#okay but pirate king threads?? yes pls

[glittersgcld]

📷 + Sam Heughan

Ivar Blackstone / 41 / Human / Dom / Heterosexual / The Pirate King

With a love for the open sea and a brutal edge, piracy came easy to Ivar. He spent years working his way up through the ranks of various ships until he found the one he called family. Ivar and his loyal crew quickly made a name for themselves as the most fearsome crew on the seas. Eventually, they found an abandoned island and claimed it for themselves and other pirates who agreed to bend the knee and pay taxes to his crew. Now, he's a king in his own way, sailing the seas and claiming whatever he likes for himself.

[hayjeon]

Union (ft. Taehyung) | part 2

→ arrangedmarriage!au between werewolf!taehyung and wolfhunter!reader → (2.4k) part 1 | 02 | tbd

a/n: changing this series’ name to union instead of Scream if you want to! 

during quarantine, i’ll do my best to update more often! this is from a request I got in my inbox, so feel free to remind me of some au’s i have in my masterlist that you enjoyed and would like to see more of! (pls fyi that some stories in my ml have been discontinued and have been marked as such, so pls don’t request those!) 

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed. The covers have been strewn off and there’s a clear dent in the mattress where he’d slept. Contrary to him, you’d spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep with the thought of spending eternity with him, and had only gotten a few hours when the sun begin to rise. 

You sigh, casting off the covers of yourself as you call for a maid and some proper clothing, this time. “And when I’m finished dressing, have the closets stocked with proper dresses and underskirts. Get rid of all those flimsy slips and lingerie.” 

Her eyes widen at that, but she doesn’t question you and nods. “Would you like me to pack some of them into your luggage however, Your Highness?” 

You turn and frown. “My luggage?” 

She nods, “Have you not read the letter I placed on your nightstand, Your Highness? The Emperor of the Nightlands is holding a wedding in a week. The Dowager King and Queen have arranged for you and the King to attend the wedding, and to make it promptly, both you and the King must leave tonight.” 

Of course. Your parents were too weak and old to make the trip on their own for a week. It was your duty to attend. You’d probably missed the envelope in the craze of the wedding details. You close your eyes as the tears of frustration threaten to come back up. 

“No, just pack my regular dresses and my essentials. I’ll do the rest myself.” 

“Yes, your highness.” She continues to help you do your hair. “You can just call me y/n,” you say, but she just gives you a smile and continues to work in silence.

“Does he know?” 

She meets your eyes in the mirror. “The King?” 

At your nod, she gives a tight-lipped smile, as she threads more pins into your hair. “Yes, your highness. He woke up in the early morning to prepare the horses and the details of the boat that will take you both to your destination. Isn’t that so sweet?” 

You don’t answer her. Sweet? You had to make sure to see the carriage and the boat for yourself. There was only one condition that you would board either of those two things. If he and you had separate quarters. 

“I thought I was clear that I wanted separate quarters,” you hiss at him so only he can hear. You place a hand on his arm to make it look like nice banter to the maids and other guards who were watching the both of you. 

He gives you a blank stare, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I tried my best, your majesty, but this is the royal carriage that your parents had insisted on. Now laugh as if I said something funny.” 

You mutter, “as if,” but you still throw your head back and hide your fake smile behind a hand as you let out a giggle loud enough for your surrounding courts to hear. He matches the sentiment with a lop-sided grin that doesn’t match the dark look in his eyes. 

He holds a hand out to you. “Shall we, my queen?” 

You turn and wave to the court, the maids, the guards, and all the townspeople who’d gathered to see you both off onto your first event as their King and Queen. You turn back to Taehyung and place your hand in his, “Of course, my King.” 

He helps you up the steps into the waiting carriage, and you take a seat as Taehyung closes the doors behind you both and gives a final farewell to the crowd. He joins you in the carriage across from you, and you cross your arms, now in the privacy of the curtain-drawn carriage. 

“How long is this journey? Your Kingdom is closeby.”

He draws the curtains a bit and stares outside. “4 days by boat, and 3 days by carriage when we arrive.” 

Your eyes widen. “An entire week?!” 

