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ladynightmare913 · 3 years

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Secrets of the Darkened Seas

Welcome to Chapter 6! I would like to say a special thank you to my best friend and co-author Olivia ( @asunshinepuff ) for inviting me to work on this story with her. As you may have noticed, we have decided to change on how we release the chapters of our story. We will be alternating from my blog to @asunshinepuff‘s blog.

These chapters contain many original characters created by Olivia and myself. All credit for our creations goes to each other for our respective characters because we have both worked so hard to bring these character to life and I would never dare to take credit for any of Olivia’s characters.

As always there is mermaid lore hidden within the storyline. The included lore on different types of merfolk will be taken from the book “The Secret World of Mermaids” by Francine Rose. We are taking no credit for her work. The different types of mermaids will be explained later so don’t worry. We have also taken the liberty of creating some of own original types of merfolk.

Now without further adieu!

Chapter 6: The Return of the White Sea Serpent

Min-Jun glared at the sleeping form of Sirius Black. He had returned to the ship in the dead of night, Quinn, Opal and Remus all quickly rushed to explain what had occurred earlier that night. And now, they waited for the Captain’s Verdict.

“Let’s just throw him overboard.” Remus suggests simply. His arms were crossed as he glared at the unconscious man.

“To throw him overboard would require him to be alive, Remus.” Min-Jun spoke.

“He doesn’t have to be.” Remus smiled.

Min-Jun shook his head in amusement with his young ward. He looked back to Sirius.

“No, he came looking for his young brother.” He stood from his seat, looking to Remus and Quinn. “I will give him the antidote, I wish to question him. He may be the key to finally be rid of those Black Pirates.”

“I agree.” Quinn replied with a curt nod. “We should keep an eye on him though, if he came here solely for Regulus, he might attempt to kidnap his brother himself.” He continued, leaning against the wooden wall of the infirmary.

“Tha ítan anóito na apagágei ton aderfó tou.” Would be foolish to abduct his brother. Opal mumbled under her breath, prompting Quinn to give her a look with raised eyebrows. Really?

“And that task falls to you, Remus.” Min-Jun looked at the younger man. “He will be under your care. Do your best not to strangle him.” Without another word, the Captain reached into his coat, pulling a small thin vial from his pocket. He pried Sirius’ jaw open, poured the contents into his mouth, and rubbed his neck to force Sirius to swallow.

“It will take some time before it starts taking effect. He should be fine at noon later today.”

With nothing else left to say, the captain left them to it.

Remus was not happy with being on babysitting duty. He didn’t mind watching Regulus and Tadase because they were actual children, not an annoying over egotistical adult. Tadase and Regulus were sweet boys, Sirius just made Remus want to smash his face with a hammer. So in order to calm himself, Remus went in search of the boys because they always somehow managed to calm him down.

“Your brother is here Regulus,” Remus spoke softly. Tadase rested in his lap, playing with the tassel on the hilt of his sword. Remus looked at Regulus, the boy tensed up.

“...” Regulus lowered his head down, avoiding Remus’ eyes.

“Do you want to see-”

“NO!” Regulus shouted. Tadase startled, covering his ears at the older child’s scream.

Remus gawked back at the boy, frowning lightly. “Regulus, don’t shout. You startled Tadase.”

Chastised, Regulus looked down to his lap. Remus sighed softly pausing for a brief moment, “Alright, if he asks to see you, I’ll keep him away.”

“He knows I’m here?” Regulus’ eyes widen like discs.

“He came here for you.” Remus replied with a nod.

“...why?” Regulus frowned as if he had eaten something sour.

“Because he loves you.”

Regulus snapped his head to Brielle, Remus also looked to the older mermaid, she was sitting on a chair, her lessons in walking were slow but steady. Her black hair had been tied into a braid by Opal, she wore a simple flowy blue dress, her feet were covered in flats with lace tied around her ankles. Her dark eyes watched Regulus’ stormy blue ones.

“No he doesn’t,” Regulus glared, “He left me alone…”

Brielle tilted her head, her eyes shifted to silver. “Sometimes, people have to leave… but they come back. And he does love you.”

“How do you know? You never even met him.” Brielle smiled, as if she knew a secret Regulus didn’t. She montined her hand for Regulus to come closer. “I do know, do you want to know how?”

Regulus eyed her skeptically, eventually the young boy nodded his head. He walked over to the mermaid. She easily lifted the boy to her lap. Her silver eyes only seemed to intensify. Slowly, her clawed hands inched toward the sides of his face.

“Because Sirius and I are the same.”

Regulus frowned. “No, you're nice, Sirius is mean.”

Brielle shook her, gently she pulled Regulus’ head to her chest, “Listen.”

Regulus was confused for a moment before he heard the tell tale sound of a heart beat. “Your heart?”

Brielle smiled, gently pulling him back to look at his eyes. “Sirius and I, share the same heart.”

Regulus frowned, “I don’t understand.”

Brielle only smiled, “We love the same. We are first borns, and we love our younger siblings fiercely.”

“No, he left me!”

“I leave Tadase to hunt, our mother was not kind, our father was killed by our mother. Tadase had no mother, so I became what he needed.” She rubbed Regulus’ head gently. “Sirius is young, very young, he could not raise you yet, so he left. But his heart never left you.”

“Why did he leave me?” Regulus’ eyes began to water.

Brielle pulled him into another hug. “Because sometimes, older siblings are not strong enough to protect their siblings, Sirius knew this. So he left to get stronger, so he could come back for you and raise you. Because he loves you.”

Regulus wasn’t entirely convinced. “... But how do you know?”

“Because I did the very same.” Regulus pulled back, his face angry. “Why?! Why did you leave Tadase?!”

“Our mother is powerful, and I was still too young, but I came back. Because if I didn’t he would not survive. Our mother does not love us.” Brielle responded patiently.

“Why did your mama not love you?” He questioned.

“Maybe because mother and father were different species, maybe because we looked like our father more. I do not know.”

Regulus looked down, biting his lip. “That sounds like Mama… and Papa…they don’t like Sirius… or me…” He rubbed his eyes, sobbing as he looked up to the mermaid. “Why, why do they not love us?”

Brielle’s gaze only softened. “Some cannot love, but Sirius and I, we have so much love to give to our brothers,” She paused, brushing his hair back, “Tadase forgave me, and he is safe in my love,” she tilted Regulus’ chin up, “Forgive your brother, and you will feel just how much love he has to give. He will never leave you again.”

Regulus wailed, his shoulder shook as he sobbed harshly, Brielle simply rubbed his back as she sang her lullaby for the boys.

Remus watched in silent study. He knew mermaids were in tune with the emotions of others. And if what Brielle said was true, then perhaps there was more to Sirius Black than being a complete idiot. After listening to the lullaby for a few minutes, Remus left the boys with Brielle as he went back to check on Sirius, only to find the raging idiot shouting at the crew demanding for his brother.

Sirius somehow had gotten a hold of a sword and was holding one of the crew hostage. “I want to see Regulus!” His skin had returned to a healthy pale tone, his eyes were focused and his strength clearly returned.

Remus felt a headache coming on. A big one. He sighs, “If you think holding one of my crewmates hostage is a good tact to see your brother, you are a bigger fool than I thought.”

Sirius glared. “You, who do you think you are keeping my brother away from me?”

“Who do I think I am? Someone who cares about your brother despite only knowing the boy for nearly a week.” He simply retorts.

“Oh like I am supposed to believe that. The Blacks have been chased after by the navy for years, you really think I’m going to believe you’re not holding him for leverage, or for a reward?” Sirius glared.

Remus glared in return, “You should be thankful you’re even alive. That poison is fast acting. I’d mind your words.”

Sirius gave a humorless laugh, “Oh like I’d expect you to understand. I would travel to the pits of hell for him.” He pressed the blade closer to the crew man’s neck. “Where is he?”

Before Remus could retort, a melodious song reached their ears. The crew men's eyes began to droop, falling into a trance.

Quinn stumbled, his hand reaching for the railing to keep himself upright, Opal slowly lowered to the ground, Sirius’ grip on the dagger loosened, falling to the deck.

Remus blinked in confusion, he turned to the source of the song and saw Brielle standing on deck, holding onto the wall to steady herself, she was singing everyone to sleep.

Sirius collapsed, Quinn fell unconscious. Opal layed down and fell asleep on a bag of rice. Brielle walked closer to Remus, who remained unaffected since he was a mer as well.

Min-Jun walked towards him, glaring at Brielle. “Could you not?”

Brielle eyed Min-Jun in puzzlement, but did stop her song. Min-Jun walked to Sirius. Remus only watched Min-Jun in bewilderment.

Why hadn’t the song affected The Captain of the Dragon’s Pearl?

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megabees · 4 years

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I am still thinking about that Yasha scene, and how it is such a peak for her arc. We all said that the harp scene in Vo was a turning point, and it was, but I think this is the true moment we see her forgive herself, pledge herself to the Mighty Nein and focus on growth.

When we meet Yasha, we get very little of her backstory. We learn that she follows the Stormlord in Episode 9, we learn that she’s from Xhorhas in Episode 14, we learn she has wings in Episode 19. There are other things we learn, mostly about her book and Molly, but those are the main backstory elements. Then her first dream with the Stormlord. In Episode 20, Yasha dreams of a wasteland of worms, finding herself dizzy, confused and desparate. In this, she is saved by the Stormlord, who says “ You walk the right path. Be strong. Don't forget who you were, and decide who you will become.”

She’s walking the right path. She’s letting these people in. Then she is kidnapped and Molly dies. She can’t let them close, she flees. But she is brought back to these people again, and they take her on a ship. She sees islands in a vision that she needs to go to. Ship life. Fjord battles with his demons, everyone but her fights a dragon in the Happy Fun Ball, the waves crest. Second vision, on the deck of the ship. This time she sees Zuala, happy and then skeletal. “Loss. Loss is excruciating. Loss is paralyzing. Loss is inevitable. Loss can bring sorrow, bring hate, bring cruelty and darkness.“ Burning huts, then our first glimpse of Obann, telling her her anger is beautiful. “Loss can instead teach you what is important. It offers perspective. It offers focus, might, the courage to protect what has not yet been lost. To be alone, to push others away can prevent loss, but it also prevents growth, strength, purpose. How much, how many will you lose until you find your strength?” Back to the storm. “Show me. Show me what is important, what is worth protecting. This storm was birthed only for you.”

We learn about Zuala, following this vision. “I fell in love with someone else that was not chosen for me, and we got married privately. They found out and the punishment for that is death, and they killed her and I ran away, so I... I am a coward, I guess. I don't know if my heart could ever be healed, but I'm okay with that. I feel like if it were put back together then that means Zuala would be gone. I know one day I want to go back there. I don't know where she was buried, but I have so many flowers to bring to her.” How can Yasha forgive herself when she still thinks herself a coward? She feels she is cursed to lose those who loves.

The party goes to Xhorhas. They give the beacon up. Nott, Yeza, Veth, Bren, Luc. Third vision, in the giant stronghold. It’s Obann. Yasha is standing on a pile of bodies. They’re overturned and it becomes Molly, Jester, Caleb, all of her loved ones. Yasha is terrified. What has she done? How can she let these people in if they are bound to die? She forces a fourth vision.

Shackled, bound, in a storm. “You have done terrible things and you are capable of doing terrible things. Your strength is not wholly your own. You are still shackled, child. Fight against them. Don’t let the iron be your strength.” She thinks of her friends, she thinks of the Mighty Nein. She is still shackled.

We meet Obann, for real this time. Yasha remembers. Is she truly herself? She goes with him. She has no control. The Mighty Nein are just another obstacle. Her memories are faint, she is death and destruction only. The Mighty Nein work like hell to get Yasha back. Fjord gets the Star Razor. Caduceus meets the Dusts. They kill the permaheart in the Happy Fun Ball. For Yasha, her time is spent with Obann, The Inevitable End, The Laughing Hand. They storm the Cobalt Soul. Final confrontation, in the Cathedral. Yasha is returned to herself, Obann and the Laughing Hand are killed. Apologies. Anger. Self-Flagellation. She doesn’t want to be alone but she’s hurt these people. Fifth vision. No words, just a cliff side to climb. At the peak, a sunrise and a welcoming rain. Her wrists, unshackled. A sense of pride from the Stormlord. Growth. Forgiveness. Healing. She begins to let these people in again. Talks with Beau, with Caleb, with Caduceus and Jester. She watches Beau almost give herself up to the hag, we head onto the water for Travelercon. Sixth vision. Again, we find ourselves at a cliffs edge, this time before a giant canyon. She leaps, she begins to fall. Calls out to the Stormlord for help (he blasts her with lightning as her help but okay). Bamfs Out the Wings, and Yasha soars. “You are worthy, both of my guidance and of your own acceptance. This path before you is long and I won’t let you stray.”

We think this is her turning point, but it is not. On Rumplecusp, we watch relationships begin to be formed more. Jester is falling apart, Caduceus is having a Very Bad Day, but Yasha is kinda thriving. She plays a beautiful harp song, carries Beau again, makes a decent amount of jokes. The viewer can see that she’s more comfortable with herself. She is healing, she is forgiving herself. Her wings, while still skeletal, begin to feather. Most recent vision. A feather, on a pool. A storm brewing, illuminating everything around her. Do not run from yourself. Overcome what falters, and rise stronger. She grabs the feather, lets the lightning hit her, and there is a clear path above. But below, there is Zuala. She could join her, still. She could stay with her love. So many she’s lost, all below the surface, easily reached. Can she let go of her past, remembering it for the good but not letting it control her?

I have to go.

And Yasha leaps. With that, she hears Zuala’s final words. “I’m proud of you. Do not let me be your shackle.”

She can see from above the continents, she is no longer tethered. Yasha forgives herself, and she is free.

#yall: shut up about yasha shut up #me: NEVER #god what an arc #i love her #yasha nydoorin #yasha #critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #cr meta #also then she has a terrible boss fight with vokodo but who cares #anyway come to me for all your yasha needs #people make meta about the emo boys but never about the emo women #also man #ashley johnson #i would die for you

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 4 years

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Daughter of War

Part 2

Summary: It’s been month since she’s been kidnapped. Everyone think she’s gone, everyone moved on. She lost hope of being rescued. Until she’s put in the closet of a certain boat. And a certain assassin happens to be there too.

Requested by anon: Can you do a Mitch Rapp x reader where she is hurleys daughter and she went missing a while back because ghost kidnapped her so when he’s fighting Mitch on the boat she’s in a closet on the boat and mitch takes her with him and she reunites with her dad

Characters: Stan Hurley, Mitch Rapp, Ghost, Reader

Word Count: 2331

A/n: So I finally found the courage to post this fic! (Cause like aways I think it sucks) Yes, it was about time! So this isn’t proofreaded, as always, sorry for any mistakes, and thank you, anon who requested this, and I hope you like it! Feedback are always appreciated!

She was the daughter of a veteran.

It was how everyone remembered her. In the past. No name, no identity of her own. She was just the daughter of a veteran who was no longer there. For months, her disappearance had remained without news. People began to think of the worst. Then she ceased to exist in the eyes of everyone. All considered her dead. End of the story. She was gone. They talked about her like a thing of the past.

She was the daughter of a veteran. But the veteran, meanwhile, never stopped looking for her. To hope to see his daughter again was what made him go through life during all this time. Every day he looked outside by the window, waiting. Every night, he looked at the starry sky hoping that she would find her way back, or the comfort she used to have in looking at the stars with him when she was younger. But the man who was known to never know fear or despair, even when kidnapped, even when he was tortured, was again put into his worst nightmare for the second time. The first being the day of the disappearance of his child. The second, the day Ghost snatched him from his home for revenge. But the bomb in front of him was not the only part of his plan and it was not what made the veteran's blood freeze in his veins, no. It was the words that came out of the mouth of his former student, now enemy.

“So, Stan. How’s your daughter doing- oh. Doesn’t matter. Since...You’ll say hello to her in the afterlife… where I sent her… her screams were particularly enjoyable to hear, I must say.”

Anger boiled his blood. Rage burned his muscles. The hatred was such that Stan didn’t even feel the handcuffs going into his skin as he pulled with all his might on them, staring at the man who had just confessed the murder of his child. No words could describe how he felt. A strong mixture of anger, fear, and sadness.

He had killed her. He had killed his daughter, Y/n.

She was only the daughter of a veteran. A veteran who had many enemies. A veteran who made one mistake.

When Mitch Rapp entered the warehouse where his mentor was locked up, he didn’t find the veteran who didn’t know fear. There, he found a broken man, a man about to give up. The assassin had never seen him in this state. He knew that something more serious than the injuries, burns, cuts and even more serious than his severed finger had happened.

Mitch didn't ask any question, just like he was teached to do. His golden eyes fell on the man in front of him silently. First he tried to untie him and free him of that painful posture he was in. But when Stan pushed him away, saying to follow Ghost, that there was more to it than him, that the bomb absolutely had to be stopped, Mitch froze and plunged his pupils into that of the veteran. There was something else. Something else he wanted Mitch to know, to do, without asking out loud. A blazing hatred, frightening, even, could be easily read in his eyes. That fire meant only one thing.

Kill that bastard.

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Mitch Rapp was an assassin.

Not in the past tense. He still is. And he probably will be for the rest of his life. When he lost his fiancé, something deep inside of him broke into a thousand pieces. The pieces were lost, scattered, and no matter what he did to pick up the mess, there would always be some missing. It didn't matter who he killed, who he saved, whether his revenge was accomplished or not. He would never be the same again. And in his eyes would always remain that extinguished light, that darkness, a pain that would never really go away. It was this exact pain that Mitch had seen in his mentor's eyes. The pain of mourning, mix with the anger of revenge. He knew the pain, he knew it by heart. Stan couldn't take revenge on his own. There was too much at stake. He trusted Mitch to do it. And that's what Mitch was planning to do.

The battle in the boat was one of the most difficult battles that Mitch had in his life. Not the one against the terrorists, or against other assassins as practice at the barn, no. On this boat going too fast on waves that were too strong, it was impossible to be stable and keep his weapon in his hand for more than a few seconds. In addition, the stress of the bomb that could explode at any moment added even more difficulty. The incessant ticking reminded him of the imminent danger that laid near him.

After many hits. Many insults launched at each other. Cut, punch in the stomach, or fall to the floor due to the strong waves, Mitch got the upper hand. He stuck the knife into Ghost's throat, just like the veteran had shown him during their training. The blade in front of the soft flesh, then, a quick and strong hit on the handle. The blade then entered the throat like a knife into butter. Mitch watched Ghost's face suffocate for a moment from the lack of air, then with the blood going up in his mouth. Killing him how Stan had shown him seemed like a nice way to avenge him, no matter what was the goal of his revenge.

Mitch took the bag containing the bomb and the radio before starting to climb outside when he heard a sound coming from the closet. Not taking a chance, the assassin recovered the knife from Ghost's inert body and advanced cautiously towards the source of the noise. He then quickly opened the door, ready to fight whoever was hidden there. His eyes rested on a figure in the far corner of the closet, so curled up on itself that he couldn't know exactly who it was. Lowering his knife, he crouched down to the height of the person to better see, and what he saw made him froze for a sec. It was a girl, quite young, rope holding her wrists together and tape on her lips to silence her from any scream. She was so scared, even he could sense the pure and intense fear in his bones just by looking at her. Resting the knife on the floor to show her he meant no harm, Mitch removed the tape from her mouth as gently as he could.

