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skz-jeha · 3 months

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Y'all

Imagine if Bilbo lost his lil acorn once Smaug was dead.

Throin sees Bilbo looking around all panicked, digging through some pile of gold or gems, and asks about it, and this is where he learns about the acorn.

So of course he offers to help look, while they're looking for the Arkenstone, and eventually they've got the whole company looking for both. Thorin's head seems a little more clear suddenly, so everyone's more looking for the acorn than the arkenstone, because yeah they're looking for the arkenstone, but they'll know it when they see it, they have to CONCENTRAIT to find a lil acorn, and it's important they find IT soon or it'll get crushed, or die or rot. The arkenstone has lasted this long. It'll last a little longer.

And because they've all got he mindset if "yeah thats a bit of gold, but it's not an acorn. Sure sure some pretty gems but it's not an acorn!" In there heads, they stave of the gold sickness.

When Fili shouts, "I found it!" They're all rather disappointing when they realise he means the Arkestone. Thorin pockets it, but they return to their search for the acorn right away.

Then, one day, Thranduil shows up demanding the white gems and Thorin's standing up on the barracks like "Sure, if we come across them."

And Thranduil's like "what do you mean if you come across them?"

"There was a dragon in the mountain for over a century! He wasn't exactly cleaning and we're a bit preoccupied with our own search at the moment! I'll send them your way once we find them! If takes a day or a year, you'll live!" And then he disappears from Thranduil's sight.

Only to reappear after a moment, looking slightly irritated. The hobbit is by his side looking, perhaps hopeful? With a roll of his eyes, Thorin says, bitting out the words like they physically hurt to say "If you would like, perhaps you could send a select few of your most trusted guard, and if they might help us in our search, they can also look for your gems as well?"

Thranduil has never been more caught of guard in his life. Did a dwarf, one whom he'd had imprissoned in his dungeon less than a month ago, just invite his people into his most recently reclaimed treasurey?

"I'm sorry. What?" He blinks up at the dwarf- most elegantly, he assures you.

"Elves have very keen eyes, do you not?" Asks the little hobbit. "We're looking for my acorn, you see, that I got from Beorn the skin changer, I seem to have lost it in the dragon's chase, and we fear it'll be crushed. Throin says your box would likely be in the front of the treasurey, and we haven't searched there yet, though Smaug did follow us through there, so it's a fine place for your people to start. It would be greetly appreciated."

And really. The argument could go on, Thranduil's really not sure he believes there IS an acorn, but if it gets him those damned white gems, fine. He sends Tauriel and her guard, and Legolas volunteers himself.

When Bard shows up asking for aid for the town Thorin throws his hands up. "Your just as bad as the elves! We just got our montain back! Fah! At least you asked for nothing so specific!" And practically chucks a chest full of randomly scooped up gold and gems over at the man. "But if there is an acorn in there, you are to return it immediately!"

There isn't an acorn.

"Why would there be an acorn?" He asks Thranduil that evening as he takes tea with the Elven king who's made camp outside the Lonely Mountain as a statement to the dwarven king he doesn't mean to leave without what's rightfully his, regardless of their compliance.

"His husband appears to be rather attached to it." Thranduil shrugs. "I don't pretent to understand the ways of haflings, but if the hobbit has half so strong a love for that which grows from the earth, as the dwarves do that which is mined from it, and I was a king who'd dragged my consort half way across Middle Earth to risk his life battling a dragon for its hoard, I'd think it wise to have the Mountain turned upside down for one measly acorn as well."

Dain shows up and is about ready to storm the peacefully-aiding-the-humans-at-this-point-because-we're-here-what-else-do-we-have-to-do elves on principle, but Thorin puts a stop to it quick.

It takes Dain a day and a half to realised that Thorin did infact say "they were all looking for an Acorn," yesterday, and several minutes to understand that he was saying "no, we found the Arkenstone days ago," today.

And of course, the orcs and goblins show up and are defeated by the forced of them all, united under Acorn Peace Treaty of 2942

Sadly, weeks go by, and they do not find the acorn. They do eventually find the Gems, and Legolas and the majority of the elves return to Mirkwood, Legolas having made good friends with the Company, especially Gloin (this is a suprise tool that will help him later) but Tauriel remains, and if Thorin wasn't smitten with the hobbit, he might comment on just how close Kili is growing to her. At least she's respectful. Might just teach that boy a think or two. The opposite is, of course, true, and Tauriel becomes just as much a menace as the princes.

As the weeks go by and proper cataloging of the treasury commences, every dwarf who comes to help is shows a picture of the acorn every single morning, and promised a just reward for its discovery.

