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storiesforallfandoms · 6 months

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captive ~ blackbeard/edward teach; our flag means death

word count: 3808

request?: no

description: in which his crew takes a hostage without his permission, so he decides to make her a reluctant part of the crew

pairing: blackbeard (edward teach) x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of raids, raid typical violence, can say this is pre-canon or non-canon because stede isn't mentioned, bi!blackbeard (we are not erasing mlms in this household)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The heavy pound of boots moved across the deck. The leather clad captain looked over his crew; some wounded from the raid but most were fine. His dark clothes hid the blood that was covering him - none of it his own. He grinned in pride to himself, proud of himself and his crew for another successful raid.

He stopped suddenly, noticing a new face tied up to their mast. The unknown woman glared up at him through the hair that had fallen into her face.

"Izzy," Blackbeard beaconed. "Who is this?"

"Captive, sir," Izzy responded. "We found her hiding below deck before abandoning the ship."

"I told you no captives," Blackbeard sneered. "Captives are just extra weight. We kill anyone on the ships we raid."

Their captive winced at his words. The fear didn't go unnoticed by the ruthless pirate captain.

"Bring her to me."

She tried to fight against the two crew members who grabbed hold of her, but there was no use. They untied her from the mast but kept her hands restrained in front of her. She stood before Blackbeard, trying to keep eye contact with him as to not seem afraid, but her trembling body gave her away. She flinched as he grabbed her bound hands. When he unsheathed his knife, nearby crewmates gasped and watched intently, both nervous and intrigued by the thought of seeing their captain slaughter someone on the deck.

When he cut the restraints, everyone let out a breath. The captive nearly collapsed and sobbed with relief.

"Come with me," he said. He started to walk towards his office, but the captive didn't follow. He glanced back at her. "That wasn't a question."

She reluctantly followed the pirate captain. All eyes followed her until she passed through the doorway and Blackbeard shut it behind her. She was so tense her body almost hurt. She didn't realize her hands were balled into fists until she felt her nails biting into her palms.

Blackbeard approached a table with an assortment of alcohol bottles on it. He took two glasses and filled them both. He gestured to a desk with chairs on either said - his desk. "Sit."

She did as he said. It was another "not question", and she figured it was best to follow those instructions at that point. She sat and Blackbeard placed the glass of alcohol in front of her. She glanced at it for a moment before looking back up at him. He rolled his eyes and took a mouthful of his own drink.

"Poured it from the same bottle, so there's nothing in it," he said.

"I don't drink," she said. It was the first time she had spoken since the raid. Her voice was scratchy and her throat felt raw. "Can I have water instead?"

She was shocked when Blackbeard stood and actually fulfilled her request. When he placed the glass in front of her, she immediately chugged down the contents of it. Blackbeard sat across from her again, studying her as he nursed his drink.

She didn't meet his eye as she placed the glass on the desk and said, "Thank you."

"What's your name?"

She hesitated, but eventually she responded, "(Y/N)."

"As a pirate rule of thumb, (Y/N), you show your captain respect. That means you answer the questions I ask, and you look at me when we're speaking."

Her head snapped up quickly. "Captain? You're not - "

"I didn't kill you, but I can't let you go, either. It risks you running off and turning our last known location in to the authorities."

"Then keep me captive."

"We don't hold captives here. Either you die or you join us. But I'm making the choice for you this time; you're joining us."

(Y/N) felt like she was going to cry. It felt like a lose-lose situation for her. She didn't want to die or be held captive by the most notorious pirate captain, but she also didn't want to become a pirate. She wanted to go home to her parents, who she was sure were going to be worried sick once they heard the news of the raid, and mourn the loss of her friends who were on the ship that was invaded. She certainly did not want to live alongside the savages who killed her friends.

But it seemed there was no choice. She wasn't about to fight Blackbeard on this when he was allowing her to live. But it truly felt like a fate worse than imprisionment.

"I'll have my first mate prepare a cabin for you," he said. "And I promise you, (Y/N), my crew will leave you alone. No one will harm you."

(Y/N) nodded, too upset to speak.

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The weeks went by and (Y/N) fell into a routine with her new shipmates. She was still keeping to herself, not wanting to see any of the crew unless necessary. She was still trying to pretend like this whole thing wasn't happening.

Blackbeard kept his promise, too. The day after her unwilling induction into the crew, Blackbeard had warned his crew that if he heard of anyone intentionally harming (Y/N), that he would deal with them in the most painful manner, and his warning definitely seemed to stick. No one even dared to look (Y/N)'s way most days, and after so long they started treating her like one of them.

(Y/N) wished that made her feel better, but she was miserable.

She was stood at the bow one night after everyone else had turned in. She had been doing that a lot lately: watching the calm, night water on her own, most times crying as she mourned the life she had lost. Tonight, though, there had been no tears. Just memories of her family and the friends she lost in the raid.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't hear anyone approach until a voice suddenly said, "You're up awful late."