"Everything’s fine," Mitch murmured in a low voice that he tried to make as reassuring as possible. But his dirty, wounded face and the blood-covered knife did nothing to reassure the scared girl, even if he wasn’t holding the weapon anymore. Frightened, she looked at him with big, scared eyes, only hoping that her nightmare would end soon. When the assassin took the knife back in his hand and advanced the blade towards her, she was sure it was the end. If the man who had kidnapped her didn't kill her, the one in front of her would do the job. Closing her eyes, the girl placed her hands protectively in front of her face in a desperate attempt to protect herself, like it could possibly save her. A small snap rang in her ears, however. And the next moment, the rope that held her wrists tied fell to her feet. And when she opened her eyes, the man dressed in all black was no longer there.

The girl glanced out of her prison to see if the way was clear. At the same time, the boat made a sudden movement to the left, rolling her out of the wardrobe. Her back hit the wall and she winced in pain as she tried to get to her feet, realizing that the person in charge of the boat had suddenly turned around. And then, that's where she saw it. The blood. All over the floor. But more particularly on a person.

The man who had kidnapped her was lying motionless, except when he was slipping on the floor covered in blood with each wave that hit the boat. And although the sight of a corpse was new to her, that all the blood made her nauseous, the girl only felt hatred towards the dead man. He had held her captive for so long. And she was relieved, happy, even, that he was dead. His eyes wide open stared at the ceiling, frozen in an expression of fear and defeat. Perfect.

Stepping over the body, the girl did the best she could to walk to the stairs that would allow her to climb onto the deck of the boat, where she suspected that the other man, the one who had killed her kidnapper and who was now in control of the boat, was. She lost her balance a couple of times before reaching the staircase. But not once did she turn to look at the body behind her. And not once did she feel pity for him.

She was the daughter of a veteran, after all.

When she climbed on the deck, she immediately saw the man dressed in black that saved her. He had his back turned to her. He was standing behind the wheel and was talking in a walkie talkie with someone. From where she was standing, she couldn’t decipher what they were saying, especially with the strong wind and waves crashing all around. Then she saw the man took a bag and tossed it overboard in the water.

She couldn’t help but wonder who he was. What he was doing here. What was his story. He was so mysterious, enigmatic. She didn't know him, but she knew one thing just by seeing him. And when he turned to her to signal her to come closer, this certainty was confirmed. Everything was in the eyes. He was an assassin.

She felt the wind from the propellers before seeing or even hearing the helicopter. Her hair, soaking in sweat from being locked up for so long, lifted and flew all over her face as she approached the assassin who stuck her close to him without saying anything. A cable descended from the helicopter, cable that the man tied around her waist and his own, making everything quickly very secure. Then he pulled on the rope to signal to those in the helicopter to pull them up. As her feet left the ground, the girl panicked a little. By reflex she held onto the thing closest to her, which was, in this case, the assassin. If it bothered him, he didn't show it and put an arm around her waist to stabilize her against him. And when she looked up to look at him, something in her changed. The fear and stress that she had felt for months, locked up, dragged everywhere by her kidnapper, was no longer there. When she was in the arms of her savior, nothing seemed to be able to reach her. She felt safe, protected, things she didn’t feel since a very long time. And that, even though she knew that the man who saved her was an assassin.

When they were high and close enough to the machine, hands got out of the cabin to grab them. The man lift himself up, making sure she had a grip too, before falling inside, still tied one to another. It was only when she was safely in the helicopter that the girl heard the voice she thought she would never hear again.

“Y/n…?”

Raising her head, Y/n froze, recognizing the face in front of her. Although it was covered with fresh wounds and bruises, he wasn’t hard to recognize. After all, she was used of seeing him always covered in cuts due to his work.

The girl couldn’t say anything. The sob that stuck in her throat prevented her from speaking and even breathing. For long seconds, they only looked at each other without moving, the shock of seeing each other paralyzing them both. Him, because he thought he had lost her only a few hours earlier. And she, because she wasn’t expecting to see him again so quickly, as if all this was only a dream. But once the mist cleared, once she was convinced it was real, she hastened to untied the cable to jump into the arms of the veteran whom she hadn’t seen for too long. Tears of relief ran down her cheeks uncontrollably, even though she thought she cried all the tears in her body from begging her kidnapper to let her go, long ago.

Mitch stood up and sat in the seat opposite his mentor and fastened his belt shut. Then he watched the reunion in front of him for a few seconds, finally understanding why. Why Stan was the way he was when he first met him. How he became the man he is now. And he understood. Understood that his revenge, Ghost's murder, was for her, his daughter. The assassin met the veteran's gaze. And again, they didn't need words to communicate. Mitch would never have thought one day he would read such things in the eyes of the man in front of him. Recognition. Happiness. And above all, peace, a peace of the soul, of the heart, of the mind. He had his daughter back. And although deep down, Mitch was happy for his mentor and the girl, he could only feel one thing, one emotion stronger than all the others.

Envy. Jealousy. A desire, pure and simple, for the one thing he could never have. The return of the person he loved.

"You should buckle up," Mitch muttered loud enough to be heard, looking away. “The bomb is about to explode.”

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lyssismagical · 4 years

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10 or 21 or 44 for the angst/fluff prompts thing :DD

10 - “Don’t you dare touch”

44 - “Hold still”

{TW for a bit of violence, home invasion}

Peter’s a superhero.

He’s capable of the impossible. Lifting tons of mass with ease, anticipating bad things before they happen, an inhumanly quick reflex, sticking to any surface.

He’s capable of a lot so he doesn’t get scared easily. Nothing really fazes him anymore.

But this?

This is where the fear sets in, running his blood cold.

It was meant to be simple, just babysitting Morgan for the day while Tony and Pepper had a few meetings in the city to do. And it was fine, Peter’s babysat dozens of times before.

But people broke into the cabin. People who don’t care about the secrets in the lab or the millions of dollars worth of art and technology throughout the cabin. They don’t care about taking anything. They had somehow knew that Tony and Pepper would be gone because they focus in on Peter and Morgan as their targets.

There’s only three of them in the living room, but Peter can count at least six more standing guard outside the front door, and more circling around the house.

Peter would’ve been alright if he were home alone, if it were just him, if he were in the suit, but he’s not. He doesn’t even have his webshooters on, having left them in his nightstand earlier, and Morgan’s tucked behind him, hands clinging onto the back of his shirt and hiding her face.

“What do you want?” Peter asks, trying his best to play off his fear. “I don’t want any problems here, okay? You want money, tech, blueprints? I’ll give you whatever you want if you leave us alone.”

It’s what Tony’s been teaching Peter. He taught as the situation where Peter gets kidnapped, this is the kind of thing he’s supposed to say. He’s supposed to give up anything for his own safety.

One of the guards laugh, slinging his big gun over his shoulder. “We’re not here for that, kid. We’re here to make some demands to dear old Stark.”

“Demands? For what?”

“Spider-Man,” another man says, looking over his shoulder at the door. “Stark knows the bug, we’ve heard.”

Peter nearly corrects him. He would’ve if it weren’t for Morgan, cowering behind him. Arachnid, not bug.

The last guard in the room, a woman, lifts her helmet off and sends the kids a cold smile. “Alright, I’ve gotten the go ahead. Call Stark.”

Peter wishes his phone wasn’t on the table already. Wishes he could’ve made the excuse to send Morgan upstairs for a phone, but it’s too late for that.

He pulls up Tony’s contact, apprehensively eyeing the weaponry aimed at them. They haven’t been particularly aggressive yet, but Peter doesn’t want to doubt their capabilities to hurt them if necessary.

“Listen,” Peter says before dialing. “Please, can we do this without her? She doesn’t need to see this.”

Morgan lets out a quiet whimper in response, tucking herself closer to Peter who wraps an arm around her and squeezes reassuringly.

“Call Stark,” the woman repeats gruffly like she doesn’t have the time for Peter’s requests.

Tony picks up on the third ring. “Kid? I’m out of the meeting in like fifteen, can this wait that long?”

“They want Spider-Man, Tony,” Peter says carefully. “There are a lot of people with guns threatening me and Morgan if you don’t hand over Spider-Man.”

“Am I on speakerphone?” Tony asks, voice low with barely concealed anger.

“Yes, sir,” Peter says dutifully, looking up at the woman with the gun still trained on him.

The woman sneers at him, letting her gun fall to her side to free up one of her hands to deck him.

Morgan cries out like she’s the one who got hit, hands grappling to pull herself tighter against Peter’s back, squishing herself between him and the back of the couch where they’ve been sat.

Peter’s gotten pretty used to getting punched. He’s been punched by everybody from Captain America to Flash. It’s not really a big deal anymore, but he hates that Morgan’s seeing this. He hates that it scares her.

“If you just hit my kid, I swear to god, I’ll kill you.”

“I’m not going to kill him, Stark,” the woman says, rolling her eyes. “We’ll all leave if you give us Spider-Man.”

Peter would tell them he was Spider-Man, but he’s terrified that as soon as they kill him, they’ll hurt Morgan too. He can’t let that happen, but he can’t think of any other way out of this.

Tony’s not the superhero he once was. He doesn’t have suits on hand anymore, the majority of them destroyed. The only thing he kept is a few of the gauntlet-watches, just in case. Peter can’t think of way that even Tony could get them out of this situation.

“I can’t just give you Spider-Man. I don’t have him on speeddial, I’ve just made him a couple suits. I don’t know him,” Tony says, but he sounds panicked already.

The woman rolls her eyes again. “That’s a lie, Stark, and everyone knows it. Give us Spider-Man and we’ll let your children go.”

“I can’t give you Spider-Man,” Tony repeats. “I can give you a general idea of where he might be, I could tell you where I see him most often. I could even tell you some things about him, but I don’t even know him.”

Peter sees the fist coming, but he doesn’t flinch away or block it like his body wants him to. He can’t let them know he’s Spider-Man.

He spits out the blood that’s pooled in his mouth onto the shoes of the woman, wincing when some of it gets on the expensive rug. He hopes Pepper will forgive him for that.

But Peter doesn’t really care about himself, what he does care about is the hands that reach for Morgan who lets out an awful sob as she clings to Peter.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Peter shoves the hands away from her, glaring up at the two men. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, but don’t fucking touch her.”

“This is where you draw the line?” The man asks, lifting an eyebrow behind the glass of his mask incredulously.

Peter barely contains the protective growl that rises in his throat when the woman reaches out for him again. “Please, just let her go. I promise, I know where Spider-Man is, but I’ll only tell you if you let her go and swear you won’t hurt her.”

The woman contemplates for a moment before grabbing his phone from his hands. “Fine. As you wish. But if you don’t make do on your promise, I’ll put a bullet in both your heads. And Stark? We don’t need you anymore, so I hope this means you’ll get to come home to your children.” She ends the call before he can say another word.

Peter turns to Morgan, carefully prying her hands away from his shirt and getting her to look up at him. “Hey, pumpkin, could you brave for me? Just for a little bit?”

“Petey?” Morgan says. She looks so young, so scared, and it tears Peter’s heart in two.

“I want you to go to our secret spot, okay? Can you do that for me? And don’t come out until me or your daddy or mommy come get you, alright?”

Morgan sniffles, slowly letting go of Peter and nodding. “Okay.”

“Good. I’ll come get you as soon as I can, I promise.”

Peter keeps a careful eye on the three guards as Morgan takes off up the stairs. She’s headed to their fort. There’s a mostly secret pathway from Peter’s window into the treehouse.

Now that he’s alone and Morgan’s relatively safe and Tony should be home soon, Peter doesn’t need to think twice before putting himself in harms way.

He’s a good fighter, strong and coordinated, spidey-sense and reflexes backing him up, but he’s not used to fighting weaponless.

Without his webshooters, without Karen, without any of the features the suit gives him, it’s unnatural and it throws him off a little to be fighting solely with his body. Especially against all of their weapons.

As soon as the first gunshots go off, more guards start flooding in from the front and back doors, guns blazing.

He can’t even web them up, so he’s forced to knock out all of his opponents, something he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing. He can feel his knuckles split as he takes out two more guards, kicking back with socked feet, to get another one.

Pain explodes through his side and he gasps, one hand fumblingly covering the wound as he continues fighting.

The second bullet that hits him is worse, knocking him to the ground when searing pain shoots through his leg, but he hears the woman shout for the girl, and he knows he has to get back up.

He throws a little bit more of superstrength behind the punch that he throws at the woman, a sick kind of relief flooding through him when she falls, gun slipping from her grasp.

Tires squeal as Tony’s car finally pulls up outside, just as Peter’s taking out the rest of the guards.

Tony throws open the front door just in time to see Peter fall to the couch, surrounded by a sea of unconscious guards.

“Peter!” Tony gasps, hurrying over with a first aid kit already in hand, probably the one he keeps in the car’s glove compartment. “God, kid, I leave for one day and this is what happens? No wonder May sends you my way instead of letting you stay home alone.”

“Morgan-”

Tony shushes him, standing up to grab a towel from the kitchen. Peter squirms on the couch, trying to make him understand, he needs to make sure Morgan’s okay, he needs her to know that he’s okay too.

But Tony grabs his shoulder and coaxes him back onto the couch.

“Morgan, please, she-”

“Pepper’s got her,” Tony says. “Treehouse, right? Now, hold still.”

Peter does as told, letting Tony press the towel against his side and his leg before popping open the first aid kit to get Peter’s stitches down. Thankfully, they’re just grazes, it could’ve been a lot worse, but both wounds only need a few stitches just in case.

“Petey!” Morgan shouts, squirming out of Pepper’s arms as soon as they make it to the front door.

Luckily, Tony’s practice has made him pretty good at stitching so he’s gets the gauze taped over the wounds just in time for Morgan to come barreling onto the couch again, fingers instantly finding their places in his shirt.

“Thanks for being so brave for me, pumpkin,” he says, grinning at her.

Pepper’s nose crinkles at the mess of her living room and beckons to the three of them. “C’mon. I’ll get the police here and we’ll go get some ice cream, okay? Get out of here for a few hours.”

That easily gets both kids to perk up. “Ice cream?”

Morgan races towards the car parked haphazardly in the driveway and Pepper rolls her eyes in amusement, heading after her.

Tony carefully helps Peter up to his feet, keeping an arm sturdily around his waist, taking Peter’s weight. “Thanks for keeping her safe. You did perfect.”

Peter flushes at the praise, ducking his head. “Would’ve been better if I had my webshooters on me.”

“Yeah, I could’ve done without the injuries, but still did good, kid.”

Smiling, Peter relaxes against Tony’s side. “Thanks, Tony. Ice cream?”

“Yeah, you deserve it after all this.”

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pxedpiper · 4 years

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Horizon (11)

Plot Summary: Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.

Pairings: Ateez x Reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and sexual implications throughout the fic, nothing ever specified in detail

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A/N: we back at it again at the quick updates it seems bc this chapter did NOT give me any troubles lmao, let’s hope that stands bc we are already in the second arc !!! we about to have some fun from here on out lmao

“What the hell does that damned bastard what with us?” Hongjoong cursed, storming from his quarters down to the main deck with Wooyoung trailing behind him, looking over at the ship that was steadily making it’s way towards The Utopia. “We have nothing he could possibly want, unless-!”

“Me,” You cut him off, having come down from the crow’s nest with San, who was now gripping onto your shoulders in comfort, “He wants me, he has to, there can’t be any other reason. He’s the only one other one who knows I’m a princess.”

“He’s not getting you back,” San stated, a dark tone in his voice as he glared at the approaching ship, “We’ll make sure he doesn’t come near you.”

“San’s right,” Hongjoong nodded, agreeing with his carpenter, “Sweet sold you to me, so he has no right to try to take you back again, as technically, as much as I hate to say this, you’re mine. I only bought you to get you out of that situation, but those are technically the rules. He knows that as well as anyone else, he shouldn’t be trying to get you back.”

“He’s a hideous man, both in appearance and soul,” You muttered, but they could all hear you, “He’s not the type to honor an agreement of any kind, even if it did benefit him.”

“Sad to say, she’s right,” Yeosang sighed, appearing next to you and San, “He’s the only one other than us who’d know her worth, and if he’s running low on funds, so to speak, it’s not unlike him to try to get her back if it’ll get him more cash in the end.”

“Well then, let him try!” Wooyoung replied, a gleam in his eye that made you a bit nervous, “We’re more than ready to take him on in any fight! He doesn’t stand a chance against the Pirate King, after all!”

“You shouldn’t underestimate him, Wooyoung,” Hongjoong shook his head, “I may outrank him, so to speak, but he’s plenty strong and crafty as well, especially if he managed to kidnap a princess of all people.”

“You didn’t believe that at first,” Wooyoung answered, slightly accusatory towards the captain.

“And was I right about it?” A silence rang out as Wooyoung couldn’t find a response for Hongjoong’s question, “Exactly. Get everyone on deck right now, we have to be ready for anything.” With a nod, Wooyoung left to go do just that, taking Yeosang along with him to find Seonghwa, Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho.

San was still holding onto your shoulders, turning his head to you as he softly asked, “Are you okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, “I’m alright. I just have to make sure I don’t show him any fear, he can’t know I’m afraid of him.”

“That’s right,” Hongjoong nodded, “That’s the exact attitude you need to have. You don’t have anything to fear anyway, he’s not getting ahold of you. You’re a member of my crew now, and I protect my crew members. He’s not getting anywhere near you, alright?”

“Right,” You took another deep breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come, before putting on the expressionless face that you used to wear before you trusted the pirates, “I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not going with him without a fight this time, it won’t be as easy as before.”

“There you go,” Hongjoong smiled, “We’ll make sure you stay safe, like we promised. Now, let’s get ready, shall we?”

From there, the other crew members joined you on the deck (Jongho storming out, promising to fist fight Sweet himself if he got the chance, and you barely managed to calm him down before he got too angry). San stayed close to you, but now Jongho was on your other side, both of them standing protectively over you as you all waited for Sweet to reach the ship. Seonghwa and Yunho stood not too far from you as well, the both of them sending you concerned looks that you responded with reassuring ones. Yeosang, Mingi, and Wooyoung stood near Hongjoong, all of them stoic (which was a sight you weren’t used to seeing) as they stayed silent, the energy around the ship being tense. You found yourself wishing that this could all be over with so that the lively air of the ship could return, but unfortunately you knew it wouldn’t be so simple.

Eventually, the familiar sound of the gang plank hitting the deck hit your ears, and Elias Sweet was grinning in front of you once again, though upon closer inspection, it looked as though both he and his ship were worser for where than you last remembered. Still, though, the sight of him filled you with disgust, making you feel as dirty as the day he had taken you from your family and brought you to Port Royal. It hadn’t been too long, maybe at most a month or two, but it didn’t change anything about him, and it was clear to see from the way he carried himself.

“Well, now, Pirate King, what a surprise! I hadn’t expected to see you out here, it’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He greeted, his words cheerful but his tone taunting, “Thought perhaps maybe we should catch up, while we had the chance.”

“What do you want, Sweet?” Hongjoong growled, “Let’s not pretend we’re friends, now, and don’t act as if you have any business with us. Just get to the point and then get the hell off my ship.”

“Now, don’t be rude! You may be the Pirate King, but I’m still your elder, have some respect. And don’t say I don’t have any business with you when you bought something very important from me,” Sweet replied, his grin sickeningly sweet, “Speaking of which, where is our little bird, anyway? I would love to see her again.” Looking around at the crew, he spotted you and his grin grew wider, “Ah, there she is. Hello, little bird. Did you miss me?”