Eventually, Bilbo has to concede they aren't going to find it, but, well, by then he's not exactly planning to return to the Shire for long enough to care for a sprouting tree.

He does return long enough to stop all his things being auctioned off, no he's not a ghost, thank you very much, and have Bag End transfered to his cousin Drogo and his wife, before setting back out for Erebor with the things he intends to keep.

It's years before anyone thinks of the poor lost little acorn again, decades, infact.

One day, in the early morning of the 21st Durin's day after the reclaiming of Erebor, a dwarf comes rushing from the treasurey to find the Royals preparing for the celebration.

"Is it one of these, your highne- uh, Bilbo, your lost acorn?" He asks, stuttering over the title he knows the hobbit dislikes. "I can't really.... tell them apart."

And Bilbo just blinks, because in the cupped palms of the dwarf's are perhaps 15 or 20 little acorns...

"Where did you find these?" He asks.

"They were in the back."

"The back?" Thorin repeats, then catches himself and shoos the dwarf back the way he came "Show us."

They all- Bilbo and Thorin, the princeses, and a handful of the company who'd been present- follow the dwarf down into the treasurey, and then through the treasurey, past all the neat piles of gold and the many chests of organized gems and stones and all manner of other treasures, until they're presented with a very familiar back door.

Or rather, a hidden passage, tucked away in an alcove, where another handful of acorns' the few the Dwarf who'd brought them the first had likely missed- are scattered about.

"You did... just have the one, right Uncle Bilbo?" Fili asks.

"Or course I just had the one!" Bilbo retorts. "I couldn't have possibly carried that many with me all the way from Beorn's!"

With a resigned sort of sigh, as he begins to piece together the answer to a decades old mystery, Thorin steps forward and follows the tunnel up, up, up, and out of Erebor, the others- save the dwarf who brought them, dismissed by Bilbo with a smile, a thanks, and an oh, no, you may keep those- right behind.

As they walk, the acorns start to increase. Though there's never so many as to begin piling up in the tunnel, by the time they reach the end, the majority of the ground is covered in a solid layer if the little things, and the crunch underfoot as they all emerge onto the ledge which they had all once stood, with batted breath in the moon light as they realised they were at last, truly home.

"Was that here last time?" Kili asked, studying the impressive Oaktree shading the entire ledge that sat in front of the secret entrance to Erebor.

The trunk of the tree was wide and solid, sitting right up against the mountain side, and rather winning the battle of wills against the carved stone architecture of the dwarves. Its limbs grow twisted and wild, up and out in all directions. It's easily 250 or 300 feet tall. There is all sorts of life flittering about in its florishing branches, all covered in brilliant green leaves, and fresh green little acorns.

The growned all around them is covered in acorns as well, so many more than the tunnel.

"No." Thorin says, watching a squirrel dash down from the trunk of the tree, shove several acorns into its cheeks, and dash back up the trunk. "No it was not." He turns to Bilbo, and raises an eyebrow. "Lost it after the dragons chase, you said?"

Beet red and look quite flustered, all Bilbo can manage out is a squicky little "oops."

"'Oops' indeed." Thorin returns, smiling fondly.

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skz-jeha · 5 months

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it’s so funny when you play mirage because sometimes you forget Basim is supposed to be like 20 or younger and then he does some stupid shit like introduce himself with his legal name to the Templars and you remember because no Assassin with a fucking developed prefrontal cortex would do some stupid shit like that

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skz-jeha · 5 months

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ASSASSIN’S CREED: MIRAGE

Welcome, Hidden One. You have died, and been reborn. Embrace the fear, quiet it, find the stillness, and let go. The stage is yours, Basim. We will be watching.

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skz-jeha · 6 months

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Neglection [Ivar x Healer!Reader, Past!Hvitserk x Reader]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, past!hvitserk x reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | touched with eir's healing powers, it's your custom to care for the great heathen army. ivar doesn't appreciate the order you care for others in.

❛ tags | NSFW, non-graphic mention of ivar's wound, healer!reader, blind!reader, religious references, past!hvitserk x reader, heavily jealous!ivar, jealousy.

❛ sy’s notes | forgive the looseness of this piece, i'm attempting to complete random freewrites to get into producing more works.

Stubborn, that was how you would define Ivar. Even if he was one of the commanders of the Great Heathen Army, he was also as stubborn as a mule. Pain, he claimed, was one of his deepest allies. He was surrounded by it from birth.

“Ivar,” you trilled, coming into the great church where Ivar set up his base. “Ivar-- are you here?”

