your asshole in one go, making you cry out and clench your fists. Neither man acknowledged your pained reaction, though you felt Doflamingo’s cock twitch excitedly inside you. “My mouth feels all sandy afterwards.”

Crocodile smirked to himself — he controlled every grain of sand in his body, so any bits left behind in Doflamingo’s mouth (or in his clothes, or the crevices of his body) was intentional. His gaze flickered down to you, grasping the base of his cock and timidly licking at his tip. “You can do better than that, slut.” You instantly swallowed it halfway, not daring to upset your boss.

The dark haired man let out a content sigh as he watched the beautiful scene in front of him. Your back glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and a giant red Doffy-shaped handprint still burned on your ass. The blonde’s pace had slowed down slightly so he could focus on preparing your asshole with no gentleness whatsoever. He used two digits to spread your hole wide, then spat directly inside it. You whimpered at the filthy feeling, sending pleasant vibrations through Crocodile’s cock. 

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Doflamingo swore, watching his saliva disappear inside you. “What a good little whore.” You unconsciously wiggled your hips at his praise. 

The more he pushed and prodded deep inside you, the harder it was to focus on pleasuring the cock in your mouth. Wordlessly, Crocodile placed his hook on the back of your neck, the sharp edge dangerously close to your throat. The message was clear – you immediately got to work, cheeks hollowing and sloppily drooling around his dick. 

Doflamingo nodded his chin at the heavy gold object. “You ever finger anyone with that glorified fish hook?” 

Your entire body went cold. Hopefully that wasn’t a suggestion.

“No, but you can be the first to try it out.” 

“Aww, Croc, you’re making me blush.” He didn’t seem even a tiny bit flustered.

Ignoring you was part of their sick game. Making you feel so incredibly small and unimportant. Nothing but a fleshlight for two of the most powerful men in the world to share while they bickered among themselves. 

Trying to regain their focus, you clenched your holes and moaned loudly. “Shh, darling,” Crocodile cooed mockingly. “The adults are talking.”

You hated how much that humiliation turned you on and made your core ache with need. 

“Well, she seems about ready.” Doflamingo chuckled, unceremoniously pulling out of your swollen pussy, his cock angry and red and shining with your juices. You fought to keep your lower half from collapsing to the bed. “How do you wanna do this?”

You looked up at Crocodile questioningly, not daring to take his dick out of your mouth yet. Your boss gently tugged at your hair and you raised your head, coughing and sputtering for air. You suddenly felt a shameful sense of emptiness – you missed having your holes stuffed full.

He stroked the back of your head as if you were his pet. “Any ideas, doll?”

It was the first time all night that they asked for your opinion, that you weren’t passively taking every bit of pleasure and pain that they graciously gave you. You gulped nervously, looking between both men. Doflamingo seemed especially excited to hear you pick your poison. 

“M-maybe… I could… sit in your laps?” You replied timidly, unsure if your input even mattered. 

“Is that a question or an answer?” Crocodile raised an eyebrow.

As calm and collected as both men seemed, you could tell they were growing impatient. Their cocks dripped precum and subtly twitched with need. You were desperate for stimulation, too, so you steeled your hazy mind and nodded resolutely. “I want to sit in your laps. Feel you both so deep inside me. I… I might go crazy if you don’t fuck me.” You turned to Doflamingo, batted your eyes innocently, and added, “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

The blonde threw his head back and moaned exaggeratedly. “Fuck, baby, you’re straight out of my wet dreams. Why don’t you visit Dressrosa sometime?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Crocodile gave the man a hard glare, helping your shaky body into a sitting position. “She’s mine. The best secretary I’ve had in years.”

Doflamingo cackled. “I forgot she’s your fucking employee! There’s no way you two actually get any work done. I bet I can open any file cabinet in your office and find cum stains on those papers.”

“Open anything in my office and I’ll throw you in my Sea Prism Stone cell.”

You rolled your eyes as you maneuvered yourself into Crocodile’s lap, using his shoulders for support as you straddled his slightly spread thighs. Their twisted flirting was seemingly endless. Couldn’t they have picked a better time?

“Don’t get bratty, darling,” he snickered and quickly slapped your breast, making you yelp in surprise. “Unless you can’t survive another minute without our dicks inside you.”

You nodded and bit your lip, feeling your juices trickle out of your hole and drop down your leg. “Please, sir, I need you. Need you both.” Crocodile hummed in satisfaction – he had trained you so well. He pressed an intoxicating open-mouthed kiss to your jaw and simultaneously twisted your nipple. 

“Starting without me isn’t fair.” Doflamingo grumbled petulantly as he shuffled into place behind you. It took a few tries until he found a way to comfortably tangle his hairy legs around Crocodile’s, their pelvises almost pressed together and his massive cock smacking against your spine. The blonde bit your earlobe and laughed when you flinched.

Your fists clenched onto Crocodile’s smooth fur jacket, breasts flush against his muscular pecs, while soft and wispy feathers grazed your back and sent ticklish shivers down your spine. The air felt electric with anticipation and excitement and pure unadulterated lust. Your body might hate you the next morning for this — no, you’d feel the aftermath of their desire for at least a few days. But at that moment, you needed your holes stuffed full more than you needed oxygen. 

With a shaky breath, you stood on your knees, their long cocks still barely fitting underneath you. Doflamingo tapped the crown of his dick against your rim before holding it steady. They waited with bated breath for you to sink down.

Two Warlords were inside you.

You felt like your body was ripping in half. And yet the pain made you even wetter, a debauched moan spilling from your lips and eyes rolling back into your skull. Both men simultaneously groaned in satisfaction, an angelic choir of devils singing your praise. Being on top gave you a refreshing sense of control… one that didn’t last very long.

Crocodile’s hand settled on your hip to gently coax you down, while Doflamingo pressed hard on your shoulders. When it was finally too much and your body refused to take any more – not even halfway down their massive lengths – tight strings wound around your thighs and forced you down the rest of the way. You cried out in anguish, speared on their massive cocks.

Thankfully, the two men let you adjust once you had their entire lengths inside you and rested in their laps. You shuddered in their hold, trying your best to calm your rapid heartbeat. Perhaps there was a hint of kindness in their decision, but it was more likely for their own benefit. A broken toy was no fun to play with and they weren’t even close to being done with you. 

Crocodile reclined against the bed’s headboard and let out a low whistle. “Fuck,” he swore in a gravelly voice, eyes half-lidded and seemingly hypnotized. “You are so fucking full.” 

You looked down in perverted fascination to see your stomach bulging unnaturally, almost making you appear pregnant. He ran his hand over the well-defined outline of his cock and you felt it twitch inside you excitedly.

“What? No fair, you’re hogging the view. Let me see.” Doflamingo pouted, leaning over your shoulder. He giggled ferociously at the sight. “Oh, that’s sexy as hell.” The hand that wasn’t manipulating his strings joined Crocodile’s to rub over your bulging belly, applying pressure to your womb and making you keen. “That feels good, huh? You like when we force our way inside your tight little holes and rearrange your guts?”

Your face burned red at his filthy words but you nodded rapidly. Your boss frowned and pinched your clit, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. “I thought I taught you to use your words.”

“Y-Yes, sir, I love it.” Doflamingo’s long tongue snaked out to lap away the single teardrop running down your cheek. 

“So obedient.” He nuzzled into your neck almost affectionately. “So good for us.”

Moments like this made you question what your relationship with them was. Sure, you were definitely more of a prized possession than a romantic partner, but maybe you possessed them in a different way. You would never voice that thought aloud, but it’s what prevented you from quitting your job, getting the hell out of Alabasta, and finding an actual partner and decent life somewhere else. They could have anyone in the world they desired, but Crocodile hadn’t been with anyone besides Doflamingo and you since the first time he fucked you on his office desk, much too horny to try to seduce you back to his bedroom.

And while you didn’t know what the other Warlord got up to in his own kingdom, at the very least, he always came back for more. Doflamingo could tell vicious lies dripping with sugar like no one else, but part of you hoped there was some truth in calling you gorgeous and perfect and his good little whore. 

You knew you were probably deluding yourself, but Doflamingo’s warm mouth sucking marks into your throat and Crocodile’s palm rubbing over your stomach soothingly made your heart ache and veins burn.

“Alright, enough. Let’s get started.” The blonde used his powers to raise your body slowly, revealing their cocks glistening with your juices. 

“No strings,” Crocodile interrupted, but added with a smirk, “Yet. Let her do it herself for now.”

Doflamingo licked his lips and leaned back on his hands leisurely. His strings loosened but didn’t disappear. “Show me what you’ve got, puppet.” 

This was a test. There would be hell to pay if you failed, though you weren’t sure if passing was humanly possible. You continued to rise up at the pace Doflamingo’s strings had set, inch by delicious inch rubbing against your walls until only the tips were inside you. “You’re both so big,” you bit your lip seductively. “I feel so empty without your dicks.”

Then you quickly sank back down to the base, knocking the air out of your lungs. Head flying back to rest on the blonde man’s feather-coated shoulder. Crocodile’s cock kissed your cervix as Doflamingo’s bullied its way inside your asshole deeper than anything was meant to go. 

You repeated the motion again and again, doing your best to clench your holes tight and take their entire lengths every time. 

“This is getting boring,” the blonde rolled his eyes impatiently. A subtle twitch of his fingers forced you onto your knees then slammed you back down to their laps, their balls slapping against your sensitive skin. You were too overwhelmed to even comprehend what happened, but the man continued to manipulate your body at a brutal pace. 

“Much better.” Crocodile agreed, taking in your blank expression and glazed-over eyes. Your mind completely shut off, focused on receiving every bit of carnal pleasure that the two Warlords graciously gave you. You were completely under their control and at their mercy. Your boss cooed at you mockingly. “Poor girl. There’s not a thought in that pretty little head of yours, huh, doll?”

Your silence answered his question so perfectly that he didn’t even punish you for not responding. 

“She fucking loves it. Look at her drool.” Doflamingo grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. He delighted in your debauched expression, tongue lolling out of your mouth, before leaning back and slapping your ass. Your body spasmed around their cocks. 

The blonde used his strings to hold you down as far as possible, admiring the bulge in your stomach again with a sick grin. You hardly noticed it — you hardly noticed anything at this point. Then he ripped Crocodile’s lit cigar from the corner of his mouth and haphazardly threw it across the room. Miraculously, nothing caught on fire. 

“That was expensive.” Crocodile snarled. 

“I don’t care about your fucking tobacco.” Doflamingo grabbed the other man’s slicked-back hair and slammed their lips together in a hungry kiss that was all teeth and tongue. You watched dazedly as they licked at each other’s mouths like feral animals. Matching each other’s intensity and fighting to maintain their dominance. With his free hand, the blonde groped your breast, squeezing it in his large palm before rolling your nipple between his fingers. 

The men pulled away, panting heavily from the intense kiss. A thick string of saliva kept their lips connected. Doflamingo broke it by swiping his tongue across Crocodile’s reddened bottom lip. 

“Let’s get her pregnant, Croc. I want her tits swollen with milk so I can suck them dry.” You felt a shiver run through your entire body. What a terrifying, deranged, yet tempting thought. You didn’t dare voice your thoughts, but the blonde still felt your ass clench around his cock. He cackled and roughly tugged at your nipple. “I think our little girl likes that idea.”

Crocodile’s dark eyes turned to you. “Consider yourself lucky that he’s not in your pussy.” As if he was wearing a condom himself. As if he even owned condoms. 

Doflamingo suddenly leaned forward and knocked you down with his weight, causing you and Crocodile to fall like dominos. The dark-haired man was almost flat on his back and you were crushed between their bodies, breasts uncomfortably squished against your boss’s fleshy chest. A cloud of pink feathers suddenly encompassed you, hanging loosely from the blonde’s shoulders and fully caging you in. Now that he was on top, he released the strings from around your thighs. Doflamingo gave a particularly harsh thrust forward and you yelped, the change in angle hitting an extra sensitive part of you. Crocodile’s cock insistently pressed against your g-spot.

The blonde placed his hand softly on Crocodile’s cheek, caressing the sharp line of his jaw. Very out of place, very unlike Doffy. But when he pulled away, a single thin thread followed his fingertip like a spider weaving a web. 

“Get this fucking thing off of me.” The dark-haired man growled, grabbing at where it attached to his jaw in vain. Panic raced through your mind — you didn’t want to literally be in the middle of their fight. But Crocodile didn’t seem truly angry, more annoyed that this happened again. 

“I’ll be nice,” he chuckled menacingly. He slowly moved his pointer finger in a come-hither motion and Crocodile’s hips followed the same upwards path, pushing his cock even further inside you. “See? Just wanted to take the lead.”

Doflamingo immediately resumed his inhuman pace, pistoning in and out and making your ass cheeks jiggle from the impact. One hand mimicked marionette motions as he manipulated Crocodile into mirroring his speed and ferocity, and the other held your hip firmly in place. He perfectly timed their thrusts so they pulled out and pushed in at the same exact time, knocking the air out of your lungs and setting your core on fire.

As godly as both men appeared, they were still very much human and rapidly approaching their orgasms. Your boss’s chest heaved underneath you, eyelids fluttering shut and pink dusting his cheeks. Doflamingo panted like a wild beast, letting out breathy, excited giggles at the sight of his two pretty puppets. A few stray feathers had fallen off his coat which landed in Crocodile’s messy hair and clung to your sticky skin. The overwhelming need to possess and consume both of you made the blonde’s head spin. 

You raised your head from where it was buried in your Crocodile’s chest, now covered in a puddle of your drool. “Please, s-sirs, I need-“ You were interrupted by Doflamingo deftly rubbing your neglected clit in tight circles. You choked on your words, looking at your boss pleadingly. 

“You may cum, darling.” Crocodile offered you a merciful smile. 

Stars flashed before your eyes and you swore you ascended to heaven, every nerve in your body tingling and toes curling tightly as you cried out the names of your saviors, before you came crashing down to earth with an unabashed and sinful drawn-out moan. Moments after that bright white light washed over you, thick white cum exploded in both of your holes as the Warlords cried out simultaneously. Doflamingo kept Crocodile’s hips flush against your body as his heavy balls stuffed you full and only lowered them when he had let out his final spurts. 

“Fuck.” The blonde’s breath caught in his throat as he watched his cum spill out around his length, dripping out of your ass onto Crocodile’s dick underneath. You had never felt so used, so filthy, and fuck did it feel incredible. 

The dark-haired man felt your heart beating rapidly against him and noticed you slowly slip into darkness, your consciousness fading. “Stay with us, doll.” He stroked your hair and ran his rough thumb over your cheek. 

You smiled, dazed and dopey. “Th… thank you…”

“Taking everything we give you and thanking us after… absolutely fucking perfect.” Doflamingo breathed heavily. You wailed from sensitivity as he pulled his cock out of your abused hole and the man beneath you followed suit. More globs of cum dripped out of your pussy and ass and spilled onto Crocodile’s fur coat sprawled out beneath him. Doflamingo giggled in delight. “Better wash that for him tomorrow, little girl.”

“She’s a secretary, not a servant.” Crocodile rolled his eyes, knowing that anyone in a position lower than Doffy’s was interchangeable to him. He swiped two fingers down the cleft of your ass, collecting sticky strings of cum and making your oversensitive body jolt. “But good girls clean up their messes, right?”

You obediently sucked his fingers clean, swirling your tongue around his digits and moaning like a whore at the salty taste of their mixed semen. 

Doflamingo untangled his body from yours and reclined back with a satisfied sigh. “When’s round two?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, but Crocodile spoke before you could protest — his words held more weight than yours, after all. “That was round four for her. It’s a miracle that your dick hasn’t killed someone yet.”

“Fine, I’ll wait.” He pouted like a spoiled child. “But don’t go soft on me, Croc. You’re the only one who’s fun enough to share toys with.”

Crocodile rolled you off of his chest none too gently, but thankfully, you had a plush blanket and padded mattress to land upon. “If we’re both ready to go, why not do a round without her?” His predatory gaze met yours. “I’m sure she would love to watch.”