She jumped and turned to see Blackbeard stood next to her. She looked away from him, still unable to maintain eye contact with the man who was supposed to be her "captain".

"I could say the same to you," she muttered.

"I don't tend to sleep very well."

(Y/N) dared a quick glance at Blackbeard. His face didn't give anything away, but she wondered the context behind his words. He was the most feared pirate captain in the world, what caused him to be sleepless? Was he haunted by the images of the people he had killed? Or was it something that went back even further than his pirate days?

"I'd ask if it's the snoring, but you have your own quarters so you should be safe from that," he said.

(Y/N) was shocked to feel a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "Actually, Fang snores so loudly that I can hear it in my quarters."

She was more shocked to hear Blackbeard genuinely laugh at her comment. "Yeah, I feel like I can sometimes, too."

He was hesitant for a moment, but he decided to settle next to her, leaning against the small space of wall left next to her. His shoulder brushed against hers, but for once, she didn't feel the urge to cringe away from a touch.

"I like to watch the water when I can't sleep, too," he said. "It's very peaceful and calming."

"I think about jumping in and swimming away sometimes," (Y/N) blurted before she could stop herself.

Blackbeard looked over at her, but she refused to look back at him. "Where would you go?"

She shrugged. "To the nearest land, and then try and find a way back to my parents."

"I hope you're a strong swimmer, then, because there isn't any land for miles."

(Y/N) laughed, humorlessly. "Actually, I'm quite shit at swimming. I'd probably drown. But it's a fantasy I often have when I'm here at night."

A silence fell over them. Blackbeard was still looking at her. If she had dared to meet his gaze, she would've seen a look of pity on his face. Blackbeard was more than aware of what (Y/N) had lost when they raided her ship and his crew stupidly took her as a captive instead of killing her or leaving her on the ship they had invaded. Despite what most people thought, he wasn't heartless. Not completely, anyways. He had a soft spot that very few people were able to get to, and (Y/N) had somehow managed to get to do it with just one terrified look.

"Tell me about your parents," he said.

She finally looked at him, curious. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything."

She thought for a moment, wondering if this was some sort of test or something. But the look on his face was sincere, a look that she hadn't seen from him since being taken aboard the ship.

"My father is a painter," she started. "He met my mother at a gallery where his art was hung. She was betrothed to someone else at the time, but she always said she saw my father for the first time and immediately fell in love with him. She said she begged her father - my grandfather - for days and days to break off the engagement to the other man so she could marry my father instead."

"And did he?"

(Y/N) smiled as she nodded. "Eventually, yeah. It took a lot of convincing. The man my mother was supposed to marry was from a wealthy family, so my grandfather wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of her wanting to marry a painter instead. Apparently, my father ended up making some sort of beautiful painting that persuaded both of my grandparents."

Blackbeard raised an eyebrow at her. "Apparently?"

"Well, I've never seen it. Mum claims that my grandparents had it, but they passed before I was born and most of their possessions were sold."

"So you don't believe the painting exists?"

"I believe my father painted something beautiful, but he probably sold it for a lot of money to bribe my grandfather into letting him marry mum instead."

"Smart man, then."

The two of them laughed. The atmosphere around them began to feel less tense, which was probably the biggest shock to (Y/N). She didn't expect to see a softer side to the man who was known for breaking just about every law in existence, and maybe even some that hadn't even been invented yet. Although, she hadn't expected him to take mercy on her when his crew kidnapped her either.

"Are you their only child?" Blackbeard asked.

"No, I have five siblings actually. Two sisters, three brothers. Six of us in total."

He winced. "God, your poor mum."

(Y/N) laughed again. "Yeah, it's definitely not something I strive for in life. By my age she already had two kids, but I can't imagine even having one."

There was a pause, like Blackbeard was thinking, before he asked, "Did you have a husband? Or a betrothed?"

(Y/N) also paused, considering the question for a moment. "No. My parents didn't believe in the arranged marriages. They wanted us to marry for love, and I haven't quite found that love yet."

Blackbeard nodded and they fell back into a silence again. (Y/N) found herself leaning closer against him, the light brush of their shoulders becoming more than that. He leaned into her as well until she was all but pressed against his side.

"Thank you for sparing me," (Y/N) said, breaking the silence. "This may not have been my ideal outcome from being captured, but it certainly beats the alternative."

Blackbeard smiled. "You're welcome. I'm glad I spared you."

She wasn't sure how long they ended up standing there, leaning against one another and watching the water, but eventually (Y/N) felt her eyes growing heavy. Her head lulled to the side, resting against Blackbeard's shoulder. She felt him tense beside her for a moment, which was enough to jolt her back to reality.

"I guess I should get to bed," she said. She started to walk towards the cabins, but stopped to turn back to Blackbeard. "Goodnight, captain."

"Ed."

Her brows furrowed. "What?"

"My name, it's actually Ed. If you want to call me that, I mean. I wouldn't mind."

She smiled. "Ed. Goodnight, Ed."