“Go to hell,” You responded flatly, a stone cold look in your eyes.

This only made him laugh, however, throwing his head back as he cackled, “Ah, the same as ever, I see! Tell me, which one of these men were the ones to, ah, break you in, let’s say? Or did the great Pirate King himself have the honor?”

“Why, you-!” Jongho made to go towards him, but you stopped him before he could get too far, though you yourself could’ve killed him yourself in that moment had you not been holding yourself back.

“Enough,” Hongjoong spoke up, “Make your business known, Sweet, before I throw you off this ship myself.”

“I told you, show some respect,” Sweet growled, finally dropping the smile he’d had the entire time, “What an ungrateful brat you are, clearly you’re letting the Pirate King title get to your head. Better watch out before someone else steals it from you.”

“If someone were to, it certainly wouldn’t be you,” Hongjoong replied coolly, his voice low as he ignored the scathing glare Sweet was sending him, “Now, stop stalling and tell me what you want. I’m losing my patience.”

“I don’t want anything,” Sweet finally relented, “Just thought I’d give a warning, as a little gift, let’s say. The Royal Navy’s on the lookout for the little bird over there, stopping any pirate ship that they come across instead of shooting first like usual. Seems her parents want her back, her father himself is joining the searches.” This made you freeze in place. Your parents were looking for you? That wasn’t something you had considered, you’d figured they think you dead and not bother.

“What?” Hongjoong voiced your thoughts, his own shock apparent, “How do you know this?”

“I… may have had another… interaction with them, so to speak,” Sweet picked his words carefully, but Wooyoung couldn’t be fooled that easily.

“They kicked your ass, didn’t they?” He laughed out loud, “It’s so obvious, look at the state of your ship! You’re not looking so great yourself either, but then you never look good anyway, so I didn’t want to bring it up.”

“You little…” Sweet glowered at Wooyoung, then cleared his throat as he collected himself, “Right, well, that’s not the point. The point is, they’re on the lookout for her, and they’re paying a very pretty price to anyone who brings her back. Much more than what you paid for her, I assure you. And well, when they saw she wasn’t with me anymore, well.” He shrugged, “They certainly weren’t very happy about it.”

“You squealed about where she was, didn’t you?” San spoke up, an accusatory tone in his voice, “It wouldn’t make sense for them to just let you go if you didn’t give them something in return.”

“Squealing is for pigs, and I’m no pig,” Sweet retorted, becoming increasingly annoyed with the crew.

Yunho snorted, “Could’ve fooled me, you sure look like one.”

“I didn’t tell them anything,” Sweet ignored Yunho’s comment, although you can tell he was close to snapping at the crew antagonizing him, “But I’m just saying, Pirate King, it might be better to let this little bird free and cut all ties with her. You don’t want a war on your hands, do you? I’d rather have no part in that, myself.”

“I’ll do what I want, thank you very much,” Hongjoong responded, “Besides, if they have no idea where she is, then I don’t see any reason to be concerned. No one here has anything to lose.”

“Oh, they don’t?” Sweet raised an eyebrow, his grin returning as he challenged, “Not even your crew members’ families?” Beside you, you could feel Jongho stiffen, and as you looked around you could see Seonghwa and Mingi in similar states, while Yunho was left in a state of uncertainty. The rest, however, just glowered at him, ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

“You couldn’t possibly know about them,” Hongjoong narrowed his eyes, “I made sure no one knew of anyone who could be used against my crew.”

“Should’ve worked a little harder, then,” Sweet teased, clearly enjoying having the upper hand over Hongjoong.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” You spoke up, “My parents aren’t aware of any family they have, they’re both convinced they don’t care about anyone but themselves. You can’t use that against them.”

“Ah, but if someone were to inform them, then that would be an issue, wouldn’t it…” Sweet’s threat didn’t need to be said, it was loud and clear from the way he was talking. Immediately, Hongjoong was in front of him, his face inches away as he sent him a look full of pure hatred.

“If you so much as even think about touching any of their family,” He started off slowly, the anger in his voice so apparent, you were almost scared yourself, “it won’t be a war you’ll have to worry about. I’ll make sure you don’t live to see it happen, and leave you rotting at the bottom of the ocean as people forget about who you were. You don’t want to start a fight with me.” You couldn’t imagine Hongjoong as the Pirate King more than in this moment. This was the man your father taught you to fear, and it made you glad that he never got that upset at you.

Sweet just let out another laugh, getting in Hongjoong’s face, “Oh, I don’t, don’t I? I beg to differ. I’ve longed to take you out since the minute you started popping up with that damn Pirate King title, as only a teen, no less… A fight with you is exactly the kind of thing I want, I think.”

“Then you’ll get one,” Hongjoong snarled, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t go easy on anyone who threatens my crew.”

“Ah, but let’s make it interesting, why don’t we?” Sweet clapped his hands once, as if he weren’t setting the terms of a battle, “If I win our fight, and I will win, I get the little bird back. I didn’t get to have much fun with her before, wanted to keep her pure for the sales, but I doubt her parents are expecting her to be untouched after being with pirates for so long.” Hearing those words made you feel as though you would be sick, wanting nothing more than to just throw him into the ocean and be done with it.

It seemed Hongjoong agreed, as he immediately shot it down, “Absolutely not. She’s a human being, she’s not some prize you can offer up, and most importantly she is my crew member. I won’t trade her away.”

“I’d like to see you try to stop me when you’re dead!” Sweet laughed yet again, and you once again had to stop Jongho from attacking him. From beside you, you could feel a dark anger come from San, and it looked like the rest of the crew was in a similar state.

Looking at Hongjoong, you told him, “It’s alright, Hongjoong. I trust you to win.”

Clearly not happy with the turn of events, he sighed, “Fine. But if I win, I get your ship. I’m not as low as you as to wager real people. And most importantly, you leave us alone, you hear me? I won’t ever want to see you again after this.”

“Oh trust me, you won’t,” Sweet agreed, “Let’s meet somewhere, like maybe Nassau or-!”

“No,” Hongjoong instantly responded, “Nowhere with civilians. There’s no need to involve them or put them at risk.”

“Well, you’re no fun,” Sweet grumbled, but relented, “Alright then, we’ll meet back here then. I doubt either of us are in, ah, proper conditions to fight yet, so let’s say… three months? That should be enough to get our ships in top form.”

“Bastard just wants to make sure he isn’t at a disadvantage,” Seonghwa muttered, but went ignored. If you were being honest, The Utopia could do with some work as well, having been dealt a bit of damage from Maddox’s storm.

“Very well, then,” Hongjoong agreed, “We’ll meet back here in three months. Until then, however, get the hell off my ship.”

“Very well, very well,” Sweet relented, making his way back to his own ship, but not before giving you another look, “I’ll be seeing you soon, little bird.”

“I hope your ship sinks,” You spat back, not in the mood to deal with him any longer. With a final laugh, Sweet returned to his ship, sailing away as you finally were able to drop your façade. You almost felt yourself sink to the ground if it weren’t for San holding you up, your head in hands in stress.

“Hongjoong, what are we going to do?” Seonghwa asked, a serious look on his face, “He knows about our families, and are we even ready to fight him?”

“We’ll have to be,” Hongjoong answered grimly, “But we have to check up on your families, if you all want.” Seonghwa, Yunho, and Mingi all looked conflicted at the question, but Jongho had no such restraint.

“If you wouldn’t mind, Captain,” The youngest said, “I need to make sure they’re safe.”

“I understand,” Hongjoong nodded, “We’ll head to Tortuga first, to get the proper repairs done, then we’ll head off. And as for you,” He turned to you, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to learn how to fight.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’re one of the crew now, so it’s going to be expected of you to know how to fight,” Hongjoong explained, “It’s sooner than I would’ve liked, but unfortunately fate doesn’t seem to be on our side in this situation.”

“Hongjoong, I’m not exactly built for fighting…” You said, clearly worried about what could happen with you with a sword.

“I know, but I won’t have you defenseless, especially against Elias Sweet of all people,” He replied, “We’ll use the three months given to us to train you, you should be able to hold your own by the time the fight rolls around. San and Wooyoung can teach you.”

“Does this mean that-?” Wooyoung’s excitement was cut short at Hongjoong’s next words.

“Without the actual firing of guns, Wooyoung.”

“That’s not fair! I’ll need to see her shoot in order to see how well she can aim!” Wooyoung argued, making a fairly good point for once.

Hongjoong thought about it, then sighed, “Alright, do what you want, but you need to have Seonghwa watch over you whenever you do, alright?”

“Fiiiiine, you’re no fun, Captain,” Wooyoung pouted, but clearly he wasn’t upset about being able to get what he wanted.

You sighed, wanting nothing more than to just go bundle yourself up in bed and never leave, “This is going to be a long three months… Where are we going, anyway?”

“To where Jongho’s parents and siblings are,” Seonghwa answered, “If Sweet knows about them, then it’s best to make sure they’re alright. There shouldn’t be any way for him to know about any of our families’ existences.”

“I didn’t know you had families, if I’m being honest,” You confessed, feeling guilty for assuming.

Seonghwa waved it off, “It’s really only Jongho, the rest of us… It’s fairly complicated. While some of us have families, per se, we haven’t seen them in years. And Hongjoong, Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung don’t have any at all, so it’s really not them we have to worry about.”

“Are you one of the ones who haven’t seen them in years?” You spoke softly, watching as he became uncomfortable by the question, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s alright,” He shook his head, “I haven’t seen them in six years, ever since I joined Hongjoong. It’s not that big a deal, truly.” Even you could tell that wasn’t true, that there was more to it than that, but you didn’t want to pry and make him say something he wasn’t ready to say.

“So, Jongho’s the only one on good terms with his family, then?” You questioned, trying to make sense of everything.

“Well, I’d sure hope he’s on good terms with them, all things considering,” Wooyoung snorted, not out of malice but rather at the thought Jongho could ever hate his family.

“What do you mean by that?” You looked to them.

“Well, it’s simple, really,” Wooyoung’s next words shocked you more than you would’ve expected.

“His family is the reason he became a pirate in the first place.”

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Let’s talk about Rachel...

Just recently over at Twitter I was commenting on how adult-teenager ships in LiS (and let’s be honest, most similar ships) is creepy as fuck and then I started wondering. What was it that caused Rachel to start going out with older men? Well, in canon she was “desperate” to get out of Arcadia Bay. But just what was going on that drove that need to escape?

While I consider BtS to be creative fanfiction at best, for this initial bit I’m going to pretend parts of it could be canon. So let’s pretend that Rachel’s father was the DA for the area (and chose to live in Arcadia Bay, a town based on Garibaldi Oregon with a population of around 1,000). His ex cleans up her act, gets off of drugs, and tries to get visitation rights for Rachel. He then contracts out the local drug dealer and has her kidnapped and dosed with drugs to “prove” she’s unfit.

The mere rumor of impropriety has sunk the political careers of better men than James Amber. But if Chloe told the truth to Rachel and they tried to spread the truth of what happened to Rachel’s biological mom and he got reelected anyway then yeah. I could potentially see Rachel being disgusted by the entire region and wanting to get the fuck out of what will be future Trump County, willing to vote for the white “law and justice” candidate and ignore the truth.

But somehow this theory falls flat because first, Chloe never tells Max about it, and second, it doesn’t begin to explain why Rachel is into older men. If anything, BtS would have Rachel be more like Chloe - hating older men and not trusting them. Frank, with his old connections to Damon Merrick, would never be trusted - not even after he (unarmed, wounded, and in tremendous pain) was able to save Chloe from an armed and murderous Damon Merrick. Yeah, that honestly doesn’t work.

So now let’s examine just the original game. We have no idea who Rachel’s parents are or what they do. We do know that in the original timeline they gave up looking for Rachel and Chloe is the only one seeking her. We also know that in the William Lives timeline they are still actively seeking Rachel. This suggests that Rachel’s relationship with Chloe somehow soured Rachel’s relationship with her parents.

Rachel is bisexual. She’s the one canon bisexual character in the game (while I understand folk like to see Max as bi due to the shoehorned shoddy relationship she can try to start up with Warren, when you read her journal it’s clear that she actually sees Warren as a brother and is a Narnian lesbian and it snows that first day in Arcadia Bay because she brought snow back with her from the closet she was in) and was in confirmed relationships with Jeffershit and Frank Bowers. Her relationship with Chloe was strong enough that Chloe truly acts like a spurned lover when she learns Rachel was sleeping with Frank. There were also rumors that Rachel was promiscuous with the graffiti and various catty things said about her.

It can be argued that Frank and Jefferson both had one thing Rachel wanted: a means of leaving Arcadia Bay. Chloe had her truck, but while they could leave Arcadia Bay, they’d not get far without money or shelter. Frank had his RV and his drugs were a source of income. Jefferson had contacts in the modeling industry that Rachel desperately wanted. Hell, if it’s to be believed, she even hit on some older male trucker because his truck was a way out of Arcadia Bay. But honestly... this starts to fall short. What was driving Rachel to leave?

Let’s look at the difference between the Prime Timeline and the William Lives timeline once again. When Chloe is in Rachel’s life, her parents have given up looking for Rachel. Only Chloe still seeks her. But in the William Lives timeline, they are still actively looking for her. Chloe seems to be one of the keys here. When Chloe is part of Rachel’s life, her parents have washed their hands of her. When Chloe is not a part of her life? They are worried for her.

Rachel’s parents were homophobes.

Chloe was never one to hide who she is. But let’s be honest... Chloe is also not exactly the most perceptive of people either. There was a wadded up ball of a note in her hideout for six months that she never once opened? She was truly surprised that Frank and Rachel had shacked up? She never once heard the rumors about Rachel and Jeffershit? Chloe was in her own world and that world was Rachel. Her parents were superfluous. Frank was their dealer. Jeffershit was some hipster photographer whose photos Rachel loved. And all those guys that Rachel flirted with? That was nothing, just Rachel getting Chloe’s goat.

So I could easily see Rachel’s parents with a “Southern hospitality” mentality who smile at you and say things akin to “bless your heart” and are quietly saying “fuck you and die slowly in a fire” with those three words. Ironically enough, Chloe was raised by a Southerner who, if she’d ever seen Rachel’s parents interact with Chloe would need David to hold her back because how dare those distinguished individuals say such truly nasty things about her angel. (Only she and David are allowed to treat Chloe like shit.)

Rachel’s parents wrote their daughter off when they realized their daughter was one of them. A lesbian. And she doesn’t swear off from Chloe, promise never to talk to her again. So “she moved away” and Chloe sees them in denial when in fact her parents are politely telling Chloe to go away and never return because it’s Chloe’s fault their daughter is missing, not their own for driving their daughter away from them.

There was no Chloe in Rachel’s life in the William Lives timeline. Her parents are leading the search much like Chloe did. Because their daughter never shamed them by being gay.

When I originally was crafting this examination into Rachel, I must admit my mind was going somewhere... well, it’s not darker per say. Because being in a homophobic environment is pretty damn dark. But I had speculated initially that Rachel was into “older men” because she was being molested. This could still be the case, but it doesn’t quite feel right. Rachel was into Frank and Jeffershit as a means to escape an abusive household. The abuse was not physical, but was emotional and psychological.

But having lived in a homophobic and transphobic household... you want to escape that. It slowly shreds your soul. Having parents that look at you as an insult, who consider your true self to be something that’s ruined their lives? You want to escape that. It colors your actions and views. More, it damages your relationships. Because I wonder if one reason Rachel cheated on Chloe was because of her parents’ reaction to her?

Did Rachel internalize that biphobia and hate? If her parents had been more accepting and loved their daughter and didn’t try to control their daughter’s life, then Rachel may have ended up remaining true to Chloe. More, we might have seen Rachel then as a more positive element in Chloe’s life. Chloe might have ended up trying in school because Rachel encouraged her to. Max may have gone to Arcadia Bay in 2013 to find Chloe was gone... off to college with Rachel Amber. The Amberprice relationship may have ended up healthy because Rachel was in a good place in her life.

It’s a shame that Deck Nine didn’t look at this. They went with a half-assed fanfic with drug dealers and ignoring the fact Joyce started flirting with David six weeks after the death of William and married him before Chloe’s 16th birthday, barely a year after William’s death. They failed to show how the hateful actions of parents can push a child away from them, and lead them down a tragic path. They forgot that conflict is not physical but can instead be psychological and emotional.

Because let’s face it. Many of us can identify with children whose parents don’t approve of them or have disowned them for being Other. Whether that’s queer, artistic, or just “not how we raised you.” Many of us have parents who treat us with disdain for being who we are, instead of some doll they can mold to be what they want to be. If that is the face of Rachel Amber? Then we all can see a glimpse of her when we stare into the mirror.

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hockeytrashgoblin · 3 years

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Ice Cold ~Part 16

A/N: This has way more parts than I planned so oops

I was trying so hard to wake up, to ease William's mind, but I just couldn't. I was aware of pain radiating from my spine and guessed that wasn't fully healed yet. It was getting closer though, I could feel the bones coming together. Once they were I could feel myself coming back. It was like when you're underwater looking up, just about to break the surface. I opened my eyes I noticed everything was brighter. It took me a second to focus on William but when I did my heart was breaking and exploding at the same time. He was so beautiful. I could see everything, every individual eyelash and slight freckle. His eyes had so many more shades than I ever thought possible. He was absolutely gorgeous but he was crying.

"William, baby, don't cry."

"You're awake! Thank God. Thank God. Oh my God." He kissed me between his words. "I didn't think you were going to."

"Why not?"

"You were so weak and so hurt. I thought you didn't get enough of my blood to make a difference."

"I'm strong Willy. I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't know how you fought werewolves off long enough for us to get there."

"That's what they were? I just thought they were gross." I said making him laugh.

"Well they are gross." He laid his head on my stomach and smiled.

"Did you really kill Peter..?"

"I'm sorry love, I thought he'd killed you. I was so upset."

"Will he hurt me. Badly. I would have died if it wasn't for you guys. I don't think he would've stopped if you'd left him alive. I'm not upset with you. Or scared of you so don't even start with that bullshit."

"I love you."

"Love you." I played with his hair while he just laid down quietly.

I stared at him. I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed either. There was just so much detail I never noticed before that made him so much more beautiful than I ever thought before which is really saying something. He wasn't cold anymore which was strange. I must've given something away because he broke our nice silence.

"What's the matter?" He murmured warmly.

"Well I know the voice still works." I teased flicking his nose making him laugh. "I was just thinking about how strange it is that you're not cold anymore. You're really warm now."

"I thought that was going to take some getting used to for me as well but you're still warm to me. No heartbeat and no blushing though are going to be tough."

"I'm sure you'll still know when I'm flustered or embarrassed."

"You just make it so easy." He poked my nose with a big smile on his face.

"Uh hey! Mitch told me to bring this up for (y/n)." Auston said holding a tumbler.

"That smells incredible what is that?"

"It's blood baby."

"Oh. I didn't realize that the smell of it would change so much."

"Mitch put it in a cup because it took him some getting used to. He thought I'd would be easier for you not out of a blood bag."

"That's really sweet. Thanks Auston. Will you tell him thank you for me?"

"Sure I will when he gets back. He and Kasperi went out to hunt. Last night was rough on them. You lost a lot of blood. Everywhere."

