#this was the moment that sold me on her as cata

[niuxita21]

This show is a comedy actually

[earthlostgirl]

The arrow of the sea.

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September 1630.

Tortuga

September 1630.

Tortuga

Elisabeth Hawkeye was dead. Riza Swallow looked like her, but they weren't the same person. It had been two years since she woke up in that hut and could still remember the pain of her wounds and the pain of her heart. Because she would not forget what she heard. What she told, everything she had lost. Her home, her life, her family, her beloved Old Will. Who had raised her, had taught her to read and write, to navigate and steer, to read the wind and maps. The man who told her stories of mermaids and lost civilizations. Who was more of a father than Berthol ever was. She had loved him very much, and his loss was one more notch in her battered heart. It took her a couple of weeks to recover, they had been really fortunate. Maes had taken care of them and had protected them in a moment when they were vulnerable. That guy was a good man, and they weren't plenty. Roy didn't realize it, because he was another big-hearted idiot. But anyone in Hughes' position had sold out their secret to the first pirate who took him on board.

Deep in her heart she felt sorry for corrupting such a noble soul. He wanted to be a pirate, but he wasn't only kind. He was intelligent, an exceptional strategist. The kind of fellow you want on your team, it was he who thought that she should change her wasn't safe anymore and since the demise of his former crew and the capturing of the Arrow. The tales about his father's hidden treasure had grown to the point of touching the ridiculous.

She chose swallow because that's what Will called her and it was a good way to honour his memory. and Riza was a diminutive of her name in some places in Amestris.

There were the three of them, without money and with a lot of plans, because she had gone falling along with a couple of hopeless dreamers. She needed to be more realistic, clinging to reality to feel safe. The three of them went to the port every morning until they were shipped. Any job was worth to them, whatever for a penny. But she was never hired, no one wanted women on their ships. That made her furious, she spent a long time alone in the bloody cabin, which brought her nightmares, meanwhile they were at sea. It was Maes who introduced her to Mama Midnight.

Mama Midnight was an old black lady; she was big, with huge and expressive dark eyes. She always wore her hair covered with headscarves and always wore bright colours, she was intelligent, hard, kind and her house was always open to anyone who needed her help, she had been a slave, she was ripped from her native land for working in the new world, people told stories about her, thousands of stories, they said she killed her masters, that she cursed them and condemned them to farm their own land for eternity, as living dead.

She knew how to survive, life had taught her by beating and yet she was generous and kind, a benefactor. She was the queen of Tortuga, the protector, she ruled a small theater in which the plays that Crown banned were represented. She knew quite well the people with money would pay a lot of cash to see the forbidden plays. if they took the risk to travel to the dangerous island and she would take advantage of it. So, she got the money that she needed, because she took care of all the women who walked by her house. gave them work, a home, fed them, dressed them, taught them to fight, to defend themselves. She also taught them to take care of each other, generating a chain of sorority, of sisterhood. In which all of them felt protected and surrounded by their sisters. All of this to ensure no girl was forced to sell her body to fill her belly. The women who came to Tortuga were running away from their boring and corseted lives on the other side of the world. And she wasn't going to allow prostitution was the price they had to pay for their freedom. They weren't going to leave one life of servitude for another. There were whores in Tortuga, as everywhere else, just that they claimed their weight in gold. Literally. Mama Midnight was also a witch, a voodoo practician or so she said to all those who came to her in search of good luck in their journey. Or curses for their enemies.

The only problem is she hated the theater, or rather she hated exposing herself to the public. So she did what she could scrub, sew, teach the girls how to fight anything. But she wanted to sail, the land dried her soul. She could handle the boat better than the damn fishermen of Tortuga. Then the filibusters that docked in its port. She did not resign herself to giving up, whenever she came to the port looking for someone to board her. She tried several times, dressed as a man waiting for the luck to be on her side. On one occasion he sailed in a small boat that transported tobacco between the colonies. She felt full of life, no matter how hard the work she was given. Until a seaman discovered that she was a woman and tried to abuse her. She took out one of his eyes and cut off his hand defending herself from his attack. but the captain locked her up, blaming her for the simple fact of being a woman. On another occasion, shortly after sailing, she was discovered again and thrown overboard and she had to swim back to shore. This time she had been on a fishing boat and again she had been caught, locked in the hold, forced to clean her guts. She walked into Mama's house stinking, covered in shit and very, very tired. Mama looked at her from top to bottom and without saying a word shook her head in a reproachful gesture. Catalina, who was chattering at the bar, went up to the room behind her.