"Goodnight (Y/N)."

~~~~~~

In the days that followed, (Y/N) found herself more drawn to Ed, and it seemed he felt the same way. He would often call on her to spend time together, leave her notes in her quarters to meet him once everyone else had gone to bed so they could spend some time alone, he even once allowed her to be present during a meeting with Izzy where they were trying to figure out the next destination of the ship. Izzy was very clearly not happy with the new addition, and that quickly became the last time (Y/N) was ever involved with those types of meetings.

She started to open up more to her other crewmates, but not as much as she did with Ed. It was a great shock to her, but she found herself developing a kinship with him.

Maybe even more than that. Maybe she was developing feelings for him that she was too scared to admit to.

But all those feelings came out one day when an otherwise beautiful, calm day at sea was interrupted by the harsh jolt of something hitting the water beside them, causing the waves to nearly capsize the ship.

"What the fuck was that?" Fang said, rushing to the side to look over. The other crewmates followed just in time to see a large black object fall into the water mere inches away from the ship, causing another wave to throw all of them to the floor.

"We're being attacked!" Izzy called from the crow's nest. "Everyone, get in position!"

(Y/N) was left confused and scared as she watched the other crewmates scramble around the ship. She had never been told what to do in the event of an attack. Surprisingly, they hadn't been the ones to be attacked since she joined the crew. They had done plenty of attacking, but Ed was insistent upon her not being involved in any of that. Not that she minded, the last thing she wanted to do was to fight other blood thirsty pirates.

But it seemed now she had no choice. She couldn't run to her quarters and hideaway from the attack. That's how she was captured but Ed's men in the first place, and she wasn't about to become a captive on another ship. Her only defense was to try and figure out how to fight.

Another cannonball hurtled through the sky, this time flying over the ship and landing in the water on the other side, throwing the shipmates off their balance yet again. (Y/N) fell onto the deck, the impact knocking the wind out of her. Her head was spinning as she looked up to see someone climbing over the side of the boat and onto the deck. She let out a shriek as she realized it was not a member of their crew, but rather their attackers were coming on board.

Before the attacker could get far, Izzy appeared almost out of nowhere and dug his sword into the attacker's chest. His eyes glazed over and his body went limp within seconds. Izzy shoved the lifeless body back over the side of the ship before turning to (Y/N). She couldn't tell if he was annoyed by her lack of fighting skills, or with the fact that the ship was being attacked in general.

"Get out of here," he said. "Hide below deck where the gunpowder and weapons are. They'll want Ed, so they won't go anywhere near there."

She nodded, still a bit shocked by everything going on and by Izzy's brief moment of kindness. He turned his back on her to keep fighting the other attackers that were starting to board the ship. While he and the other crewmates kept them busy, (Y/N) quickly slipped below deck and went exactly where Izzy told her to go. Their weapons hold was full of barrels and other large boxes holding the weapons they had taken from previous raids. (Y/N) wedged herself between a few barrels, hoping she was out of sight enough if anyone did happen to come down.

All she could hear above was the sounds of feet pounding against the desk, and louder sounds of bodies hitting the floor. She flinched with every loud thud over her head, wondering if it was an attacker or one of her crewmates that had gone down. She wondered where Ed was, if he had gotten wind of the attack before any of the attackers found him. She knew anyone who dared to go after the feared pirate captain Blackbeard would be no match for him, but there was still this fear in the pit of her stomach whenever she thought about the possibility of Ed being ambushed and harmed.

She froze as she heard footsteps descending the stairs leading into the weapons area. She waited, hoping that whoever it was would just move along, but she didn't hear any movement that would tell her what they were doing. She held her breath, but her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure that whoever it was could hear her.

Footsteps began to move through the room. She shrank further behind the barrels she was using as a hiding spot. She was shaking so violently that her vision was starting to blur. What was she going to do if the person who came down found her? She hadn't brought a weapon, she had no idea how to fight, and there was no way she was getting past the person and back up onto the deck before they could grab her. She was truly and royally fucked.

She couldn't contain a gasp as one of the barrels moved and an unfamiliar man sneered down at her.

"I thought I saw someone run down here," he said. "What's wrong, pretty girl? You don't know how to fight the big bad pirates?"

Suddenly, she had flashbacks of when Izzy had found her first and taken her captive. She thought he was scary at the time, but Izzy was nothing compared to this pirate. She was sure that if he took her, that would be the end of her. She would never see Ed again, and he would never know which of the attackers had taken her last breath.

Fear was starting to overflow within her, so much so that tears were starting to form in her eyes. This just made the man laugh.

"Ain't that cute? Tears aren't going to save you, pretty girl."

(Y/N) shut her eyes tightly as the man began to reach for his weapon. She didn't hear another set of footsteps coming down the stairs, nor did she see someone coming up behind the new attacker. But she heard the sound of a blade piercing flesh, followed by the sound of the man making noises she wished she didn't know existed. She opened one eye in time to watch the man topple over, lifeless, and to see Ed stood behind him.