You tiptoed past sleeping comrades holding the bottom of your skirts, prancing over a viking’s sleeping body, egged on by the nagging urge to chase your injured commander. His rich scent filled your nostrils: blood and breaks, smoke and honey. His slight huffs of pain, slight as they were, led you to this room.

“Commander?”

“Hush,” came the snapping reply. “My brothers are sleeping.”

Your foot bumped against cold stone steps. “Where are you?”

“You’re close.”

The night was always a trying time for finding the right man. Ivar’s thick candle, flickering in the moonlight, casted little light by which you could guide yourself through the large room. You climbed over the heavy steps by sliding your feet slowly over the stone floor. Then, bumped into another body.

“Ivar?”

There was no answer. You bend at the knees and casted your fingers over the crumpled body on the floor. It wasn’t right-- no, his sides were too narrow. His hair in long braids. And when he moaned, your ears were full with a gruff but inviting voice. “Prince Hvitserk,” you mumbled.

“Yes, Prince Hvitserk,” Ivar chided. “You always loved Hvitserk.”

You left his side with the assumption that Ubbe would be sleeping close by. Wherever Hvitserk was, Ubbe was. You knew that. Bjorn wouldn’t be in this room-- he was keeping watch tonight. “I don’t choose who to heal first, Ivar. The goddesses do.”

“You can lie better than that.”

“Please don’t mock me, Ivar. I just want you to be safe--”

“Safe?” He hummed. “I’m not interested in being ‘safe’, my sweet.”

Sweet, you flushed. You hoped that the bright light wouldn’t illuminate your cheeks, flush with embarrassment. Then again, you would never know. “You’re blushing, hm, do you like that?”

“That’s enough. Just come to me.”

“Why should I? If memory is escaping you,” he bit out. His voice clear, filling your ears with dizzying certainty. He really was close. “I was shot in the thigh. Find me yourself.”

Seconds later, your knees collided with a great wooden chair. Then betrayed you. You fell forward and caught yourself by slamming your hand down on a firm, but fleshy surface “Gods!” he shouted.

“By Eir!” you snapped back, hands flailing to find the proper wooden surface. “My Ivar, I’m--”

“Sorry, yes, I know. Congratulations, you’ve found me. Now get on with it.”

“On-- on with it?”

“Did you not come here to heal it?” he asked. In the hazy field of your vision, you knew he was scrutinizing you. You ran your hand over your long skirt, smoothing it down. Whatever he was staring at, be it your thick braid over your shoulder or the dry blood caked over your hands from a long day of work, you weren’t sure. “Or are those magical hands only for Hvitserk?”

“Why do you insist on Hvitserk?”

His head, angled toward his brother, snapped to you. “Given how much time you spend with him--”

His body tensed. Your fingers ghosted the scratchy fabric of his pants, still splattered with blood, and you realized he too hadn’t washed down. You hovered over the wound, the place where his scent originated from.

“I do not.”

“You only serve him breakfast and dinner,” he spat to the side again, stiffening as you moved up to loosen his belt. His hand snapped to your wrist, grip crushing the bone. You lifted your head to him, coming close enough that you could make something out of the face you once knew.

“Don’t do that.”

“I need a clear working area. It isn’t as if I can see your…” you snaked your hand away from his grip to try and loosen his pants again. He snapped his head one way, then another, watching as you kneeled between his legs. He remained silent as you slid his pants down his thin legs to his ankles.

“You’ve seen Hvitserk’s,” he huffed under his breath.

“How many times do I need to tell you? I’ve not been with him. For years,” you searched through your bag for the right essentials. Yes, another healer had cleaned the area on your request-- but it wasn’t done to your liking. The cloth was loose, the area unpurified. “I don’t even remember what he felt like.” You mumbled.

Ivar’s lips parted with a slight smack. He was wordless for an instant, his head shifting to face his brother. “He was that… immemorable?”

The air was thick. He, curious. You, exhausted. Ivar’s large arms turned one over another. He twitched his thick muscular thighs as if to urge a response from you. Your hand came over his firm muscles to keep him in place.

“We were so young. Ubbe was training him,” you said, cleaning the area with a soaked cloth. When you bumped into him, the wound oozed. Your lips pursed and you would blow soft air over his thigh which caused his muscles to tighten. “Besides, I don’t remember much from before Eir took my sight, Ivar. Only the small memories we shared.”

“But not the dick,” he laughed. Your fingertips swatted the side of his thigh.

In your mortar, you mixed a mixture of herbs that he only recognized from his mother’s witchery cabinet to soothe his aches. Your lips moved in the strangest of prayers, sanctifying the blend to aid in his healing and pain. Then you slathered it on his thigh, tingles ripping through his thigh to his spine. He wasn’t sure if the mixture or your lips healed the soreness, sweeping over his thigh with a soft kiss. He trembled.