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Hey there, friend!! I was wondering if you could give me any advice on writing pirates and kingpin type characters? Im trying to write a love story about this lesbian pirate falling in love with a kingpins daughter, but her mission is to carry out her late captains legacy - which is to make sure both him and his daughter are dead (i hope that makes sense 😭)

Writing Notes: Pirates

The word "pirate" typically conjures up images of a/an:

Slightly comical seaborne ruffian

Parrot perched on the shoulder

Peg leg

Bandana

Eye patch

Gold teeth

Skull and crossbones flag

This comes from a century or more of cartoonish depictions of pirates in Peter Pan, Treasure Island and The Pirates of the Caribbean.

Pirate - a robber who travels by water. Though most pirates targeted ships, some also launched attacks on coastal towns.

We often think of pirates as swashbuckling and daring or evil and brutish, but in actual fact most of them were ordinary people who had been forced to turn to criminal activity to make ends meet.

Nowadays these sanitized pirates are used to sell everything from rum to home insurance. The pirate has become an instantly recognizable symbol whose meaning is far removed from its dark and sinister origins.

The term ‘pirate’ has been changed over the years.

A ‘privateer’ was a government-sanctioned pirate who did not attack his own people.

The French called these people ‘corsairs’, although even this term became associated with Mediterranean ‘pirates’ instead of ‘privateers’.

A ‘buccaneer’ was a 17th-century raider who preyed on the Spanish in the Caribbean, while a

‘filibuster’ (or ‘freebooter’) was simply a French word for a ‘buccaneer’.

As for ‘swashbuckler’, the term meant a 16th-century brigand, or a 17th-century swordsman, but in the 20th century it was adopted by the writers of pirate fiction, and then by Hollywood. In the piratical heyday most of these terms were never used the way they are today.

Finally, there were ‘pirates’. The dictionary specifies that a ‘pirate’ is someone who robs from others at sea, and who acts beyond the law. Usually, they attacked whatever ships they came across, regardless of nationality.

Sometimes, though, these ‘pirates’ themselves crossed the line from one category to another.

HISTORY OF PIRACY

Spans the time of the Egyptian pharaohs to the present day. The real "heyday" of piracy falls neatly into two halves:

The colourful era of the 17th-century buccaneers who preyed on the Spanish Main – men like Henry Morgan or the bloodthirsty François L’Olonnais.

The ‘Golden Age of Piracy’. The phrase was first coined by the creators of pirate fiction rather than by people who experienced piracy for themselves. There was nothing golden or romantic about the real thing. Still, the term serves as a useful historical shorthand for a time when some of the best-known pirates in history were sailing the world’s oceans in search of prey. This was the brief but heady period in the early 18th century when the likes of Blackbeard, Black Bart and Charles Vane roamed the seas.

This early 18th-century French slave ship is typical of the slavers that were often captured by pirates, and sometimes converted into pirate vessels themselves. They had a reputation for being fast, an important feature for ships engaged in transporting a human cargo across the Atlantic.

Pirate ships usually carried far more crew than ordinary ships of a similar size.

This meant they could easily outnumber their victims.

Pirates altered their ships so that they could carry far more cannon than merchant ships of the same size.

Stories about pirate brutality meant that many of the most famous pirates had a terrifying reputation, and they advertised this by flying various gruesome flags including the 'Jolly Roger' with its picture of skull and crossbones.

All these things together meant that victims often surrendered very quickly. Sometimes there was no fighting at all.

It's likely that most victims of pirates were just thrown overboard rather than being made to ‘walk the plank’.

FEMALE PIRATES

The capture of the two female pirates, Anne Bonny and Mary Read, in 1720 provoked the outrage of a society where women were simply not supposed to become seamen, or pirates, or fight. As a result, the pair became some of the best-known pirates of the ‘Golden Age’.

In this 19th-century illustration, Mary Read, having vanquished a fellow pirate in a duel, exposes her breast to reveal to her dying adversary that he was shot by a woman. After their capture it was said that she and Anne Bonny put up more of a fight than all the rest of Rackam’s pirate crew.

While this depiction of Anne Bonny is probably fairly accurate – she wears the standard clothing of a sailor from this period – the artist felt obliged to emphasise her gender by giving her a low-cut shirt.

Like the depiction of Anne Bonny by the same artist, Mary Read is shown wearing the outfit of a European sailor from the period. A contemporary said of the two women that they ‘wore men’s jackets and long trousers, and handkerchiefs tied about their heads’.

A lot of what is known about pirates is not true, and a lot of what is true is not known.

Pirates could also be civil, neighborly, and law-abiding.

One reason piracy was often an act or a phase, and not a way of life, was simply because humans have not evolved to live on the sea. The sea is a hostile place, offering few of the pleasures of terrestrial society.

The expansion of commercial trade, particularly the slave trade, cemented a colonial social order increasingly threatened by instability at sea and less tolerant of social mobility on land. This change in attitudes led to the period we call the “War on Pirates”—roughly 1716 to 1726—and the advent of sea marauders who, with little hope of ever resettling on land, attacked their own nation.

Some Pirate-Related Tropes - you could use to help guide you write your own character.

Writing Notes: Kingpin

A character trope also referred to as "Big Bad", specifically a crime boss (usually a drug lord).

A character with evil plans (some popular examples of "evil plans").

"The Don"

A similar character trope.

The patriarch of a crime family — most often the mafia.

He is shrewd, ruthless, and very dangerous to cross.

Often he will hold to an arcane code of honor, which is perhaps incomprehensible to non-mobsters.

He will be very protective of his family and he will ensure that his dear little girl wants for nothing, all while maintaining the illusion of morality.

Read or watch media that depict this trope to help guide you write your own character, such as:

Vito and Michael Corleone in The Godfather.

Batman's The Penguin fills this role in Gotham City, having retired from committing crimes personally — for the most part.

Mr. Big from Zootopia is Tundratown's most notorious crime boss (right down to being a parody of Marlon Brando as Vito Corleone), despite being a diminutive arctic shrew. Judy is lucky enough to get in his good graces by saving his daughter's life.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

Already sounds like such an interesting story, thanks for sharing it with me! Choose which of these notes to help you build your characters :)

[deadlymistletoe]

Moonlit Misery

Pairing: Killian Jones/Captain Hook x Reader

Request: @notalizard asked: Killian Jones x GN! Reader but they have a a son who is stuck on pans island (pre curse) and they are both angsting about potentially never getting him back together

Genre: Angst

Description: On the anniversary of being separated from your beloved son by the devil known as Peter Pan, you and Killian despair under the moonlight with thoughts of your failure.

Warnings: mentions of manipulation; peter pan

Word Count: 1262

You glanced up from your spot where you sat on the edge of the pier, legs dangling in the air when the familiar footsteps stopped beside you and leather rustled as your husband sat down beside you, swinging his own legs over the dark ocean below.

The moon cast a gentle light over the water, its reflection moving with the swirl of the water and you raised an eyebrow as its reflection glinted off the bottle of rum the dark-haired pirate held in his hand.

“Really?” You questioned, watching as he used his teeth to pull the cork, dropping it from his teeth to the side. Normally you’d find the move incredibly attractive, and he’d accompany it with a suggestive wink. Not tonight though. Instead he only shrugged, the tiny, crooked smile he gave you forced and full of pain.

“Now, love, surely you’ve worked out by now that bemoaning over our loss isn’t complete without a bit of rum to sip depressingly at. Ruins the image.” Even as he held out the bottle to you, the spark in his eyes that usually accompanied his quips was gone, the blue that mirrored the ocean below dark and blank, void of life or happiness.

You sighed, taking the offered bottle and taking a long sip, grimacing only slightly at the flavour - you’d never been a massive fan of rum, but tasting it on Killian’s lips so often over the years had gotten you used to it. Besides, he was right. The two of you may as well fit the image.

Said image had become a yearly occurrence for the two of you ever since that fateful night. The rest of the crew knew well enough to keep away, and to keep others away by now. They also knew never to speak a word of it: both the yearly routine and the event that it was the anniversary of. Instead you would only receive sad glances you hardly noticed as the two of you stumbled back onto the Jolly Roger in the morning, slightly tipsy, slightly hungover and ready to ignore the event for another year.

But for tonight the fake ignorance was gone, the raw truth that weighed on both your hearts loud and clear.

“Do you think we’ll ever get him back?” You murmured as Killian finished taking his own swig of the drink.

You heard the sigh more than you saw it as he stared at the drink in his hand. “I hope so,” He answered, but you could both feel the worry between you that his hope would never be any more than just that: a hopeful wish that would never come true.

The truth was, the likelihood of getting back your son was very unlikely. The likelihood of getting him back unscathed was almost non–existent.

The absolute devil known as Peter Pan would make sure of that. Years ago, when he had sucked your son into his circle of lost children with fake acts of kindness and sincerity, none of you had known what you’d been about to lose. Not you, not Killian, not the crew who also adored your son, and not your son himself. The truth was, you didn’t even know if your son saw it as a loss.

A young boy of 11, he had been captivated by Pan and his charm and promises. Peter used that to his advantage to keep the boy drawn in, so there was no telling what Pan had told your son about the absence of his parents. Neither of you said it, but the worst fear of both you and your husband was that Peter had poisoned your beloved boy’s mind with lies of his family abandoning him.

It had haunted you ever since that even if you could get your son back he wouldn’t want to leave the so-called ‘family’ made up of lost boys.

What had started out as a tentative alliance - particularly when your son had taken an interest in Pan - had ended when the devil refused to let you take your son off shore after a venture through the island after he found out you intended on leaving, the alliance turning forced as he kept your son hidden and away from you, taunting the two of you with stories of how happy your only child was without you - how he had found a real family that didn’t steal and plunder for a living - as he used threats of the 11 year old’s safety as a way to keep both you and the rest of the crew of the Jolly Roger in check, doing his bidding.

This continued, pieces of you and Killian’s hearts chipping away as time continued to go by until Pan struck the final blow; giving you the option to finally leave the cursed island and its waters, only without your son. The ‘option’ had ended up being an order, and the night after Killian turned down the offer with a few choice words the lost boys went into action, forcing Killian to turn the boat away from the island lest more of his crew fall victim to the ruthless children, the lost boys chasing you until you passed the barrier and it shut behind you, casting you back into the waters of your own realm with no way back in, cursed to age and die while your son stayed young with Peter for eternity.

The only signs of what had transpired had been the youth of those who had been there along with the absence of your son and the dead and wounded bodies on your ship.

Now you leaned into the welcomed warmth as Killian put the bottle aside, wrapping his arm tightly around your shoulder and pulling you into him. You swallowed tightly, staring out at the dark sea.

“This is our fault.” You muttered. “We never should have risked taking him to that damn island, let alone the realm in the first place.”

You felt Killian’s fingers tighten on your shoulder as you uttered the same regrets you did every year. This time though, Killian pulled his arm away, turning your head to look at him, fingers lightly on your chin. Determination hardened his features. “This was not our fault. We didn’t know what would happen. And I swear to you and the gods, we will get our son back, however long it takes - whatever condition he is in - and we will be a family again.”

You swallowed once more, taking in the steely glint in his eyes that replaced the blankness. “What changed since last year? What makes you so sure?”

“What changed is that I won’t let us keep suffering like this. I won’t let that devil keep our family apart to prove a point.” He glanced at the water before looking back at you. “I am a very patient man, and mark my words, sooner or later we will get him back if I have to bargain with the Dark One himself.”

You pulled Killian’s arm around you again, leaning into him as you picked up the rum to take a last sip. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, yeah?”

When dawn came and the two of you stepped back onto the planks that made the deck of your home, the crew took note of the difference from previous years; the new determination in both of your gaits and the hope that burned in your traded glances.

It was in silent agreement that the crew would do whatever they could to get your son home again.

A/N: I am open to writing a sequel at one point set in S3 where they reunite with their son if enough people are interested, so let me know if you are.

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— Once Upon A Time OC 🎻

-> The Littlest Jones — Eugene Maverick Jones

Full Name: Eugene Maverick Jones

Cursed Name: Derek Rogers

Nicknames: Mav, Gene, Genie, Shepherd, Little Brother

Height: 5’11

Age: 34

Birthplace: The Enchanted Forest

Friends & Family

Brothers: Liam & Killian Jones

Sister In Law: Emma Swan

Friendships: David Nolan, Snow White, Regina Mills

Surrogate Nephew: Henry Mills

The rest of Storybrooke gang

Seasons: 2-7

Face Claim: Aaron Taylor Johnson

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Romance: He has dated before, having fell in love with an old friend once. Other than that, he hasn’t found his true love yet. He’s a Jones, he falls quick if he likes you that long.

Sexuality (if anyone cares): Bi

The titles he’s taken on: Pirate, Prince, Thief, Bartender, Knight

His most notable titles is: Flynn Rider.

Yes, Eugene as a child was made to play and read books, while his big brothers went on to scrap for food after their father sold them away. So there was this one book, The Tales Of Flynnigan Rider, an amazing swordsman who traveled across the land in search of riches, great with the people he met and secrets to discover. And for a kid who had nothing? Well, he dreamt about it and took on that idea for himself. It inspired him to take onto that journey in the future and read those stories to all the children.

Relations: Worked for Evil Queen whenever she needed someone to do something for her. Him and Regina had some…chemistry going on as well. Once due to his behavior to steal a stunning pearl, he found himself in Wonderland where he was captured by The Queen of Hearts and forced to surrender to her bidding. On the bright side though, he escaped with Jefferson Hatter.

None-Relations: Yes, he doesn’t like Rumple. The man took off his big brother’s hand and killed the love of his own brother! Heck, Eugene saw Belle from a mile away and thought to himself, he’ll be a great boyfriend for her instead of that crocodile of a man, just sayin’.

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Personality 📺

Eugene “Flynn Rider” Jones is a rather charming, impulsive rogue with wit and a heart of gold. Yes, he can often  get caught in trouble, his loyaly to his family and friends comes out on top. He is someone who’ll do anything to protect those he loves even if it means putting himself at risk.

He hold a playful and laid-back nature that hides a deeper vulnerability, shaped by loss and responsibility. When he does let that vulnerable side be showcase, he will often appears moody and a bit smug or harsh, but he’s often times trying to not let it show. 

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—Backstory ⚒️

After everything with their bastard father, the brothers Jones were founded apart of the The Royal Navy. Due to Eugene being the second youngest one, he was forced to take on jobs with Killian on the ship meanwhile Liam decided to be the overachieving big brother and take on jobs that should’ve been left alone.

Eugene often mumbled and rolled his eyes at his eldest brother’s role, however admired his bravery to take control. Killian however, as much as he loved his big brother, hated how he never listened to him and was too stubborn for his own good. Which unfortunately led to Liam’s death, after going to Neverland due to the royals back home wanting a plant from that island, not knowing or caring about what dangerous situation they sent their own men towards.

Due to Liam Jones’s death, both Killian and Eugene made a very important decision to never return to the navy again or that blasted island. The Crown Jewel Of The Realm became The Jolly Roger overnight. Captain Jones and Lieutenant Jones. They were consider as pirates to many other sailors that passed through, including the places they sailed to and the people they met.

Despite the presence of their pirates to their crew, in reality, Killian was just a big brother trying to do his best to protect his only family he had left. So that’s why it bothered him at first glance when Eugene announced that he wanted to travel the land without him being involved. Killian was hesitant at first, he knew his little brother was a bit foolish and tend to get himself into some sort of trouble, but he didn’t want to act the same way Liam was towards him. Eugene had a good heart and a great intentions, it also helped that he was skilled with a sword—so with a soft smile, Killian let him go.

But made sure Eugene knew to always come back to him and reach out, if he needed anything. He nodded with a grin and gave his big brother a light hug before rushing off to pack his things. Killian rolled his eyes with a grin at his baby brother’s cheerful expression. Eugene Jones was always a big kid at heart with such a profound sense of humor and passion, despite his silliness or lack of self awareness at times. However it made him charming, in his own right.

Sometimes it made Killian wonder if his baby brother would ever survive without him, or live to see the day he’s old and grey.

After Eugene left for his travels to explore the land—read to children the tales of Flynniagn Rider, fight against the odds creatures in the forest, steal a thing or two, give to the poorest people, end up in a bit of trouble himself, drink and dance with the lovely folks in town, etc—Killian didn’t think he’d see his younger brother for a while until The Evil Queen brought both brothers to do her dirty work and much more.

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~ Years Later When The Dark Curse Broke ~

(Also known as Eugene Jones’s Arcs each season)

Season 2 ~ ♟️

Eugene met Emma Swan, Snow White, Cadence Nolan, Elionwy Llyr and others in The Enchanted Forest. He hasn’t seen Killian since the curse came into effect, he had no clue what happened to his brother and assumed he was a goner, so when he found Snow White, Mulan and Aurora, he decided to accompany them for a while.