"Ed," she breathed, a sob escaping her lips as she did.

He sheathed his blade and quickly took (Y/N) into his arms. He held her tightly as she began to sob.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair. "I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't know you were down here until I finally managed to find Izzy. I would've had you hidden in a safe place if I knew you were here."

"Izzy told me it was safe down here," (Y/N) said, her words muffled in Ed's leather. "He said they would be after you and no one would come down here."

"They normally don't, but this fucker saw you come down here and decided to come after you. Fuck, I should've come looking for you the minute they started attacking us."

"You had a ship to protect."

"I don't give a fuck about the ship. I only give a fuck about you."

She pulled away from his embrace to look up at him. For the first time, (Y/N) saw fear in Ed's eyes. He knew she was safe, he was holding her, seeing her, after saving her from being killed herself, but still she could see how scared he had been that he might've lost her. That if he had been just a few seconds later, he would've come down to find her dead body instead.

Ed wasn't afraid of an attack or of losing his ship. He was afraid of losing her.

Before she could stop herself, she took hold of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't stop her. In fact, he reached one hand up to gently cup her face. She held on to his leather like it was her lifeline, and he held on to her like she was his.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he said once they pulled apart from each other.

"You didn't do it, though. I did," she teased.

"Yeah, but I still kissed you back, so it counts."

"But you didn't initiate the kiss."

"I still kissed you, so it counts."

(Y/N) giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again. Ed wrapped one arm around her lower back and pulled her closer to him. The kiss became passionate quickly, with Ed's hand starting to move lower on (Y/N)'s body.

If it weren't for the sound of someone clearing their throat, it probably would've gone further than that too.

Ed and (Y/N) broke apart and turned to see Izzy stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was looking between the two of them, an amused look on his face.

"Your wounded need you captain," he said.

"Oh, yes, right," Ed said. "I'll be right up. Can you, uh, can you send someone down to deal with this man? He's already dead, but I want to make sure his body burns the same way he will be in Hell."

"Right away, sir."

(Y/N) was sure she saw a smirk on Izzy's face as he climbed up the stairs again.

"Come, someone needs to have a look at you," Ed told her.

She shook her head. "I'm fine. No one hurt me."

"I just want to be sure. Then, you're staying in my quarters tonight. I can't have you out of my sights after this."

She smiled and nodded. "Yes, captain."

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lovelyyy-luna · 2 years

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fate {pt.2}

fandom: taika waititi x fem! reader

fic summary: new to the film industry the reader ends up head over heels for a certain Hollywood star Taika Waititi

chapter summary: taika asks the reader on a date, but she starts over-thinking. She gets locked in the bathroom, but he talks her down and helps her through it.

pronouns: she/her

warning: overthinking?

word count: 1599

date:

PART 1 | PART 2 |

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You both linger in the door frame and then you break it by yawning. “Well you need to get some sleep, gorgeous,” he takes your hand in his and kisses it without breaking eye contact.

He then walks straight across to where the other room is.

You were very confused, “Taika what are you doing?”

“What? Didn't I mention I was in the room right across from you?” The door opened and he smiled at you.

You laughed at the situation and went back into your room smiling.

Fate sure did have a way of making things obvious.

When he left, you went straight to bed. Even in your dreams, he was there.

You woke up to a light but rapid knock on your door.

You got up from your bed and looked through the peephole. It was someone that worked at the hotel. You open the door slightly.

“Morning, miss, I have your room service,” he said.

“I'm sorry, but I didn't order room service.”

“Oh well, maybe it was your boyfriend? It was a man on the phone who made the order.”

“I don't have a-” you were cut off from the door across from you opening.

“Sorry gorgeous, I didn't know what you wanted, but you look like a person who likes waffles,” Taika said.

You smiled at him and told the employee to put it in your room.

“Do you want to have breakfast with me?” you ask.

“Thought you'd never ask” he smiled at you and walked into your room. He tipped the guy, and both of you hopped on the bed.

The food he chose was excellent. The waffles were fluffy, and the bacon was crispy.

You put a movie on in the background, and when the two of you were done, he set the plates outside your door. When he came back, it looked like he was trying to speak, but he couldn't get the words out, and then he just blurted out.

“Have you ever been to the Santa Monica Pier?”

“Um yeah, I've been a couple of times.”

“Oh well, I wondered if you wanted to go with me,” he started rambling on, and you've never seen him nervous. It was pretty cute.

You stood up from the bed and calmly grabbed his hand, “Taika, I'd love to go. How about we get ready? I still need to check out, so I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby?”

“Sounds perfect, gorgeous,” he kissed your cheek and left your room.

You stood there for a moment in shock. Did he just kiss you? Are you about to go on a date with Taika Waititi?