“You have nothing to be anxious about.”

“Hm?”

You lifted his thigh, drawing the bandage in sturdy loops around his thigh. Then, securing it in place, removed his musty pants and boots. It took a moment to locate his other pants. Ivar took them and drew them on, clicking his tongue against the roof of his tongue to urge you on. “I don’t want to be his.”

“Then whose?”

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you were aware of what he was about to say. Though you couldn’t see, you could feel. Feel the intensity of Ivar’s presence, his eyes following you around camp, his endless neediness. His hand shot out and snatched the cords of your dress. You knew you shouldn’t have worn his dress to deal with Ivar. There was no way to unpeel his strong grip from your cords by will alone.

“Be mine.”

There were certain things that you knew the gods wanted. Healing of their finest warriors, the mitigation of pain, and hard workers. Your eyes, glazed as they were, served only to be a liability. To a man like Ivar-- your hands connected with his naked shoulders. His muscles enticed you-- far-- far too well. It had been years since you last had a man. Perhaps, in part, due to Ivar’s consistent scowls and glares.

“I can’t, I-- I swore to Eir,” you murmured. Though the words came of your lips, they did not convince you. You traveled his sturdy shoulders to his neck, then his jaw-- peppered with stubble. God, he knew what the sensation did to you with waves of excitement dancing over your skin. You weren’t convincing anyone.

“What does she care? Does she demand some silly Christian oath?”

“No, but I--” He grasped your backside, pulling up the skirts over your knees. Then, jerked you onto the throne with legs on either side of his own. His voice softened into a soft honey-like hum, rivaling the soft slick that gathered between your legs. “Let me convince you otherwise, hm?”

“Hvitserk is here.”

“Forget him.” Ivar coursed his hand underneath your skirts. It was frustrating how often he could not listen. You could tell Ivar that the sky was blue and he’d debate you! With his calloused fingers guiding there way to the junction of your legs and pelvis, you knew there was nothing that you could tell him. No, nothing that you wanted to tell him, that would change this. Even with your complaining, you longed for the attention. It had been years.

Ivar inhaled air as he brushed your vulva, dancing his thumb across your neglected lips. He slid between the slit, parting your lips with ginger care. It was nearly embarrassing how easy it was for Ivar, running the pad of his thumb up and down. “See? You want me.”

You wracked your mind for the last time this had happened. The last time a man had his eye on you-- oh, but you remembered, the night you lost your vision. Hvitserk-- whose kind heart soothed your grief-- warmed your body to comfort you. As you traced the memory, the ache of his absence panged strangely in your heart. Oh, how easy a man’s heart was to sway.

“Focus on me,” Ivar sank his fingers into your warm cunt. Your hips shifted in response, flush against his chest, breasts in his face. Your body tensed around his fingers to keep him in place. Ivar wasn’t the sort of man to be held back. Not by a pathetic cry, no. He was guided by the things he was passionate about. “Good--”

“Please, Ivar, I’ve not--” he curled his fingers, massaging your walls as you hadn’t in years. It was warm, wonderful. His other hand came to your front, massaging a soft spot that only one other had. He rolled in the softest of rhythms, circling purposefully slow. Then quick. The pleasure bloomed-- the ugliest of flowers that you told yourself you wouldn’t have again. That you would devote yourself to Eir, swear off all thoughts of lust and love. All at once, Ivar stopped. He drew his fingers back from massaging your soaked walls and flicked your clit with a soft laugh.

“So?”

“No,” you lowered your hips, yipping as you settled against the bulge between Ivar’s legs. “I should-- I should go.”

“Then go.”

You didn’t move. No, your hands were knit to Ivar’s shoulders like thread and cloth.

"That is what I thought." You felt frozen in place even as he pulled himself free of his pants and fondled his shaft. The tip of his cock eased along your lips: forward, backward, and forward again.

“If you stay,” Ivar breathed, slapping his cock against your mound. His breath was warm against your chest, urging you to slide your chest against his. Oh, you knew you were doomed. The memory of sex was all too enticing. Your body clenched, aching at the memory of how it felt. “I won’t let you go.”

And though he said that, you reached between your legs and lined the warm head of his cock with your aching hole. He snapped your hips down an instant later, his wide grin widening with every bit of his cock that filled your core. Your fingers cringed on his shoulders as he seated himself comfortably in your cunt. Your lips parted, shaking loose noises that you knew would wake up his brothers.