He had recently been on his way to the taverns for shelter, and escape from The Stabbington Brothers, when he spotted them. He went as far as to ask what happened to them beforehand and recalled how The Enchanted Forest has taken recently to the years of being stiffened in time.

Emma asked, “So who are you supposed to be exactly?”

Snow scolded her softly, “Emma, be nice. But you didn’t give us your name.”

“Flynn Rider.” Eugene said with a soft smile.

Which of course, his real name was revealed later on in the season as Eugene Jones, after he sees Killian again. Back in Storybrooke, he relentlessly accompanied his big brother and the blasted Queen Of Hearts to their revenge. Eugene just wanted The Dark One to pay for what he’s done, after it’s revealed in a flashback, Rumple harmed his old love due to a payment that wasn’t sealed and stole the pendent that belonged to him.

He just wanted his pendent back in his hands. Later, he even met Baelfire, also known as Neal Cassidy, taking a liking to him and grew a short lived friendship. Oh! Eugene’s surprise to this ever growing Family Tree—Henry is The Dark One’s grandson?! Regina has a daughter named Theresa and her adoptive son Henry is also the child of The Savior?! It was a very long yet odd day for him.

Eugene wondered what mess did he get himself into? But he didn’t actually think he could leave this journey now, because he unexpectedly got roped into the family drama.

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Season 3 ~ 🍃🧚🏼‍♀️✨

Return to Neverland! To say, Eugene was happy to return back to that island was a lie. He wasn’t sure if he could survive reliving the past again, once he saw Peter Pan. But to help save the young boy, Henry Mills? He was willing to take the risk!

While he was there on Neverland, after insisting to Pan’s rules of the island with the others and realizing they needed help. Killian smirked at his younger brother who scoffed and gripped the pendent in his hand with an uttering smile.

Tinkerbell. Eugene old friend and once upon a lifetime love. After Regina and her daughter Theresa Mills, tracked her down, the two shared a few glances before a soft embrace.

“Rider.” Tinker said with a light smile.

“Lady Bell.” He repiled with a grin before holding the pendant out to her. “I believe this is yours.”

“My pendant? You found it? But I thought it was lost at sea and fell into the wrong hands…”

“It took some effort and a fair amount of patience, but I got it back for you.”

During the rest of the session in Neverland, David and Eugene somehow managed to get along, even if Charming wasn’t a big fan of his brother. Even rolling his eyes at Killian and Emma possibly being together one day, knowing Neal Cassidy was still in the picture.

Returning to Storybrooke, with Henry in hand, resulted in a few moments of uncertainty within the town as Pan decided to enact another dark curse but Regina was able to stop it sending everyone back to The Enchanted Forest. Expect for Emma and Henry, of course.

A whole year passed, and everyone was suddenly shocked to return back to town with new friends along with a curiosity of who did it. Tinkerbell was gone after she believed in herself again, so everyone parted ways with her. Robin Hood and his Merry Men were brought with them this time around, and let’s just say Eugene rekindled a friendship twice!

Bromance all around at this point for Eugene. He wasn’t mad about it one bit and even made friends with Ruby. The man could’ve sworn he was checking her out once or twice, and who can blame him? Ruby Lucas was a lovely lady in his eyes. Of course, Emma and Henry returned, well Henry had no memory of his past but Emma did so they were on the hunt to figure out how to get his memories back, while also trying to figure out what happened during that missing year. Especially since they don’t know who cast the curse for them to return!

Eugene went out of his way to make sure no townsfolk panicked or threatened to cause any damage, chatting with Henry whenever he bumped into him, searching for clues about the missing years and a few other things. Also him and David took Henry out for a driving lesson—it didn’t go as planned but Henry had plenty of fun! Even if Emma and Regina were in shock at the news. At some point, Eugene tried to convince himself that maybe there’s a reason why those memories weren’t brought back with him, but a part of him was curious about what truly happened.

They all found who cast the dark curse and what exactly they were dealing with eventually.

“Seriously? The Wicked Witch Of The West? She’s real too…?” Emma asked in shock and disbelief, looking around.

Cadence raised an eyebrow and remarked, “Says the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming.”

As Elio and Eugene snickered to themselves.

Of course, after beating Zelena aka The Wicked Witch Of The West, Henry’s memories returned and whatnot, everyone headed back to the diner a few days later to celebrate. Henry was reading to Snow and Charming’s baby boy the story of how his parents met, in which Ruby and Cadence chimed in with their comments before Theresa and Elio arrived. Robin and Eugene were sharing a laugh over a drink with Regina while they watched the scene happen. It was good!

Killian accidentally let it slip that Emma was thinking of returning back to New York City, possibly with Henry in tow, in which left everyone in surprise. Henry exclaimed how Storybrooke is our home and Eugene added that maybe we should all discuss this privately. Regina didn’t even looked pleased with the idea, after wanting her son to stay with her and if anything, Emma should just leave. Eugene gave her a look at her idea as she shrugged.

Eventually, a few hours later, Emma returned in a new light with realization that Storybrooke is her home along with the friends and family in it. Among other events that occurred during that time.

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Season 4 ~❄️🪄🌙

Elsa came to Storybrooke. Robin Hood’s wife who was supposed to be dead retuned due to Emma’s actions, causing a rift between her and Regina. Killian and her decided to go a date. Eugene was on Team Let’s Have Maid Marian Be Gone, but Snow glared at him. Regina silently agreed with him at first but knew that it wasn’t right thing to do.

Eugene would never admit it, but he developed a fondness for Elsa and actually found her to be very nice, despite what Grumpy said. He just wasn’t a fan of The Ice Queen, no offense to Elsa and Emma. Speaking of Emma, he felt sympathy for her during everything, he couldn’t related to what she was going through exactly but he knew she must’ve been upset. He seen from experience, that one wrong decision, can lead to people not trusting your judgement or treating you like someone who should be kept an eye on instead.

At some point, Snow snapped and actually yelled at Emma for accidentally hurting her father. When Eugene knew that all David was trying to do was push Killian out of the way before he could even get hurt, so it an obvious accident. When they arrived at the apartment to discuss what happened, Elio was holding Cadence back from saying something she might regret or not.

But Eugene wasn’t them. So when Snow said to David that “we” failed Emma—that’s when Eugene let his tongue slip. The same tongue that usually got him in trouble according to Killian, telling Snow White off and that it wasn’t David’s fault for any of this—but her own.

You can already imagine the disrespect and annoyance after that. Snow and Eugene apologized to one another sometime later.

Of course, later on in the season, things slowly got into a better gear, as despite The Shatter Sight spell, the Darkness, secrets being revealed, the team separating into two different groups. Even the concept of good vs evil, heroes vs villains were taken center stage. So Eugene was faced with his moral compass and what side he stood on, he wasn’t considered a bad character or an amazingly good one either. He was seen at sometimes as an anti-hero by some and some kept their opinions to themselves. Nothing is truly black or white, anymore. And honestly? Eugene was okay with that.

Oh! Henry introduced him to Star Wars and Marvel Comics, who knew the kid had good taste? He was shocked to find out who Luke Skywalker’s father was and he became a fan of a few characters from the Marvel movies. The two of them bonded this season!

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Season 5 ~ 🌒🍂⚡️

The Darkness comes circling back! This could be summarized as The Gang’s No Good Very Bad Day (sorta). Cause Emma’s The Dark One sacrifice after not wanting to the darkness to come and get Regina, she sacrificed herself to become a part of it.

Theresa mumbled, “…why was that kinda gay?”

Eugene rolled his eyes sighing, while sharing a look with the others and Cadence snickered at her comment. Elio just put a hand on Theresa’s shoulder and shared a look, smirking. Killian tried to take the dark one dagger to summon Emma but it was no use, because she wasn’t in this world according to Regina.

Anyways! Off to Camelot!

Eugene spend a bunch of his time in Camelot basically being a knight with Elio and David, he actually enjoyed it. And yes, of course he danced with Belle at the ball after getting all dressed up, even flirted with her to cheer themselves up. Honestly, he said that he could live here and never return home a couple of times. Belle and Eugene read together to solve the mystery of how to resolve the darkness from Emma, shared a few drinks together, and went on an evening stroll.

But he hated King Arthur from the beginning and thought that David was replacing him in the bromance section, so he went off with Robin instead. Pff, he wasn’t jealous he had his best friend Robin Hood to accompany him, he was just concerned mainly for Charming’s safety.

During the rest of the season, they returned to Storybrooke suddenly with no memories of what happened as Emma went full Dark One and was hiding shit from everyone. Of course, they all got their memories back and Eugene wanted to murder Emma after finding out what happened.

His freaking brother was the dark one too?! Regina and Eugene tried to convince Dark One!Killian Jones, what kind of man he truly wants to be. Thankfully in the end, Killian made the right choice but sadly died in the process. Eugene dropped his sword and fell to his knees once he returned home to his apartment that night, letting out a silent sob.

He lost both of his older brothers to the fire…

A few short days later, Emma showed up at his door claiming that they’re going to drink Killian back. Eugene shook his head, last thing he wanted was to deal with dark forces after everything that happened and slammed the door in her face. It wasn’t until Regina and Elio convinced him, that’s when he joined.

Yay! Road Trip to The Underworld.

Eugene spends most of his time in the beginning a bit bitter, annoyed and tired. At first he directs it all towards Emma, just wanting all of them to get out of there as soon as possible and possibly get his big brother back. Robin knows his best friends is in a vulnerable state right now and suggests he waits for Killian to return back to them with Emma, instead of him doing something reckless. Reluctantly, Eugene agreed and decided to put his mind on other things while they were here, doing what can to make things better.

But that doesn’t stop a snicker towards Emma from him. As he comes across Rumple with his ex-wife, Mliah, and Emma in the street. As Milah says, “You’ve been with my former lover and my son?”

Eugene holds back a light smirk and pats Emma’s shoulder telling her, she’s on her own as he walks away. She sent him a soft glare in return, swearing that she saw Rumple smugness on his face.

During this time, Snow and Robin pull him away from the mess deciding to distract Eugene for his own good. They are going to help people find out their unfinished business, Henry suggested he comes along knowing he can do some good in The Underworld. Eugene hesitated before feeling a slight pang of sadness and guilt, he’s been acting bitter and annoyed—when he could be helping people! With a soft smile, he ruffles Henry’s hair and agrees to do so.

So Eugene and the others were willing to join in, did their best to help people in The Underworld. Going as far as teaming up with David and Snow to trick Cruella into getting the key. It was an awkward yet humorous moment, Cruella enjoyed it but David and Eugene did not.

He went to the loft afterwards to unwind and shake off that uncomfortable moment with Cruella. He told David he’ll meet up with him later on, but his plans got switched when the sound of the door open. Eugene looked up from his drink to see Emma walking in with Killian behind her. His expression soften at the sight. There was a silence that ranged between the three of them, nothing wild or strange, but familiar enough to send waves through their minds. Killian stepped forward pulling in his younger brother into a tight embrace, not even giving him time to react before returning the hug. Eugene glanced at Emma, reaching out his hand in which she took and gently squeezed.

A silent apology between the two of them was made, sharing a brief smile and sigh of sympathy.

They all knew the road ahead back home wouldn’t be easy, but it’s worth the risk to do so.

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Ahhh okay, yes I know I stopped at Season 5! But I didn’t know what else to write yet and I didn’t want to bore anyone into reading more about this story hahaha

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[cyborgfranky]

Sleep On My Heart - Chapter 1

pairing: law x any!reader

Part of you was beginning to think your captain hated you. It wouldn’t surprise you, Penguin and Shachi did a lot of talking on your behalf to get you on board. You understood, at first.

The watchful glare that was almost always on your back and the scrutiny when you messed up. It was all there, but it disappeared a week ago. You took it as a sign of trust, and it was a large relief to know he wouldn’t be breathing down your neck at all times.

But being avoided like the plague was much, much, worse. He never looked at you, spoke around you, and that was when he had to be around. Cooped up in his office is where his time was “well spent”. Now it just seemed petty, he had started to request his crew during the day to ask their opinion. About what? You had no idea. Even Penguin’s big mouth didn’t slip a word.

It was clear he was purposely excluding you, and it hurt . He respected and cared for everyone else, but you were just a stranger in the submarine. It was getting harder to distract yourself from it, even hanging out with Penguin didn’t help you feel less like an outsider.

“What an asshole.” You blurt out, staring at the jolly roger on your uniform.

Penguin looks at you like a dying hamster.

You cough and smile, “Not you, sorry.”

He sighs in relief, “Did Shachi steal your towel again?” (He knows Shachi did, and he helped.)

You shake your head, “Not today.”

“Then who-?” (He was more so asking himself who put it back.)

You groan, running a comb through your hair. “He’s being a total child.” You say with a pout.

“Oh .” Penguin knows now exactly who you’re talking about.

“There’s nothing wrong with being wary but–” You roll your eyes, “It’s been three months for Christ's sake!” You slam the comb down on the table.

Penguin laughs nervously, “Well, if you want to talk to him about that, a little birdie told me he’s going to be alone in his office in an hour.” He flashes you a quick thumbs-up and scoots out of the room, he does not want to get involved with that.

With an hour to kill, you decide on studying. It was why you joined his crew after all, your dream to become a great doctor and travel the world. Only you’d hoped Law would mentor you, there wasn’t anyone as good as him, not across all four oceans. Instead, you were stuck with a pile of books and the looming need for combat training.

Hopefully you’d get some sort of teaching from him, otherwise you’d die of boredom. Or asphyxiation from being trapped in a bright yellow hunk of metal for weeks. Either way, thinking about talking to him was making choking on carbon dioxide look a lot more attractive.

You knock, firm and clear, but it sort of hurts your knuckles since the door is made of special grade steel. You hear his black heeled shoes clicking on the floor before the door opens.

He stares at you, and you quickly realize he’s waiting for you to state your business. You were only a little caught up looking at the scar engraved in his hand on the door.

“I need to speak with you.” You’re proud of how polite you sound, despite how irritated you are.

“I’m busy.” He says and begins to close the fifty-pound door like it weighed nothing.

You let out a groan and force your way in. “I said I’m busy.” He mutters, a frown taking over his features.

“Law,” You open your book and point at a page, “I’m curious why you highlighted this Subacute Osteomyelitis ?” It was a brilliant way to start this conversation.

His whole body stiffens and you swear a look of utter terror crosses his features for a split second. “Why do you have my book?” He asks through grit teeth.

“Well, you never bother to teach me anything at all.” Your voice trembles a bit, and you feel the burn in your eyes as you try to maintain the appropriate level of sass. “Do you hate me or something? You avoid me like I’m some sort of ghost.”

He seems to regain his composure and shakes his head with a breath. “I don’t hate you– it’s… complicated. I’m sorry, I’ll call you in tomorrow–for a lesson.” He gives a tight-lipped smile and opens the door for you, forcing you to leave.

While it left you with more questions than answers, relief still washes over you in gentle waves. Stepping out, you turn to thank him but the door is already shut.

The next morning, you’re awoken by a sharp knock. You yawn and get up, grumbling about how early it is. It’s Law. He looks considerably more tired than you, but tells you to get ready.

You oblige, pulling on the slightly fashionable crew sweatsuit. He leads you to the empty mat room, and you half expect for him to have you meditate. It’s dawn, a great time for inner healing!

“I hope you haven’t forgotten we’re pirates.” He says, and sets his feathered shawl in the corner. Much to your surprise, he begins to unbutton his shirt, leaving him in his white tank top that hugs his body. Your eyes settle on the tattoo poking out and snaking towards his collarbone. “What do you do if a patient has a stab wound?”

Penguin stumbles in, dramatically faking a wound in his chest. You catch him before he falls and set him on the ground. Keeping your focus, you reply “Well, it depends on the severity but in most cases I’d use gauze to stop the bleeding before I check if they need surgery.” You play along with the scenario, putting pressure where the fake blood is coming from Penguin.

Before you can even look at your mentor, he has you pulled against his chest with his sword against your neck. The heat of his body makes the cold steel feel so much colder. “Wrong.” He hissed in your ear, then let you fall to the ground.

He’s a lot more intimidating looking down on you, his glare like ice.