He turns to you, the curtains flicking back closed. Crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat, he settles his gaze on you. “Why, princess, have you not traveled by boat for that long? Are you afraid?”

When you don’t respond, he leans forward with his elbows on his knees, crowding your space. “Are you scared of what lies beyond the borders of your perfect little country? Your hunters may have kept your lands nice and tidy until now, but beyond this place, lies the reality. Wolves, for instance. And vampires, witches, sirens, pirates,” he sneers, his lips twitching up mischievously at the look of horror on your face, “they all exist. And they hate hunters.” 

You press your lips together, trying not to stutter. “I have encountered a few of them in my training. Do you think my father would have appointed me as queen had I not been familiar with the other species that inhabit this world? I have read countless books and reports on these other species. I might know them better than you do.” 

Catching your bluff, he scoffs, leaning back again and cocking his head at you. The smile still remains, making you even more angry. “Do you think your books and tutors will save you when the sirens start ripping our boat to shreds? Or when the witches begin to tear you apart, piece by piece? Or when the vampires sneak into your bedroom at night to suck your blood until you’re dry? No,” he laughs, “experience, my dear princess, is what wins the battle.”

He stands, opening the carriage door and stepping out to join the coachman. He turns back, giving you a grin that reminds you of what he said last night. His voice dips low and drips with the double entendre of his words. “And I have plenty of it.” 

You shut the door in his face. 

The journey from your castle to your kingdom’s docks isn’t quick, as your kingdom had been built with your castle as its center, far away from any attack from sea or land. Thankfully, Taehyung continues to have a conversation with the coachman, and you’re able to catch up on the sleep that you’d missed the night before. 

You’re rudely awakened by the carriage coming to a complete stop, and you almost tumble out of your seat as you adjust your dress and peek out the curtain. You already see a crowd of people gathered at the dock, and a huge wooden boat awaiting you and the King. Gathering your wits, you take a deep breath, and step out of the carriage. 

Immediately, children run unabashedly up to you, jumping up and down at the opportunity to meet their Queen in person, and they hand you little trinkets and candy as they laugh and run around you. You see in the corner of your eye that Taehyung stands awkwardly off to the side, warily eyeing the villagers, and in turn, they give him suspicious glares. 

You sigh. You knew this would happen. People in the countryside were less happy about this merger between the hunters and the wolves, and were a bit old-fashioned in their ways of thinking. Of course they’d be less inclined to warm up to a wolf, much less the King. 

This was your duty. This was why you’d been married off. To unite the two species. You turn, plastering on a smile and holding out your hand to Taehyung. He meets your eyes confusedly, questioning your intentions. You just nod slightly and open your hand up to him, and he hesitantly takes a few steps towards you and the children, and places his larger hand in yours. 

When he approaches, some of the children warily step back, eyeing the Wolf King and his rugged looks. His features were sharp and intimidating, and most of your hunters weren’t used to that. You give your best smile and squat in front of one child who seems a bit scared, motioning for Taehyung to do the same. 

“Hello, whats your name?” You say smoothly, holding out your other hand to the child.

He’s tiny, probably no more than three or four years old. His cheeks are full, however, and his eyes are bright. It was probably his first time meeting anyone from royalty, and therefore anyone other than the hunter species. 

“I’m Jaehong!” He says excitedly, bouncing up and down. 

“Hello Jaehong, I’m y/n,” you say, and turning slightly to Taehyung, you say, “And this is Taehyung, my husband.” 

The little boy warily eyes Taehyung. He leans in to whisper loudly “My mommy says that wolves are scary creatures. Is that true?” 

You let out a little laugh, and you see how Taehyung shifts under the discomfort of not knowing what to do. It’s amusing, as the confident, cunning man becomes awkward and meek under the wary gazes of your townspeople and this three-year-old child. 

“No, Jaehong, that’s old-fashioned. Your mommy may have been told that by her parents a long time ago, but times have changed. This man is now the King, and he is a great person.” You take their hands, turning Taehyung’s large palm up and placing Jaehong’s little one in it. “See? He’s human, warm-blooded and soft like me.” 