"I can never repay you guys for what you did for me. Like I really can't think you enough." I teared up and wiped my eyes getting up.

"Honey don't cry."

"We couldn't let you die." Auston said shrugging.

"You guys risked everything. You chased after werewolves to save me. You're all so brave and incredible. I'm going to hug you Auston."

"You don't have to." He said as I got up.

"Yes I do." I gave him a hug and he just stood there awkwardly before patting my head. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. I'm gonna go now. Give you guys some time together before we have to go to extra practice." He left leaving me confused.

"What does he mean extra practice?"

"Mo and Mitch went to practice yesterday afternoon but the rest of us stayed here because I was unconscious still. We have to go do practice today before the game."

"What time is it?"

"Probably around 7am? 8 maybe? I don't know I've been sitting here all night."

"Oh shit work! I'm so gonna get fired."

"No you won't darling. Mitch called Amy and told her we couldn't find you. It wasn't a lie. I called and told her we found you but that you weren't in good shape. I was crying so she really bought it. It was true you were in really bad shape. Your boss called me while you were still out and I told her roughly what happened."

"What do you mean roughly what happened?"

"The story is that you got kidnapped and the police found you in the abandoned hospital all cut up. You have 2 months off to recover."

"That's so long."

"But if you had to recover from those injuries naturally it would've taken longer than that. I knew you wouldn't want to wait longer. This just gives you a chance to get your bearings and figure out being human again. Speaking of not being human, please drink before it gets sticky. It will be awful then."

"Oh okay." I took the cup from him and brought it to my lips before taking it away. "Is it weird that I'm nervous?"

"Absolutely not baby. Just think of it like a milkshake or something. Dont think of it as what it is. You'll feel better after you're done and I'll be able to see your pretty brown eyes again."

"Oh they aren't brown?"

"No when you first change they'll be red for a little while. Take a drink."

"Okay. Okay. I can do this. It smells good, I can do it." I was nervous and stopped myself a couple times before I just went for it and drank. Once I started I couldn't stop. It was thick which was a weird consistancy but it was sweet and the burning in my throat went away immediately. Before I knew it, it was all gone. I frowned and Will laughed.

"You can have some more later. We have to pace you or you'll over drink. I want you to know when you're full and you'll only know that when you do it slowly."

"Okay that sounds reasonable."

"You'll have to drink more than we do because of how new you are and probably how much blood you lost but still. Pacing yourself is important."

"Okay dad, I get it." I said rolling my eyes.

"Hey I'm just trying to help make this easier on you." He frowned at me and I took his hand in mine.

"I'm sorry William, I know you are. Thank you my love." I gave him a kiss.

"You're not mad at me are you?"

"What? Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"You just seem kind of cranky. I was worried that you regretted changing."

"You think I regret you saving my life? Seriously?"

"Well when you say it like that it sounds silly."

"Because it is silly. I told you I wanted this. I asked you to do it. I knew what I was asking for."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now stop worrying. I'm okay." I smiled at him and grabbed his hand standing up. "Come on, we're going on a walk."

"Are you sure you want to do that right now?"

"Absolutely. I want to be outside right now. Even if we just sit outside or something. I want to experience outside."

"It might be a little overwhelming at first." He said leading the way to the back deck.

"Why?"

"Lots of things to pay attention to and hear."

"Well I should probably get used to that before going back to work right?"

"Yeah I guess this is the best first step for that." He opened the door and as soon as he did there was so much new stuff I wasn't ready for.

I heard the wind, I heard birds singing, birds flying, animals eating and running around. I could see so much further than before, probably a mile or so. If I focused a little I could see a ladybug walking two stories down from me. There was so much to see and hear.

"What do you think?" He asked, running over to me. I heard him.

"Kinda weird that I can hear you move now. I know that's not what you meant."

"I'll find other ways to scare you, don't worry." He grinned and kissed me. "But for real, how do you feel?"

"I never want to go back in the house again. I love this so much. I can see everything! Hear and feel everything!"

"What do you mean feel everything?"

"I don't know just like the wind and water in the air and stuff."

"I don't think that's what you're feeling love."

"It is. Why wouldn't it be?"

"We don't feel that kind of stuff. It's just not that much, we aren't that sensitive."

"Oh. Okay. Maybe it's something else then. Oou! Mitchy is back!"

"He's not back yet babe, he's still pretty far away."

"I'm going to go meet him!"

"Sure (y/n) go ahead!" I jumped off the balcony laughing.

"Willy did you see that?!"

"Sure did baby. Go get Mitch. He'll be excited to see you awake."

"Okay here I go."

I took a deep breath out of habit and took off. It was incredible. If running was like this when I was human I would've done it my whole life. No heavy breathing or sweating or sore legs. And speed! I was so fast! It took no time for me to jump the boys.

"Mitchy!"

"Ow fuck." He yelled falling on the ground.

"Oh come on I can't hurt you!"

"You actually can now. You're pretty strong as a newborn."

"Oh shit I'm sorry. I didn't even think of that." I pulled him up and we started running again back towards the house.

"I'll race you (y/n)."

"I'll kick your ass Kappy."

"Alright then let's go." He went faster and I groaned.

"No fair, you got a head start!" I yelled running after him. To my surprise I overtook him easily. I ran until I saw the house and jumped up the side of the house to William.

"Fuck you're fast." Kasperi said climbing up the stairs like a normal person. Mitch came up a few seconds later.

"This is going to be so fun." Mitch said excitedly.

"I'm so excited to see everything I can do!" I exclaimed, jumping up on the railing.

"Baby get down."

"No! I can't get hurt anymore, I'm going to have fun." I jumped off towards a tree giggling as I flew through the air. I smacked into the tree and hung on. I jumped back over and smacked into William. He was a little sturdier and I didn't knock him over although he did stumble.

"You're going to give me an aneurism."

"No I won't."

"I can't stop you either because you look just so precious." He smiled sweetly and gave me a kiss as Kasperi made a gagging noise going inside the house.

"Do you want to go for a run and maybe a swim?"

"A swim? Will it's cold."

"Won't affect you."

"Oh shit true! Okay yeah let's go!"

We ran for a while. I have no idea how long or how far but eventual we were at these beautiful cliffs with water under them.

"I figured you'd want to jump off of something." He said with a grin.

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guardianofjunmyeon · 4 years

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Finding Atlantis (part 3)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: after reading who do YOU think is the princess? Who is lying, who is telling the truth, WHATS the truth!? It will be revealed next chapter^^

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

You scramble out of your bed at his words. You shove your feet in your boots, sling your sword and gun haphazardly across your body and run out of the room as fast as your feet can carry you. Yixing follows close behind. As soon as you emerge from your quarters, you see that some members of your night crew are being carried to the infirmary for their injuries, and anyone else awake enough to gauge the situation is running around trying to man their stations. You walk to the edge of your ship and your telescope is slapped into your waiting palm.

You set it on the ship in the distance.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen it before. It’s inconspicuous enough. White sails and dark brown hull. You find Baekhyun quickly enough. He’s standing on the main deck with a triumphant smile on his face; Yeri held by two men and bound and gagged at his side. Her eyes are darting around quickly, calculating, trying to find her way out. Baekhyun stands proudly with one hand on his hip. He has his own telescope trained on your ship, and his jewelry gleams in the early morning light.

Seeing your telescope trained on him, he puts his own down, and has the fucking audacity to wave. You close your telescope with a clack loud enough to indicate that you might have broken it, but you don’t care right now.

“Report,” you demand to whoever is at your side.

Junmyeon takes the telescope from your clenched fingers. “They haven’t moved in an hour or so. From the looks of it, they broke out, knocked out the night crew, and kidnapped Yeri while she was awake at her post before they stole a dinghy and rowed over to that ship. We don’t know what they want, but they haven’t made any further moves to hurt her or to run.”

You grit your teeth. He’s gone too fucking far. Kidnapping a member of your crew? You can tolerate his bullshit on a good day, but when it comes to messing with your crew…you might really have to kill the bastard this time.

“Ready all canons. I want Minseok to prepare any cannons we have available with any men we have available.” You clench your empty fist again, and look at Junmyeon who is just as pissed off as you, angry red splotches blooming across his skin. “Hard to starboard and forward sail. We’ve either got a fight or a chase coming, so I want all hands on deck and ready for anything.”

Junmyeon nods and then barks out orders across the ship. You’re going to rip Baekhyun’s heart out through his fucking asshole. You attempt to reel in your temper as your ship closes in on his; you refuse to let him see you unhinged because of his actions. Thinking about the unadulterated happiness it would bring him helps you put on a calmer mask.

His ship doesn’t move, but it is bigger than you expected.

“Ready all canons, but hold your fire until I say so.” Your orders are parroted across the ship, all the way to Minseok who is below deck with Seulgi handling your weapons.

When your ship is broadside, and finally close enough to be within hearing distance of his, he speaks first. “Give us the princess and we’ll let the girl go. You can have her back, we won’t harm a hair on her pretty little head,” he shouts across the distance.

“Eat shit and die!” You shout back. You hear his laugh, loud and clear in the air. Yeri catches your eyes. She widens her own and shakes her head furiously. You swallow down bile at the thought of them hurting her. “You’ll let her go?” you ask. She shakes her head again, begging you not to switch her out. One of his men shoves her hard enough to bring her to her knees. You instinctively take a step forward.

Baekhyun’s eye shines with excitement.

Yeri is strong, you know that, but you won’t let her stay on that ship. Not with him.

“Yep,” he says with a smile large enough to blind you.

You stand with your head lifted and a hand on your gun in case he tries anything funny.

“Let her go, the rest of my crew, and my ship,” you demand.

He leans against the wood railing of his vessel with a relaxed grin. “We’ll let her go, and your ship if you hand over the princess.” He agrees easily.

You look around your ship of men and feel ice filling your veins. Yixing shakes his head desperately from where he stands among your younger crewmen. The fear on their faces is plain.

“Hurry up Captain. Before my kindness runs out,” Baekhyun calls across the water. “I know it’s not her.” Turning away from your men, you watch him pat the top of Yeri’s head with a pout on his face. His pout is exaggeratedly sad. “She’s too young, isn’t she? How old are you sweetie? 17?”

Bless her heart, Yeri manages the meanest look you’ve ever seen her give. It doesn't deter the man it’s directed at. “You don’t scare me, sorry sweetheart.”

There’s not much you can do. He has the upper hand here and you know that he’ll kill her easily if you refuse. Hell, he’ll probably blow the entire ship to bits for the fun of it if you don’t give him what he wants.

You inhale and exhale heavily, in defeat. You won’t risk the safety of your crew over this. His ship is larger and will do more damage in a fight if it came down to it. No matter how skilled your men are at combat… “How do I know you’re true to your word?”

“You have my word, as a pirate, as Captain, and as a man. If it eases your mind, we won’t bring you any harm…princess.” His eye locks on yours. You summon all the rage of the oceans into the glare that you send back.

“Fine.”

Junmyeon grabs your arm. “Captain-”

You shrug him off and turn to face your first mate. “Listen, you all know what to do in situations like this. This isn’t the first time I’ve been away from the ship. I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. We’ll find each other again. Take care of everyone on my ship Junmyeon…they’re all I’ve got.” You grab his hand in yours and try to project strength and confidence. He squeezes yours in turn and nods solemnly at your words.

A plank is extended between your ships, and Yeri is unbound. With shaky steps, she walks across the way. “Don’t try anything funny!” he calls from the other ship.

“Fuck you!” you shout in return. Yeri collides with you in a hug as soon as she’s safely aboard your ship again.

“You don’t have to do this, you could- I could have stayed. You could have let me stay I-”

“No,” you tell her softly. You wipe away the tears on her cheeks and hold her face in your hands. “I have to do this. I won’t let them take you. You belong here.” You say with seriousness. You pat her head gently. “You all know what to do,” you tell your crew softly. “Arae.”

With a deep breath you make your way across the shaking board connecting your ships. The plank is retracted and cold iron is clapped around your wrists once you have made it on the deck of the ship Baekhyun captains.

Baekhyun keeps his eye trained on your ship. “Put her in the brig.” And without a beat more “Fire cannons Alpha and Beta,” he demands.

“NO! WAIT” You lurch forward to escape the hands holding you back. You fight and thrash against the two men tasked with restraining you. Cannons roar around you as you’re dragged below deck. You struggle harder, tears springing to your eyes at the sounds of cannons crashing into wood. At the sounds of your ship being torn apart. Wood splits and you watch in horror as your mainmast begins to collapse.