After a few minutes of just trying to process what had happened, you slowly went to the bathroom and started the shower.

You put on some music and got in. Once you were done, you dried your hair, washed your face, and got some clothes on.

You started to pack your bag, and once you were done, you put your bag outside your door and did a quick once over of your room, hoping you didn't forget anything.

You headed to the elevator, and once you were in, you pressed the button to the lobby, and then the doors opened, and you walked towards the front desk.

The checkout was painless, and now you were just waiting for Taika.

You were shaking your leg up and down; you were nervous. The same thing kept going in your head, ‘was this a date?’

Then the elevator door dings, and you focus back to reality.

He looks at you, smiles, and goes to the counter. He was done, and you stood up, and before you could grab your bag, he held it like the gentleman he was.

You both head out, and he has the valet grab his car.

“Do you need to get your car?” he asks.

“Oh no. I didn't drive here; I just ubered. I live in the area.”

“Oh, nice. Do you want me to drive to your place to drop your bags off or go straight to the pier?”

“We can just go straight to the pier,” you said quickly because you didn't want him to see your place. It was a shitty LA apartment that was too small and cost way too much to live there.

“What? You don't want me to see your palace?’

“Um, it's just a mess, and it's out of the way. I wouldn't want you to waste gas.”

“Nonsense, we’ll just drop your bags off, so we don't have to worry about them being in the car.”

You both got in the car, and he started driving. You didn't want him to see your place, but he persisted.

You gave him the address, and once you pulled up, you told him to wait in the car.

He did so, and you got your bag out, walked up the stairs to the second floor, and opened your door. You put your luggage on the bed in your living room because your palace was considered a studio. You then grabbed your small back and put your everyday things in it.

“Wow,” his voice echoed, scaring you half to death.

“What are you doing here? I told you to wait in the car.”

“I know. I just wanted to see your place, and it is amazing. I love all these little knickknacks. And wow, you have a lot of plants and posters- oh my god, is that me?” you look at what he was pointing at, and it is a promo poster of him for What We Do In The Shadows.

Your face was beet red, “oh um yeah, it is. Let's go,” you grabbed his arm, but he didn't budge when you tried to pull him away.

“Hey, what's the rush? Why don't you want me to see the rest of your place?”

You take a deep breath, “It's just that you're rich and famous and live in a multi-million dollar mansion in the hills, and I live in a shitty apartment in the part of LA that is being gentrified. We are just two different people, and you should just go.”

And just like that, you got in your head ruining everything like you always do. You brought tears to your eyes and quickly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind you and sitting on the closed toilet seat.

You always do this. When something good comes around, you always ruin it because you think you don't deserve it. You deserve it; it's just hard to tell your brain that.

“Y/N, please open the door. I'm sorry if I offended you,” he tried jiggling the doorknob, “please open it.”

You sniffle, “It's not locked. The door just gets jammed sometimes,” you get up and try to open it, but it is stuck. You wanted to open it with all your might, and so did he, but it wouldn't budge.

You lean against the door and sink to the floor, and he does the same.

“I'm sorry, Taika. Sometimes I just get up in my head and mess things up,” you said, sniffling.

“You didnt fuck anything up, Y/N. I know things in this industry are too much, but when im with you, I forget about all of that and feel like a normal person.”

You slide your fingers under the gap in the doorway, and he grazes his fingers on yours.

“Um, Taika, I really don't want to ruin this moment, but this door is really jammed,” you say lightly, chuckling.

You can hear him get up from the other side of the door, “Okay, let me try jiggling the handle again.”

He tried, and nothing happened.

“Um, go into my kitchen and get a butter knife in the drawer near the fridge,” you say.

He raids your kitchen and finds a butter knife. He puts the knife between the door and where the lock is.

After a few minutes again, nothing happened, “Um, Y/N, the knife is stuck in the door.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I've got an idea. Back away from the door.”

“Taika, I know what you're thinking. Just call maintenance or something.”

“I've got this all under control, gorgeous. Just back away.”

You go back into the bathtub, and then all you hear from the other side is Taika psyching himself up. Then with one swift kick to the door, it opens, and there are splinters of wood in the hair.

Seeing him doing that was, in all honesty, really attractive. You've never had anyone do that for you. He stood there in the door frame, breathing heavily.

He was looking at you, and you were looking at him. You walked over to him without breaking eye contact and hugged him. It probably wasn't something he was expecting, but even though you had known him for a literal day, you wanted to take your time with whatever this was.

You both decided not to go to the pier and go to Home Depot for a new door. It was his treat, and so you went door shopping.

You were walking down the aisle and trying to find the cheapest door, and you did.

On the drive back to the apartment, you were listening to music, and you were getting hungry, and Taika knew and took you to one of his favorite food spots, Pinks Hot Dogs.

It was a rare occasion that it was almost empty. You both sat outside, and he ordered for you, he told you to trust him, and you did.