Taehyung gives a small smile to the boy, and Jaehong carefully studies the way his hand fits in Taehyung’s before breaking out in to a wide smile. “Okay,” he says, “Nice wolf,” he steps forward and places his other hand on Taehyung’s cheek. 

The crowd gasps at the sight. Wolves were known to be aggressive and territorial in nature, and any wolf wouldn’t have taken it kindly to a hunter touching its face. But Taehyung just smiles, leaning into the touch and ruffles Jaehong’s hair. “Yes, I am a nice wolf,” he laughs, and the crowd visibly relaxes and murmurs break out. Some of the children re-emerge from behind their mothers and eye the two curiously, as you stand and wave to your townspeople. 

“Thank you, everyone, for coming. We will see you in a couple of weeks, as it takes one entire week to make the trip there alone. We wish you well!” 

The crowd waves and calls out their goodbyes as you and Taehyung board the ship. You notice that Taehyung gives Jaehong one last goofy smile and pat on the head before joining you onto the plank. He has an olive’s branch in his hair. 

The lack of separate quarters on the boat also gives you a headache, but you decide to not speak of it, and Taehyung seems to do the same. In fact, he seems a bit more quieter than usual, using his fork to push around the food on his plate as he stares at the olive branch that the boy had placed behind his ear. 

You glance at him. Was he upset over the interaction on the dock? That you’d forced him to be subjected to the touch of a hunter without his permission? You bit your lip, regretting what you did. You shouldn’t have touched him, shouldn’t have introduced him, and should have just let him deal with it on his own. Wolves were independent by nature, and only chose to depend on others when needed. 

Before you can say anything, Taehyung speaks up from across the table. 

“Thank you.” 

You gawk, almost choking on the spoonful of food you were chewing on. You gulp down some wine as Taehyung gives you a bored look.

“What?” You cough out, wincing at the scratch in your throat. 

“I said, thank you. For what happened back at the dock.” 

You frown at him. “Why?” You blurt out.

He just stares at his food. “I...didn’t know how to approach them. I can only imagine how they as your people feel about me. Their precious princess, married off to some wolf, the King of the species that had been known to terrorize and kill yours.” 

You soften. “You know that the feud between our species was a misunderstanding. There is no one to blame. Our people have also given your species reason to fear and hide. We are none the more innocent.”

He takes a sip of his wine, nodding thoughtfully. “Even then, I wouldn’t have been able to experience that without your help. I now see the merit behind this union.” 

“What do you mean? The reason for our marriage?” 

He nods, twirling the olive branch in his fingers. 

“I fought against it, you know. The merger. I did not think it would be possible, a union between our species. We were doomed to fight and wage war with each other from the beginning of time. I thought there would be no way to make this union work, much less convince our people to do the same, either.” 

He stops twirling the branch, and meets your gaze. “But seeing how you managed to get an entire town’s approval, it makes me think of the wisdom behind our father’s choices.” 

You set down your fork. “I believe that it is necessary.” 

He quirks a brow. “Necessary?” 

You nod, “It is our duty to unite our people. Our species would not survive if we did not unite. We’d continue hunting your species, and your species would continue killing us in retaliation. There would have been no end. Our father’s choices were diplomatic and wise, not thinking of themselves and the difficulties it would take to get there, but rather investing in a brighter future ahead of us. And we should be doing the same. It will always be our duty as King and Queen.” 

Taehyung’s gaze darkens at that a bit. “So this marriage is nothing but out of necessity, out of duty, for you? So that feat that you put on at the docks,” he stares down at his palm before bitterly staring back at you, “was all for show? For necessity and duty? How can you be so cold?” His voice turns icy at that, and you frown. 

“Is it not duty for you?” You snap back. “Don’t think that I am ignorant to what was going on in your Kingdom when you agreed to marry me. I know that in order to become King, you had to have some sort of advantage against your elder brother. Is that not the reason why you agreed to this? To marry a hunter, in order to take the throne? Don’t pretend like this is some selfless act of passion for you.” 

He stands, the chair scraping loudly. His jaw is set in an angry hardness, and you half expect for him to begin throwing insults or yelling at you, but he just gives you a hard glare before stalking off in the direction of your shared room. 

You curse when he slams the door. You’d planned to get there first, but now he’d ruined everything.