“Who gave him that wound?” He starts, “Are they still around? Will they hurt you?” He walks to the door. “ Those are the first things that should be on your mind. Don’t forget it.”

He slams the door shut behind him and Penguin stands up. “That was intense!” He squeals, stretching his arms above his head. “Boss told me to train you in fighting until you can beat me!”

“And then he’ll actually teach me?” You deadpan, glaring at the door.

“What good is a dead doctor?” He questions back.

Law was right, and it’s seriously pissing you off.

Penguin slides up next to you and whispers, “By the way, how was my acting?”

chapter 2

[minkieater]

────── STRAY KIDS AS ONE PIECE CHARACTERS ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

this is so self indulgent its not even funny. portgas d ace will NOT be included, pls don’t bring him up or else i will cry myself to sleep tonight. also im only on whole cake so pls dont spoil me either. one piece is so special to me ok enjoy

BANG CHAN / RORONOA ZORO ☆

this one is self explanatory— zoro is huge, chan is huge. physically, it just makes sense. personality wise, i see the biggest similarity when it comes to their loyalty, the kids to chan are luffy to zoro, loyal til the end no matter what. zoro is also extremely motivated, he is always working out, always working to master his craft of being the greatest swordsman. chan not only works out, but is also devoted to making music, producing music for skz, putting out banger after banger. and just like we saw with pre timeskip zoro, we know he can be silly just as much as he’s serious, which is very much so chan to me. chanzoro you are so special to me

LEE MINHO / TRAFALGAR WATER D. LAW ☆

an incredible leader, swift, cunning, strong, intelligent, sneaky, funny without even trying, easily agitated… both have somewhat of a darker aura about them, at least in my opinion. give lino the op op fruit he’s using that shit JUST like law room shambles into jisung’s my bed. law is the captain of the heart pirates, a different kind of pirate crew in the op universe, even their jolly roger is a smiley face instead of a skull and bones, that is so lino coded to me. lawlino is canon in my book and bepo is seungmo. thats his son

SEO CHANGBIN / CYBORG FRANKY ☆

hear me out. chan said changbin is ace (i’m crying) and it pissed me off so bad i blocked him on instagram. changbin is SO franky coded it kills me to think he’s anyone else BUT franky but okay hear me out. franky is the strawhats shipwright, he has quite literally laid the foundation for the strawhats to be able to travel the grand line. changbin is the heart of skz, he tries to be the strongest so the kids can count on him, a shoulder to cry on, etc. they’re both hilarious, freakishly strong, extremely emotionally intelligent, sensitive men. strawhats wouldn’t be able to get across the grand line without franky and skz don’t make any decisions without changbin. they are both crucial members of their crew and i stand by that! SUPERRRRR

HWANG HYUNJIN / VINSMOKE SANJI ☆

ah, my princes! bear with me here, i know if we’re talking cooking, our minds go to lino. but, cooking aside, something about hyunjin screams sanji to me. prince of versace and a prince of germa (i’m literally in whole cake rn lets not talk about it) they both not only look like royalty but act like it, too. both are huge flirts, love to take care of their friends, dress well, respectful to women, both do what’s right and what they WANT instead of what’s forced upon them, both are MEN. they would be besties irl

HAN JISUNG / MONKEY D. LUFFY ☆

ok chan had a point with this one, almost unblocked him for it ! hanji is sooooo luffy it’s not even funny— both wildly ambitious, emotionally intelligent and sensitive, loyal, leaders, FUNNY, absolutely insane, would do anything for their friends, loud, both can’t remember SHIT, even down to the fluffy dark hair han jisung you are SO luffy. being a rapper, vocalist, dancer and producer, han is THE ace (im triggered) skz would not be skz without han jisung the way the strawhats wouldn’t exist without luffy. 3racha is so monster trio when were talking powerscaling (lol) hanji even LOOKS like him. not for nothing he is year of the dragon and luffy's dads name is dragon

LEE FELIX / SABO ☆

my beautiful blonde twins omg felix is so sabo. both emotional, we saw how sabo cried when he got his memories back, bro looks just like felix bawling his eyes out onstage. both are also beautiful built yet little nerd boys, sabo was a little fucking weirdo growing up and so is lix and i adore them for it. both older brothers, both beautiful boys that give off gender envy (fight me on this i dare u) in the way that felix was scouted off of facebook to eventually become one of the most popular kpop groups, sabo literally got kidnapped saved by monkey d. dragon just to become second in command of the entire revolutionary army.

KIM SEUNGMIN / NICO ROBIN ☆

ok lowkey i had trouble finding someone who fit seungmo but now i’m feeling pretty confident in my decision. robin grew up wanting to be a scholar in ohara, know the secret of the void century, only to get her future ripped out from under her feet by someone else. seungmin’s original dream was also ripped from him by an injury, but they both put their passion into something else entirely, and have become extremely successful in doing so!!! both are pretty quiet individuals but have savage one liners, extremely intelligent, emotionally stable, not super open people. it took luffy shooting down a government flag for robin to crack herself open, seungmin doesn’t show his emotions that often either— when they do, it shows the impact of the situation. seungmin is a good person to rely on, to trust with your secrets, and i think robin is the same for the strawhats.

YANG JEONGIN / TONY TONY CHOPPER ☆

the babies!!!!!! my fucking babies!!! both the youngest, they take their health seriously + the health of those around them, both a bunch of smiley boys!!! they’re both loved by literally everyone around them how can you NOT love them. both timid, get scared easily, love to eat good food, a lil sassy, solid fashion sense (don’t even tell me chopper doesn’t pull up every arc fitted the fuck up) my silly silly boys!!!!!! i feel so strongly about this even tho i dont have much to say, i feel like i dont have to explain it. they have baby of the group energy and they do NAWT hide it, but both very very crucial members of their team

[tiredflowercrown]

So I don't know if anyone knows this already or wants to know. Buuuuuuuut

Pirate Postions Explained

Using the pirate crews as my examples

Captain:

When most people think of pirates, they think of a Captain and a First Mate. The captain however isn't an automatic position, it's an elected one; with the only time they have absolute power being in combat or chasing someone. Any other time they could be overruled by a majority vote.

In terms of the Isle, this means both Harriet and Uma were put into power by those around them who have no reason to remove them from said seat. Uma because all of her crew would die for her in a heartbeat. Harriet because despite all her anger and problems, she's good at what she does. (and no one wants to put up with the amount of bs that she does)

First Mate:

First Mates typically didn't exist on pirate ships, instead being a term for navy or commercial ships as the captain's apprentice or right hand. Pirate ships had a quartermaster instead fill that position.

However, Captain James Hook started as a navel officer not a pirate, so his ships had a bit more in common with structuring with navy than other pirate ships. His children followed his lead with how they set up their respective crews. Harriet making Sammy her right hand. Harry making himself Uma's.

Quartermaster:

The quartermaster, in the absence of a first mate, is the next highest ranked position. Often being the one that pirates went to with problems, disagreements, or requests. When not in combat, they held the exact same authority as the captain. As the name suggests, they were in charge of making sure everyone's living quarters was figured out as well as managing food and water supplies.

Harriet, having known him her whole life and trusting his abilities, chose Big Murph as her quartermaster to use both him and Sammy to even out her temperament. Uma went with the most stable and friendly person on the crew, Gil, who everyone agrees was needed to be objective in terms of Harry and other issues.

Master Gunner:

The master gunner is a bit what it sounds like, they are the person in charge of cannons and overall combat if the captain is unavailable for that specific task.

Harriet chose Jade for her quick and out of the box thinking, she can quickly spot a weak point in order to disable a ship. Uma chose Ivy because one way or another, Ivy was going to be using the cannons; might as well teach her and let her be in charge of them.

Medic/Surgeons:

A pirate ship typically didn't have a trained medical practitioner at all. If they did have one, it was because they pressed them into service.

The Isle, however, doesn't have any trained medics. Everyone is just figuring it out from discarded books, stories, and practical experience. Harriet chose Mayra due to her force of will and cool head when it came to people being hurt. Uma chose Bonny because she was the daughter of the Jolly Roger's surgeon, and had a semblance of medical training in that aspect.

Boatswain:

Boatswain are junior officers who reported back directly to either the captain or quartermaster. They made sure the ship was in top shape, keeping track of any damage, making sure the deck is being swabbed, and other small but necessary tasks. They also were the one who would typically lead parties ashore to restock or find materials for repairs.

Harriet chose Diego to keep him close to her because he is very good at keeping track of multiple projects and activities all at once. Uma chose Desiree because of her attention to detail.

Cook/General Positions:

A cook was typically just a random crew member who had been put in charge, this along with other general positions would have been decided by one's talents or other skills.

Harry Badun was chosen via straws for the position of cook, he hasn't done a bad job so why remove him. Claudine was chosen due to her both working in her father's shop and consistently being the only cook in that house. Desiree fills in as cook when Claudine is incapacitated (or banned.)

Hope you might have learned something!

[lootsofathousandsworld]

Life of a Pirate Chpt 8

Here's another chapter for you all! :D

Hope you like it and sorry if grammers are wonky.

Warning a small hint of anxiety

    After an hour or two of rest, I was up and about. After eating a quick snack, which its the bread, I was relieved my stomach wasn't sick anymore thanks to the medicine.  

Making my way up the deck to continue my chores, I find Billy waiting for me. I bite my lips to see him walking over to me. About the time he came, he asked.

"Feeling well, lass?"  

I nod slightly. "Yes, sir. It was just an enteriumn sickness?" 

After my reply, he hums. "I thought so, many pirates and spacers tend to get this sick. Mostly when it's their first time.

My eyes widen to hear that last part. "Their first time?" 

"Aye," Billy pulls his cigar out with a lighter." I swallowed. Not knowing this sick was pretty much a way of saying it's your first time going on a voyage. Felt my worrying coming, I asked another question. 

"So does that also mean...even let's say.. spacers go on many voyages, they tend to get sick?" ��

"Aye?" After Billy blew smoke out, he looked at me now puzzled by my act. "Something wrong, cabin girl?"

"Nothing!" I gasped, almost making my voice loud. "I-I mean nothing, sir. I was um, wondering that's all." He looked at me long and I forced myself to make a smile, hoping that'll somehow distract him.   

Soon Billy frowned and said. "Wipe that grin off yer face. Get back to your work and I don't want any more accidents you hear?"    

"Yes sir," I nodded fast and didn't hesitate to pass him. While he wasn't looking, my hand was on my chest to ease my heart which was beating rapidly.  

"It's alright," I muttered to myself. "You shouldn't be worrying about this. Your overreacting. It'll be okay," I took a couple of breaths before heading over to do my work. 

Third person POV

After watching her walk away fast, he raised his eyebrow in suspicious. The way the woman tensed after he mentioned the sickness. And that smile she made was something every man does when they feel guilty over something.   

"Now why would be feeling guilty over being sick?" He muttered before inhaling his cigar.   

Ash POV

After finishing my work. I took this opportunity to relax until Billy assigned me to do another job. So I casually walk and scan my surroundings. It honestly feels a little strange to walk on the ship. In the movie, it was all broken down with hoards of gold.  

This time era is not, instead, the ship is in good fair condition. And I find it now hard to remember what this ship was like when it was shipwrecked. Then I passed the crewmen who were like me taking a small break.   

I had my head down to avoid their gaze but I caught a glimpse of a monkey alien giving me a death glare. Guess he didn't let go of the grudge about his pants. Swallowing, I walked fast until I didn't see them anymore.  

Sighing heavily, slowing my walk, I stop at the edge of the ship. I looked out beyond the galaxy and couldn't help to smile. Since I've been staying on a ship. I didn't get a chance on good glance out at the wonders of the universe.  

It was breathtaking. The enteriumn universe is beautiful. I couldn't get my head around how I'm able to breathe in space. And it was my lifelong dream of seeing the galaxy up close. I sighed and followed my gaze up until I saw the red sails along the black pirate flag being carried by the wind.  

I stared at the Jolly Roger flag. Where it towers over the ship and gives full appearance to its mortal enemy. The more I looked at it, the more I felt my fear of how long I could keep my secret hidden. While being surrounded by gruesome pirates under the order of Flint.    

With this much worrying I tore away from it. Rubbing my arms, I sigh heavily. "I wish the merchant ship comes soon,"  

"Hi, Ashy!" I gasped in startle and turned around to find B.E.N beside me.  

'Oh you scared me," I said. I watch him rub his robotic back neck. 

"Didn't mean to scare you, I just want to see how are you doing," He smiled sheepishly. "I heard you weren't feeling well," 

I nodded. "Yeah but I'm better now," I smiled a little, kind of glad he was here to talk to. Wanting to keep this conservation going I asked him.  

"So are you on your break?"  

He shook his head. "Eh not really, the only I can come out only if Captain Flint is out with me." I looked over his shoulder and sure it was his Captain was standing by the helm with the other pirate that was steering. 

"Oh, I see," I gulped and glanced back at him. "He doesn't give you much freedom?" 

He shook his head, "He only does if I fetch him something." I look at him with sympathy, I couldn't imagine how horrible it feels to be trapped under him. Being watched over like a hawk. 

"I'm sorry," That's all I can say. Then B.E.N made a laugh.

"Sorry? Dont be. At least I'm feeling safe, no men would dare to take me away."  

Like how Flint did. I thought as I recall, he stole him away from his former owner or his own free will. Whatever it is, I find this unfair he has to suffer this for more years until 100 is up. He didn't deserve this. He should be out enjoying life.    

Then B.E.N clears his throat. "So Ash I wanna ask you something,"

"Yes?" I question.  

"Are you really from Montressor?"  

I blinked but felt uneasy. "Um, yes? Why you ask?" I wish I'd taken back my ask that my face grew pale when he told me this.

"Well one member, Pew admits you weren't from there." 

"What?" I asked

"He has this powerful scent where he can sense a person's location. He caught your smell and...he says you're not from that planet."   

B.E.N finishes, looking at me with a hurt expression. "Ash, why did you lie to me about where you come from?" My breath was shaken and I caught my glimpse over his head on Billy walking up to Flint. My heart was pounding hard as I watched him speaking to his Captain about something. 

My mind was already set on him talking about me. The way he says on my acting earlier. Right when Flint turned to where I was I froze for a second. I glance back at B.E.N as he waits for his answer.  

Feeling much terrified I back a little. "I-I need to do some dishes," I spun and ran to the gallery. 

"Ash?!" I heard B.E.N shout with confusion. "Ashy wait!" I didn't listen as I splint down the gallery.

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As I made it I clenched my head and was breathing rapidly.  

"Keep it together!" I muttered under my breath. "H-he doesn't know anything." I pace back and forth to calm myself. 

"Ash!" I perked up and saw B.E.N with a worried look. "Ashy what's wrong? Did I say something to make you upset?" 

"No you didn't do anything," I breathed. "I just.." I shut my eyes and finished. "I just want to get out of here," I sat on the bench. I felt him sitting beside me and my face was planted on the floor. Unable to look at him.  

"I know it's scary to live on his ship but I promise once you get used to it like me it won't be bad.." He tries to reassure me it'll be okay but I clench my teeth and interrupt him. 

"I don't belong here!" He was taken aback by my voice raising. Feeling my heart sank at his expression I let out a sharp sigh. 

"Please B.E.N try to understand I can't live here. Pirate's life is not for me. I want to go home,"   

"I understand," B.E.N sighed. "Everyone has a different taste," He looked down. "And I thought this was my chance to have a best friend on board." My heart felt heavier at his words. Feeling like a bitch as if I'm ditching him for selfish reasons.    

Then I made this decision to tell him the truth. I felt he had a right to know why I was desperate to leave. 

"B.E.N, I do want to be your friend really. I'm sorry I lied to you." He turned his head to me and I smiled at him sadly " The reason is that I wasn't sure you could be trusted but you proved me wrong. "

"But you can trust me," He replied. "I'm good at keeping secrets, 

I nodded. "I know, that's why..."I stop when we hear a man shouting from out of the gallery. 

"Captain! Merchant ships straight ahead!" My eyes lit up and I looked at B.E.N with my heart beating with happiness. "It's here. I'm going home."   

"You are," He looks down glumly. Before I get up to leave I hug him. He gasped in surprised as I spoke gently.

"I promise we'll see each other again. I will never forget you," Slowly I felt him returning my embrace.  

He tries not to break the tears he says. "Then I hope I'll see you soon Ash." I let my arms free and he gave me his sad smile.   