“Hush,” he leaned in, rocking his hips despite the pain wracking up his thigh. Your hips shifted, rolling down along his cock alone. He didn’t even have to move, no, you were too happy to do this on your own. His thumb found your nub again, spazzing along the little button as you rode him. You missed how it felt: how his warm words filled your soul with bliss, and his dick filled the places you didn’t know needed to be filled. It was what Ivar did-- with his voice, as desirable and silky as honey.

It ruptured a hole straight through you. Blossoming low in your belly, the pleasure ripped through your cunt. Your body clamped on his, working his orgasm free. He seized your chin, aiming it toward him. And though your unseeing eyes could only see the shadows of his face, your mind was scarred by the memory of his haughty eyes and the bob and weave of his head. You didn't need to see to know what he was about to say next. “You’re mine.”

You were wrong for this. But it was too late to take it back.

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skz-jeha · 7 months

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🖤🖤🖤

Isu

Day 4 of @codextober

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The markings on you always garnered some unwanted attention from the crowds. Basim could see their eyes following your every move, but he always said they were your "tattoos."

At least there was some truth to that.

He had seen them glow in the dead of night when it's darkest, and it only led to him asking more questions about them.

Isu, you had called it. A vast civilization beyond the stars that only wanted to enlighten others. Strange how the young Hidden One always looked to you in admiration, but you knew deep down what the truth was.

Regardless of what you had told him, directly or indirectly to shield for his own protection, Basim felt set aside from the rest you conversed with. You trusted him. You only sought him out with this knowledge of yourself.

As guilty as any admission would be, he found himself absently tracing the intricate marks on your skin. It was a fascination how it pulsed with what felt like energy under his touch.

You welcomed his admiration but felt that pang of guilt deep within yourself whenever you left what is, and always was, his fate to be.

For now, you knew he would do whatever he could to protect you from whatever came your way.

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skz-jeha · 7 months

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Read The Last Two Lovers by @justpendule during lunch and loved it so much that immediately after I was done reading I began sketching out the scenes on the closest (crumpled) paper I could find, and then after I was done with work for the day I immediately grabbed my tablet to draw for it some more

Moral of the story: you should read this fic immediately

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skz-jeha · 7 months

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if there’s one thing i am it’s weak for shanks pulling in mihawk by the necklace

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skz-jeha · 7 months

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Shining armor// Harry hook

Harry hook x male!knight!reader

This doesn't follow canon.

The first draft for this got erased and I cried hard so I'm sorry if it feels weak this time.

Tw: death, PTSD, depression, nightmares, Harry having very bad anger issues, blood.

This is like enemies to lovers kinda shit.

So, Mal got back into the isle.

Ben, you and the other VK's got also into the isle to get her back, you and the king hot kidnapped by pirates.

"How does it feel to be king now huh?" Harry, son of Captain Hook was teasing the now king Ben, you were sure that the pirate was insane, completely out of his mind, he got bored of the royal and quickly and got to you.

"Ye are a pretty boy" he said getting closer to you, you ignored him.

"Now who will save the knight in shining armor? Owww" he mocked, you weren't wearing an armor really, he grabbed your chin with his hand, the feeling of his leather glove making your face itch.

"Look at him, Gilly, isn't he pretty?" He moved your head to face his friend.

"Y-yes" the blonde pirate didn't seem so confident.

"(y/n)?" Ben called you, Harry rolled his eyes.

"Uhum"

"Are you hurt?" Ben asks with worry.

"No, Are you?" Your tone was calm, you got experience in this, you didn't wanted Ben more nervous then he already was.

"Oh, he talks!" says Harry with excitement.

"Yes, and I'm talking to Ben so shut up" you said, Harry groaned and passed his hook through your neck, Uma called him out and the pirate inmediatly stopped.

Harry keep messing with you for a while and you keep making your commentaries about him and his style.

"I could hurt ye" he said finally done with your humor.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't do it" you looked at him, his blue eyes filled with anger, he once again put his hook on your neck.

"Why I wouldn't, luv?" He asked with a laugh that sent shivers down the king's spine, Ben was nervous for your answer, he swore you were suicidal because you have purposely insult your enemies and get badly injured by that in passes ocations.

You could tell Harry the truth, that if he hurts you, Uma would call him out, but you decided to have some fun.

"Because you are in love with me" you said confident, Harry laughed, Uma looked at the scene and seriously thought, Harry was indeed very interested in you, you weren't really needed on the ship but he insisted in having you when he captured Ben.

"You are so in love with me, that you have been here for like half an hour, just whispering things, and calling me pet names and telling me how much of a pretty boy I am, just and inch or two away from my lips, I think you are smitten" you said, Harry groaned and lifted his hook.

"HARRY!" Uma shouted, Harry took a step back and breathe heavy, he pointed his hook at you.