"Another rough trip, Riza?" she asked worried as she helped her in heating water for the bathtub.

"What do you think,?" she said, taking off the stinking layers of dirty clothes and throwing them in a basin.

"I think you're crazy; that's what I think," she replied with a disgusted face, taking the basin out of the room into the inner courtyard to keep that horrible smell away from the room.

Riza filled the bathtub with hot water and undressed to get inside. Quickly Catalina came back to her side and began to search in a small box, next to her bed.

"Here, you're going to enjoy it; I've done it myself," she said, giving her a bar of soap. "It's made with bayahiba roses and lemons."

"You're an artist, Catalina, it smells amazing," she said, bringing it up to her nose. "But I'm going to ruin it,"

"I can do more, don't worry," she replied pouring a pitcher of hot water over her head. "God, you stink, Riza."

"I know, I've got dirt and grime all over every corner of my body," she replied, rubbing her skin with an old twisted rag. "Besides, I have so many sores that I can barely move my arms, I'm exhausted, they caught me again..."

"Didn't you think about not risking your life?" her friend asked annoyed, throwing herself on the pillows.

"I can't live without the sea, Cata," she replied, rubbing her skin hard.

"You can't live if they kill you," she retorted very angrily.

"I know," she hugged her knees and rested her head on them."But...I just want to sail. I know it's hard to understand, but it makes me happy. It makes me feel free, the breeze Cata, surfing the waves. I don't have words to describe that feeling. It's better than an orgasm...It's so unfair I feel like crying."she sighed frustrated, stretching like a cat.

She washed her hair with the soap that her friend had given to her. And she felt clean, fresh and happy for the first time in weeks.

"I just want you to take care," grumbled her friend passing her a clean towel that she had been warming by the brazier.

"I really wanted to get this dirt off of me," she said, taking the towel and wrapping it around her body. " Now I need a good fuck or a good drunk."

"Well, I know a place where we can do both," she exclaimed snapping her fingers. "Come on baby, get dressed and let's go."

...

May 1633 Mama's Theater.

She was in the middle of a dress test. The tailor measured her in a red dress, in which she found it hard to was an incredible outfit, with a stunning neckline, a lace on the back and a voluminous skirt. The colour was gorgeous, and the fabric was soft and nice to the touch. It was almost a piece of art, very unlike anything she would have chosen. Comfort first of all, to be able to fight, to run away if it was necessary, to climb the ratchet stick, to dance...But a small part of her loved wearing that kind of dress.

The corset squeezed her ribs, but the sizes had to be taken this way, so any of the girls could put it on. The play was a mockery of Palace life, representing gossip and disappointments, skittles, betrayals and romances. Mama was very exigent with the wardrobe.

When the door slammed open, Roy ran towards her.

"Riza, we've got it!" he shouted exultantly, holding her hand without giving her time to react. "Come on, run!"

"Where are we going?" she asked in confusion. "I have to change.

"There's no time," he was so excited that he couldn't hear her. He just laughed, they ran through the troubled streets. Until they reached the harbor and stopped in front of an old fishing boat with two masts and squared sails."It's ours, at last," he proudly said pointing to the ship.

He looked at her with an enormous smile that made him look much younger than he was. They entered the boat and without letting go of her hand. He showed one by one all the rooms of the boat, it still had the smell of fish and was cracked. It had leaks and needed a hand of paint as a matter of urgency. Roy wouldn't stop chattering about all the arrangements he wanted to make. Where he would place all the stuff. How the he wanted the bow mark. How their life was going to be from now on.