"I'll see you soon too friend," I give him the same expression for a second and with that, I left the gallery. 

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When I got out, I saw men running and preparing but I didn't pay attention to them. Right now, my paraly is coming to an end and my freedom is this close.   

I found Flint still up with the helm I came up to him. As I reached him, his eyes were set on his men. 

"Captain our bargain?" I reminded him. "Remember you promise no plundering while I aboard the ship?" I watch his facial unfazed. Slowly he turned to me and I felt uneasy the way he looked at me. 

"They're a bit of change lass," 

Not like the way he says it. I asked quietly. "What do you mean?"   

"I mean is about your little paraly. I'm breaking the deal." My eyes widen to hear this, and he finishes it with his eyes glowed. 

"Yer staying on my ship. This is your home now," 

[giant-bean]

I see some similarities but I don't see either standing against order, civilization or goodness itself. Pirates had one of the worlds first democracies, workmen's comp, and profit share. They had a great deal of order in the way they ran things. Many pirates where also land owners with pigs and chickens and wives to come home to after being out to sea; sharing time with LGBTQ ship mates. They accepted one another's goodness as they stood not against it but against corrupt powers trying to tell them what goodness and civilization was. They stood against kings and religions that would force them to be slaves of a faulty system and other then true to them selves. (Now, I concede your point here and understand that I may be arguing semantics but stick with me.) Sure, they would murder and plunder and cut a living captains heart out and hold it up for the survivors to see so that those survivors would tell the tale of how fiendish and crazy they where. They would pull out eyeballs and kill ~95% of a crew leaving a few witnesses. They left the witnesses of brutality knowing the message would be spread and the next time they ran up the black flag it was more likely the merchant vessel in their sights would surrender saving the pirates trouble and reducing possible injury or death. It was a scare tactic. Also the "Jolly Roger" was not originally the scull and cross bone on black cloth but a bright red flag likely deriving its name from the French “ jolie rouge ,” meaning "pretty red.” When flying the red flag it meant the pirates would take no quarter and they would fight and kill everyone (Save a few witnesses). The more commonly flown flag that came to be know as a Jolly Roger was the black flag with different adornments such as the scull and crossbones; flying it meant the pirates would take quarter and allow you to surrender. They flew this flag far more often as it was less dangerous and allowed the pirates to get the goods with minimal violence. Fairly civilized for the times actually. Crews voted on everything (mutiny was bloody on navel vessels not pirate ships). If Captains made more then an equal share they never made more then three times that of the lowest crew member, and shares where first removed to provide for any injured prior to dividing the rest of the spoils amongst the crew. How is that anti order, civilization, or goodness? (Again I concede the above murder and obvious theft is far from befitting of the argued terms but these people often saw themselves as at war with a society that had tossed them out for being different and they where products of a different time where such barbarism was not seen as so very uncivilized.) As a strait man with a bisexual wife, a non-binary child and a transgender child I don't see them standing against order civilization or goodness. I see them standing strongly for actual civilization and goodness instead of feigned approximations that would take away the rights and urban comforts of a minority. They may be against the current order and false righteousness as the pirates of old but they are flying a flag of acceptance and offering quarter to any who will accept it.

Reblog if you stand against order, civilization, and goodness itself

[carewyncromwell]

“When you're all alone, far away from home, There's a gift the angels send When you're alone... Everyday must end, but the night's a friend -- Angels always send a star When you're alone... At night, when I'm alone, I lie awake and wonder --  Which of them belongs to me? Which one, I wonder...?”

~“When You’re Alone (cover)” by Jess Anderson

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previous part (with more context) here! // full tag here! // original concept of Duncan Ashe in this universe inspired by conversations with @ag907​

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Now, one must keep in mind, Merula was truly not a terrible person. She wasn’t even a terrible fairy. But what she ended up doing to Carewyn and by extension Orion was objectively pretty spiteful, so some context is necessary. And that context begins with the introduction of a new player in this tale -- the helmsman of the Jolly Roger, who was known by Neverland’s residents as the Pirate Without Pirate Eyes. The name he answered to was Ashe. 

Ashe was the second newest addition to the Jolly Roger’s crew. As such, he still remembered his home of London, or at least pieces of it. He remembered living with many other boys there and hating it quite a lot. He remembered a lot of locked doors and dead bodies being carried out. And he remembered first arriving in Neverland, as a young man -- of catching sight of the Jolly Roger’s outline in the clouds one night through his window and running out into the street so he could cry out to it in the black of night for it to take him away. (He was far more a young man than a mere boy at that time, but he had been very feverish, and his mind had not been clear enough for his common sense to put down such childish fancies.) And that was how Ashe was conscripted into a life of piracy aboard the Jolly Roger, beside the magical island of Neverland, where its residents never fell ill and never grew old. 

It was a pretty decent arrangement for Ashe, all things considered. And that arrangement improved when his employer, Captain Hook, brought another new crewmate aboard -- one exactly Ashe’s age, sixteen. This crewmate was called Jack, though in the beginning, he insisted there was more to that name. 

“My name is Jacob!” Jack had snarled at Hook, when he tried and failed to pull out of Blaise and Pearl’s combined hold. “Jacob Evan Cromwell! And I will never work for the likes of you!”

Jack was worn down soon enough, though. Hook was very good at pinpointing a person’s weaknesses and exploiting them, and soon enough the captain determined that Jack’s was fear -- not for himself, but for his loved ones. A certain loved one in particular usually kept Jack in line.

“Obey me,” Hook whispered in such an effortlessly icy tone, it was like he was Frost incarnate, “or I shall find sweet Winnie, and force her to obey instead.”

“Winnie.” Jack often called her simply “Wyn,” but Ashe had heard plenty about her second-hand through Hook and Jack. She was Jack’s little sister, and too good to be true, from the sound of it -- sweet, brave, and caring, with a voice like a cherub and a heart too big for her tiny frame to contain. Jack clearly thought the world of his little sister, and Hook -- whether to twist the knife in Jack further or out of pure sadism -- seemed to relish the thought of having her in his grip as well, to do with as he pleased. And that thought was something Jack dreaded -- dreaded so much that he actually fraternized with the enemy, Orion Amari.

When Ashe had woken up to find Jack sneaking off the Jolly Roger and covertly followed him, he came across his fellow pirate speaking to Orion in the woods. And what Ashe heard was like a club to the back of his head.

“...She’s younger than me – much younger, with ginger hair – small and sweet as a cherub. She’s brave and sharp and she sings like a bird...”

Ashe's eyebrows knit tightly over his eyes. Jack’s sister? Why would he tell Orion Amari about -- ?

“She’d fit right in with your sort – no one would have any idea she has anything to do with me. Just…spirit her away, like Hook did me. Take her with you, and keep her safe here, in Neverland. She doesn’t need to know I’m here, or even why you took her, just…just keep her away from Hook. Please.”

Ashe felt like all of the color had left his face.

“Keep her away from Hook?” No...no, Jack couldn’t be serious -- he couldn’t actually be trying to sabotage the Captain -- 

“And what will you give me in return?” Orion Amari’s boyish voice was very soft and calculating in his response. For however hard to read his overall affect was, he was clearly interested.

Part of Ashe wanted to just bolt from the trees at that very moment -- grab onto Jack and pull him back away from the Flying Boy, shout him down angrily, scold him fiercely -- stop him from making whatever deal with Devil he thought was so bloody important that he’d --

But Jack’s response made Ashe’s heart still just as much as he physically had, as he strained to listen. 

“Anything. Anything.”

The desperation of Jack’s voice in that moment flooded Ashe’s veins with an emotion he’d never known before. It chilled him from head to toe, while also lashing at his insides like some terrible poison. It made him hunch in on himself, staring at the ground, as Jack and Orion’s voices faded away into nothing but an indiscernible buzzing hum. 

Jack...would do anything, for his little sister. Anything to make sure she didn’t become a pirate the way Hook clearly wanted her to be -- anything to keep her away from him. Even if Jack himself was a pirate, even if Ashe was a pirate and liked being a pirate...the thought of his little sister being one was something Jack couldn’t bear. He saw his fate as so unbearable...that he was willing to do anything to make sure his little sister didn’t share it...

Ashe had known Jack had been taken to Neverland against his will -- of course he knew that. Jack had rebelled against Hook more than enough to make that clear. But Jack had started to forget the world outside Neverland, as everyone eventually does -- he’d resigned himself to the position he was now in, he’d accepted it. It had encouraged Ashe, that Jack had started to forget -- Jack always seemed happier, when he was able to forget...and really, he made for an excellent pirate! He was endlessly curious about things -- brilliant, dynamic -- excitable about seemingly tiny, insignificant things. It bewildered Ashe to no end, but it was also oddly endearing. He’d never known anyone like Jack before...he’d never felt for anyone, the way he had Jack. Even now he’d long forgotten or cared about who he was before, Ashe knew this, down to his bones. 

And yet...his sister, his “Wyn”...kept Jack tethered. She was the line that kept him from flying free, off into the atmosphere, free from grief and loss and sorrow and pain. She was someone...who he couldn’t forget.

Unable to handle the ball of jealousy, sorrow, and conflict rotating sickeningly inside of him, Ashe swiftly left, pushing roughly through the tall leaves and bushes out of the forest and back toward the Jolly Roger.

Ashe didn’t speak to Jack for about a week. He couldn’t. Jack had betrayed the pirate captain they both served, and yet Ashe couldn’t even fathom the idea of reporting what he’d done to Hook. Jack was the only person on the Jolly Roger who was Ashe’s age and, more important, the only person Ashe really liked. Pearl was the muscle and firepower, devoid of just about any compassion for anyone else, while Claire was the “yes-man” who probably had more water in her head than a brain...and the First Mate, Blaise, was just as manipulative as Hook in his “caring” for the crew, but with a hotter temper. For all of Jack’s own faults -- his own violent temper, when provoked, and how much of an airhead blabbermouth he could be -- he had this driving instinct to help more than hurt, to do more good than bad...to sacrifice...put himself in the line of fire, for those he felt something for...

Ashe spoke to Jack again after he’d had to pick him, Hook, Pearl, Blaise, and Claire from Marooner’s Rock. He’d scolded Jack for quite a while for putting so much strain on his broken leg. 

“For Pete’s sake,” he muttered irritably, “pain doesn’t even exist here in Neverland, unless you dwell on it -- ”

“You expect me to forget that Hook broke my leg?” said Jack. 

“You’ll heal faster if you just let Neverland’s magic do its work,” Ashe shot back.

"Hardly! Neverland’s magic is to make you forget, not undo anything...otherwise Hook’s hand would’ve just popped right back to life after getting eaten by the Croc, wouldn’t it have? So, by that logic, the most Neverland would do is just make me forget what happened and forget that it’s supposed to hurt -- no injury can just go poof into the ether, not without a proper splint and bandaging and -- ”

“Put a sock in it!” snapped Ashe. “Ugh -- just...stop overthinking everything!”

Despite his waspishness, Ashe still changed Jack’s bandages and tightly rebound his wound.

Fortunately within a few weeks, Jack had forgotten about Hook breaking his leg. Kind of hard not to, when the life of a pirate involved so much routine -- trimming the sails, swabbing the decks, sailing around the island, chasing Lost Kids, almost killing Orion Amari for the eightieth time -- that it was easy to forget little things like that. Within those few weeks, Jack even returned to the self Ashe had become accustomed to -- angry and rebellious toward Hook, sure, but delighted by Neverland and its beauty. At one point Ashe had even actually managed to capture a fairy, and Jack had spent an entire evening studying it and its wings with an almost reverent glee.

“Just look at the length of this forewing, Ashe!” he said, perfectly ignorant of how much the fairy struggled to try to get free. “Even if it’s so much like a butterfly’s, it’s so perfectly clear, like a dragonfly’s, and yet long and pointed, more like a cicada’s...and that sheen! Like it’s made of some sheer diamond! And the dust!”

He gave the fairy a little shake, so as to collect a handful of the dust that came up off the wings and grind it through his fingers like sand.

“It just dissolves away, into the skin! It evaporates -- like snow melting in your hand...”

Something flickered in his pirate-like blue eyes as he smiled.

“Snow...”

The flicker grew a little stronger as he stared at the dust slowly fading into his rubbing fingers. 

Ashe’s own dry smile faded.

“Jack?”

But Jack didn’t seem to hear him. Something melancholy seemed to pass over his face, peeling the boyish smile slowly from his face. 

“Think of Christmas...think of snow...think of sleigh bells...off you...go...”

His eyes grew a little wider, more aware. In an instant he’d released the fairy, and the frightened, furious little creature flapped away, back toward the mainland.

“Jack!” said Ashe, looking upset and irritated. He’d worked hard to catch that! 

But Jack didn’t seem to care. He’d clearly come back down to Earth -- and as he stared out at the island of Neverland, his pirate-like blue eyes rippled with anguish that he nonetheless fiercely tried to hold in. 

“...I forgot,” he murmured.

“Well, of course you did,” Ashe scolded him lightly. “Everyone forgets, Jack.”

But Jack didn’t answer. He instead kept his gaze on the mainland, his eyes drifting off into the high trees. 

Ashe frowned deeply. He looked from Jack’s shoulder to up at his face and back.

“Jack,” he said lowly, “maybe you should forget.”

“No,” said Jack stubbornly.

“Neverland is supposed to make you forget!” Ashe challenged him. “It’s supposed to be a place where you can forget the past -- forget the world of mortal men. It’s supposed to be a place where your wildest dreams come true...”

Steadying his courage, Ashe took hold of Jack’s shoulder. 

“You were happy until just a few seconds ago,” he said very lowly. “Is it so bad to just be happy?”

Jack pulled out of Ashe’s grip and walked over to the far railing. “You don’t understand.”

This response and withdrawal only served to make Ashe flush with anger. “You’re right, Jack, I don’t!”

Ashe pursued Jack across the deck, grabbing onto the railing as he came around to look at him better, even as Jack faced the sea and not him. 

“Jack, I know what this is about,” he said fiercely. “I know this is about ‘Wyn,’ your -- your saintly little bugger of a sister -- ”

An acidic lump formed in Ashe’s throat at the thought.

“ -- but she’s -- she’s lost to you! You’re never going to see her again, all right? You don’t want her here -- you don’t want her to be a pirate -- ”

Jack closed his eyes and turned away, but Ashe strutted harshly around, so as to look him in the face again. 

“So just -- just FORGET her!” Ashe implored him. “Forget her, and start over, here, in Neverland!”

Jack turned away again and didn’t answer. It made Ashe come around Jack a second time and hold his shoulders in place, trying even harder to get him to look at him. 

“Why would you even want to be anywhere else?” Ashe asked him, his lips turning up in a weak, beseeching smile. “Here, you’re free! You never have to worry or take anyone else’s burdens on as your own! You never have to care about what other people think of you, who you are or what you like – ”

Images of unfamiliar, disgusted, condescending faces -- of punches and distorted, swearing voices -- rippled over Ashe’s mind. He blinked them away at once. 

“-- you can just be you, fully you, and nobody else!”

Jack wordlessly pulled out of Ashe’s grip with seemingly little effort. Ashe chased him across the deck.

“You can go on grand adventures,” Ashe persisted, “explore things no one else has ever seen!”

He sped up, looping around in front of Jack to stop him from walking past him. 

“You never have to get sick, grow old, or die,” said Ashe, his eyes flashing with both aggravation and desperation. “You never have to grieve or feel pain again!”

He grabbed onto Jack’s arms, his hands squeezing tight. 

“You can live, Jack,” he said earnestly. 

Jack finally opened his eyes and looked up at Ashe. The pirate-like blue glinted with such melancholy, and yet there were some odd cinders of resilience there.

“…Is that living, Ashe?” he said very softly.

Pulling one arm free of Ashe’s hold, he brandished it widely toward Neverland, across the railing. 

“Is it freedom, to run around chasing and scaring children in some petty game of revenge? To mindlessly obey the whims of our Captain, and never ask why?”

Ashe’s grip on Jacob’s remaining arm faltered. Before he could speak, however, Jack pressed on more insistently. 

“To kidnap people and spirit them away to a land where they forget everything of who they were and who they loved, for no other reason than just to add more members to our ranks?”

Jack strode back up to the railing, swinging his arms out theatrically wide as he whirled around back toward Ashe. 