"It feels pretty kinky too" you smirked, Harry growled and with all his anger buried his hook on the mast behind you, just and inch away from your shoulder, your shirt was a little loose so he saw the deep scar in said shoulder.

"Uh, better practice mate, you missed" you mocked and he got his hook out, he passes the hook through your scar and you suddenly felt an actual shiver.

"I'm going to fucking rip off your arm" he said with a laugh, Uma slammed the wood with her food and grabbed Harry by his coat, she dragged him away from you.

"Can you please not do that again?" Ben asked nervous, your eyes were looking at nothing, completely disoriented.

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Hours passed by and the night finally came, Ben fell sleep and you stayed awake, you were going to be alert, the VK's came until the next day at noon, Harry was still on the ship, he inspected his sides and got closer to you.

"What do you want now?" You asked annoyed, he gaves you a devilish smirk and once again pressed his hook against your neck.

"Don't you have another thing to threaten people with, like a pocket knive?" You asked annoyed from his repetitive threat.

"Ye really don't have fear of dying, have ye?" Harry asked with a lower voice.

"I'm a knight, the fear of dying gets taken away with the time" you answered with honesty.

"Ye better pray that yer friends get back for ye, cuz I have plenty ideas on what to do with ye when Uma gets tired of waiting" he said.

"Do it now if you want" Harry got taken back by your tone, you were like a completely different person.

"Malsie and her gang aren't my friends Ben as a king grabbed his knight, if you kill me or not, they won't care, I'm a knight besides the king, who is more worthy of being rescue? The crown or the ones who's job is to take the bullet for the crown?" You said bitter, Harry stayed silent.

"Not even my family would care, if I die here or on China, nobody would, the kingdom would fake mourn and then forget my name like they have forgotten many others" Harry looked at you with worry but left you without a word.

He came back with a plate of food.

"Uma told me to feed ya, too bad King Benny can't stay awake past ten" says Harry with a laugh at the end he passed you the plate.

"Boy, I'm tied up how am I supposed to eat?" You said looking at him, Harry giggled and with a swim on his sword the ropes were cut, you immediately fell into the ground, you were so tired, Harry sat down and passed you the food.

"Now, if ye do something, ye shark food" the pirate said, he didn't sound threatening at all, he just sounded like he didn't want to lower his pirate persona, the two stayed in silent for a while, he didn't look angry anymore, what ever Uma told him after she dragged him definitely work.

"You know" you broke the silence.

"Oddly enough this isn't the first time I get kidnapped by pirates" you said, Harry looked at you with curiosity, Ben woke up.

"I was on a ship with a queen, we were making sure it didn't get attacked, it did, I kick their asses and got back to the queen's ship" you said proudly andHarry giggle.

"And what did I got? Not even a thanks from the queen" you said angry.

"they don't care about anyone who isn't their precious royalty" Harry said, you hummed in agreement, he grabbed your empty plate and left, you could scape, but for what? The king was waiting for you to grab your sword, but you were spacing out in your own thoughts, Harry took his time to get back.

"Why are ye crying, luv?" Harry's voice was heard it was soft, he got down and looked at you, you didn't know why you were crying, you just shake your head and got back into reality.

"Now be grateful that the captain thinks ye are trust worthy, ye will sleep on a bed tonight" He offered you his hand, you took it and he helped you to get up, he guided you to one of the quarters, it was his room, you were going to sleep on the room of the dude that said he was going to rip off your arm!.

"Ye will sleep on the bed, and I will on the hammock, unless ye want some company" he said with a smirk, the angry pirate of hours ago was gone, he was more kind and playful, you rolled your eyes but a smile and took off your coat and harnesses, you got into the bed, Harry was making some noise because he still had work to do, but you quickly feel asleep.

"rookie! On the front now, grab your sword fast" a man shouted at you, the enemy was getting closer to the entrance of the castle.

"they are a little rough, huh?" Your mentor and friend, Mary, says, she is a strong woman, she is always confident.

"Not as rough as us" you said making up some confidence, she nods at you and grabbed her bow, she started to shot arrows, she was protecting you and the other new knights.

You were watching her when an enemy get to close and hits you, you quickly stab him but you fell, she helps you to stand when suddenly an arrow hits her leg, then another on the chest, she falls, and you inmediatly get closer to her.

"No, Mary, please don't leave me" you cried.

"Put me over there, kiddo, I want to see you win for me" she says, you obey and you drag her to the side.

"See ya on the other side" she says with a smile, you left her and grabbed her bow.

The enemy passed the entrance, you and your sword were one, when you felt a pain on your shoulder and everything went black.