The last thing you see is the butt of a gun as it sends you into darkness.

~~~

The first thing you register once you’ve regained consciousness is the fact that you’re in a bed and not on the cold hard floor that’s expected of the brig of a ship.

The second thing is that you’re not in the brig at all, but in a bedroom. The Captain’s Quarter’s…you’d recognize it immediately it no matter the ship. It’s dark but you can’t tell if it’s night time or if the thick curtains are exceptionally good at blocking out the sun.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been knocked out. It probably wouldn’t be the last.

You quickly try to pull yourself together.

You pat down your body.

No weapons. Of course. And no irons? You bring your hands up to your face and stare in confusion at the lack of metal around your wrists. Stupid of them, you think.

Your muscles feel tight and heavy from lack of use. You can hear voices outside and pick up Baekhyun yelling at his men.

“Fuck.” You let your head fall back against the headboard of the bed with a thunk. You wince and bring your hand up to where you were hit earlier when you passed out. Bandages. You moan softly at the dull pain behind your eyes and close them. This doesn’t make sense. What is going on?

You’re not in the brig. Why the fuck not?

They bandaged you up. That's definitely a first.

You inhale and catch the smell of salt and meat. When you open your eyes you finally notice the plate on the table at your side. A plate of bread, dried meat, and an orange sit politely placed. It mocks you.

“A meal and bedroom in exchange for the lives of everyone on my crew and my fucking ship, he’s too kind,” you mutter sarcastically. You’re shaken from your darkening thoughts at the sound of the door opening.

You squint as light floods the room and a silhouette appears. You try to make out the figure.

The stowaway –no, Jongin.

As your vision clears, you see that he is holding a tray of medical supplies. He is backlit by a light that continues to blind you. He pauses when he realizes that you’re awake. His eyes widen minutely. With a glance behind himself, he appears to gather all his courage to enter the room. The door closes and you get your vision back. You blink away stars.

He sets the tray next to the untouched food, and you train your eyes on him as he looks at the food in disappointment. “It’s not poisoned…” he says sitting down at your side. “You’ve been out for nearly 24 hours, you must be hungry.”

“I’m not-” you rasp but are interrupted but the godless rumbling of your stomach. Your stomach that seems to be upset to have be reminded of its emptiness. Jongin smiles shyly at your side. You curse your stomach’s betrayal and the hoarseness of your own voice.

You look him from head to toe. He’s not freakishly buff but he looks as though he works out and has more strength in his muscles than his lean frame lets on. You wonder what your chances are if you manage to escape him and make a run for the door.

“Don’t think about it,” he warns. You pull your eyes off the door where you’d let your gaze land for a moment too long. “You could probably take me, but the room is guarded and we’re leagues away from land. You don’t have any of your weapons. You wouldn’t get very far,” he informs you matter-of-factly.

Is that right?

He watches you cautiously, and despite the warning, you decide to test your luck. You’ve wormed your way out of worse. Even if you don’t get far now, the least you could gain is a scope of the security and the number of men you’ll have to fight.

You reach over suddenly and shove Jongin and his chair to the ground. Your adrenaline begins to pump full force. You scramble out of the bed and out the door before anyone can yell or realize what you’ve done.

The afternoon sun hits your eyes like a laser beam and blinds you again as soon as you’re outside. You sprint blindly for a full 5 seconds before you’re tackled straight to the ground. You squirm and curse beneath what feels like two grown men.

All of their weight is placed on you as they manhandle your limbs. Your arms are harshly yanked behind your back and immediately clapped in cold iron. They shove your face against the dirty floor of the deck until you stop struggling. You give up after a minute when the dehydration, hunger, and lack of energy suddenly catch up to you. The adrenaline rush didn’t last as long as you’d hoped.

A pair of boots come into your view and stops inches from your face.

Baekhyun squats down, “I knew it was only a matter of time before you tried to escape. Idiot,” he spits. “Take her back to my chambers, keep her handcuffed.” The weight on your back lessens only slightly and you can take in a proper breath.

“What about her injuries Captain?” you hear Jongin’s worried voice.

Baekhyun looks up and then stands up to his full height, a solid few inches shorter than the other, but somehow making Jongin seem like the smaller of the two. “What about them?” His voice is cold and challenging.

Jongin looks down at the ground in submission. You blink until your vision stops swimming. The bodies finally lift and you’re dragged to your feet with more force than necessary. You stumble against their hold.

“I’ll deal with you in a minute,” Baekhyun hisses in your face. You squint against the light and scowl.

You’re taken back to his quarters and are released from your bonds only long enough for them to recuff them above your head to the metal headboard. You exhale heavily as the men leave you to yourself in the room.

“Fuckers…” you grumble. You groan at the different uncomfortable sensations that you suddenly feel all at once.

Maybe you didn't fully think this through. You’re starving, you’re thirsty, your head still hurts like a bitch, and you don't even have to energy to properly fight back.

And now you’re handcuffed to Baekhyun’s bed. Again.

Great.

You wiggle anxiously against the cuffs in an attempt to find a more comfortable position when Baekhyun enters the room. He grabs a chair, drags it across the room and sits in it backwards in the same spot Jongin found himself not even 10 minutes earlier.

His lips purse in a pout, as he looks from your bound hands down the length of your body. You jerk roughly against the cuffs in an attempt to bring his attention back to your face.

It works.

Disgust, rage, and something else fills your chest at the vaguely appreciative look he gives you.

He folds his arms over the back of the chair and rests his chin on them. A smirk slides in place. “And here I thought you’d be happy to be back in my bed,” he says coyly.

“Bite me.”

His smile widens and his pointy white canines grab your attention. You think back to the feeling of those teeth grazing against the skin on your neck as you let him fuck you once, twice, in countless dingy hotel rooms in Arae over the years. It’s always anything but kind, anything but sweet. You both sport bruises for days after and hate each other just as much, if not more, after sharing a bed as you did before.

You suppress a shiver and shake away the memories forcefully.

“I’d be happy too,” he chirps. “But, that’s only for good little girls who beg me nicely.” He taps the tip of your nose mockingly. You contemplate biting his finger clean off.

You shift in the handcuffs and catch him glance at your bound hands again. “Eye off the cuffs you freak.” He laughs and drops his gaze back to your face. “Why am I here instead of in the brig? I didn’t ask to be chained to your bed. Although, I’m sure you’re enjoying it.”

“The brig is for prisoners, and you, your majesty, are a princess after all. So, you get the royal suite.” He gestures grandly around the very average room. “The handcuffs are your own doing, you know that right?” he asks. He drags his finger along the space where the metal meets your wrist.

You roll your eyes. “So, what now? Are you planning on taking me to Atlantis?”

He sits up a bit straighter in his seat. “No, why would I do that when the bounty for you is worth at least 500,000 dollars. An additional 100 when I prove to them that you’re also the famed Captain of the Storm Chaser,” he derides.

“So you lied about knowing how to find Atlantis then?”

He shakes his head innocently. “I never said that. I know someone who knows how to find it. That doesn’t mean that I’m actually planning to go look for it. I could care less about some underwater city when the price for its little lost princess is so high.” He trails the back of his hand across your cheek.

You shake away his hand and scoff. “Oh come on. I know you’re curious about it,” you start. “That’s what drives you at the end of the day, right? Not money, not fame, no. You can get all of that easily. Without even trying.” He watches you cautiously. You lean closer to him. “Curiosity,” you whisper. “It’s your drive, keeps you awake at night, makes you go out of your way to collect information on anything and everything you can get your hands on because it kills you to not know about the things around you.

“Your curiosity…it’s a funny thing isn’t it?” You laugh. “People think you’re just some reckless hotheaded rebel desperate for attention, when you really just want to know about the world. About the ocean. About the people around you and what makes them tick. What excites them. What turns them on.” His expression darkens ever so slightly. “You’re desperate for information and I know that not knowing about Atlantis must kill you inside, no matter how you might try to convince me and yourself that it doesn’t.” You lower your voice to a whisper and watch in satisfaction as he catches himself leaning closer to you.

He clears his throat, leans back. “You aren’t going to be released trying to talk your way out of it like this. You know me better than that.”

You do. “I know. I wasn’t counting on it.” You hope your tone comes across as noncommittal. “I just want you to think about what you’re going to miss if you turn me in for the money without even trying to find Atlantis for yourself. The princess is the key to Atlantis, and Atlantis is the key to the sea right? I’ve heard the price for the return of the princess is even higher than that of what is being offered for her head.” You shrug.

He squints at you. “How much higher?”

“Triple,” you say with a smile. You know that you've got his attention and that his resolve is faltering. With the increase in money and his own curiosity, you know that it’s enough to temporarily get him on your side. Baekhyun isn’t as complicated a person as he likes to lead people to believe. You lean back against the headboard. “Besides, you’ve got the wrong person,” you add as an afterthought.

He blinks once and then laughs so loudly you startle in your spot. “Now you’re definitely just trying to save your own ass. That’s enough fantasy spinning for one day, don’t you think? Lying doesn’t suit you.” He stands up from his chair.

“What do you think is going to happen when whoever is paying you figures out that you’ve brought them a fake princess, huh? They’ll kill us both without a second thought and you know it!” he doesn’t stop to entertain you, making his exit. “All because you didn't take one second to figure out if I’ve been lying this whole time or not. Stupidity doesn’t suite you Baekhyunie!”

The door slams behind him.

Baekhyun is smart, sure, but he’s not immune to over thinking. You hope that you’ve managed to at least plant a seed of doubt in his mind. All you need is a single opportunity.

If he manages to believe you, he’ll most likely take you to his source. You’ll be able to tell then whether or not he was serious when he said he knew someone who can actually find it. You know things about Atlantis that he doesn’t. You can judge the new information for yourself as true or not.

If you can get that far...

The door to the room opens for the third time today and Jongin enters for the second. He walks in wordlessly and sits in the chair that Baekhyun previously occupied, after turning it around. He unravels the wrapping around your head gently, and discards it in a bin at his feet. You watch his face closely as he works.

He’s extremely attractive. Had you not been in this situation and literally captive aboard the ship he works, you could have seen yourself trying to get with him.

You flinch when the antiseptic touches what must be the open wound. He mutters out a soft, “I’m sorry” and the simple words wash over you like cold water. He works under Baekhyun, who is a total bastard and will die at your hands one day you swear to whatever God may be listening, but the kid hasn’t directly tried to hurt you.

As far as you can tell he’s nearly harmless. Hell, he went down with a single push when you attacked him. You wonder what his position is on the ship. First mate? Surgeon? Whatever he does, and no matter how harmless he may seem, you know not to let your guard down too much. To his caring words, however, you offer your own soft, “It’s okay.”

He catches your eyes, surprise brightening the pretty brown of his. He smiles slightly. “Watch my finger,” he instructs quietly.

You follow it with your eyes and try not to move your head. You know how this test goes. He hums, seemingly satisfied. “You’re not concussed, but you should still take it easy.” He glances at your cuffed and chaffing wrists. “As much as you can anyway,” he adds sadly.

You furrow your eyebrows in genuine confusion. Either he is a very very good actor, or he is in the wrong fucking profession. He’s too soft to be a pirate…but you also thought the same about Yixing when he asked to join your crew. You’re tempted to ask him about how he knows your quartermaster, but the words die on your tongue as he picks up the bread at your side and lifts it to your lips. He nudges it closer to your closed mouth, encouraging you to take a bite.

He sighs when you continue to stare at him like he’s insane. He breaks off a piece and eats it himself. “It’s fine. Kyungsoo made it yesterday.”

You hesitantly take a bite and feel a bit uncomfortable at the unadulterated joy he seems to get by watching you eat. You take a bite of everything he brings to your mouth. He silently feeds you and you silently eat and drink until everything is gone. “Thank you…” you mumble, a bit unaccustomed to the caring attention.

He smiles fully and his face lights up. He looks years younger. “You’re welcome.” He gathers the medical supplies and empty dishes, and with a final gentle smile and nod of his head he leaves you in silence once again.

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OC LIST (New)

Trey:

Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis

Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.

He's got a good wealth behind him.

Extremely gentle

Handsome ;)

Loves photography

Has lavender hair

Respects all

'Secretly' Plays violin

Lowkey a sugardaddy

Hamrish Benat:

Has four eyes!

Pink and blonde hair

He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)

Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)

Ready to deck a bitch

Trained nurse

Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.

Also goes by Hami/Hayden

Andy peters:

Strong, kind.

The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.

Wishes he could do more

Buff + Tall

Wears a pair of dogtags.

Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it

Is extremely brotherly to Adrian

is friends with Hami

Adrian Géarán:

Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess

Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)

likes to make little robots!

Easily bullied

Missing an arm

Struggles with normal life

Blames himself for Andys death

Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama

Chris:

Leader of a summer camp for kiddos

Huge fan of the outdoors

Loves to garden

Red head with freckles

Healthy!

Good build, a little on the below-average male height

Likes to hike

Loves kids

Strong but pacifistic

Great smile

Surprisingly a little shy around other adults

Bisexual

Himbo energy

Douglas Connelly:

Just a regular chubby guy

His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow

He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally

He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks

Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)

A bit awkward but he tries his best.

Tucker:

Badass

Bunny hybrid (ears :3)

White hair

Likes to wear denim jackets

Fast runner

Has had experience working in the force

Izekiel Iris:

Bruised and abused in a facility

Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)

Loves painting

Wallflower

Easily anxious

Loves to draw on his own arms

Matthew Libelle:

Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic

Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.

Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).

Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.

Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.

Has watermelon pink hair.

Gale:

Eldritch bab

Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand

Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster

hears voices

Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back

Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)

Doesn't have a home

Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil

Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.

Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.

Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.

Rowan maverick

Was abandoned as a teen

Also known as Rogue/Red.

Lost some of their tongues making them mute

Trained Assassin.

Previously part of a cult

Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)

Bad with Physical affection

Could use a friend

Jace

Cop/Ex Cop.

Laid off after an incident

Has a pubby called Otis

Likes the occasional beer

Dad energy

Issac Merewen

Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s

Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.

Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester

Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)

Was stored Cramped in box.

Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)

Natrually Blonde

He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.

- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D

-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.

Tyrone Li

Incubus.

Wise, Patient, caring.

Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.

Glasses.

Loves plants and flora

Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..

Glamors hide the following features:

Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.

Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)

Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.

Caspian:

Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)

Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence

He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)

Can control water, can do minor healing with water

Can make water bubble/ boil when angry

Glowy veins when powers are active

He has had many many lives

Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..

Doesn't know how many times hes died

Doesn't have alot of family or friends

Goes on many adventures

Elio Solren.

Nickname: Sunshine

Good lad.

Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.

Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.

Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.

Smiles to hide the pain

Punk/hipster vibes

Intricate golden tattoos

Doesn't open up easily

Doesn't like to admit to being in pain

Kotori

AKA Corey

Owl lad!

Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)

Loves music.

Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.

Big wings- like barn owl.

Likes to perch in trees

Jeremey Caulfield

Winter baby

Was left bleeding in the snow at some point

Father Lovely old man (John)

Mother died (Ellie)

Birthday December 23h

Blue eyes

Black hair

Russel

Box boy

Glasses

Red hair

Real sweetheart

Really needs more dev ; ;

Jules

Loves tofu n chicken

Touchstarved

Stubborn af

Kicks ass!

Has Sass

Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such

Black hair big messy pigtails

Dark brown eyes.

Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does

Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands

Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo

Trampolines!!

Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money

Sleeps on just a mattress

Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.

(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)

Miles

Part mole, part orphan

Lives underground

Very light-sensitive

Is colourblind

Absolute nerd

loves tinkering with things

is scared of humans

very foggy memories of his parents.

Leilah/ Lei

Can make/control shadows.

Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)

Lives in the woods

Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods

Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows

Kinda bad at maintaining friendships

Emotionally Distant

Wears a cloak.

Bao Ketsuyki

Blood magic bab

Short

East Asian.

Pink/red medium length hair

Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.

Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.

Has almost died a few times from her magic use.

Oran Audun

Pale

Punk

Irish

Plays Guitar

Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.

Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer

Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.

loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets

Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object

Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.

Ray

Social worker works mainly with kids.

Has a Shy guy tattoo.

His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother

Dad died but dad was good.

Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy

Short, 5’

Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)

Super dad vibes.

Owen

a hockey player n gymnast.

His mother died when he was about 9.

has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type

quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.

ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey

This leads to following his passion for Gym

Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.

Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho

Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.

actually a really sweet guy

Soft but likes his sport and jokes.

He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.

has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.

He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)

He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.

He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.

Nohea

but everyone calls him Noah.

Works at a Boba tea cafe..

likes to surf.

has an Epic board.

Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.

he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.

has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe

Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.

Ila

4’8 Soft. Short.

Ready to protect.

Loves to bake!!!

Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time

Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained

likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)

Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)

Dyes hair silver/white

Jake

Homeless

Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail

Also has fangs, and therefore venom

He's got a lot of sass

Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people

Isn't used to kindness

doesn't cry easily

Steals food

Mac Hiato

Also known as Caf

5’6

Very Grumpy.

Very often has bags under his eyes.

Hoodie is life

Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.

Has nightmares of strangulation

Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis

Scared of dark- night lights

Owns a mouse called Bean

Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.

Sits like a gay.

Lives on coffee

Minorly Lactose intolerant

Has One bad eye

Neema

Egyptian

Mechanic

Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time

dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.

Works part time at the garage

Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.

Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.

she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.

She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".

Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.

She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.

She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.

Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.

Samson (Lemonade boi)

His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)

He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.

He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)

He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)

He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)

He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)

He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.

He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)

He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.

He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)

He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.

He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.

The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.

He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.

He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins

His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.

He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)

He has a twin brother called Fraser.

Scrunches his nose

Hides his laughter behind his hand

#OC List #ocs #god this took forever #B's Ocs #my list #oc list new #fuck me ; ;#im not gonna tag all of them.. its not worth it..#thanks for the reminder anon

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As The Days Went By You’ve Lost Your Mind

Summary: It did this. Ensured that it would survive through belief and magic if just to change the belief in him, turning him into more of a nightmare than a dream. The Lost Boys’ loyalty grew, but only out of fear, only with the knowledge that he was all they had. The island grew darker, the sunlight bled away and pixie dust became useless. It was Peter’s reality now and it didn’t take long to revel in that change. Strangely, he had learned to enjoy this newfound ferocity.

Pairing: Killian x Wendy, Peter x Wendy