They arrived in a large room, with a desk, an old brown leather sofa and a bed.

"And this is the captain's cabin, but you can have it, I can share a room with the crew and...,"

She had to contain the desire to laugh. So she kissed him, passed her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. He was incapable to respond, until he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him.

"You can't leave me your cabin," she whispered when they split up. "You don't just have to be a captain; you have to look like one."

She smiled for a second before kissing him again. And then she was aware of how long she had wanted to do that, to be in his arms, to touch him, to kiss him, to feel his warm breath on her cheeks.

"Liz..." whispered a few inches from her lips without opening her eyes, gripping her against him.

"You shouldn't call me that." she muttered, leaning her head against his forehead.

"We are alone," he answered, running with his fingers through the ribbons in her back, drawing with his hands the curves of her body.

"You know, cabin boy, I've been waiting a long time for you to touch me like this," she declared, biting her lips as she pulled his hair.

"You could have given me clearer signals..." he said, crossing his arms behind her back. "You're uneasy to read."

She laughed and kissed him again. Put her fingers through his hair, stroked his neck, covering his jaw with small kisses bit the lobe of his ear and he let out a little groan.

He didn't let her go. He was biting her neck, running through her body nearly frantic. He pressed her tight against him. He didn't even want the air to pass between them. He crept with her to the bed and fell backwards. Riza sat astride on him and leaned over as she unbuttoned his shirt and the small heart-shaped necklace slipped from her neck.

"I can't believe you keep this trinket," he said as he saw it. "I have found better gold in the guts of cod, besides that stone is false."

"You have no ideas of precious things, cabin boy, this is not a jewel, it is the promise of a dreamer," she whispered holding the necklace in her hands. "I've never had a better jewel."

He sighed in surrender and holding her by the waist gently sat her on the bed.

"This place is horrible, it smells like fish," he mumbled, pulling her hair away from her face.

"I'm not a princess," she replied, biting on his neck.

"You look like one in that dress and you smell the same," he kissed her cheek with a gentle smile and put his mouth to her ear."Listen, there's nobody in the cabin and it's clean, let's go there Okay?"

"Okay"

They walked by the hand to the beach; his hand gave off a nice feeling of warmth and every step that gave increase her desire. Fluttered in her belly and made her feel anxious and nervous at the same time. If she had stopped, she wouldn't have been able to continue, because her legs were shaking, so she let herself be carried away by him.

She closed the door behind her and looked at him laughing nervously, it was odd to be there, now, she bit her lips waiting for him to tell anything. But all Roy did was look at her in silence, with a cheeky smile and eyes full of desire.

He moved closer to her without stopping to smile. Grabbed her face with one hand and ran it to the nape of her neck, sticking his fingers through her hair.

He hugged her and with one hand began to untie the cord that tied the dress to her back. He dropped her dress to the floor along with the corset, and she let out a relieved breath. And she didn't know if it was because of the pressure of the corset or because she was almost naked in front of him at last. She was only wearing a white inner dress.

"Better this way?"He asked, laughing without releasing her, she nodded and leaned on his shoulder and remained so for a long time.

He didn't stop holding her, while he was kissing her, she tied herself to his waist with her legs and kicked her feet to drop her shoes. Roy walked around the cabin with her in his arms, whispering in her ear how beautiful she was. He let her fall on the bed as he took off his shirt. He hurried to get rid of his boots and then, in a hurry, he put his lips back on her neck, her chin, her eyelids... This wasn't meant to be like that; it was supposed to be wild, something animal, like a few minutes before on the ship. But he was touching her as if she were done of glass. And she wanted to caress every inch of his skin. Run her fingers through all the little scars that adorned his body. Feel the bones of his spine at her fingertips. She didn't just want it; she needed it. He took off her white dress and stared at her with the sweetest smile she had ever seen in him. And he lay next to her without saying a word, just touching her arm and giving her little kisses on the lips. Finally, he took her face with both hands and deepened in a kiss that made her gasp a groan, almost agonic charged with desire. Roy laughed again, standing on her, she started kissing his chest, passing her arms behind his back, as she wrapped her legs around him in a subtle invitation. She wanted to feel him from inside, to make him part of her, to claim him to herself. He began to move very slowly, so warm and tender, and she settled into that rhythm that made her vibrate.