The sun was already setting, and it was a great atmosphere. You scooched closer to him once you were finished and put your head on his shoulder. It was just peaceful.

Then the moment was ruined when some people came up to the two of you asking for pictures and autographs.

He politely told them to leave, but you insisted that he please his fans.

You smiled at him taking the photos and talking to them.

Whatever this was, you knew that it wouldn't be a normal relationship. Because this is Hollywood and the hills have eyes.

PART 1 | PART 2 |

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vlion · 2 years

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OFMD Fanfic Coming Soon!

Hi all,

I'm currently on page 16 (ʘ_ʘ) of a poly! Gentlebeard x Fem! Reader fanfic that should (hopefully) be coming in the next few days. It could be as early as tomorrow, but I have a feeling Stranger Things may wreck me for a day or two (if Eddie dies we riot). Requests are going to be closed for a bit longer as I have many to still get to (thank you for your patience! I see you all and I'm cranking them out!), but if anyone would like to be tagged in the upcoming ofmd fanfic feel free to comment on this post (it's basically spicy smut with plot, do NOT comment if you are under 18 or considered a minor in your area).

Thank you all for bearing with me, I hope to have this thing posted ASAP! ~V

#our flag meets death #our flag means gay #ok that second tag took me out-#stede bonnet x reader #blackbeard x reader #gentlebeard #taika waititi x reader #rhys darby x reader

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biggetywitch · 2 years

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Can someone write a taika waititi x Rita Ora or Tessa Thompson x me fic thanks

#taika waititi #taika waititi x reader

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science-really · 2 days

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https://sherri-803.ludgu.top/ie/jDawdBh

#iwaizumi x reader #kids #5sos preference #dnd homebrew #ink #1940s #crochet pattern #night photography #travis scott #lady dimitrescu #kanej #taika waititi

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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On Your Knees, Love (OFMD One-Shot)

Ed Teach/Blackbeard x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You find out Ed has a thing for having his hair played with.

CW: nsfw, sub!Ed, dom!Reader, shin grinding (lmao- what a tag)

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If someone had told you that in x amount of months, Edward Teach, the Blackbeard, would be whimpering at your feet and begging you to let him cum, you would have shot them in the face probably for being so ridiculous.

And yet, on his hands and knees, rutting against your leg like a mutt in heat, was your Ed. You had to take a moment, actually, to really let the sight before you sink in properly. Edward Teach, humping at you and making those delicious sounds just for you. All for you.

Ed was usually very submissive anyway, but you’d made the mistake this morning of playing with his hair in bed before the chores of the day forced the both of you to get up. Your fingers had snagged on a knot and before you could apologise, Ed had let out this noise- this little choked-off whimper that he’d tried to hide from you and that just wouldn’t do. No secrets, thank you.

“Ed,” you’d said carefully, working the knot out slowly so as not to pull. The man hummed in response, not daring to look at you. “Is there something you want to tell me, love?”

Ed had shook his head and replied with a confident- “nah, don’t think so.”

So you’d worked the rest of the knot out before promptly wrapping your fingers around a soft lock and yanking- hard. Ed had let out a yelp, hand flying to meet yours stuck in his hair, though that yelp had trailed off into a deeply incriminating groan, and from over his shoulder you could see his dick twitch in his briefs.

The rest was history, really.

It had taken no time at all to get off the bed and order him to his knees in front of you. Pretty thing that he was didn’t fight you all that hard about it (or at all), and you enjoyed the sight of the flashes of skin peeking through his gown before you softly patted at his head and asked him to confess this little secret one more time.

“Okay, okay,” he rolled his eyes. “I like having my hair played with, alright? Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?”

You’d hummed and lightly pulled at another lock, and when his eyes fluttered shut, you decided that was it. You had to see what else you could make him do with just a few yanks on those greying locks.

“Not quite.”

And so, that’s how you arrived to where you were now- with Blackbeard’s arms wrapped around the back of your legs, and his hard cock rubbing against your shin through his soft underwear. You had both your hands in his hair now, taking turns between yanking and massaging his scalp.

Ed had drooled a wet patch into your own underwear, face pressed into your thigh. God, he was pretty like this.

“P-please,” he whined, peering up at you with those doe eyes of his. “Needa cum, please let me cum.”

You hummed thoughtfully, petting at his hair.

“Have you been a good boy, huh?”

Ed nodded desperately, brows scrunching as he fought not to cum in his pants.

“Yeah, alright,” you answered, smiling down at him. “Cum for me, love.”

Ed panted out a thank you and worked his hips in earnest, mumbling and whining to himself as he got closer and closer to the edge. All it took was one more hard yank and he was spurting cum over himself in his pants, ropes and dribbles of it creating wet patches in the fabric as he ground out his high off you.

You shushed him comfortingly, massaging his abused scalp and leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead.

“There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?”