“Is this life?!” he demanded, his blue eyes shining with emotion the likes of which Captain Hook’s could never know. “Being stuck as we are forever, separated from the entire rest of the world – doomed to never be more than we are right now?”

“It could be,” Ashe said lowly. “If you stay.” 

With me.

Jack stared at Ashe for a very long moment. His blue eyes pulsed with remorse, as well as something softer, almost...beseeching. Then, closing his eyes again, he turned away. 

“I am staying, Ashe,” he murmured. “Even if I did remember where I was from before, I could never hope to fly back there...I’m far too old for that...”

He rested his crossed arms on the railing and bowed his head. 

“...Without Wyn...” his voice barely came out as a whisper, “there’s no reason for me to go back anyway...”

Ashe stiffened up sharply. 

Had Jack even realized what he’d just said? That he’d basically admitted that Wyn was no longer in the Other World -- that she was, in fact, here, in Neverland...with Orion Amari and his Lost Kids? 

No...it seemed to have just been him thinking out loud. It was made much more obvious by just how quiet Jack got afterwards -- like he’d momentarily forgotten anyone else, even Ashe, was still there. 

He’d forgotten her...and yet now, remembering the pain of being apart from her...he’d forgotten all of the happiness and enthusiasm he’d felt, just moments before...

Ashe’s lips came together tightly as he watched Jack at the railing.

He would never be truly happy, so long as they were apart. Ashe could see it clearly now. Jack would never be able to forget his life before, so long as he was without the one thing that made him remember it -- his “Wyn.”

Gloom, resentment, and shame swirled through Ashe’s veins as he turned his back on Jack at last. As he walked away from Jack, right off the Jolly Roger, he tried to block out the sound of Jack’s melancholic, angelic Tenor voice dancing over the wind --

“And any star I choose watches over me,  So I know I'm not alone when I'm here on my own... Isn't that a wonder? When you're alone, you're not alone -- not really...alone...”

Meanwhile, on the mainland, the Lost Kids had finished unwrapping all of their “Christmas gifts.” Merula had as well, but she had left the proceedings a while ago -- a fact that nobody had really paid much mind to, at the time. 

At first everyone compared the pockets Carewyn had made for them -- then, at another point, they badgered Carewyn to tell them the story about Father Christmas (which ended up involving him befriending a penguin and facing off against an ice wizard at one point). Then mid-afternoon the Lost Kids set about playing with the new wooden crocodile Skye had made for Orion, pretending it was the real “Tick-Tock” crocodile and passing it to whomever was “It” in their game of tag. Orion at several points had to put a halt to the game whenever anyone got hurt, at which point Carewyn would wrap the injury up with some spare ribbon and the kid in question would completely forget about it and get back to playing. 

It was close to the evening when Carewyn was preparing everyone for bed that Bill reminded Carewyn and Orion of something very important.

“Leave all that stuff to me,” he told them with his arms crossed and his mouth spread into a proud smile. “You need to get ready to go out.”

Carewyn blinked. “Go out?”

Charlie’s eyes lit up as he realized what Bill was talking about. “Oh yeah! Mothers and Fathers always go out for a party on Christmas night, while Bill and I look after the others!”

“The others meaning us?” said Tonks brightly.

Bill frowned slightly. “...I guess so...”

Before he could think on this too deeply, though, Charlie interrupted him. “It’s always fun! We pretend to go to sleep and then wake back up and eat sweets while Mum and Dad aren’t home...”

Carewyn put her hands on her hips. “Charlie!”

“Hey, it’s all in good fun!” laughed Charlie. “We also make our beds and clean up the kitchen nicely, so Mum won’t be mad...”

Carewyn still looked faintly disapproving, but when she caught Orion’s eye, she saw him smiling wryly.

“Well, then, if that’s what’s meant to be done on a proper Christmas...Bill, you’re in charge, until your ‘Mother’ and I get back.”

Bill straightened up with a bright grin and saluted. “Aye, aye, sir.”

And so Erika and Face Paint Kid helped Carewyn “get ready” to go out by helping her put on the new breastplate and belt Bill and Charlie had given her and fixing the tiny forget-me-not flowers the centaurs had given her in her hair. They really were just the same color as her eyes. 

Once Carewyn was ready, Orion -- his mouth spread into a very white, amused smile -- extended an arm for her to take and floated with her to the worn little tunnel that led to the surface. 

“Now, children, behave yourself while we’re out,” Carewyn said in a rather good imitation of a plump, red-haired woman she only vaguely remembered. “I’ve left you some spare ribbon by the armchair if you need it, Bill. And Charlie, eat your sweets and then tidy up the kitchen. That way you won’t have to clean it twice.”

“Yes, Mum,” Charlie teased. 

Bill was grinning broadly too, clearly just as amused by the game as anyone. “Have fun, you two!”

His grin broadening further, Orion then swept up into the air, pulling Carewyn along behind him.

Orion flew with Carewyn through the trees for a long way. At several points, Carewyn asked where they were going, only for Orion to quiet her with a finger beside his lips. At long last, after what felt like a half-hour, they reached a glade near the far south end of the island -- the home of the legendary Pixie Hollow.

This Hollow was the home of all Neverland fairies. Every tree therein sparkled with fine lines of gold and rainbow dust, for these trees were nourished by fairy dust the same way trees in our world drink water. Even the dew excreted from their branches glittered like gems. And at the center of all of these trees was the grandest and most beautiful of all of them -- the Great Tree, where the Queen of the Fairies reigned. And on this very night, the Fairies and their Queen were hosting a grand ball, so as to celebrate their newest arrivals. It was a ball that was thrown quite regularly, actually, but given how short one’s memory really was in Neverland, it always felt like a remarkable event. 

It was here, therefore, that Orion took Carewyn...and as he’d hoped, she was enamored with the sight. As the fairies flitted out from the tree, dancing through the air and singing a song as high and tinkling as bells, Carewyn gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth.

“Oh, Orion!” she breathed in delight. 

She gave his arm a squeeze, unable to express how in awe she was. When she looked at him, the fairies’ light danced in her pirate-like blue eyes.

Orion’s eyes softened just seeing the pure, girlish happiness in her face. She even seemed lighter, just floating beside him.

With a playful smile, he gave her a light push. With a laugh, Carewyn soared backwards, up higher into the air. She swept through the crowds of tiny dancing fairies with as much grace as a swan, her arms outstretched and her eyes closed. Her flushed face was spread into a bright grin as her ginger hair flapped into her face and she laughed. 

Freedom. This was what it had to be like, wasn’t it? To be completely free, weightless as a bird, with no worries, no cares? Free to be yourself, and only yourself, and have that be enough? 

“Don’t you know what Neverland truly is, Carewyn?” 

Carewyn felt someone bringing their arms around her. She opened her eyes again, to see Orion beaming from ear to ear at her.

“Freedom,” Orion’s words came back to Carewyn again, and it made her start to giggle happily. 

His black eyes sparkling, Orion twirled her around, mirroring the dancing fairies around them. The two danced a mid-air waltz as fine as any fairy, and all the while, they laughed more fully and happily than either of them could remember. 

Playing pretend and doing silly things, all without care of anyone else or what they might think -- just enjoying time together, just the two of them, connecting and laughing and enjoying each other’s smiles...

This was fun. It was so much fun...

Little did Carewyn and Orion know they were being watched -- nor that the two sets of eyes were so close together. 

One set of eyes were tiny and pink and narrowed with suspicion as they darted from Carewyn and Orion to the owner of the other set of eyes, who she’d spotted leaving the Jolly Roger and promptly decided to follow. 

This second set of eyes were brown and sharp-lidded -- rather unusual for the likes of a pirate -- and were fixed squarely on Carewyn as she floated around Orion in mid-air.

Could that be her? Ashe thought to himself suspiciously.

His hand lingered on the pistol on his belt, but he remained hidden in the tall leaves. He had no idea if Orion had any reinforcements, aside from the fairies, who most certainly would all tag-team against him, if he attacked Orion in the middle of their Hollow. And truthfully, he had no interest in hurting Wyn, if this girl was her. 

Carewyn and Orion were still both laughing as they soared up higher above the Great Tree. Orion led Carewyn down onto one of the tall branches, “escorting” her down it before she gave another large leap, and they soared around in circles through the air. 

Finally the two had to catch their breath, slowing down to a more leisurely, dreamy rotation as the fairies likewise started to slow-dance.

“...Ha...ha...this is...” Carewyn giggled. 

“Fun?” finished Orion.

“Yes!” Carewyn said eagerly.

Orion’s face broke out into a smile so huge, his glittery black eyes had to crinkle up to make room for them. Carewyn beamed brightly -- then, abruptly, she’d thrown her arms around Orion in a hug. 

The gesture startled Orion noticeably. 

“Thank you,” Carewyn said, grinning over his shoulder as she squeezed him tightly. “Thank you, for this -- it’s...it’s all so magical!”

When she pulled away, Orion looked at her with an oddly confused expression. Putting it together quickly, Carewyn immediately lost her smile and blushed a bit self-consciously.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I...just wanted to give you a hug, that’s all,” she said sheepishly. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable...”

Orion shook his head. 

“I was not uncomfortable,” he said at once, his voice almost mellowly stoic. “It’s just unfamiliar to me is all.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened. “...I thought so.”

Orion blinked.

“Well, it’s just...you said the Lost Kids were like us...that they didn’t have parents. ...That you don’t have parents.”

Carewyn looked up at Orion, her blue eyes warmer and more empathetic than Hook’s could ever be.

“So I thought...you must get pretty lonely sometimes too...even with the Lost Kids, and the mermaids, and the fairies and the centaurs keeping you company. I suppose that’s why Celestina said you’ve cried so much...”

Orion’s expression was very unreadable. Carewyn bit her lip, but she fixed him with a rather determined expression, before she threw her arms around him in another hug with such force that they floated through the crowds of dancing fairies again. 

“It’s not right, that you feel lonely,” Carewyn said as she clung onto Orion. “With how many people care about you...you should never have to cry alone.”

The two drifted in several leisurely circles in mid-air. Orion’s arms lingered awkwardly in mid-air on either side of her for a good chunk of the time -- then, slowly, as Carewyn made as if to pull back at last, he rested his hands on her shoulders, tilting his head so as to look at her from below curiously. 

“...It’s so interesting.”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“How generous you are. You’ve given the mermaids your songs, the centaurs a blanket...the Lost Kids baubles and stories and pockets and warm milk. You’ve given me a handshake, and now not one, but two hugs.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling up a bit more fondly. 

“...You give so much, and yet hardly take.”

And this from a girl with the eyes of a pirate. How unlike a pirate Carewyn Cromwell truly was!

Carewyn shrugged off this compliment as easily as she might’ve shrugged off a cool evening breeze. “Well, you give quite a lot too, you know.”

“Do I?” asked Orion. 

“Of course!” said Carewyn, as if it were obvious. “You look after everyone here in Neverland -- the Lost Kids, the centaurs, the mermaids, the fairies...you protect all of them from the pirates, and you don’t ever seem the least bit afraid.”

Orion cocked his eyebrows amusedly. “Fear is a thing that drags you down. No one could fly, locked in those chains...and I fly higher than all others.”

“Higher than my ‘standards,’ you mean?” said Carewyn with a laugh. 

“Sky high and further still,” Orion said proudly. 

Carewyn giggled harder. “To the stars, beyond the blue!”

As she laughed, though, something flittered to life behind her eyes.

“...Up you go with a height and ho...to the stars, beyond the blue...”

Her smile seemed to dim. 

“There’s a Neverland...waiting for you...”

Orion blinked, startled, down at her hands -- he could feel some weight through them. 

“Carewyn?” he said softly. 

“...Where all your happy dreams...come...”

She was falling now. A flash of concern shot through Orion as he brought his hands up as if to take hold of Carewyn’s shoulders. 

“Carewyn -- ”

He flinched back, however, seeing the tears that had overtaken her wide, bright blue eyes. For a second, they hovered over them like rippling diamond dew -- then they overflowed and streaked down her cheeks in multiple lines.

“I’ve...I’ve lost him,” she whispered.

Orion’s eyebrows furrowed. “Carewyn...”

“I’ve lost him,” Carewyn repeated again, her voice audibly distraught. “I’ve lost him -- his face, his name -- I’ve lost him!”

Orion’s eyes rippled with dismay as he watched Carewyn. She was crumpling in on herself as she drifted slowly back down to the ground.

“Come back -- come back, please -- ”

“Carewyn -- ”

Orion flew down after her, throwing out his arms as if to catch her. When he extended his arms, however, Carewyn clutched onto them tightly with her hands, clinging to Orion as she cried harder.

“I can’t -- ” she choked. “I can’t lose him again -- not my brother -- I can’t forget my brother -- I can’t!”

Orion didn’t know what to do, in the face of Carewyn’s tears. His arms lingered helplessly on either side of her, not knowing quite how to give her a hug the way she had moments ago.

“Carewyn...” he whispered, as Carewyn only sobbed harder. “Carewyn...it’s okay...”

“No,” Carewyn moaned. “I forgot him -- I forgot -- how could I forget him!?”

“We all forget, Carewyn,” Orion said gently. 

Carewyn’s head shot up abruptly. Her tear-soaked eyes were very wide upon Orion’s face. 

“That’s part of what Neverland is,” he murmured. “It wants you to forget your pain -- leave behind your greatest sorrows, from that Other World. It wants you to be happy, and at peace...be young and free, forever.”

Carewyn stared at Orion. She stared and stared, even as her tears continued to fall and her feet met the ground. Orion himself even ended back on solid ground, bending down to be more on her level, as he tried to comfort her.

“There’s nothing back there for you, Carewyn,” he said softly. “Everything you’ve ever wanted and needed is here. Adventure, excitement -- freedom -- a family of children just as lost and alone as you...every dream you’ve ever known and many you’ve yet to know...”

Carewyn turned her wide, teary eyes down to her feet, unable to look at Orion. His black eyes grew a little smaller as he took a step closer to her.

“You belong here, Carewyn. With us. The Lost Kids. We’ll protect you. We’ll take care of you, forever -- and you can take care of us.” 

He hesitantly brought an arm up along her back and rested a hand in her hair, trying to give her a hug in return. 

“...Forget him, and be happy,” he said very quietly. 

Carewyn’s eyes flooded with fresh tears. All of a sudden, she’d pushed herself out of Orion’s arms. 

“NO!”

Orion was so startled he couldn’t summon any kind of verbal defense before Carewyn ripped into him. 

“I WON’T FORGET JACOB! I WON’T, I WON’T!”

Her blue eyes flared with righteous anger. It made Orion visibly falter.

“Carewyn...” he whispered.

“NO!” she screamed louder still. “YOU CANNOT MAKE ME!”

“It’s not me that’ll do it,” Orion said, and his voice in contrast became softer and softer. “Everyone forgets, Carewyn.”

“NEVER!” Carewyn shouted. “I’LL NEVER FORGET HIM! NEVER, NEVER!” 

Orion was at a loss. 

“Why?” he challenged her at last, in a very quiet, yet oddly hard voice. “Why won’t you? Why will you hurt yourself like this, when you’ll be happy, once you’ve forgotten? When Neverland itself wants you to forget and be content?”

“BECAUSE HE’S MY BROTHER!” Carewyn shrieked back. “Because when I was alone and friendless, he was there! Because when I was scared and lonely, he was there! Because when Mum died and we were cold and hungry, he was there, and he would smile, and I would press on, because I had to be there for HIM! I only know who I am and how much good I can do, because of him -- because of Mum -- because of them -- !”

Her tears were streaming down her face harder than ever. 

“I don’t care how much it hurts -- I don’t care how much happier I’d be, if I forgot them forever and never cried again -- if I forgot Mum and Jacob, if I ever forgot them...I’d forget why I’m still here!” 

Orion was lost for words. Carewyn’s tears seemed so blackened with despair now -- and yet, sparkling silver and gold, all the same...

Silver for resilience...gold for courage...

“...Carewyn...”

Orion once again tried to give her a hug, but Carewyn was just unable to accept it. The sobbing little girl pushed out of Orion’s arms and ran right into the trees, leaving him alone in the shade of the glittering Great Tree. 

Ashe immediately set off after Carewyn -- Merula was about to chase after the pirate too, but the look on Orion’s face made her hesitate.

Orion stared after Carewyn for a long moment, his eyes darkening with displeasure -- almost something frustrated. 