You woke up with a gasp, you forehead sweaty and your chest hurting.

"MaryMaryMary" you whispered, Harry woke up inmediatly and grabbed his hook out of instinct, he realized it was you and he carefully got closer to you.

"I'msorrysorrysorry" your hands hit your head repeatly, Harry saw that and quickly grabbed them.

"(y/n)" he called for you softly

"It was my fault" you whispered with your eyes wide and your sight on nothing, he sigh and keep holding your hands, you calmed down a bit and separate your hands from his.

"Are you ok?" He asks softly, you got weird out, he sounds actually worried, you didn't answer, you put your hands on your face.

"A nightmare huh?, It's okay, I won't judge ye" he said with a warm smile, you looked at him .

"Y-yes, It was about a friend I-I-I" you sobbed, Harry grabs your hand.

"Shhhh it's okay, ye don't have to talk about it" he said.

He help you to get through it, he explained how he also has nightmares all the time, the conversation quickly change to a more chill one, he was actually pretty nice and had his charm, you suddenly yawned and he giggled.

"If ye want, I can sleep with ye, it's what helps me" Harry offered, you accepted and he got into the bed with you.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"About what?"

"I almost bury me hook on yet neck, I- don't know why but I explode like tha' sometimes, me da' is the same way and Idunno how to stop it" The sincerely on his voice convinced you.

"You need therapy for that, but I'm guessing this place doesn't have that" you looked at him.

"But the change is also on you, Harry" you said and closed your eyes, Harry sighed.

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Harry woke up and looked at his clock.

7:00am.

He realized that you were hugging him with an iron grip, he didn't wanted to wake you so he did his best to get out of bed.

He got on deck and Uma was with the King.

"where is your boy, Harry?" She asked him, Ben looked at him with a angry expression, Harry smirked.

"Sleep on me bed" he said, Uma smirked, she knew you weren't going to be a problem, probably even an ally, Uma looked at Ben.

"Got something to say?" She asked him.

"I don't know what you told to (y/n), but he will came to his senses" the king spoke, Uma rolled her eyes and left him, she got into Harry's quarter.

"Wake up, pretty face" she said, you groaned and opened your eyes.

"tell me" she got closer to you.

"Who are you going to choose?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, you are clearly confused about with side you should play for" She was very intelligent, you looked at her, she was right, Ben would get rescue and the isle will be forgotten again and you will be send to another mission just like that.

"Now, if you choose me, you will have a different life a way better one, everyone will know us, and we can make justice" her words were tentative.

"If you choose them..."

"I will be left a side and be a pig send to the slaughter" you said low.

"You got until noon to decide, boy" she said and left, Harry enter with your breakfast.

Noon finally came and you didn't know what to do.

You saw Mal and her group came, you sighed, what if Uma plans fail? You will stuck in here.

When Uma takes the wand and it's face a battle was unleashed, you grabbed your sword and looked at Harry, he was very busy with Jay.

"(y/n)? We have to go!" Ben shouts for you, you decided to go when you heard a splash, Harry jumped into the water, you attacked Ben and run to the corner to try and spot Harry, you couldn't so you stand up, this was the time to choose, you decided to follow Mal, but when Uma got distracted Mal looked at you and pushed the bridge, they left you, only Ben was the one who was worried, they left you.

Uma groaned and she go away, Harry was all wet and he looks at you.

"Are you alright, Harry?" You asked him, he nods.

"Wha' about ye, luv? Yer friends left ye" He said.

"They've never been my friends, I was right, they only came for Ben" you said angry, you grabbed Harry and got him inside to help him dry himself.

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The night came and you were in the chip shop with the crew watching the cotillion.

"I had an amazing outfit for that shit" you said grabbing some chips for Gil's plate.

Harry was very anxious and you could see it.

"What is it, Harry?" You asked him.

"I just don't want Uma to get hurt" he said with honesty.

"She's pretty strong, she will be ok" you said with a smile, he smirked and grabs you by your waist.

The crew was waiting patiently, they celebrate, it all looked to be in their favor, but something happens and Uma runs away after fighting with Mal, Harry groaned.

"EVERYONE GET OUT OR ILL KILL YA" Harry shouted, Gil and you didn't obey.

"Harry calm down" Gil said getting closer to his friend.

"No! Uma is out there, what if- what if she's hurt!"

"And you being angry won't help her" you said, Harry looks at you.

"So chill out, and we'll try to do our best to know where is she ok?" You said, Gil and Harry nod, you got closer to Harry, his eyes with tears.

"Now let's go to the ship" you said.

You and Harry are going to have a time, is it going to be good or bad?.