Ed nodded, letting himself lean back and stretch his muscles. He propped himself up with his arms behind his back and gave you a very blissed-out smile.

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that again, my love,” he grinned. “But later,” he added hastily.

“Mhm,” you hummed back, sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing at his thigh with your socked foot. “Sure thing, my dear. Whatever you want.”

“Don’t promise that,” he giggled. “Never know what I might ask for.”

“Precisely.”

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letsdeerintheheadlightsuniverse · 1 month

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Pairing: Izzy Hands x gn!reader

Synopsis: Upon saving your life, Izzy Hands also unknowingly stole your heart. Will you ever be brave enough to admit your feelings or will the spark that burns between you eventually fizzle out, if not stoked into flames of passion?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Poll

Anti-Hero Bonus Chapter

Chapter 6 (Maroon Edition)

Chapter 7

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torossosebs · 2 years

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even this time taika waititi did an amazing job, thor love and thunder is so good!!! one of the best mcu movies for sure.

#mcu #marvel x reader #disney plus #marvel #thor love and thunder #thor odinson #thor x reader #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth x reader #taika waititi #valkirye #jane foster #lady thor #the mighty thor #guardian of the galaxy #mcu spoilers

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scrambledslut · 7 months

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when my phone storage is full and i start deleting memories instead of pictures of my favorite old men

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slashwhores · 1 year

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Brain: hey! I have a new crush tm for you!

Oh! okay thank you but ya know what I think this is enough, I don't want any more Crushes tm after this :)

Brain: oh uhhh...okay! I get it but really quick

DUED WHAT THE FUCK!?

Brain :Ì̶̮̦̿͐͑t̸̯̽͌ ̸̪̦͂̓͜͝f̶̨̳̣͗ǐ̷̺ḻ̵̡͈̚͜ḻ̶̡̞̣̈̋̒s̷͈̹͂̓̕ ̶̜̤͎̳͝t̵̢̛̝̮́̕h̴͙̲̞͖̑̇ę̵̍͒̓̔ ̴̺̪͓̰̅ṽ̷̮̦̽͠ȍ̵͚̈́i̸̦̯͆̚̚͝d̸̼͔̠̆͜ ̷̗̅̆̅C̵̢͖̼̉̔͝͠y̴̡̦̆n̷̨͗t̴͇̙̺̹͋͗̚͝h̶̝̬̦͛͌í̵̧̤̽͘ǻ̸̢̼ ̵̢̻̩͋͜͝

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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Viago: I dunno, (y/n), I think you’re pretty smart.

You: You also think there’s a little man in the fridge who turns the light off when you close it.

Viago, clenching his fist: And one day I’ll catch him.

#source: madagascar #what we do in the shadows imagine #what we do in the shadows incorrect quotes #what we do in the shadows #incorrect quotes #reader insert #wwdits #wwdits incorrect quotes #incorrect wwdits quotes #viago imagine #viago heimburg #viago x reader #viago #viago wwdits #taika waititi

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nabooberrie · 2 years

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THE TATTOO LOKI HORNS 😭😭😭

#thor ragnarok #thor odinson x reader #thor love and thunder #mighty thor #jane foster #thor odinson #loki of asgard #loki layfeson #mcu phase 4 #taika waititi #korg #tony stark #peter parker #bruce banner #guardian of the galaxy #star lord #rocket #gamorra #baby groot

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so-far-frogs-and-oscar · 2 years

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Another day without Nandor, Viago or Blackbeard fics to read. I wither.

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Viago Dating A Plus Size!Reader Would Include...

Request: OK so this is my first time requesting something and I'm rlly nervous but can u do viago x chubby reader and/or izzy hands x chubby reader bc I've noticed there's not much stories of that but if u don't want 2 that's fine I don't wanna burden with my sh*t. Luv -me

Hello my lovely @bloody-bunni666 please don’t feel nervous at all, these are such sweet ideas! <3

Warning: mentions of blood, lots of kisses, and mentions of glove slapping, flying, and general vampire hissing!

Please comment if you liked this! <3

(I do not own What We Do In The Shadows or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @eaion.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Short, tall, skinny, curvy: Viago is going to adore you for you no matter what you look like! So having a plus sized S/O is absolutely fantastic, wonderful, show stopping, spectacular; this man spends all night every night showing you how much his undead heart yearns and bleeds solely for you.

I mean, my man’s a literal vampire with super strength, so definitely be ready for him to tug you down to sit on his lap no matter what either of you might be doing. During flat meetings, he’ll sit down on his chair and then hold out his hand for you to take, all gentleman-like until his fingers have curled one by one around the back of your hand. Then he orderly nestles you down to sit on his lap, the tailcoats of his jacket tickling your legs and his chin bumping into your head. He drives Deacon mad with the way he keeps giggling while he presses kisses against your neck and pretends to bite you whenever he’s trying to talk, but Viago will just straight up hiss at him if he dares to remark on it.

Of course Viago isn’t going to make you sleep in his coffin with him as you’re still human, so he sets up a bed right next to him! You don’t even ask where he gets it from, choosing instead to run away from the grunts and yells of Vladislav as he shoves it through the front door, dripping with puddle water and trails of dirt from what you can only guess is the neighbour’s flowerbeds, before he slides it into Viago’s bedroom. He asks Deacon’s familiar to buy loads of decorative pillows: those really cheesy like ‘live laugh love’ or ‘I heart you’ ones that he bends over in a fit of giggles whenever he sees, it’s so sweet. He also makes a relenting Vladislav bid for throws and blankets for you online, so that you’ll be all comfortable and cosy in what he knows is a pretty bleak and cold house.