"Riza..."

Not only his voice. His whole body shouted her name. The way his muscles were stretched, the drops of sweat slipping down his skin. His groans, everything was for her. Because of her. The touch of his skin against hers filled her with an unexpected heat. And his kisses more and more deep were as hot as the honeydew of rum. Making her wanting to cry and scream and laugh. And each beat of his hip against hers brought her closer to ecstasy. Roy moved like a wild animal and she wanted more and more of him until he collapsed exhausted over her body. She closed her eyes, unable to cease smiling, caressing his hair, listening him breathe as she tried to calm the beats of his exhilarated heart.

She woke up a moment later and Roy was with his head resting on her chest. And his arms behind her back. He was holding her firmly against him and his eyes were closed.

"Are you all right?" she asked as she felt him hugging her even tighter.

"Yeah, I think I'm happy; that's all" he lifted his head and moved over the bed, resting his head on her neck and wrapping his arms around her.

He kissed her lips and smiled in a sweet way, playing with a lock of her hair.

"Do you think we will do this again?" he asked hesitantly.

"Why not? It was very good...," she pinched his cheek smiling and made herself comfortable in his arms.

He gave her back the smile, but there was something sad behind it and her heart began to shrink.

"I know you perfectly, Roy, I know something is going through your head," she murmured, pulling his bangs away from his face.

"Then don't make me say it,"

"Okay, this is perfect, to be here with you, this is perfect," she said, and he let out a relieved sigh and then smiled hugging her again.

She let out a giggle, and he began to roll his hand over her neck very slowly.

"Do you think we can do it again right now?" he said touching her breast, running his hand down her belly with many care.

"That's my line, Captain."

He smiled in a wild way and placed himself over her, resting his hands on the bed, and devouring her with his gaze.

"Say it again, call me that way," he begged while looking at her as if she were a hunting prey.

"Is it any kind of fetish?" she asked, running her fingers across his chest."Do you like giving orders?" she insisted, licking her lips.

"Don't be mean to me," he said into her ear, biting the lobe of her ear.

"Fuck me, my captain," she whispered, putting her hands around his neck to get him back to her.

[capitalnineteen]

Warcraft for fandom questions!