This was not supposed to happen. She hadn’t been too old to fly, she had been able to fly -- she’d been able to fly as high as he did! She’d been happy, and free, and she’d loved it -- she’d been so happy, being free and flying, without a care in the world...she’d known that joy, she’d felt it, that joy he felt every time he flew amongst the fairies...

She’d...known what he felt...she’d known it! She’d known it in a way that none of his other Lost Kids did, that no one else had!

No one else...

Shadows of faces Orion had forgotten years, perhaps decades ago, flickered over his closed eyelids. Orion firmly closed his eyes, forcing back the emotions trying to leak through.

He thought...she’d understood...she said she thought he was lonely -- he thought she’d said that because she’d known what that was --

He thought...she’d stay...

The shadows of forgotten faces came back, rippling into the darkness of Orion’s eyelids, now moist with tears. Orion fiercely wiped them off on his glove, forcing them back.

Forget. Peace. Forget. 

In Orion’s abrupt movement to wipe the moisture from his eyes, the bauble that he’d tucked into his shirt the previous night came loose, rolling out through his sleeve and down onto the grass with a light flump. The contact with the group made the melancholic Tenor voice of Carewyn’s brother inside of it echo with fresh clarity -- 

“ -- mustn’t let them see me cry...I’m fine...I’m fine...”

Orion’s eyes shot open, flitting down to the silver-glinting bauble reflecting Jack’s pale face on the grass. Feeling a new wave of nausea and misery wash over him, Orion firmly turned his back on it and took off again, flying back toward Hangman’s Tree like some gloomy vulture. 

Rather than fly after Orion, however, Merula made that aforementioned spiteful choice. She picked up the bauble and flew off with it into the trees. 

Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Merula tapped the bauble several times, to make sure Jack’s voice sang the entire song multiple times. And sure enough, the song caught the ear of the still miserable and crying Carewyn -- as well as the ear of the pirate who Merula knew had been following her. And when Carewyn tried to get the bauble back from Merula, the fairy was able to lead her right into the Pirate Without Pirate Eyes’s path.

“Give that back, Merula -- give it -- !”

Carewyn froze, stock-still, at the sight of the pirate who she’d just about run into. Merula dropped the “bauble” at once right in front of Ashe, before darting off into the trees.

Ashe stared at Carewyn for little more than a few seconds. He’d long since determined who the girl was, but once he saw those eyes, he knew. They were Jack’s eyes -- Jack’s eyes, exactly. 

“You -- ”

Carewyn, for her part, wasn’t going to go without a fight. She immediately opened her mouth to scream -- when Ashe grabbed her covered her mouth, she bit down hard on his hand.

“OUCH!”

Carewyn then tried to kick him as hard as she could -- although she wasn’t particularly strong, her ability to fly had given her some height, which allowed her to wriggle enough to land a blow right to Ashe’s shin. The pirate winced, struggling to hold onto the little girl as he reached into his green suede coat.

“Sit still, will you!? Ugh -- !”

Finding what he’d been looking for, he snatched out a white handkerchief, which he then used to cover Carewyn’s nose and mouth. The little ginger girl screamed and writhed, trying frantically to get loose, but her mind was slowly dying -- her vision blackening --

“Sorry, lassie,” Ashe muttered in her ear. “You’ll thank me later...”

Carewyn kept lashing out desperately, her voice coming out as nothing more than a squeak as all of her strength dissipated and all consciousness left her. 

[cebwrites]

to love me (love me), to need me (need me)

dsfgsfdgdfg tender t4t mascs in love and bottom law 🥺💕💖

oc x canon, he/they law, nsfw under the cut [cw: oral, anal, choking, creampie] word count: 1k

It’s been a long week, with far more Strawhat shenanigans than Law can handle at any given time. Kirin, of course, ever sensitive to his partner’s moods, doesn’t need to so much as ask to know that he’s in for a hell of a night when he sees Law nursing what seemed to be their umpteenth headache of the day, avoiding rubber arms that swing past him to cling to his beleaguered lover who looks about ready to throw hands or collapse right then and there. 

So he finds himself here, late in the night, on his knees at Law’s service.

“Mmf, caf’faim~”

Law watches their lover with an inked hand gripped firmly in his hair, messily taking in as much of their cock as he could while Kirin traces a familiar path to his release, the Heart captain himself sits in his desk chair, one leg on the table to provide better access.

He doesn’t have time to chastise Kirin’s sloppy habits when the coil in their core tightens, prompting them to trust wildly into his mouth and against the fingers deep within him - it’s also then and there that Kirin decides to pull away, only wincing slightly at the forceful tug to his scalp, but the frustrated, needy fluster on Law’s face was more than enough of a consolation.

Law growls at him, quickly swapping their positions with a quick room and shambles so that he’d be in his chair instead, now positioning himself over the other captain’s cock while their own leaks a steady flow of seminal fluid against his chest.

“I thought you said it was my turn in charge tonight?” Kirin pouts, just barely keeping the smugness out of his voice.

“You’ll get your chance eventually, darling,”

The hiss in Law’s tone betrays the affectionate that nickname usually carries but they don’t linger on it for long, too focused on the carnal ache in his core as he slides onto Kirin’s waiting cock, equally as eager, they both groan in unison.

Feet against the arm rests and elbows leant on the desk behind him, Law grinds at a steady pace that gradually increases as they adjust to the pressure - Kirin leaves a trail of hickeys across the gorgeous skin of Law’s neck and collarbone, his mouth finds itself against the surgeon’s nipples, sucking and biting at the darkened nubs to coax his captain’s wonderful voice out for all (him and him alone) to hear.

Law takes his hand and puts it against their neck, Kirin’s eyes snap up to meet his, a little wider and swirling with uncertainty; a silent but clear, ‘are you sure?’

“Can you, sweetheart,” they huff, sending a covert plea through long lashes, “..for me?”

Well that settles things, then.

Kirin hooks his arms around the doctor’s legs and torso then lifts, still buried in him; walking them to the bed where he gently lays Law onto their back, relishes in the sweet squeeze when he reenters him. His hands trail over the tattoos on their chest - beautiful, intricate patterns that adorn dark skin - and it stops at his neck, once again making eye contact to ask for permission. It’s granted, easily, listlessly.

“Heart, you’re gorgeous... what did I do to deserve you?” Kirin leans in close to breathe against his ear, gravelly and warm, Law responds by pressing his hand firmer against their throat. Harder. Hiraishin is hesitant, always worried about hurting his lovers or going a step too far, but complies; the moan he’s rewarded with eases his worries almost instantaneously.

Nails polished black find themselves raking red paths down Kirin’s back and shoulders, pausing only where Law knew the tattoos on his biceps would be - he’d never mark those, even if seeing his own jolly roger there didn’t ignite a flame of desire so bright the smoke sometimes clouded their better judgement at times. They take a moment to admire it, tenderly rubbing their thumb against the ink despite the thunderous pace being pounded into his system. 

Kirin follows their line of sight and flushes a little, chuckling, he gives Law’s throat another squeeze, swallowing the wanton moan that comes after with a kiss. He slips his free hand between them, swiping his thumb over the slit of his lover’s weeping member, then the precum that’d pooled below, to taste him. Law huffs when the characteristic grin stretches over their partner’s smug face at the action.

“You’re obscene.”

“Mmyeah? I don’t hear you complaining, though.”

Law rolls his eyes, partially at the audacity, and partially because the other captain hit a particularly sensitive spot - hands of ‘DEATH’ fondle and tease the ample chest above him as Kirin’s slides back down to wrap around his cock - they both lean in for another heady, world-spinning kiss; needn’t be said that they’re close, they know without announcement. They chase the peaks of their climaxes together, getting lost in the sounds of each other’s pleasure, skin on skin, their own, then-- ribbons of white paint the space between captains, the space between Law, too.

Kirin’s vision swims, he’s already halfway off to dreamland when Law rolls him onto his back, lazily kissing the place on their neck where his hand once was, he gives them a raised eyebrow and a questioning look through heavy-lidded eyes; Law raises both of theirs at him in return, fishing around for the spare lube in their night stand.

“What, you didn’t think I was satisfied yet, did you?”

“But you,, we already came--” Kirin turns to lay on his side cutely, bringing out his best set of puppy eyes he could manage while fucked out and glazed with cum. It’s questionable at best. Law scoffs, smirking at the undignified squawk his boyfriend lets out when they smack his exposed rump. 

“And? Ass in the air, darling-ya, it’s your turn.”

It was, in fact, one hell of a night on the Polar Tang for this silly little rabbit.

[glowingmember]

i had to buy a portable dvdrom for my computer that plugs in via usb because my tower HAS NO PLACE TO INSTALL A DVDROM.

Stop removing ports, headphone jacks, and cd players from technology

I don't want to put my information on a cloud! I want physical media

[charlotte-headcanons]

How would the Charlotte siblings react to one of their siblings being kidnapped by a force much more imposing to them than the Straw Hats? Like for example, saying they received in the mail a picture of Amande, someone really strong, all beaten up and tied and gagged, and it was clearly from the Beast Pirates, probably their most dangerous rivals. Who would want an all-out rescue war, who’d suggest a stealth rescue, who’d try and negotiate for her return, who’d just give up on her, etc.?

Hi there! Ah yes, y'all really want us to write more violence, huh 🤣😉 well, happy to oblige! Reactions below 💕

CW: Kidnapping, violence, torture/murder

If you hurt a family member, there is no negotiation with the Charlottes. No matter how much of an imposing force is behind the kidnapping, something like this is an offense to all of them, and it gets them livid. There are no thought-through reactions or calm negotiations. There is war, with all of Totto Land's manpower and resources thrown into it. If that imposing force was the Beast Pirates? Well, they don't need many excuses to attack those anyway, the animosity is pretty damn strong already-

Still, there would be some who would advocate a more open war, those who'd prefer stealth methods, and those who'd see humiliating the enemy as the best punishment!

The open war option - charging in guns blazing and demanding that the family member is given back or else - would be preferred by people like Daifuku, Oven, or Cracker. Linlin too would go outright ballistic and probably not plan much before rushing to attack the enemy and slay without mercy. Even if it was a child that she doesn't much like (e.g. Chiffon before her betrayal), kidnapping her babies would be an insult: in her mind, only she has the right to hurt the more disappointing children sometimes.

Trying to quiet down the fiery sentiments and not barge in without a plan, Mont D'Or would probably come up with and attempt to execute a swift and stealthy rescue + revenge. Within it, he'd prioritize rescuing the kidnapped sibling, and unlike some, he'd realize that an open war could be a simple way to put them in danger. Instead, he'd probably engage Brulee and Katakuri - the other two siblings that'd prefer stealth - as a duo sent out for a rescue-and-revenge mission. With Brulee's powers, the two could get into the enemy's base, with Katakuri's foresight they could successfully avoid being spotted. Effectively, in Mont D'Or's plan they'd be supposed to get in, rescue the kidnapped sibling, then kidnap someone else important to the enemy's crew, and get out. In a very passive-aggressive manner, Mont D'Or would then make sure to send out a photo of the kidnapped person looking exactly like the one they've been sent before. Then, they would prepare for a war, and hope that the enemy is going to be pissed enough to come to Totto - the territory within which they would be at a significant strategic disadvantage.

Those who'd support Mont D'Or's plan but would add their own twist to it would include, for instance, Perospero. He would satiate his anger by engaging in not just violence but also humiliating the enemy publically: contacting the news to make sure the whole feud is well-documented, openly mocking the enemy for the world to see, and doing stuff like branding Mama's Jolly Roger on the kidnapped enemy.

No one in the family would even consider the possibility of giving up on a kidnapped sibling. Even those who hated the particular sibling would be insulted by the kidnapping, and thus, they'd be just as ferocious in their revenge, albeit perhaps less focused on the rescue and more on the retribution itself.

Now, if the sibling was only kidnapped but without the beating up and bruising - that's a whole different case. In such a scenario, Mont D'Or could actually go for negotiations, trying to win the sibling back without exhausting their forces. It'd be the most logical choice, so he'd make a solid attempt - again, only so long as not a single scratch was left on the family member.

Overall, though, most Charlottes wouldn't even give a shit about how imposing the enemies are. Instead, they would only escalate the situation; especially since so many of them are so overconfident in their own abilities and the status of their mother!

Thank you for the ask 💕

[undercoveravenger]

A Pirate’s Life For Me

Creature Week 2020: Day Two

Pairing: Harry Hook x Siren!Male!Reader

Request: “Harry Hook rescued by a male!siren reader?” 

A/N: This is set in an AU where the villains were never trapped on the Isle, so Harry grew up on the Jolly Roger with his father.

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Harry had been working on his father’s ship practically since he’d been born, but in all that time he had never seen the typically crystalline waters of Neverland become this rough. He’d seen the Jolly Roger weather storms before. He’d smelled the salty sea air grow thick with the scent of rain and watched as the dark wooden planks of the deck speckled with the falling droplets of water. He’d seen the sails billow and tear when the winds came ripping through more suddenly than the crew had been prepared for.

This was no normal storm though. The sails were being shredded up on the masts, the wind was thrashing the tail ends of the rigging around like whips and no one had been able to pull them in. Harry had abandoned his previous post almost immediately when he realized just how bad the storm was getting and did his best to help mitigate the damage.

He’d barely managed to reel in one of the flailing lengths of rope and get it tied down when he found himself slammed into by a wayward boom, the thick beam uncontrollable since the vicious winds had torn through the sail. The force knocked him from his feet and sent him plummeting over the ship’s railing and into the freezing water below.

Harry flailed, trying in vain to flounder his way to the surface but only succeeding in tiring himself out. The weight of his heavy leather coat and the sword and scabbard strapped to his hip dragged him further beneath the frigid waves as they soaked in water.

His movements had started to slow and his vision was going dark when he’d first seen it. A dark figure had flitted past him, barely discernible from the black depths around him. Then he’d felt the thickly-muscled tail brush against the back of one of his legs and, as his consciousness finally slipped away from him, Harry hoped that he would drown before the siren chose to do more than observe him.

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When Harry had woken up and found himself lying on the sun-warmed sand of an unfamiliar beach, he had been sure that this must have been the afterlife. The burning ache of his ribs where he’d been struck by the beam during the storm when he tried to sit up had been enough to convince him that the events of the previous night had really happened.

He forced himself to sit up quickly, ignoring the pain from his bruised chest in favor of attempting to identify his surroundings. He was sure that this was not the main island of Neverland, but it also had a very different appearance than any of the smaller surrounding islands that he had been to. He supposed that the ship could have drifted during the storm, but he doubted that they’d made it into a previously uncharted archipelago. But then, how had he ended up here? 

The last thing Harry had known, he had been drowning and the ship had been far enough from land to have made washing up on some beach nearly impossible.

“Oh good,” came the sound of an unfamiliar voice. “You were out so long I was starting to wonder if I hadn’t gotten to you in time.”

Harry wheeled around at the sound of the stranger’s voice, eyes widening as he locked eyes with the most attractive guy he’d ever seen. The stranger was laying in the water on his stomach with his chin propped up on his hands, seemingly undisturbed by the freezing temperature of the water as waves crashed up over the bare skin of his back and shoulders. Harry forced himself not to linger on the stranger’s shirtlessness, instead shifting his attention to the damp waves of thick (h/c) hair falling over captivating (e/c) eyes and the alluring smile he was being offered.

Harry swallowed sharply, suddenly struggling to remember how speaking worked, “You? You were the one who saved me?”

The (h/c) nodded, shoulders straightening proudly, “Yeah, I was swimming nearby and saw you fall off your ship.” He ducked his head, looking almost abashed, “My sisters told me that it was what you deserved, but I didn’t agree so I dove after you.” 

“Your family wanted you to let me drown…?” Harry wasn’t exactly sure what sort of people would want to let someone drown, but he had the distinct impression that he probably wouldn’t like his savior’s family.

He shrugged, rolling over onto his back so he could look up at the sky, “Wouldn’t be the first time. It’s kind of what we do.” At the baffled look on Harry’s face, the (h/c) let out a huff. Harry watched as the stranger shifted his weight back onto his shoulders a little, using the new leverage to lift his legs out of the water.

Except it wasn’t legs that emerged from the frothing waves. No, instead, the (h/c) lifted a huge, gleaming caudal fin from its previous place hidden under the water, droplets and rivulets trailing down the length of the tail toward where it merged with his torso. 