Every morning, you’ll settle down to try to get some sleep, only to spot Viago’s curls floating in the edge of your vision. Turns out he’s peeking out with those planet-wide, anime shining eyes of his from the corner of his coffin. He’s wearing a bashful smile as he spots you noticing him, lifting up a small flap he sawed jaggedly into the side of his coffin as he reaches his arm through to hold your hand over the gap.

You’ve definitely caught him cuddling those same pillows whenever you have to leave the house for a couple of weeks at a time, sniffing them and holding them up to his chest as if he was squeezing the daylights out of them; at the same time, he holds them so gingerly and rocks them like a new born baby. Sometimes, you come back to find he’s even tried his best to hang your jackets back up in the same position, but you always get him to finally confess that he wore them out clubbing once or twice. Mainly to show off to everyone the cool lace design you have on them, and he says with that sweet little shoulder tilt he does that it feels like he’s always getting a warm hug from you while he wears them.

Not going to lie, he finds it adorable if you try to stand up for him when the group goes out and around town. Although his natural instinct to protect you kicks in, and he does pull you behind his back and stands between you and the danger of the werewolf pack when you accidentally bump into them, if you come round behind him and tell them off for being so rude to your boyfriend he’ll just freeze. He’s completely shocked for a moment, stock still like a bean pole, before a proud, shy, demure smile breaks out - the kind that would leave him a blushing, hand waving his face to cool down mess if he were still alive. If anyone dares to be rude to you in return though, he’ll take off his gloves and slap them in the face for their troubles, without a moment’s hesitation hindering him or any doubt on his face.

As you walk back to the bus, he has one of your hands pressed up into a fist against his heart, and his other hand wrapped tightly around his waist as he matches your step. Even though you know he’s still aghast at the lack of manners the wolf pack has, he still wants to do his best to reassure you everything is alright. He smiles down at you and then leans over to press a chaste kiss against your forehead, all the love stored up in his heart over the last four hundred years pouring out of his eyes, just for you. The adoration shines through, like sparkles of rain kissing dew off a flower - so pure, and real, and sentimental.

He tries to cook dinner for you from time to time... well, when he’s not too busy bumbling about the walls hissing and mumbling angrily to himself about all the bloody dishes that are in his way in the sink. He tries, even if he does set the kitchen curtains alight. This, in turn, brings down Deacon and Vladislav, who proceed to spend the next twenty minutes flying around the house hissing at the fire alarms that Stu installed the month before that they can’t find lmao. He’ll sit beside you in the living room, having lit a wonky looking candle to try and be all romantic, before feeding it to you with his fork. After a charred bite or two, he finally gives in when he sees you wincing as you chew and allows Nick to order in take out.

He’s 100% the type of guy to sneak attack kisses on you!!! He thinks you’re so beautiful 24/7 and drop dead stunning oh my, he can’t help but run up behind you while you’re trying to get ready in the mornings. Although his reflection doesn’t show up in the bathroom mirror, the nearing sound of giggle fits and his shoes squeaking over the balcony landing always give him away. He comes bumping up behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and protectively splaying his slender fingers tenderly and protectively around where your bellybutton lies. Then he launches a thousand peppering kisses over the back of your head, the nape of your neck, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, and down until his fangs draw over your pulse point. When you start to laugh too, then, and only then, is he happy.

Speaking of, if you manage to get your hands out of his vice like grip and run them through the usually so kempt curls of his hair, he’ll growl into your skin and blow a raspberry in retaliation.

You keep getting really long, perfect grammar texts from him while you’re out. They’re always like: ‘I crave you more than the drops of life’, ‘I miss you more than the tides of time miss the caress of the moon’s silvery shine’ and ‘could you please pick me up another pair of breeches, I got blood all over my new pair.’

He also loves taking the opportunity to be the small spoon from time to time!!! Like when the two of you are in his pottery studio, he finds it really lovey-dovey and relaxing to be able to take a turn to be held from behind. He’s terribly flustered to admit it, but it makes him super hot under the collar to feel your arms tighten around his waistcoat. The way your fingers dance over his and help him shape an actual pot for once, your warm breath against the shell of his ear making him hitch the breath he didn’t even need to take. It usually ends up with the two of you doing a walk of shame past a snarling Deacon later, with clay streaked all over your faces because Viago can’t help but turn his face around, cup your cheeks, and kiss you so silly all the air is drawn out of your lungs.

He just loves you so much I just -*sob*

#what we do in the shadows #viago #taika waititi #viago imagine #wwdits #viago von dorna schmarten scheden heimburg #viago x reader #viago heacanons #wwdits imagine #what we do in the shadows imagine #viago von dorna schmarten scheden heimburg imagine #viago wwdits #viago wwdits imagine #viago what we do in the shadows #wwdits movie #what we do in the shadows movie

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