Top 5 favourite characters: CHROMIE, Sylvanas (sorry Pike), Ysera, Vol’jin, AlexstraszaOther characters you like: Admiral Taylor, a lot of the Death Knight npcs for some reason? Mostly just semi obscure Vanilla and Wrath quest NPCs, female dragonflight charactersLeast favourite character: I can only pick one? Garrosh probably because I was sick of him before MoP so living through that expansion didn’t help at all.Otps: Chromie & MY CHARACTERS: BEST FRIENDS THROUGHOUT TIME (sorry that doesn’t answer your question does it?) I don’t really have any ships for Warcraft?Notps: Creepy ones where it’s more about ridiculous differences for the sake of ridiculous differences if that makes any sense.Favourite friendship: No, seriously, Chromie and player characters. Way back when she was in plaguelands and always talked like she knew you, I just found it really endearing.Favourite family: the different Dragonflights?Or those silly little pockets of almost found families like the guys in Badlands who tell their stories about punching Deathwing, etc.Favourite episode: WotLK! Like at the time Wrathgate was like O_O. I also have fond memories of Lady Prestor going all dragon in the Stormwind Keep back in vanilla and running over to help as a level 30 druid hahaha. And the mad scramble to try to skin one of the dragon guards cause the scales sold for so much. :PFavourite season/book/movie: WotLK specifically pre ICC. I just loved how you actually felt like part of things. It felt like you were part of the story and had an effect BUT not such a huge effect it felt ridiculous? Like now, everyone has multiple artifact weapons and it just feels silly that there’s all these copies of Doomhammer or Ashbringer and stuff. Like back when Desolace was ... desolate it made sense they asked you to help. Now you stand in line to pick up a quest and (I mean thank the flying spaghetti monster for tag sharing now) it’s like, did you really need 800 people to kill this same mob over and over and over? From a gaming standpoint things might make more sense but from a world standpoint it’s too meta to stand on three corpses of a guy waiting for him to respawn to kill him again for a world quest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯Favourite quote: silly things that I’ve heard too many times like “You are too late, champion of Lordaeron!” or Bronzebeard’s “I’ll have this ready in two shakes of a...” to which I always have to pretend I don’t know how that idiom goes and be really annoyed he never finishes it.Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: Any time Chromie shows up I literally squee. I’m always happy to see her.When it really disappointed you: Cata was not my jam. Of course that was also one of the times I was the most active and social in the game? So yeah, I dunno!Saddest moment: I’m not sure if it counts because I was (am) ANGRY sad about Ysera. It’s such bullshit to kill off a badass, underused character and then ... all because Malfurion had to go running off instead of waiting for people to help? UGH still not over it.Most well done character death:  Look, I’ll be honest. I wasn’t that invested in Vol’jin except I vaguely liked him as Troll leader and was just glad as hell Garrosh was gone. But I was really frustrated with how anti-climactic the Horde version of Broken Shore was and then came back to Orgrimmar and... I legit teared up, okay?Favourite guest star: Oh gosh Ezra Chatterton :(Favourite cast member: CHROMIECharacter you wish was still alive: Ysera :(One thing you hope really happens: I’d like Sylvanas to get a redemption arc. Sue me.Most shocking twist: The Onyxia thing surprised me? When did you start watching/reading: In vanilla. When I started the Gates of AQ event was going on and there were NPCs gathering supplies and stuff. I didn’t really know what was going on but I did that a bunch.Trope you wish they would stop using: Stop killing off badass characters as part of some boring guy’s story.One thing this show/book/film does better than others: I’m still Funniest moments: I like the silly pop culture references and the self referencing things like seeing Whitemane and Mograine in Old Hillsbrad.Couple you would like to see: I know I’m a broken record but Chromie and someone awesome would be pretty cool IMO.Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: H. Jon Benjamin could voice a new character, that would be pretty great. I’d want him to be minor but recurring and have the best sarcastic lines.Most boring plotline: Malfurion and Illidan’s history yawn I don’t care.Best flashback/flashfoward if any: Aside from hating actually questing there I thought the Suramar stuff was pretty interesting and the flashback cinematic of Thalyssra was pretty cool and got me invested in a new character pretty quickly.Most layered character: I can’t think of anyone really... :-/Scariest moment: When I was first starting the game and didn’t understand what places were safe and what were dangerous. I remember being a druid in Moonglade during Lunar Festival and suddenly being murdered by Omen before I even knew what was happening. Or crossing through Wetlands to get from Darnassus to Ironforge as a baby Nelf.Grossest moment: Okay, I know it’s a running gag but enough with the poop quests.Best looking male: I don’t really have one?Best looking female: I don’t really have one for this one either :-/ Who you’re crushing on (if any): I don’t really have one but I remember my friend used to really have a thing for the human on the old Arathi Basin loading screen.Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): The prettiest place in the game is Murder Row in Silvermoon. Suramar City is pretty damn gorgeous too if you can find a place to look at it without being murdered by 80 guards.Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: Why was Wrathion flying away when you went to Cordana Felsong during the WoD legendary quest and found out she wasn’t really working for Khadgar anymore? That one bugs me since it was so easily missed and there’s nothing else about it.At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: In Vanilla goofing off with friends.

Thanks for the ask oh Shiny one! These were really interesting to consider, especially since I know very little Warcraft lore, a really sad and pitiful amount since you’d think after eleven years more would have rubbed off somehow.

If anyone else can think of one please do! Send me a show/fandom and I’ll answer!!