At first glance, Harry had assumed he was just one of the merpeople that lingered in Mermaid Lagoon, but he quickly noticed the distinctive differences. Merpeople had beautiful, elegant tails that came in a rainbow of shades more appropriate to showing off than for use in hunting. Sirens on the other hand? They were made to kill and one good look at the (h/c)’s tail had Harry convinced that he knew what he was dealing with.

His scales shone a brilliant emerald color and the myriad of colors that made up the caudal fin nearly camouflaged the set of poisonous spines hiding along the length of the fin. Harry knew, even without seeing it, that a similar set could be found along the shorter fin that trailed up the back of the tail.

After all, sirens were deadly even without their captivating songs.

Harry scrambled back at the sight, pushing himself further up the beach in an effort to get away from the creature.

The (h/c) let out a disappointed huff, letting his tail drop back against the water with a loud slapping sound. He dropped his head back against the sand, but Harry knew he was still under observation. “You realize that if I were going to make a meal of you, I would have done it by now, right? I had the perfect opportunity before. Y’know, when you were drowning?” He sighed as Harry made no move to relax, eventually pushing himself further into the water and slipping off below the waves.

Harry knew that even with the siren out of sight, it still posed a massive threat. He wasn’t sure exactly how long it would take for the crew to find him, if they ever did, so his first priority needed to be securing himself a shelter. He wasn’t sure how large the island really was, but he decided that he would rather make his camp near the beach than in the thick jungle that loomed beyond the welcoming white sands. He’d just have to make sure to take some precautions to ensure that his silver-tongued visitor would not be visiting unexpectedly.

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It took him several hours to set up a shelter that he deemed secure enough, and several more to find enough rocks to serve as a sort of barrier. He spent the rest of the day arranging the stones in rows three or four deep around the sea-facing edge of his camp, the most jagged edges facing the water. He knew that rocks alone would do little against a siren, but it made him feel better to think that if the creature wanted him dead enough to drag itself out of the water after him, it’d at least have to risk injuring itself.

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When Harry awoke the next morning to find the siren lounging in the same spot as it had been yesterday glaring reproachfully at his meager stone barrier, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction.

The (h/c) turned to look at him as he emerged from his shelter, (e/c) eyes glinting oddly in the light. “What’s this for?”

“To keep you away from me,” Harry replied evenly, crossing his arms over his chest.

The siren rolled his eyes grumpily, dragging a claw-tipped finger along the edge of one of the rocks, “And here I was going to offer to take you back to the other humans once you were healed.”

Harry let out a bitter laugh, “And get back in the water with a siren? Not a chance.”

“Good luck meeting back up with your family then,” the siren retorted, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “There are not many boats that come this far. There are too many of us up here.”

Harry’s eyes widened; if the siren was telling the truth, then he really was on his own. There would be no chance of rescue if he was deep in siren territory. He swore at the realization, hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Why should I believe you?”

The (h/c) shrugged, pushing himself to sit up further to watch the waves come rolling in, “I have no reason to lie. Because of you, I have no family to go home to. No one to protect but myself.”

The brunet was confused. “Because of me? What did I do?”

“I saved you,” the (h/c) replied simply. “They saw that as a betrayal. Thought that I was putting a stranger above the wellbeing of the pod and decided to cast me out.” He smiled wryly, eyes fixed on the horizon, “I have no one but you now.”

The siren’s honesty had Harry feeling a little guilty about his earlier hostility. And the (h/c) had a point when he said that he could’ve just let him drown, but instead he’d tried to save him and he was offering to take him back to the ship as soon as he was better.

Harry took a deep breath as he made his way closer to the siren, kicking a few of the stones out of the way as he approached. The (h/c) looked stunned by his change in attitude, but he chose to remain silent even as the brunet sat down beside him. “My mom died when I was little,” he started slowly, azure eyes fixed far past the boy beside him. “She’d gone out on the ship with my dad and his crew and when they came back she was gone along with almost half of the crew.” The breath he took was shaky and Harry felt like he didn’t have nearly enough air in his lungs to continue, “My dad says it was sirens; they were lured off of the ship by their singing and drowned.”

The siren’s (e/c) eyes were wide as he looked back at Harry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Harry replied slowly, “I just wanted you to understand why it’s hard for me to trust you.”

“That makes sense,” his companion nodded, the end of his tail flicking and creating a mess of tiny waves that washed up over Harry’s feet and wet the ends of his pants. “You can call me (M/N), by the way.’

“The name’s Harry,” the brunet replied, watching the light dance off his new friend’s scales hypnotically. His lips quirked up as he realized that being trapped here with him until he had recovered may not be so bad after all.

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Hands Off

Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Prompt: could i request one with steve rogers where tony stark comments on your body and flirts with you to no end but you’re dating steve and he gets all jealous and protective of you 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💖

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist 

Being in a relationship with someone as perfect as Steve, you knew that there was going to be times where the familiar green eyed monster would rear it’s ugly head but you had been foolish to assume you would be the one struggling with jealousy in your relationship. You were a very attractive woman, despite how you saw yourself, a lot of guys wished they could take Steve’s place at your side. One of those men being a certain genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, or better known as Tony Stark. 

The man was either completely unaware of your relationship status or he just didn’t care. The flirting had started small, mere compliments that would be normal to give to a friend or coworker without it being weird. He would say something nice about your hair or your outfit or your work and move on with his day. Sometimes you thought you were at fault for ‘encouraging’ him, all you did was thank him but maybe that was enough for Tony to think you were interested in something more. 

The flirting got worse over time, more crude and sexual but you still didn’t really think it was a big problem. This was Tony Stark, surely he does this to every living woman that walks near him. You’d tried to bring up the fact you have a boyfriend but Tony didn’t believe you, “Come on (Y/N), you expect me to believe the hundred year old virgin bagged a chick as hot as you?” You wouldn’t do much but roll your eyes at him and continue working. You worked in the tower as Bruce’s assistant, which meant you were constantly distracted and annoyed by the persistent womanizer of the building. 

You had told Steve about Tony’s flirting but it just so happened that Tony’s and Steve’s schedules always had them far away from each other so Steve never had an opportunity to confront his teammate about this issue. Steve had laughed when you told him, thinking it was just classic Tony sass, not realising that the man had no idea you two were together. While Steve pretended it was fine, he couldn’t help but let himself get distracted during missions, wondering if Tony was hitting on you that very moment and there was nothing he could do to stop it. But he was being ridiculous right? Tony wouldn’t go for his girl, would he? 

You were stood looking down at your desk, analyzing some results sheets for an experiment you were collaborating with Bruce on. It had been a pretty dull and tedious day up until the lab doors opened and in walked the last person you wanted to see today. Tony caught sight of you before you had time to find a place to hide to avoid him. He strolled over to your station, “Hey beautiful, I did come looking for the jolly green giant but instead I found something much sexier to look at.” It was now a force of habit to roll your eyes at anything that came out of Tony’s mouth. Scoffing, you replied, “Oh please, when are you going to learn that I’m not interested.” 

Tony grinned but moved away to give you space, “Yes yes, you have a boyfriend,” he used his fingers to mimic quotation marks as he said the word ‘boyfriend’, still stuck on his theory that you were still single and available. You sighed in annoyance but perked up when Bruce walked through the lab doors, Tony always backed off a little when Bruce was around, thank god. Tony swung his arms by his side, “Say, why don’t you bring him to the party tonight. If he’s a no go, I know that’s you telling me you’re finally giving into my charms.” Bruce walked closer so Tony leaned in to whisper, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t wear any underwear.” He turned and walked over to Bruce too fast to be able to see the disgusted look on your face. 

How could he be so delusional to think that you were interested in him. The only man you had eyes for was Steve and no one else was going to change that. You had arrived home later that night in a huff, you really didn’t want to go to that party but you definitely didn’t want to give Tony the wrong impression and make things ten times worse for yourself. Steve seemed to sense your frustration the moment you walked through the door and walked out from his seat in the living room to pull you into his arms as you stood in the hallway. You let out a sigh as you wrapped your arms around Steve’s back. 

“Hard day at work, doll?” Just hearing Steve’s voice was enough to calm you down. You mumbled a noise of agreement as best you could with your face smushed against Steve’s chest. He laid his head on top of yours, “Is there anything I can do to help?” You pulled away to look up at Steve, “Will you go to a party with me so Tony will stop flirting with me?” You didn’t see the way Steve’s jaw clenched when you said Tony’s name, “Of course I will doll.” You smiled as you headed to your bedroom to find a dress you wanted to wear tonight. In the scenario you played out in your head, it took a lot more convincing to get Steve to be your date. Steve was more a sit at home and read a good book kind of guy most nights, only really going to events if he was required to attend or if he was bored. 

Steve watched you rummage through your closet to try and find a nice dress to wear for the party. Even though you didn’t want Tony’s attention, you still wanted to look good for yourself and for Steve. After a few minutes, you found the dress you were looking for and laid it out on the bed to look for a matching pair of heels to go with it. The dress was a long sleeved, off the shoulder maxi dress with a long spit down the left side  that went up to the top of your thigh. It had ruffles along the hem at the top, covering the outline of your chest but making it look even more seductive at the same time. It was a deep burgundy colour and you paired it with some black platform heels. You didn’t wear heels that often, but when you did, you felt sexy and confident. 

Once you were done getting ready for the party, you checked yourself out in the mirror and you couldn’t resist checking yourself out. Steve had his eyes on your from the other side of the room as well, approaching you from behind to wrap his arms around your waist. He placed a soft kiss on your exposed neck, “You look gorgeous, doll. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself all night.” You grinned and bit your lip, turning around in Steve’s arms to face him, placing your arms around his neck, looking him up and down, “I don’t think you’ll be the only one.” Steve always looked good but when he dressed up, it really made you wonder how you managed to convince the Captain American to be yours. 

If you hadn’t already been late to arrive at the party, you were sure you would’ve been tempted to have a quickie before heading out. Unfortunately, just as you leaned in for a kiss, you got a notification from Happy, letting you know that he was outside and Tony sent him to pick you up. You held back a groan, not wanting to concern Steve and walked downstairs with him to get into the black limousine. You sighed, it was clear that Tony didn’t know the meaning of the word subtle. Steve held the door open for you so you could get inside and took the opportunity to glance at your behind as you had to bend over to crawl inside, holding up the bottom of your dress so it didn’t get ruined. It was a short drive to Stark Tower and quiet. You and Steve felt comfortable enough being just in each other’s presence without needing to fill the silence with conversation. You knew each other’s mannerisms to know that you were both excited for the night ahead. You were looking forward to the look on Tony’s face when you rocked up with your boyfriend. 

Once you got inside, Steve gently tapped on your arm, “I’m gonna head over to the men’s room, I’ll be right back okay?” You nodded and walked over to the bar that was next to the elevator, ordering yourself a cocktail and a beer for Steve. It didn’t really matter what you got Steve, he didn’t even get tipsy unless he was given some of Thor’s alcohol from Asgard and it seemed the blonde god wasn’t around tonight to get your boyfriend drunk. Due to your back facing the rest of the room, you weren’t able to see a certain billionaire making his way towards you. Tony smirked as he placed his hands on your hips and pressed himself against you, “I don’t see a date.” At first, you thought Steve had come back from the bathroom but then Tony spoke and you froze. You pushed your elbow back into his stomach to try and force him off of you but he didn’t budge, “Get off me.” You didn’t want to cause a scene but already people were starting to look your way and you felt embarrassed. 

Tony laughed, “Oh come on (Y/N), we both know you want me.” Just as you felt Tony move closer against you, he was suddenly ripped away from you and you heard a crash and a grunt of pain, followed by “Get your hands off my girl!” You quickly turned around to see Steve standing over Tony who was lying on the ground with glass all around him. You looked at Steve and breathed heavily, still processing what happened. Steve looked at you before holding out his hand. You eagerly grabbed it and let yourself be pulled closer to him, being pulled down the hallway to the elevator, indicating that you were leaving already, not that you minded. You said nothing in the elevator, not really knowing what to say. You didn’t really have to say anything when Steve pressed you against the wall and pressed a rough kiss against your lips. You gasped and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You pulled away to catch your breath, gasping softly. Steve put his hands on your hips, where Tony’s had been moments before, “He shouldn’t have touched you.” 

Steve’s voice was low and deeper than normal, it made you feel tingly and sent a shiver down your spine. You looked him in the eyes, “That’s right, because I’m yours and only yours.” Those words struck something in Steve and he pressed the emergency stop button before picking you up and pressing you hard against the wall, wrapping your legs around his hips. Your hands gripped his hair and the back of his shirt, trying to pull him closer to you as your lips connected a second time. Your hands moved to start to unbutton Steve’s shirt when the elevator started moving once more, “Apologies Miss (Y/L/N) and Captain Rogers, but as it is not an emergency situation, the elevator must be kept available for use.” You groaned and hit your head against the wall, you couldn’t believe you were getting cock blocked by a robot. Steve chuckled against your neck as he set you down, “Guess we’ll have to wait until we get home, doll.” 

. . .

The next morning when you walked into work, you were very worried that you were going to be dragged out onto the street without a job anymore, but that didn’t seem to be the case, your ID badge was still accessing entrance to your work station. When you arrived at the lab, you jumped as you saw Tony sitting on the edge of your desk silently. He looked up at you and raised his hands up, “I surrender, you tried to tell me and I didn’t listen. I apologize, truce?” You glared at him, looking down at his outstretched hand back to his face. You were unsure about this but reached out to shake his hand, “Okay, truce.” As you leaned forward a little, the collar of your lab coat fell and showed the top of a hickey on your neck. Tony grinned to himself, “Didn’t know Captain Underpants doubled as a vampire.” He left and you quickly covered your neck with your hand, rushing over to a mirror to check it out, not realising it was there. You softly bit your lip as you remembered last night and suddenly it didn’t matter anymore. 

[sotangledupinit]

Listen, I don’t think we as a society talk about the fact that Killian gave up his revenge to save Henry (and I kind of think he did it in memory of Neal so).

Like hear me out with this and I’m not sure how much of this makes sense but it does, trust me.

So like the season two finale really focuses on Killian’s relationship with Neal when he was just a boy and still Baelfire. He was Milah’s son and Killian’s first chance at a family. (This could be a headcanon or fanon or whatever but I think it was pretty obvious that despite how blinded by revenge he was, he still regretted what he did to Bae in Neverland. Anyway.)

I don’t think the guilt of his past actions with Baelfire weigh as heavily on Killian as they do when Emma reveals that, not only is he Henry’s father but, he is also now dead. Killian’s plan by then is already in motion -- he already took the bean out of the bag and decided to take his ship and leave. 

It is Baelfire that is the reason Killian turns back. He feels full-force the regret of what he did in leaving Baelfire and he decides that he won’t do that to Emma; he will not leave her to die or at the hands of some evil force like he’s already done and regretted in the past. So he makes his first step in being a better man and turns around. It’s something he should have done for Baelfire, it’s something Milah and Liam would be proud of him for. Emma reminded him of what it means to do something good that would benefit more than just himself.

Killian turns back with good intentions and, luckily for him, the town didn’t blow up and they didn’t need the magic bean. However, he quickly finds out that Henry -- Baelfire’s son, Milah’s grandson -- has been kidnapped. He immediately offers his ship and his services without a second to think when Emma tells him what happened.

Rumple goes, “So, you done trying to kill me?”

Killian replies, “I believe so.”

Killian puts aside his thirst for revenge, his desire to see the Dark One suffer for all the pain he’s caused him, so that they can save Henry. They are literally standing on the deck of The Jolly Roger, where Rumple once begged for his wife back, and later right where Rumple crushed Milah’s heart and took his hand. It’s so poetic that Killian states then and there that he’s done trying to kill him, atop the scene of the crime where he vowed to find a way to destroy him and avenge Milah!

Instead, he gives this all up, offers his ship and services, to save Henry, a boy he hasn’t even met before this. But the boy is special because he is everything he loves (and is beginning to love) -- Milah, Baelfire, and Emma. 

I truly think him being Baelfire’s son is what sealed the deal. Baelfire found himself ripped from his world and without his family and then betrayed by a man he began to care for and Killian, fully regretting how his last encounter with Baelfire went down, decides he is going to do everything to save Henry in the way he couldn’t save Bae.

And I just love that.