Warnings: Violence, strong language, eventual gore

Chapter 1: Prologue 1 (Wendy)5 Years Prior.

“You know, I quite fancy you from time to time.” He didn’t evoke the same reaction from the crew as Captain Hook. Killain Jones was younger; more inexperienced but easily the tallest person on the main deck. The grace that often came with age hadn’t caught up to him just yet–proving to be lanky and a little awkward as something strong and much more profound held steadfast to a body not fully developed.

When he approached, it was with a sense of ungainly superiority.

The crew, who had been so jovial before, remained as such despite their co-captain making himself present. Had it been their more esteemed captain, they would have only dared to catch each other’s eye as he stalked by, affable only by the mere fact that they had been given permission to shirk their duties for the time being.

“When you’re not yelling that is.” Killian stopped at her side, neglecting to throw his superiority over her. Instead, he leaned over the side of the ship, forearms pressed against the fine woodworking, his head sinking between hunched shoulders to fix his gaze on the steady waves lapping against the port. “Then again, I believe there is more to fear when you’re quiet.”

He meant no ill will, even if every action taken against her and Peter had suggested otherwise. So he had whisked her away from Peter’s company for the second time since her arrival to Neverland? So he had expected her to remain civil despite his clear indifference for Peter and also somewhat clear fascination with kidnapping her?

There were worse things. Standing on the deck with the moon reflecting off the ocean and the sky nothing but cluttered starlight was the farthest from worse that it could be. Quiet had settled into a dreamy haze, the pricking of guitar strings and distant night calls from various creatures echoing. Killian’s voice–the most profound thing–was a deep timber that was as threatening as simultaneously comforting.

If one could consider Killian Jones comforting in any form of the phrase.

Remarks of Captain Hook’s more obvious dislike for Peter Pan were sworn to silence, discussions of the various ways he’d prefer the boy’s head on a stick held steadfast, angry spiteful words that stomped on his name for the sake of his captain nonexistent tonight, nothing but his solid form against torchlight promising that he were the same boy at all.

The same boy with hair an organized mess of brown, facial scruff spotty patches from being in his late teens and only now beginning to grow it in. He wore the proper “pirate attire” so to speak, but one would think of him as the captain if they didn’t know any better; a long coat, and a collection of jewelry that was more extravagant than all of the crew combined.

In a sea of riches, he stuck out amongst it all. She had no trouble recognizing him when he approached her on the island—when he’d approached her on the island and promised not to throw her in the brig, words devoid of harshness with any demand that she actually stay. It was extended as an invitation, while one that assumed would be answered with a yes, still extended with some formality.

Almost gentlemanly.

Wendy had fallen into silence while figuring out his intentions. There were several things wrong with the way his words settled in her stomach—settled a drastic understatement; the correct word verging more on a flip. She refused to focus on deciphering the meaning behind it, the steady breeze tugging flyaways into her eyes, rifling through the underneath of her dress.

Regardless, it still wasn’t strong enough to disturb the serenity of the tree line in the distance.

This too perfect scene, a beauty in the quality of the most picturesque painting in a place so peaceful that it could only exist in pure fantasy. She entertained the idea that it was a fantasy, a dream of the highest quality. Several other places came to mind that she imagined herself to be, none giving her the peace of mind that she found now.

That thought alone proved alarming.

Comfortable silence lingered. Her hands, still held at her sides, put great effort into keeping a divide between them, but her barrier was being chipped away, his voice scraping against its outer wall bit by bit. It was wrong. Everything that Peter had told her, and she was still here. She could have run, could have screamed for help—Peter would have come running. Instead, she had followed without a fight, and didn’t so much as voice a complaint.

Her only hope was that he didn’t catch her stark blush. That entry point, that something that drew one into a person based around the simple fact that he was here—in all of his mystery and impossibilities.

Perhaps it was his charm.

His looks.

No.

“I won’t be involved in any villainy against Peter,” she said with an authority appropriate for business dealings. The only contrast between this and business was the privacy and the intimacy of the moment that felt so unlike anything that she could have predicted.

Something indiscernible and undecipherable stirred inside her.

One look swept over his hands gripping the railing, as abrupt and swift as her many other glances that evening. A part of her wanted to read his mind and solve the mysteries inside that would help to satiate her childish curiosity. She searched for excuses within herself to downplay the conflicting feelings but she could only find a numbing, pricking, and incessant sensation at the center of her chest instead.

Killian cracked a smile, but she didn’t quite sense the joy behind it, but something more resolved. “I didn’t bring you aboard to ask as much,” he said it as mere fact, confident enough to deliver it as a simple truth without the guilt associated with a moral, empathetic man. She knew him as a man of honesty, however harsh that honesty may be.

He was never apologetic about who he was, and whenever she saw a glimpse of Killian Jones, the facticity of him being a pirate hit her full force. At that point, he was closed off to her and Wendy found herself at the very beginning all over again.

“I brought you out here for a toast, actually.” He shrugged, indifferent to her suspicions. “Without the champagne. Your Neverland Prince destroyed what little we had of that after his latest romping.” There was insult behind it, even with the seamlessness in which the words rolled off his tongue, the suaveness in the way he said it offering little room for correction regarding Peter’s honor. “So I’ll wager that you’ll have to make do with my company sober.”

Only when she took one tentative step toward him did he raise his head in order to see her–in all of her depths. The patchy scruff spotting his face was charming, and regardless of their difference in height, she still believed that she stood equal beside him–as equal as she could be. The wind brushed against him, the gentlest breeze pulling and pushing just enough to add something favorable.

It touched her too.

“He isn’t—Peter isn’t my prince.” Wendy retorted, albeit spat with empty defiance. A toast. It wasn’t some ruse to lure Peter from his camp–a space she’d flown upon only to be nearly shot from the sky because of a jealous fairy–nor a sick prank only to ultimately make her walk the plank and let that somehow hurt Peter in the process.

There was no reason for him to be hurt by her disappearance, let alone by her demise anyhow. They’d only just met several weeks ago, after all. Nonetheless, a nagging sensation pricked at the forefront of her mind—the possibility of this somehow being a trap, a game…

Or did he actually just enjoy her company in some twisted way?

Killian smiled, the beginnings of a laugh starting in his throat. Any retort that Peter was everyone’s plaything, that if one were unfortunate enough to end up in his sights, he would have them, was a retort kept to himself–just another harsh truth, if thought so at all. However heinous he may have found her answer to be, one hand shoved him upright from the side of the boat, dragging his attention from the island sitting eerily off the shoreline. He turned to her then, not taking any long moment to look at her, as had become customary between them.

Wendy tried not to appear disappointed.

She was deprived of a sweeping gaze, and a hungry curiosity that couldn’t be satiated and plucked over her form to linger. He’d seen what there was to see, what he wanted her to see, and what he’d found had been good enough.

Or enough to satisfy whatever current urges lingered there still.

“Next time you take it upon yourself to bring me here, you should at the very least offer me a glass of wine.” She dared on impulse, a desperate attempt to downplay the ridiculous softness of her tone before. An abrupt and puzzling longing to appear more grown up than she actually was surprised her, leaning with the small of her back against the railing, easing the tension in her muscles. Her stomach was a mess of excited nerves, her face a soft flush of color.

In a way, she felt as if she were following a rabbit into its hole with the striking knowledge and obvious exception that the pirate standing next to her was neither harmless, nor soft. The tension between them was something more akin to magic, but not quite—rather it was something more scientific and logical.

Despite falling in love with Neverland through the stories that she’d tell her brothers, being in such a place in person had caused her to love it so much more fiercely. Weeks felt like months, adventurous and cherished, spent in the company of Peter and his boys—in Killian’s company as well. Wendy smoothed down her dress, albeit still watching him, the corners of her mouth involuntarily twitching into a faint grin.

“Next time?” He cocked a brow. “I’ll be sure to take note for the occasion.”

Killian perched one elbow on the side of the ship, leaning his head against his fist. The other hovered between them for the barest second before it slipped into quiet submission into one of his coat pockets. He stood at his full overbearing height, turning his gaze out toward the sea, resigned.

“You could look past his petty facade and see him for the bloody demon that he is, you know.” A serious undertone did nothing to betray his lighthearted nature, jests that took his resignation and molded it into something casual. “You’re more intelligent than the average, I’ll certainly give you that, but your judge of character leaves something to be desired.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “What does that say about you?”

One corner of his mouth twitched, a hard solemn tap of his knuckles against the railing not introducing any specific beat, but signaled that whatever thought that crossed his mind had gone and passed.

“And he isn’t a demon.” No, he was just Peter: lively, curious, brave but stubborn Peter. The Lost Boy who would be baffled that she was conversing with his enemy. Every part of her presented the reminder that she should have left a while ago now. Yet she didn’t. “Why do you hate him so much?”

“I leave the hate for Pan to Hook. Their petty squabbles are of little importance to me, but I know how to properly judge a man, or rather a boy.” His expression twisted into a soft grimace, as if whatever unspoken truth that stood between him and Peter was all black and white. Simple, and yet undefinable. As gruesome a story as the one about how Hook gained his name, Killian didn’t seem to back that behind any sort of dislike for Neverland’s Prince.

His complete dismissal of the subject altogether, while disappointing, had been expected.

Her brows furrowed.

Killian didn’t treat him like an irksome fly circling his head; rather a snake swerving between his legs prepared to bite at any given second. Yet, he laughed.

One final time, that sweeping stare found her. It didn’t dwell, and held no lust behind it except for the barest possibility in its place—as if he knew or rather sensed something was unspoken there, some sort of interest of the other that had piqued them both. He hadn’t the gull to act on any form of instinct lest he be wrong, and while Killian may not have been a liar, he most certainly held his fair share of being wrong.

“Why don’t you join me?” He offered underneath a lowered brow.

What started out as a startling conviction ended with his chin jerking toward the middle of the deck, and the low strum of instruments along with the low hum of a tune whispering sweet nothings against their ears—albeit still struggling to dissolve the sudden spike of energy.

“For a dance,” Killian finished with a shrug; a smirk. “We don’t have much else to occupy our time without the wine this time around. Any leisurely activities are rather useless without it.” He spoke and held himself with such intimidating confidence, and she once again reminded herself that she should have left.

Somewhere buried, her mind couldn’t decipher what to do with Killian Jones. She thought about declining the invitation, but quite frankly didn’t have it in her. This was a man who had fought Peter Pan alongside his crew’s side countless times, had witnessed who was presumably a close friend lose his hand and watch it be fed to a set of crocodiles.

Most men would have retreated after such an event, made humble by defeat. He seemed confident, powerful, and maybe even more frightening because of his loss. Oh, how Peter had bragged; passed it off as mere child’s play—a game, but also an unnerving story.

She should have shunned his invitation, even standing there with him now. A part of her didn’t want to bury her head under the sand and keep quiet either.

Why wasn’t Killian angry?

And why wasn’t Wendy afraid? She’d lost her mind, surely. There was no real fear, and she reminded herself that there were certain rules in Neverland—not any she knew were written down for record, but figured were obvious enough for newcomers to figure out on their own.

Do not fall for a criminal.

Do not dance with a ruthless, cold-blooded pirate.

Rules were meant to be broken, with a crash and rebellion for someone who clearly didn’t fit.

“I’d be delighted,” Wendy quipped, dropping into a small curtsy. Her anticipation was difficult to mask, the timid smile upon her lips curving contentedly and betraying any attempt to remain stoic.

It was an impossibility to avoid, his charming manner evoking a child-like giddiness in her, very much like hearing a secret for the first time. It struck her with guilt, but she took another deliberate step toward him, an almost dreamy ease to her expression, eyes alert yet fluttering as if dosed with some form of sedative.

Killian’s expression mirrored her own, extending a gloved hand to her in order to lead her to an open space on the deck. He didn’t stop until his polished boots came to the middle, an area subconsciously reserved for the two of them—out in the open of the pirates, even Neverland itself to see them. Dark eyes freely strayed to her again, relieving his hands from their gloved confines—finger by finger, agonizingly slow before even they were retired to the pockets of his coat.

“My asking was me merely being a gentleman, but having your outright permission is swell indeed.” His bare palm pressed against her own, interlacing their fingers and raising them to a position where he could better glimpse—one flicker of a glance to the side that didn’t obscure his ability to look at her fully. To feel the growing warmth that resonated from his skin to hers made her entire being swell with heat. Not out of embarrassment or any general discomfort, rather quite the opposite.

Comfort.

Confidence.

Exposing his hands so freely to her made her imagine him as strangely vulnerable in a way, as if opening a part of himself to her that he shared with no one else: a thought that pricked her when his other hand snaked around her waist and gently lingered against the small of her back to tug her closer. She could bask in the warmth that he radiated, revel in the heat that flowed between their intertwined fingers.

Electricity surged through her body the moment he touched her. Her pulse pounded in her ears, harsh as thunder. He stood so close, the moment unspeakably intimate, like a quiet understanding or a word scribbled on a blank slate. Her steps were light and practiced.

How could a man who had the reputation of being so brutal touch her so gently, or sway with her so softly? With each thrum of her racing heart, Wendy felt her legs trembling. Everything else became more obscured, and a little more irrelevant.

But she couldn’t look.

In a strange way, it was easier to look at him when he was leaving, and in the beauty of the vanishing sunset in the distance, she wondered how she had never seen him before now. Actually see him. Really looked as she was now, mustering up the bravery to let eyes linger on certain aspects.

Killian took the first step. “Did they teach you how to dance properly in those London nurseries?”

"Luckily they did."

Wendy’s eyes fluttered when she forced her gaze upward, goosebumps running the length of her skin. She subconsciously squeezed his hand, delicately, shakily as if to make sure that he was really there, that this was somehow real. It was surprising how warm he was, having always assumed in her stories that such a villain was cold to his very core.

The vanishing sunset skinned the skyline, dark as a bruise but red as blood. A part of her feared losing this, the strains of her heartbeat telling her so. Losing Neverland. Losing Peter.

Losing Killian Jones.

The deck was hard beneath her feet. Her firm set jaw and pensive glare seemed to mark the fact that she was reflecting, slow dancing with the very pirate who was after her friend. It unnerved her. She could not fathom his purpose in all of this.

But her musings dissolved, gradually replaced by a fiery intensity burning in her stomach instead. She stared at him, savored a particular look on his face, soaking in the central feeling that he gave her.

Killian squeezed her hand in return, no particular reasoning behind it if only to copy her gesture without understanding its full meaning. At least for her side. Her steps were graceful—much unlike his own—but he managed to keep up with her well enough. The way she placed her feet one after the other was led by multiple dances in the past, multiple partners adapting to different styles.

But none quite like this.

“Well, I may not be the most well behaved man on the island, but-” He began, his voice finding a new sense of formality. It was as if his whole composure changed in the blink of an eye, as if he was coming to realize he shouldn’t be dancing with her. Though that switch only depicted itself in his tone of voice.

Killian actually drew her closer to his body, his foot hooking against the back of her heel and sweeping her feet out from underneath her into one final step in their dance; the dip. He lowered her in his arms, relishing to see the color drain from her face if fate willed it so and thought itself a comedian. A sly smirk found his lips. “I’ll wager I’m a lucky man to be given the honor of your company.”

#peter pan #killian jones #wendy darling #neverland #romance #writing #fanfiction #dark au #peter and wendy #wendy and killian #killian jones is not captain hook #captain hook and killian jones are two separate characters #au #the lost boys are ocs #fanfiction.net #archiveofourown.org

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Profit Margin- Chapter 10: Pragmatic or Protective?

Chapter warnings: Mild language and violence

Word count: 1495

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Her breathing grew labored again as the trapdoor above her shook, metal clinking as the mysterious person ripped the lock off. She tried to shimmy her way to the left, hiding under the floor, but she didn't move fast enough. The space flooded with colored LED light as the door flew upwards, leaving her face to fact with a heavyset man, face obscured by a ski mask.

"Haha! I knew it!" He reached down and grabbed her arm harshly with a gloved hand, yanking her out of the hole and causing her to hit her knee on the metal edge of the entrance. Crying out in pain, she tried to twist away, but his grip was too strong. She watched helplessly as a second man looked into the cargo hold.

"She's the only one."

"She can't be, I swear they take ten girls per location!"

"I'm telling you, she's the only one, man!"

"Fuck, what a waste of time." He looked her over. "Still, this is what they get for trying to come into our territory. They knew full well what they were doing, playing a show here. Let's get her in the van, we'll deal with those asshats when they get back."

"Shouldn't be long, the concert has to be ending soon."

"Well then, you'd better hurry." The first man shoved her into a third by the shoulder blades. Causing her to elicit a noise again. This new man grabbed her as well, pushing her harshly in the direction of what she could only assume was another vehicle. She tried to resist, but she was wearing no shoes and the concrete of the parking deck was like sandpaper on her feet.

"Stop dragging, bitch." He snarled, hitting her in the side and knocking the wind out of her, causing her to lean over slightly. If we get there early enough, we can have some fun before I deal with your little friends." Her gut twisted, terror building quickly. Just as she clenched her eyes shut, though, she heard a voice.

"What do you think you're doing with my property." Her salt-filled eyes shot open as the sound reached her ears. Was that... Kun? Whipping around, she tried to see, but the only thing she caught a glimpse of was the first man who had pulled her out of the bus.

"I'd ask you the same thing." He snarled. "You know this area belongs to us."

"I don't even know who you are." he commented back idly.

"I- How dare you! You're just going to pretend like we've never met?"

"Maybe I'd be more inclined to talk through the details with you if you'd get your disgusting hands off of that woman."

"Fat chance! How many girls did you take from the show just now, huh? Two? Five?"

"Seven, actually." Kun responded again. "There were thousands here, I'm unsure as to why it's such a big deal for you." Y/N cried out again as the man's grip tightened in anger, causing him to whip around and slap her in the face.

"Shut up!"

"Well, you have no semblance of proper business." The leader mentioned, completely serious. "Handling goods like that is a surefire way to lower your price. She was worth half a million before you beat her all up."

"Like I give a shit! I'm happy to take 50k for the whore!" Kun clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"How utterly atrocious. You make me sick to the stomach- I'm almost sorry to be in the same business as you. I suppose there will always be anomalies, though." At this, she heard a click. The man holding her, as well as the other two, switched into defensive stances, giving her the room to see.

Kun was standing there, now holding a standard handgun out in font of him, locked, loaded, and ready to fire. Hendery was standing behind him, surprisingly silent, along with Xiaojun. Looking to her latter captor, she realized that he was distracted by the firearm. In one last bout of strength, she knelt to the ground, wrenching her arm out of his grip at an awkward angle. He frantically waved his hand around for a moment, attempting to regain his hold, but he was too skittish to turn away from the gun in order to grab her.

This was it! She could run- if Kun was distracted for long enough, she could- As she was scrambling to her feet and running to the area behind the intruders, she ran face-first into what felt like a brick wall. Looking up, she realized that it was Lucas. He was still in performing clothes, and his forehead was slightly sweaty, but it was definitely him. Looking down, he held onto her, muttering,

"Sorry, you're not getting away that easily." Well, shit. This was just going fantastically. She didn't know which group of men posed less of a threat to her. Ten was standing to Lucas's left, also in performing attire, but guns strapped to his belt. At this point, the intruders were surrounded. She watched in horror as Kun stepped forward, gun still facing the man.

"You think you can come to my show, steal my property, disrespect my business, and get away with it? I'll take whatever I want, wherever I want, and it's none of anyone's business- especially not D-list incompetent lackeys such as yourself." As he was speaking the men were backing up, leaving her room to see the area behind him. Wait... what was-

She frantically looked to her right, but Ten was distracted- he didn't see it. Lucas must have been caught up in something as well, because no one was warning them! Behind Kun, a fourth man in similar attire was sneaking up, completely silent. How hadn't he noticed! What should- could he... If she let Kun die, she would just get kidnapped by the other men. She didn't have time to weigh her options.

"Kun! Watch out!" She shouted. Unfortunately, she had unintentionally made the situation worse. Confused as to the commotion, the leader had looked to her, making eye contact for the second time since he had met her. In this moment of distraction, the fourth man jumped on him from behind, wrestling the gun out of his hand. Hendery and Xiaojun stepped back instinctively, assumedly unarmed. Ten moved to draw and cock his weapons, but the man was too fast. He shot towards their smaller group in the back, causing both men- and Y/N in turn- to drop to the ground.

Laughing, the first man moved out of Kun's original line of fire, grabbing the gun from his comrade to point it at the leader. Re-cocking it, he held it to the man's head, although his face never lost composure. She looked over to Ten again, but he was sprawled on the floor, unable to properly reach his belt. Without thinking, she squirmed out of Lucas's now loose hold to grab Ten's gun. She didn't exactly know how to fire it, but she didn't really have a choice right now.

Pointing it and pulling the trigger, her face grew white as nothing happened. How do you put a bullet in the chamber? The click attracted the perpetrators' attention, spinning to face her with a grin on his face.

"You won't do it, bitch." Cock it- she had to- where was the little- the little thing? Feeling around the gun with shaking hands, she found a latch. This better be it- The man moved forward, assumedly coming to shoot her first. Pulling the trigger a second time, her eyes squinted shut as a bang rang out, smoke streaming from the barrel. She hear a deep male shout, and when she opened her eyes again, the man was on the floor, clutching his arm. She had barely managed to graze him. Still, it was plenty of time.