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A/N: heeeeey, this part 1!!!! Please reblog so i know you like it and want the next part.

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Harry dropped down from the small cliff, just off the main path of the forest-which led to the enchanted lake. But Harry wasn’t going to the enchanted lake, he was going to a hidden spot he and his boyfriend, (y/n), had found a few years back, soon after Harry had moved to Auradon.

They had been together for about four years now, and had met each other five years ago this very day. Harry smiled at the thought, remembering when he first saw his boyfriend, his eyes bright as they locked eyes for the first time. Harry remembered being dismissive at first, defensive was the correct word but-he hadn’t wanted much with Auradon and its brats.

That was until (y/n) was made his tutor, since Harry was all but hilariously failing math and their teacher volunteered (y/n) as Harry’s tutor. Harry had been….peeved, at first, but soon came to see (y/n) just wanted to help, he never made fun of Harry’s lack of understanding, or frustration, or any of his problems, he just helped him understand and push through it all.

Through that, the two became friends, hanging out practically every day until Harry realized-he really really liked (y/n), like-really liked (y/n). it took Harry nearly a month to confess, fumbling over his words and blushing like no other-only for (y/n) to smile, take Harry’s face, and kiss his cheek gently. “I’m available this Saturday at five, see you then?” Harry just babbled and nodded, his jaw dropping open as (y/n) laughed and walked off. Harry had hardly believed it, but he had a date with (y/n).

Then there was a 2nd date, then a third, then they had been dating a month, half a year, a year-and then they graduated together, moved in together, and now-they had known each other five years-five wonderful years Harry wouldn’t trade for anything in the war.

“wonder what he has planned,” Harry muttered to himself, (y/n) had been oddly secretive for the last month, nervous as well, as if he was scared for whatever was coming to pass. The only thing Harry could think of was their anniversary, and neither of them had been nervous or scared about it before, well, other than the first one.

Harry was thrown from his thoughts as he found the scenic opening in the trees he and (y/n) had made their spot all those years ago, beaming as he spotted his beloved standing in the middle, a picnic set up below him. (y/n) beamed at the sight of Harry, opening his arms with a cheer of his name. “Harry!”

Harry chuckled, running towards (y/n) and leaping into their arms, the two sharing a sweet kiss, Harry laughed as (y/n) ran his hands up Harry’s sides till he held Harry’s face, squishing his cheeks a bit. “so-other than a picnic-“ Harry started, glancing down at the blanket that they were standing on now, a basket of food set to the side. “-what did ye want? Ye said earlier ya had somethin’ ta show me?”

(y/n) smiled, one that made Harry’s stomach flood with nerves, good nerves, but damn the butterflies never stopped around his amazing boyfriend. “Well, I wanted to show you something, something I’ve never really shown anyone-not unless I knew I could trust them…do you trust me?” (y/n) asked, his voice becoming quiet and shy as he continued to speak, biting his lip nervously.

Harry nodded, taking (y/n)’s hand and kissing his palms. “With anything, my love.” (y/n) grinned, pecking Harry’s lips, chuckling as Harry leaned in to snatch another kiss, but (y/n) was already out of reach, stepping back until Harry was left to stand alone on the blanket. “(y/n)?” Harry asked, tilting his head, wondering what (y/n) was doing.

Harry’s jaw dropped as (y/n) rolled his wrist, his palm toward the sky-and the night sky seemed to appear in his hand; stars, comments, galaxies, planets-all in the palm of (y/n)’s hand. “Wow,” Harry breathed, stepping toward his boyfriend, reaching out to cup (y/n)’s hand in his, his eyes almost sparkling with wonder. “ye have, magic?”

(y/n) nodded, the nervousness evaporating from his body, his eyes softening. “Yeah, magic of the night, runs in my family. it can be dangerous if not used properly, but-it’s easier to use if you're not afraid of it, or those you are using it around. This is just some basic magic though, not very impressive.” Harry just nodded, tracing his fingers along (y/n)’s palm, chuckling as the night shifted and turned-revealing more of the galaxy (y/n) was showing him.

“What else can ye do?” Harry asked, his eyes wide with childlike wonder as he looked up at his boyfriend. (y/n) grinned, pecking Harry’s lips and closing his hand, dismissing the sky he had created in his palm.

“I’ll show you, after we eat,” (y/n) teased, laughing as Harry pouted, just wanting to see more of the pretty magic. “Harry,”

“Fine,” Harry groaned, dragging (y/n) back down to the blanket, throwing open the basket, and digging in. “yer showing me everthin’ got it?”

(y/n) laughed again, nodding, intertwining their hands on the blanket, taking a sandwich he had made earlier. “Got it,”

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