By now, Ten has reoriented himself and gotten up, putting four bullets in each of the four men's heads with no issue. Breathing out, she was shaking. She had shot a person. Kun stood, brushing his outfit off. There were flecks of blood plaguing the lighter areas.

"Ugh, the stylists aren't going to be pleased with this."

"Tell them it's paint again?" YangYang asked with a snicker. Wait- when had YangYang arrived? And where had he been? She wasn't exactly in a position to ask.

"I suppose. It's so painful to cover an outfit with paint. Obnoxious. They should have known they were in over their head."

"I'm sorry for not paying attention." Ten addressed the leader. "I'll be sure to focus next time."

"It's fine." Kun reassured him. At this, though, he looked to Y/N, still partially held back by Lucas's arms. "As for you..." He looked her over curiously. "That was quite interesting. I have some questions for you. I may have committed a short oversight."

Well that wasn't threatening at all.

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lowkeyaesthvtic · 4 years

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Evil Karma - Chapter 11

Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Word Count: 1,726

Summary: Sofi and Gil give the exciting news to Uma, but certain feelings that were once hidden can’t be held captive for long.

Pairings: Platonic!Gil x OC, a tiny bit of OC x Uma, mentions of Harry x Uma and Harry x OC I guess?

Rating: PG (sorry, I had to type this on my school computer)

Warnings: None

Tags: @descendantofthesparrow @newtshairdryer @batmanwearsabowtie and anybody else interested!

Authors Note: THIS GIF IS NOT MINE BUT I COULDN’T FIND WHO MADE IT I’M SO SORRY!

Gil and I finally arrived back at the Chip Shoppe, the two of us slightly out of breath from running so fast and so far. He looked to me, a beaming smile on his face. He had gotten to the restaurant’s doors mere seconds before me. He won this time. “I knew it! I knew I’d win!”

I softly laughed along with him. “Yep, looks like I’m the bucket of shrimp this time.” Gil turned his gaze to the Lost Revenge, getting ready to run again. “Not so fast there, Gil. Don’t you think now would be a good time to tell Uma?” He slightly cocked his head to the side, confused and minisculely unaware of what I spoke of. “You know...about Ben?” I lowered my voice to keep the King’s arrival a secret from some of the lower leveled members of the crew. They would know soon. But for now, this had to stay between the higher ups.

“Oh! Yeah! I’ll go tell her!”

“Easy, Gil. I’m coming with you!” It was hard not to smile around Gil. While it was nearly unheard of to see a villainous side of him, his sunshine-like attitude was impossible to be extremely upset with. His undying loyalty and easy excitement was something I had valued and admired since the day I first met him.

The Chip Shoppe was especially busy tonight. Pirates and outcasts and wicked sidekicks alike all came in for their share of grub. A small part of me beamed when I saw Uma setting down a tray of food not too far away from me. She gave a soft and playful smile as we made eye contact and walked her way over to Gil and I. “Hey, Sofi! I’m glad you’re back.” She looked down at her bright blue timepiece, one made with a similar design to my bronze one. “Five more minutes and Harry would’ve sent the boys after you.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Harry must have told her. “So he told you?” I asked, looking next to me to see Gil nearly bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Yeah, he told me. I wouldn’t have let him make a scene like that, though. As strong and protective as he can be, he’s not the Captain. I think there are moments where he forgets that we are just as strong as he is.”

“If not stronger,” I joked, gently nudging her on the shoulder. “He hasn’t seen me fight yet.” Gil impatiently tapped my shoulder, urgently waiting for me to bring up the good news. “But, Harry’s craziness aside, Gil has some very very important news for you.” I gently pushed him forward, watching from the sidelines like a proud mother at her son’s first baseball game. Uma rested her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side, patiently waiting for Gil to speak.

He stood back, almost nervous of what he was about to say. I peered over to him expectantly. Uma wouldn’t be happy with either of us if we came with the premise of important news only to have nothing to follow said premise. “Well, Sofi and I were getting some eggs down at Yzma’s stand and...we ran into someone. Someone really really important.” Uma leaned in closer, like a little kid learning a very special secret. Gil pulled the three of us closely into a huddle before he whispered. “King Ben is on the Isle of the Lost. Carlos, Jay, and Evie came with him, too.”

Uma’s eyes lit up as she stepped back from the huddle and jumped in the air with a shout. I don’t know why, but seeing her this happy gave me this odd, warm feeling in my stomach. The kind of warm feeling you’d get from drinking hot chocolate on a cold day or snuggling into a thick blanket after a long day. “Oh my god! Sofi, you were right! Oh my god, this is gonna be so perfect!” She tightly embraced me, nearly lifting me off the ground in her excitement. Despite Uma being shorter than me, she was definitely the strongest girl in the crew. I chuckled softly, barely able to breathe as she nearly suffocated me with her touch. We soon separated, Uma’s mind darting a million miles an hour. “Well we need to go find him! Go get Gil, tell him to capture the beast. I’ll have you and Harry send a little message to his entourage of posers.” Go get him? I turned around to see that Gil had darted out the old, green doors of the Chip Shoppe. He didn’t hear Uma’s orders, and he wasn’t necessarily smart enough to infer them. Something was off.

“Yeah, I’ll go get him. Wait...what message?”

“Harry will pass it to you. Mal’s gonna take a trip to the Shoppe tonight.” She smirked and crossed her arms in front of her chest, daydreaming about all the ways this plan could go wickedly. I planted a quick kiss on her forehead and walked out the doors.

Gil didn’t go too far. He sat on the edge of a long pier next to the ship, looking out at the dark, clouded skies that always draped over the Isle. He looked straight forward, lost in thought. I quietly sat next to him and joined him as he looked out at the ocean in front of us. “That was a hasty exit you made there. Uma thought you were leaving to hunt the beast.” I mumbled jokingly, only receiving a soft and solemn hum in response. It wasn’t until I looked away from the ocean that I met the upset look in his eye. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

“Gil, is everything okay? You seem upset about something.”

“How do you do it?” He asked, his voice in a rare deep tone. He kept his gaze towards the edge of the pier, not wanting to meet my gaze. I was incredibly confused. Did he need help with something? Something I was apparently good at?

“How do I do what, Gil? I can’t read your mind, remember?” I held back a joking chuckle. Something really did seem wrong, and I had a little voice in the back of my head telling me Gil wasn’t in the mood for jokes. He turned to me, a shade of repressed anger biting at his expression.

“What I’ve been wanting..what I’ve been trying to get for the past 8 years, you somehow managed to get in months. You’re sure your magic doesn’t work here? Or are you just so hard to resist?” If I weren’t mistaken, I would’ve thought that Gil had just bit at me. Not with his teeth, but with his words. I looked up at him, wanting to hear more yet not sure if he would give me more. I’ve never known why, but I’ve always had this thing with seeing the fire rise in people’s eyes. Some people, like Harry and Uma, carry that fire wherever they go. But people like Gil, who usually carry a sweet and sunshiny disposition, only show that kind of fire when they’re angry.

“You’re angry with me, aren’t you, Gil?” I asked, quiet and subtle. Raising your voice to someone who was unusually upset is a recipe for disaster. This is especially true when it comes to boys, as they repress their emotions so much that when they come out..it can be dangerous. Gil stood abruptly and began to storm off before he turned back and stared at me with his teeth gritted together.

“You know what, Sofi? Maybe I am! Look, you’re smart. You’re a hard worker and I’m glad you’re on the crew. But if Uma’s going to have a second ‘first mate’ it should be me! I went to Uma’s crew when my own brothers were making me feel like I didn’t belong. My own dad made me feel like a disappointment every day! But when Uma and Harry found me, I realized that maybe I did belong somewhere. I feel like I belong with them, but you came out of nowhere and took that from me!” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t taken aback by his words. I stood up and walked over to him, careful not to show any hostility as that might scare him off or even cause a fight.

“Are you jealous of my relationship with Harry and Uma? I mean, if you are, it’s okay. I just… I didn’t think you were into girls.”

“I’m not. And I...I guess I have had certain thoughts about Harry. But that’s not what I’m upset about. I came to the Lost Revenge because my family excluded me from everything. I wanted to be a part of something. And I was..until you showed up. All Uma and Harry have been asking me to help with is cleaning the back of the kitchen since you got here. I know the three of you are planning something for Mal and Ben and all the others...and I feel like I deserve to be a part of it.” I cocked my head to the side and smiled. He was right. Gil was the strongest on the crew. He could easily chuck both Harry and I over his shoulder if he wanted to. Muscle is always something useful when trying to take over the world.

I shrugged my shoulders and spoke. “Okay. I can talk to Uma about letting you in on the plan. You were third in command before I came, that shouldn’t be taken away from you. Besides, someone’s gotta hunt the beast down before we tie him up. What better person than you?” His anger began to subside, but that fire in his eyes still glowed. “Uma sent me out here to tell you that she needs someone to hunt Ben down and knock him out long enough to bring him to the lower deck of the ship and tie him up. Do you think you could do that?” He nodded, growing mischievously playful at the idea of kidnapping someone.

I began to walk off and heard his steps come up behind me. They were slow at first, wary of trusting the task he was about to take on. But eventually, he returned to that skippy glide that the pirates knew and loved.

#descendants #harry hook #uma daughter of ursula #harry x uma #huma #sea three #harry hook x uma #gil descendants #uma x harry x gil #gil legume

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

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Demon Lord!Bakugou x reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, suggestive themes, my lame attempts at humor

A/N: I know it’s not wise to write in two perspectives but I did it anyways. It’s easy to follow if you know that Bakugou refers to himself as Bakugou in his perspective while he’s disguised as ‘Katsuki.’ I had to really condence this to make it all fit in one post too so it’s probably a little fast paced and the ending is very rushed but we can blame that 100 text block rule. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ what can you do? Also Bakugou is pretty OOC. Very chatty and a bit of a flirt. It’s fine.

“Could really use my mage right about now!!” You bellowed over the swarm ugly ass dark gnolls, slicing through two at a time. Killing them was easy enough but you’d gotten cocky and let your guard down, allowing yourself to take more than a few blows. That wouldn’t have mattered much if you weren’t about to face the demon lord himself.

Standing up by his throne Lord Bakugou watched you move through his army, relishing the clanking of weapons against weapons. He was very curious about the little mercenary running through his army. You had gotten the farthest to getting to him out of any other questers in maybe one hundred years even though your fighting skills were decent at best. It was amusing really. He’d witness many much stronger heroes meet their fall in his throne room but you seemed to be getting by easily with luck alone. But that luck was about to turn for the worse.

“She’s out!” Kaminari, your bard, was kneeling next to Mina, your mage, lightly tapping in her face. Mina was always getting too close for battle like a damned fool.

“Then can you heal me?!” You screamed while a gnoll came at you with their poison tipped spear.

“My lute broke!” Kaminari called back.

You narrowly dodged the attack from the gnoll. “How do you break your lute!!!!” An arrow shot through the gnoll’s head and you gave a thumbs up to your mute elven ranger, Todoroki. Even if your other guild members were sometimes idiots, you could always depend on Todoroki.

You caught your breath, finally making it up to the head of the throne room. You glared at the demon lord through your bulky helmet. He looked just like the legends said he would. Hair the color of the ashes of enemies incinerated, eyes that only turn a deeper crimson for every drop of blood he sheds, markings on his pale white body that told you there was no better place for him than the pits of hell (no offense to Mina who was a very nice tiefling.) This was going to be your most satisfying kill yet.

Lord Bakugou tilted his head at you. “You expect me to get offed by a pipsqueak like you?”

You took off your helmet and threw it down his stairs, counting the metal clanks as it danced down each step. You could see better without it anyways. Your hand slid across your broadsword, swiping the excess gnoll goo off and on to the floor. You might’ve been a ‘pipsqueak’ compared to the all terrible Demon Lord Bakugou but you were a pipsqueak with a sword.

Bakugou gulped, eyes widening only slightly. Oh shit… you began running at him… they’re hot. Bakugou conjured up his own broadsword to rival yours. The sound of metal on metal excited him. He had to admit that you weren’t as terrible as he first thought you were. He blocked a hefty attack, holding your sword against his own, only to get a better look at your focused face. You clenched your teeth while scowling up at him and Bakugou and a warm sensation flooded his entire body. You were… something else.

Distracted, Lord Bakugou let his guard down. With the borrowed strength from a Dragonborn named Eijirou, you slammed down on his weapon, knocking it the the floor! You spun around, lifting your now red glowing broadsword up and swing down with all of your might! But the demon lord caught it… with one hand… He smirked, sliding his hand along the side of your blade. “It’s a cute sword,” he purred before bright orange sparks ignited from his hands. Your blade shattered to pieces. “But not as cute as you.”

Your mouth fell open. “H-huh?”

To your dismay, he put his hand in your forehead. “Sleep well, gorgeous,” he commanded, “I’ve got big plans for you.”

Fire! It felt like your forehead was on fire! You wanted to panic but your eyelids grew heavy and your knees started wobble. You used your last bit of strength to force yourself back rather than falling into the arms of your enemy.

Different, more familiar arms wrapped around your torso and the last thing you remember hearing was, “Oi! Where do you think you’re goin’ with my bride!”

Five days had passed since you were shamefully defeated by the demon lord. It took five days for you to grow your hair out to cover the demon’s mark on your forehead, it took five days for you to craft a stronger weapon, and it took five days for you and your guild to settle down and finally show yourselves to the public (currently a town full of mice-breeds) only to have backhanded words of encouragement from their people. “Don’t worry about it too much,” they all seemed to say in the same high squeaky voices, scratching at their rounded ears, “even strong guilds couldn’t beat the demon lord! You guys are lucky you made it out alive!” And you had to smile and pretend like their food portions weren’t too damn small.

It was on the very fifth day that a young man in a dark robe, decked out in jewelry, kicked open the doors of the saloon you were staying in and marched up to your guild’s table. “Hey!” Instantly you grabbed Kaminari’s dirk, an impulsive reflex but a good one to have with boisterous and possibly violent strangers. The blonde narrowed his eyes on your weapon. “I wanna join your shitty guild!”

“No.” Another reflex. It was something you learned from Todoroki. If you have to think about it, don’t trust it. Besides, you all were doing fine on your own.

“Wait! Now, hang on Y/N,” Mina pushed you. “Let’s hear him out! We don’t know who he is or how far he has come to find us!”

You rolled your eyes. She was always so up for making new friends. Her naivety would be endearing if it didn’t almost get her killed about a dozen times. Tieflings. “Exactly,” you whispered back. “We don’t know who he is, he came out of nowhere to this mouse town to find us?? I don’t think so. He didn’t even give us his name!”

“I’ve got a name! It’s… Kat...suki.”

The party blinked at him. You shrugged. “Just ‘Katsuki’?”

The man crossed his arms. “Is that a problem?”

“Maybe. We don’t have a great history with guys who have only one name.”

“That’s riiiight!” Mina chirped. “There was Slomar who stole all of our horses, Finick who kidnapped Kaminari, Cher who wanted to steal our youthful essences… But Grognor the Great wasn’t half bad! He helped us get that sky ship! But then it was taken over by that one cleric guy… Jocombi! Another singular named villain!”

“And Grognor the Great wasn’t a singularly named villain!” Kaminari chimed in, “He was ‘Grognor the Great!’ That’s sort of like a full name, right?”

“Well then,” Katsuki smirked. Your narrowed your eyes on his lips. You’ve… seen that before. “You can call me Katsuki the Best.”

You scoffed, “the best at what exactly?”

“Everything,” he put his hand on the table and leaned in close to you, “you want me to show you?”

You coughed to hide an embarrassed squeak. Was he suggesting something? You leaned away from him and looked to Todoroki. He signed, ‘I don’t trust him.’

‘You think I do? I say take him to the woods and leave him there. Our party is full.’

Katsuki cleared his throat. ‘I know fucking sign language… assholes.’ “As well as draconic, elvish, dwarvish, abyssal, orcish, gnoll, gnomish, and my yeti is a little weak but I just have to touch up on it. So if you want to have your little secret conversations in, I don’t know, Druid, then have at it. Your party isn’t full by the way. I’ve heard about your run in with the demon lord and it looks like you guys could use some more combat fighters.” You opened your mouth to interject but he put his ringed index finger up before you could speak, “you can’t do it all with one shitty mercenary unless you plan on going at it with looks alone,”-looks alone? The hell did that mean?- “you’d need someone to fall back on, someone with skills like mine. I can lead you guys to victory.”

You already had someone to fall back on, literally. Todoroki had been there to catch you and usher you out before you faced an uncertain fate. But… the stranger before you was right. Everyone else in your party worked with range and after many battles, your arms often felt sore from pulling everyone else’s weight… or pulling the weight of someone else that should’ve been there. Your guild members were getting stronger every day but you did need someone else. “Alright,” you finally said, “if you say that you’re the best-,”

“-at everything,” Katsuki’s grin widened.

“At everything, whatever, then prove it. Gather your things, boys. We’re gonna go fight some orcs.”

Leaves cracked under your boots while Kaminari played his new lute, livening up the cool and crisp forest. Todoroki was by your side having a heated conversation with you through his hands. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with this new ‘arrogant pile of gold,’ and he was very upset that you decided to give him a chance. You trusted Todoroki’s judgement above everyone else but you were a little blinded by your defeat of the demon lord. You had to take him down. You had something to prove, if not to the town of mice then for yourself.

Mina skipped to the other side of you. “Am I the only one who thought that the demon lord was kinda fine? In that, I don’t know, ‘fuck me raw’ kinda way?”

A deep blush formed on your cheeks. The demon lord had hit on you… and why? To throw you off your game? He didn’t really need to do that since he completely destroyed your weapon with his bare hands! But then… why didn’t he just kill you? And he wasn’t ‘fine,’ he was terrible!

Lord Bakugou walked in the back, ignoring any attempts at conversation from the annoying looking yellow haired bard. He was there for you and you alone but he couldn’t help but feel a hopeful thrill after hearing what the pink raccoon-looking teafling girl said.

“Well, he won’t be so hot with my broadsword plunged into his belly!” You said, dramatically throwing your sword in the air.

Bakugou grinned. So you thought he was hot. Good to know. He heated up at the thought of you coming to fight him again. He wanted to know exactly how fast he could make you submit to him. You seemed like the type that would fight until there was absolutely nothing else to do but accept your fate. He loved that.

That half n’ half elf ranger shot Bakugou a look and he frowned back. That guy was going to be a nuisance for him. He already stole you away from him even after Bakugou left his mark on you. How… disrespectful. He’d have to figure out a way to get rid of him.

Todoroki halted, throwing his arm in front of you. He signed, saying that the orcs were about fifty meters out and that he was going to climb high to get a better look. You instructed the others to get in the right formation, Mina in the back, Kaminari behind you, and you at the front.

You turned to Katsuki, “where’s your weapon?”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Don’t have one. Can I borrow yours?”

“What?” Oh that arrogant pile of gold!!! How could he claim to be the best and then not bring his own weapons to a quest?!

“Juuust kidding!” He picked up a lengthy tree branch off the ground. “This’ll do.” Bakugou watched your face comfort from frustration to confusion to downright repulsion. He thought it was incredibly endearing. He couldn’t wait to see what kind of face you’d make after seeing him take down every last orc single handedly.

“You have got to be kidding m-!!!” You were cut off by Katsuki’s fingers pressed against your mouth. Your face flushed when he subtly caressed your bottom lip.

“Yeah, you want the orcs to find us out with that loud mouth of yours? I’m guessing stealth isn’t your strongest suit…” he leveled his head with yours, “or do you just like attention, pipsqueak?”

Pipsqueak… the only other person to call you that was the-

Before you can finish your thought, Katsuki grabbed your waist and pivoted around, moving right before an arrow flew through the air. It brushed too closely to Kaminari before detonating off a far away oak tree.

“Shit, they’ve got bomb arrows!” Kaminari said, strumming furiously on his lute.

“Hey,” You said to Kaminari, swiping Katsuki’s hand away from your side, “have you been working on the ‘slow time spell’ song at all?”

“Uhhhh. Not really.”

Idiot. “Okay, well we’ve gotta stay away from those arrows and avoid using fire so we don’t accidentally set any of them off while we’re close. Mina, are you comfortable with astral projecting? Orcs are stupid so maybe you can knock a barrel over or something, spook them, and have them firing those arrows too close to them?”

Katsuki shook his head and began walking forward, spinning his tree branch in his hand. Another arrow flew through the air and exploded right in front of him! a giant orange cloud of smoke and flame enveloped his body and you gasped at the sight. You almost felt bad. Sure, he was cocky but you didn’t actually think he was delusional. You made a mental note to mourn ‘Katsuki the Best’ properly.

Laughter erupted from behind the wall of flame followed by more explosions and the gurgled screams of the orc. You rushed forward through the smoke, coughing as it filled you lungs and sting your eyes. You could hardly make out his lean figure swiftly moving through the orc camp, beating them one by one with his then on fire tree branch.

In a matter of seconds, Katsuki had killed all five orcs. That usually took your party maybe fifteen minutes! Todoroki found a place by your side, giving Katsuki the same dissatisfied glare you were.

He grinned at you, wiping off orcish blood off his face. “I’ll take my thanks in the form of high praise or a date with our renowned guild leader.”

Though you were blushing furiously, you and Todoroki scoffed, walking past the all too hyped up stranger to the orc’s chest that sat in the middle of the camp. You kicked it open while Kaminari and Mina rushed to Katsuki.

“That was AMAZING!!!” “You took all of them out with a tree branch?? My man!!!”

There wasn’t a whole lot to find in the chest. Some health potions, apples, arrows which you handed off to Todoroki, a crystal necklace that might fetch a high prince of Mina didn’t immediately snatch it out of your hand, a distinctly magical looking metal collar, and gold. You filled the gold up in one of your pouches and tossed it to Kaminari, keeping the collar to yourself.

“Oi! I killed them all! Shouldn’t that chest be mine?”

You turned to Katsuki and eyed him up and down. You kept a pensive silence before saying, “we split our finds up equally amongst our guild. Kaminari, our treasurer keeps our gold for when we need it. Todoroki gets the arrows unless we have anyone else who needs them. If you want, you can carry the health potions but that usually stays with Kaminari, again, for when we need them.” You tossed him an apple. “You want to help us defeat the demon lord Bakugou?”

“If that means I get to join your guild then, yes. You losers need me.”

Ignoring him, you unsheathed Kaminari’s dirk and reached out to Katsuki. “Your hand,” you demanded.

His eyes narrowed on your weapon. “Why?”

“This is how we swear ourselves into the guild. It’s not a permanent bond and you can leave whenever you want but this is how we know we can,” you turned your head to the skeptical Todoroki, “trust you.”

“We’ve all done it!” Mina said, waving her scarred palm at Katsuki. “It only hurts for like a second!”

To demonstrate, you slid the dirk across the palm of your hand, wincing slightly at the pain. Katsuki gave you his hand. You placed the tip of the dirk on his palm and pressed down harder than you expected you had to. His blood was… blue… that wasn't too weird. A lot of different kinds of people had different colored blood. Mina’s was green. You clasped your hand into Katsuki’s and immediately your forehead started to burn. You flexed your jaw, trying to ignore was felt like someone else was cutting into your skin. A drop of purple blood, yours mixed with Katsuki’s, fell to the floor.

Bakugou was content to see the mark on your forehead light up when your blood touched his. It had to be burning you but you showed no sign of it. You tried so hard to act tough. It was adorable. Little did you know, blond bonding was a small portion of what happened with ceremonial demon weddings. Bakugou was very content with this happy coincidence.

You let out a relieved sigh when it was over and the pain went away. “Now,” You said, bringing the dirk up to Katsuki’s chin, “what the hell are you?”

It was late at the saloon and everyone of your guild members, besides Todoroki who only needed four hours of sleep, had gone to bed. You got little to no answers from your new and strangely powerful guild member, Katsuki, other than flirty remarks such as, “I can be anything you want me to be.” You didn’t really know how to take it. People didn’t flirt with you, at least you didn’t think so and this guy waltzes into your life and just says whatever come to mind??! The audacity. However, you did think you were being a little too rough with him. He promised he would help bring the demon lord down and he hadn’t actually done anything to harm you or your guild members… yet.

You had your hand pressed onto the knob to the room he was staying in. You should apologize. Or explain yourself. Something. You turned the knob and cracked the door open only to have a gasp leave your mouth.

It was Katsuki but it wasn’t Katsuki. His skin was much paler and his ash blonde hair was now an ash gray. Red eyes found yours and you shrunk back. Holy fucking shit.

You ran back to your room and made it to the sink, quickly splashing water into your face. That had to be some sort of trick of the dim lights, right? Noo, that smirk! And he called you ‘pipsqueak’! He was there! The demon lord Bakugou! What kind of game was he trying to play?! You left your sword propped next your bed. You turned to get it but-

“GODS!” You screamed at Katsuki- no- Lord Bakugou who was sitting on your bed with your sword in hand.

He had a smug grin on which you wished your could smack away but you were nothing without your sword. “So,” he said, standing up, “you’ve caught me.” He took several steps towards you and you grabbed a candle holder for defense.

You swung it around desperately to maybe come off as threatening. “Stay the hell away from me!”

“Stay away from my betrothed? I don’t know if I can…” he moved so fast, fast enough to knock you back into the wall without you being able to get a hit in. His arms caged you in. “I’m glad I didn’t have to keep up that disguise for too long but I was really hoping you’d be able to figure me out earlier. Oh well. We’ll just have to work on your perception skills. I’m great at that. For example I can feel your blood rushing. You must be so excited to see me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you were absolutely terrified. But you had something. The collar, you didn’t know what it was for but you did sense a lot of magic radiating off of it. You reached into your satchel and as quickly as you could clamped it around Bakugou’s neck.

Green light radiated off the collar. He scowled down and you took the opportunity to push him off of you. You ran to pick up your sword but Bakugou called it to him. It moved against the wood floor and into his hand. He didn’t look too happy about the collar around his neck.

“Do you know what this does?” He pointed to the contraption. You didn’t but you weren’t about to let him know that. “I see. I see, so what? I want to make you my bride and you want to make me your slave?” Slave? Not really. It dawned on you. The collar around his neck was an artifact. Lampoon’s Slave Collar: whoever wears it has to yield every command the person who put it on them. You did not want that!! You wanted to kill him!!

“Uhhhh, this is... a misunderstanding!” You backed up against the bed. A stupid move.

He pushed you back and climbed on top of you, that smug grin, that was only getting more terrible the more you saw it was plastered on his face. “Noooo I get it,” heat radiated off his face and it didn’t help the nervous flutter in your stomach. “So what’s my first command, master? I did tell you that I was the best at everything didn’t I?”

“Uhhhh huuuuuh,” you haven’t had a man that close to you in a very very long time. What the hell were you supposed to do?!

“Hmm? You want me to maybe take the reigns? I don’t really have a problem with that.” He pulled your legs so you were lodged up against him. A nervous squeak escaped your throat.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and Todoroki walked in, holding drinks. He bared his teeth at the scene set before him. How on earth were you going to explain yourself?

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trufflerabbit13 · 4 years

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Searching For Brothers | Chapter X: Reuniting with the Eldest Brother

CHAPTER 10 Word count: 2 k

CLEMENTINE P.O.V.

The tense atmosphere in the air made the hair at the back of my neck stand as I stood beside Roki. For comfort, I ran my hand through his soft white fur, tugging on it slightly with my fingers.

"Are you alright?"

I couldn't help but jump slightly as I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I gave Shanks a small nod with a nervous smile before looking back at the massive ship that belonged to one of the most influential men in the world.

In a way I was excited. After traveling for a bit over a year and a half, I was finally going to get to see my older brother.

"Remember, I trained you with the basic Haki. You should be able to withstand mine as we aboard their ship," the red-haired man whispered as he smiled broadly, placing his arm around my shoulder as if he wanted to comfort me.

I nodded once again, rolling my shoulders to get the tension out of them. After a week of fighting Marines just to get to Shirohige's ship made my body sore. Not that I was going to admit that because knowing Yasopp, he would surely tease me about it.

I looked behind me and saw rest of Shanks's crew looking at us with a grin, many of them giving me a thumbs up.

"Dahahaha, stop being so tense, I'm sure they won't be hostile towards you because you're Ace's baby sister," Shanks laughed as he slapped me on the back.

A wince escaped my mouth, but a hesitant smile also appeared on my lips. I placed my hand on Roki's large snout, looking into his crystalline blue eyes, "I'm going to go for a bit. I want you waiting here, ok, boy? Make sure not to cause trouble for Yasopp and Roo," I whispered, burying my face in his mane of fur.

The giant beast purred in response, pushing me forward with his head. I gulped and stood next to Shanks, grabbing the black cloak he always wore.

The said man looked down at me before chucking, ruffling my blonde head, making my hat slip off.

I pouted, feeling slightly annoyed at his way of affection as I held the hat, fixing it onto my head.

"Come on, let's go."

Shanks sent me one last look before pushing himself off of his boat's deck, jumping onto the ship we were drifting next to.

"Here goes for nothing..." I mumbled, jumping on the deck beside Shanks, my umbrella in my hand.

However, as my feet landed on the Moby Dick, I grew even tenser as I eyed all the pirates who stared at us with scowls and snarls, many of them playing with the weapons they had in their hands.

At that moment I felt Shanks' rush of Haki roll out of his body hitting everyone. I immediately release my own Haoshoku Haki to counter it, protecting myself from his blast as soon as I felt light headed. It was unbelievably powerful; I was positive if I were a couple of seconds later, I would have fainted.

With our combined Haki, I watched as many of the crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates start to drop to the floor, falling unconscious.

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

"Hell, he's making another grand entrance," Marco the 1st division's commander of the Whitebeard Pirates scowled as he crossed his arms over his chest in distaste.

"Though that Haki wasn't just produced by himself.... Who is the person behind him....?" Jozu, another commander questioned as he became tense at the cloaked person who walked behind Shanks. They were covered head to toe by their black clock, making it impossible to see anything underneath. 'Male? No, female? I can't tell!'

The rest of the conscious Whitebeard pirates sent suspicious looks at the cloaked figure trying to figure who they were.

Shanks stopped walking as he stood in front of the man known as Edward Newgate, the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Excuse us, we had to be a bit of a threat since we are on an enemy ship," the redhead nonchalantly spoke, his voice sounding as carefree as usual.

Clementine just stayed frozen where she stood, her icy blue eyes staring at the large man sitting in front of her in awe.

'So this is Ace's captain.....' She thought in amazement, the corner of her lips tugging up.

Shirohige stared at the two for a moment, "you damn brat, causing trouble as always," the man growled as he took a large gulp out of sake he was drinking.

The older man seemed relaxed, looking away from Shanks and eyeing the smaller figure in the cloak. His eyes narrowed as he realized he couldn't see who it was because of the hood.

"Brat, who the hell is that?"

Shanks looked back, eyeing Clementine's frozen form in pure amusement, "the reason I came here today is for her sake, actually. I-"

The red-haired man's words were cut off as a shirtless man suddenly attacked, his burning fist aimed at the cloaked figure.

"You're damn suspicious!" Ace yelled attacked Clementine, the patience he was feeling finally disappearing.

Everyone else watched in shock and horror, their jaws falling to the floor as their hot-headed 2nd division commander attacked the mysterious person.

"That Baka!" Marco hissed ready to stop Ace, knowing this could become a full out war if the attack hit the cloaked figure, especially if they were a part of the Red Hair Pirates

Clementine, on the other hand, giggled in delight, easily making a portal appear in front of her, making it swallow Ace's fist and arm.

The said male stared at the portal in shock not believing his own eyes.

Before he could comprehend anything, the portal disappeared, and he was tackled to the floor by the cloaked figure.

Everyone immediately got tense, their hands grabbing their weapons, pointing to the two form that laid on the floor.

However, they froze as Ace started to bawl loudly, hugging the figure to his chest as he cried in delight.

"CLEMIE!!!!"

"EHHHHHHH?!"

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"Gurahahaha!!" Edward Newgate laughed as he took a chug out his new Sake bottle. Beside him sat Shanks, drinking his own bottle, seeming to be in a good mood because of the amount of alcohol surrounding him.

The two men stared at Ace and Clementine in amusement as the older brother hugged his younger sister, hissing at any males that were trying to approach her.

Clementine, who seemed to be already used to her older brother's behavior, calmly sat in his lap nibbling on a piece of loaf she received from Thatch.

Though, not before Ace took a bite out of it, saying, "I'm just making sure that perverted old man didn't add anything to it."

The rest of the commanders were sitting around Ace, laughing at the unusual sight.

"Who knew Ace had a sister complex?" Marco laughed teasingly, making the mentioned male glare at him.

"Hah? How can I not be worried? Look at how cute she is! Every time we went to the village I had to kick some bastard away so she wouldn't get kidnapped!" Ace yelled as he squeezed Clementine's cheek.

The blonde female who had gotten rid of her cloak scowled, slapping away Ace's hand as she rubbed her reddening cheek.

Before the male could complain, Clementine created a portal with her right hand, grabbing a large piece of meat, stuffing it into the male's mouth.

"There, eat and be quiet," Clementine quietly stated.

Everyone sweatdropped at her cool behavior.

'She's so different from Ace.... She seems more level-headed, unlike this hot-blooded idiot...' Marco thought in amusement, watching as the smaller female scolded Ace who seemed to grow depressed at each remark she made.

All of the white beard commander than looked at the female in surprise as she suddenly got on her knees. She faced all the commanders with a blank look, her icy eyes piercing to each of them for a second. She carefully placed her hands together before bowing deeply, her head touching the floor in Wano style.

"Thank you for taking care of Ace. Although he could be extremely hot-blooded and stupid at times, he has a strong heart, and I'm sure he means well. I'm very glad he has found a family like this crew," Clementine thanked, her long blonde hair falling over her like a curtain.

The commanders all stared in shock, similar thoughts running through their minds, 'SHE REALLY ISN'T LIKE ACE AT ALL!!!'

Izo, the 16th division commander and a former citizen of Wano Country was the first one to snap out of the shock he felt. He placed a gentle hand on Clementine's shoulder, slowly pulling the female up into a sitting position, looking into her eyes.

"Now, now, a lady shouldn't be bowing to men like them," he smiled sending her a wink, "We ladies have to keep our head up with dignity no matter what."

"Oi, oi, oi. Aren't you one of us as well?" Thatch complained, lightly glaring at the man dressed in the purple and pink kimono.

Izo covered his mouth with the back of his hand, "Ohohohoho~ what are you talking about dear Thatch? How can a lady be included in a group of men?"

The men plus Clementine sweat dropped at Izo's comment, but they didn't push it any further.

Quickly they all went back to drinking and laughing, sharing jokes and adventures. Ace looked at his younger sister for a moment before suddenly standing up, pulling Clementine up to her feet as well.

The older male looked at his blonde sister with a grin, taking her hand into his, "come on Clemie, I'm going to introduce you to Oyaji properly!"

A look of hesitation appeared on her face. Earlier when she and Ace reunited, she didn't have a proper chance to greet the Yonko before the banquet began suddenly with a cheer.

She sent Ace a look but the said male seemed to not notice as he dragged her to his captain.

Not seeing any other choice, she looked at Shanks who was drinking beside Whitebeard, looking amused at her.

Even though the red-haired man seemed like he wasn't going to help, he sent her a thumbs up, grinning at her, a cheeky smile on his face.

"I see you finally decided to introduce me to your baby sister, Ace."

Clementine froze at the deep voice and stared up at the large man who easily towered over her even with him sitting.

Whitebeard looked at the younger girl, his eyes scrutinizing her icy blue eyes that stared back at him, not wavering at all.

'Those eyes.... I've seen those eyes before....' The older man thought, feeling confusion for a moment. After a moment, a realization hit him as he remembered a certain woman. They weren't the same eyes. But they had the same kindness and strength in them.

'Roger, it seems like this girl is much like your wife, Portgas D. Rouge. She seems to hold the same will power your wife had....'

"Gurararara!! Come here, child!" Whitebeard laughed as he motioned for the girl to come forward.

Clementine did as she was told, proudly standing in front of the man who was said to be the most powerful man in the current world.

Before the blonde knew what was happening, a large but gentle hand was placed on her head.

"Welcome to the family my daughter!!! Since Ace is my son, I welcome you as one of my daughters as well!"

Clementine stared at the man in surprise before smiling slightly, "well, then I shall call you Papa then."

Both Ace and Whitebeard looked at each other before breaking into a burst of laughter.

"Papa it is! Yarou domo it's a banquet to celebrate our new daughter!!!" Whitebeard yelled as he threw his barrel into the air.

"Aye!!!!"

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wistfulcynic · 5 years

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Drink the Wild Air (2/?)

@thisonesatellite continues to be awesome (she can’t help herself), and so here is Part Two of her birthday fic. Perfect for soothing hangovers (but maybe some paracetamol as well, just to be safe ❤️❤️)

IN WHICH pirating is done and we meet a mysterious new character.

SUMMARY: Once upon a time a princess fell in love with a pirate. This is their story.

A Captain Duckling high-seas adventure tale in which princesses are kidnapped (OR ARE THEY), sea battles are fought, SWASH is BUCKLED and CASTLES are STORMED.

(also EVIL is VANQUISHED and FAMILIES are REUNITED)

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PART THE SECOND: THE TWO PIRATES

The sun rose in spectacular fashion that morning, the bending light of its rays painting the sky in a wash of delicate pink and orange streaked with gold. The light traced a shimmering path across the becalmed ocean, bathing the royal flagship in a warm glow and reflecting its image cleanly in the flat surface of the water. Every detail of the finely carved decorations that adorned the hull, the tall, square-rigged masts, even the lettering on the Queen’s standard hanging high atop the mainmast was lovingly caressed by the rosy dawn.

As the first narrow sliver of the sun itself crested the horizon the pirates attacked.

Their ship appeared as if from nowhere, moving swiftly across the water in defiance of the lack of wind, coming up alongside the flagship’s port stern with cannon at the ready. The first volley of their attack was loosed with stunning force and precision, easily piercing the flagship’s thick hull, shattering her rudder and plunging her gun decks into chaos.

“How the devil did they manage that?” cried the flagship’s first mate, leaning over the railing of the quarterdeck and gaping at the massive hole in the side of his ship. “What kind of guns could they possibly have?”

He trained his spyglass on the pirate ship—or rather, on the place where the ship had been, but the smaller vessel was nowhere to be seen. He spun about, scanning the horizon until he spotted the pirates just off his starboard bow. Through his spyglass he watched as they loaded their five guns —only five!— and loosed a second volley, one that blasted a hole in the starboard hull to match the one on the port side and took out the mainmast in a burst of jagged splinters. The fist mate watched in frozen disbelief as the huge beam bent beneath the weight of sheets and sails with an earsplitting creak then came crashing down across the quarterdeck, crushing the ship’s helm and—though he tried his best to leap clear of its path—knocking him down and trapping his leg beneath it.

He was quite a young man, this first mate, perhaps too young for the responsibility he carried on his narrow shoulders, but he had carried it for so long now that its weight was as intrinsic to him as the blue of his eyes. Those eyes glinted now with a grim determination as he shoved at the mast, feeling certain that any attempt to dislodge it could only be a vain one but unable to abide inaction as the pirate ship swung about and came up on the flagship broadsides. He pushed against the mast with all the surprising strength of his thin arms, bracing his shoulders and putting all his weight behind them, but it refused to budge.

With a growl of frustration he ceased his efforts, collapsed back against the ship’s rail and watched helplessly as the pirates began to board the Queen’s vessel and subdue her crew. The manner of their attack caught his attention and caused his frown to deepen: methodical, dispassionate, and far more terrifying in its cool efficiency than howling, frenzied bloodlust would have been. This was clearly not their first cotillion; not only had their gunner known precisely where and how to hit the naval vessel to disable her completely, but the pirates themselves carried out their onslaught on the decks with a strategy and discipline that rivalled that of the military itself. Or rather, it was precisely the sort of onslaught that standard military discipline would most struggle to repel.

Interesting.

The first mate watched the events on the lower decks unfold thorough eyes narrowed in speculation, taking in every detail. The Queen’s men fought as valiantly as could be expected, considering most were conscripts like himself and more concerned with their own survival than the glory of their monarch, but they were no match for the pirates’ skill and ruthlessness. One by one they fell, each more easily than the last, and by the time the pirate captain sauntered up to where he lay pinned to the quarterdeck the first mate had accepted that surrender was his only option

“Are you the captain of this vessel?” the pirate inquired, and the first mate took his time in answering as he assessed the man before him. Fairly standard pirate, he concluded dismissively, all black leather and dark-rimmed eyes with elaborate embroidery on his bright red waistcoat. The first mate was far more interested in the figure at his side, a slender, lithe one, dressed in tan breeches and a blue coat with a long tail of golden hair just visible beneath a sweeping feathered hat.

A woman, the first mate marvelled. There could be no question of it now that he was close enough to see the delicate lines of her profile, the curve of her waist as she rested her hand on the pommel of the sword at her hip. A woman, who had fought alongside the captain and now stood beside him as an equal. One whose skill with her sword had caught the first mate’s eye even in the midst of the battle fray— smooth and daring and masterfully controlled. One he’d seen with his own eyes vanquish at least five of the Queen’s crew. This—she—was a good deal more intriguing than the pirate captain himself, with his poncy coat and his eyeliner.

The pirate raised an eyebrow. “Well?” he prompted.

“I’m the first mate.”

“And where’s your captain?”

Probably in his cabin, polishing his sword, thought the first mate with an internal sneer. Their captain owed his position to his unfailing loyalty to their Queen, but loyalty did not equal ability and it most certainly did not denote courage.

“Well, I��d ask you to take me to him,” smirked the pirate. “But you appear somewhat incapacitated. Perhaps you’d be so kind as to direct us to his cabin.”

“And why should I do that?” snapped the first mate. He might have accepted the inevitability of his surrender, but he didn’t have to make it easy for them.

“We are prepared to offer you (we the first mate noted, glancing again at the woman) the same deal that we offered your crew. Pledge fealty to us, and we will see your wounds are treated and you are given quarter, and a place on my ship. A share in both the work and the spoils.”

(We offer you, but my ship. Fascinating.)

“Fealty,” echoed the first mate. “That’s a strong word for pirates. Who are you, exactly, to make such a demand?”

“I am Killian Jones, captain of the Jolly Roger. And this—” he indicated the woman with a soft, involuntary smile that sang of tender and abiding love (the first mate’s jaw dropped) “—is Princess Emma of Misthaven.”

“Princess Em—” scoffed the first mate, but then the woman turned her head to look straight at him. The rising sunlight hit her face and the first mate gasped. He had seen a rendering of Princess Emma —long ago, he did not care to think on it— and barring some miracle of false resemblance, this was surely she. Dressed as a pirate. Fighting in pirate battles. With a pirate captain gazing at her as though she’d hung the stars.

Well that more than adequately explained their demand for fealty, the first mate reflected, though he found it odd that they should be so free with the princess’s identity. A missing princess, specifically Emma of Misthaven, was a thing in which his Queen —among numerous others— would surely take the keenest interest. Yet here they were, announcing her openly as if the quarterdeck of a sinking ship were a bloody palace ballroom.

“Your Highness,” he said, bowing as best he could whilst sprawled out at her feet with his leg crushed beneath the fallen mainmast. “Lieutenant William Jones, First Mate of Her Majesty’s Ship The Soaring Raven. At your service.”

“Jones,” said the princess, with a teasing smile at the pirate. “Relative of yours?”

“It’s a fairly common name, love,” the captain replied. “I’m sure I’d know if I had any close relations still living.” His tone was light but a small frown creased his brow as he regarded First Mate Jones more closely, taking in the shape of his cheekbones and the colour of his eyes. “So what say you, lad?” he challenged. “Will you join us, or will we leave you here to bleed out on the deck?”

Lieutenant Jones gave the pirate a hard stare. The man’s face wore a smirk that the younger Jones would love to punch off it but there was intelligence in his eyes and courage in his bearing, and a crew behind him who had captured the finest ship in the Royal Navy as easily as drawing breath. And a princess at his side who looked at him with as much love as he clearly felt for her— as though he’d hung the moon to match her stars. It seemed there was more to Killian Jones than black leather and attitude, and despite himself William Jones was intrigued.

The young man made his decision. A rash one perhaps but fully his own, and he found that the rush of choosing his fate for himself, whether wisely or not, exhilarated him. The sea was in his blood but the Queen’s navy had not been his choice, he reasoned. What did it matter what flag he sailed under so long as he sailed?

With a smirk of his own he met his new captain’s eyes. “I pledge my fealty,” he said. “I will join your crew.”

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