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b0ther · 3 years

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glass of rum

beidou just wants to see your pretty little face falter under her touch.

pairing : beidou x reader (fem pronouns, afab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : praise kink, fingerfucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, thigh riding, tits fondling, clothed sex, hickeys, corruption kink if u squint, beidou is possessive

word count : 2,008

author's note : dom beidou can do anything to me.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )

You couldn’t count how many times you came that night.

The moon was reaching its full height on the cloudless sky, small and serene waves were hitting the Alcor, creating a rocking motion to the ship. It would’ve been the perfect night to sleep under the star filled sky, but the Captain had other plans tonight, and it didn’t involve you getting any rest.

You adored Beidou, much like many others, and you would do anything to please her. Your infatuation might have crossed the line, and she recognized the power she had over you.

As you were delivering to her a glass of rum, the captain had beckoned to you with only her fingers to approach her, resting her jaw on her other hand as she assessed you up and down, like a predator ready to pounce at her prey.

You had worn your best skirt, short and loose, and your thinnest blouse. You made it clear to anyone that saw you on the way to the cabin that you had one goal in mind; and that is to grab the Captain’s attention.

And it worked.

When you got close enough, she pushed the chair she was sitting on back, tapping on her thigh to motion for you to sit on her lap.

“Captain…” You felt your core dampening as you drank in the sight of the way she was sitting with her legs wide open.

“Darling,” she raised an eyebrow, and you felt yourself getting more aroused at the sweet pet name she offered you. “I am not a patient woman.”

You should’ve known that she was up to no good—the gaze in her eyes were evident enough that she was about to let herself indulge in you. As you nestled yourself comfortably on one thigh, Beidou brought the glass of alcohol to your lips.

You looked at the liquor, before blinking at her. Beidou’s lips turned into a small snarl, you looked so innocent that night that it was almost funny how bad she wanted to ruin you right there and then.

“Drink up,” she muttered, holding you close to her body by your waist. Her fingers dug to the material of the shirt you were wearing, possessively disabling you from getting up.

She pushed the glass on your mouth and you yelped, feeling the hot liquid burning your throat, spilling heavily out from the edges of your lips. You widened your eyes when your blouse got soaked with the liquor.

Beidou didn’t let you finish the rum, and instead, she slammed the glass on her table.

“You’re such a pretty girl,” her tongue travelled from your jaws to the gathering alcohol on your neck, lapping your skin dry as you panted, shifting on your seat to get some friction on your pussy.

The hand she used to grasp on your waist entered your blouse, rubbing your bare skin underneath the material before eventually coming to fondle one of your tit, tugging at them roughly, rolling your hardened nipples between her fingers.

You whimpered underneath her touch, excitement flaring up your chest as she leaned down to take your abandoned, clothed bud between her teeth.

“Captain,” you ran your fingers on her hair, gripping on them softly as she continued giving your tits the treatment. She grazed your areola with her nail and you arched your back in response.

You watched as her closed eye fluttered open, letting go of your teat in her mouth with a small “pop”. She admired the way your nipples protrude against the material of your top, before eventually lifting it up to let your glorious tits be displayed to her.

Instinctively, your arms went to cover your chest, but she gently tugged it away, emphasizing her grip on your other tit by squeezing you hard.

A gasp escaped your lips, and Beidou took her sweet time lionizing the shape of your tits. Her hand touched your bare knee, slowly inching up to your inner thigh—the pace was slow and deadly, you wanted to tell her to hurry up and fuck you, but the intensity around her caused you to not speak up.

“You’re not wearing anything underneath,” she lowly questioned as her fingers were approaching your throbbing heat, resting on your creamy thigh. You had to bite down on your lips hard in order to not make a sound.

Beidou looked up from your chest, eyes slanting and reprimanding, as if you had committed a great sin.

“You wanted this.”

At her accusation, you could feel another rush of arousal washing over you. Her fingers were merely just inches away from your core, and perhaps it was just your imagination, but her fondling seemed to get more and more coarse.

“Answer me,” she calmly urged you to say what she knew you would. “If you keep quiet, I won’t touch you at all.”

The threat electrified you and you whined, suddenly nodding your head rigorously, “I— I did…”

“Mhmm,” she watched your expression, her hand inching closer to your wet slit before finally dipping a finger between your folds. At her touch, the tension that had been building seemed to melt away.

Your mouth gaped at how she was caressing your pussy, eyes closed as her thick fingers played with your clit.

“You’re making a mess in my hand,” her voice came out scolding, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to open your eyes and see her expression.

“M’sorry,” you whimpered, her fingers were circling your button, slowly, teasing you. It seemed like she had a thing for your naive face being lost in pleasure given to you by her, she took in your expression as you shuddered in your grasp.

She took your clit between her fingers and pinched, making you gasp, eyes shooting wide open as your reckless pants surrounded the room. You felt an overflowing sweep of orgasm washing over you, your hips embracing a messy fluctuation.

“Did you just come?” She asked, but before you could give any kind of response, she easily slipped two fingers inside of your gaping hole, wide open and ready for her to take.

The sensitivity you got from your fresh orgasm caused you to trash—Beidou let go of your tit and instead turned your body so that you were properly held up by her chest. She placed one of your feet against the table, and forced open your leg.

“Cap— Captain,” you mewled, embarrassed at the shameful position she put you in with your cunt displayed out in the world.

“You’re my good girl, right?” Instead of addressing your concern, Beidou pounded the full length of her fingers in your cunt.

You melted at the praise, nodding your head.

You are her good girl, just for her.

She seemed satisfied at the response you gave and gave your head a small kiss, praising you.

“If you’re my good girl, you’d let me play with you, right?”

The thought of being Beidou’s toy shouldn’t be this exhilarating, but you felt your cunt squelching at her words as she snickered. The sound of your wetness against her fingers filled the otherwise empty room.

“Make me your toy,” you watched her fingers disappearing inside of you, “please.”

Beidou stayed quiet for a moment, letting her fingers pleasure you as she watched the way you panted and breathed, softly calling out her name every now and then.

Such an obedient little girl.

You didn’t have to tell her twice.

———

“Beidou—“ You lifted yourself from her chest, back arching as she pumped her digit mercilessly in and out of your hole, so easily that it was almost embarrassing.

You felt her hot tongue giving the skin under your neck a long lick, her sharp teeth nibbling on your earlobes in the process. Her fingers were so thick and calloused, the results of working on a ship for so many years, and they filled your cunt so so good, stretching you wide open, scissoring the inside of your warm pussy, reaching spots you had never even touched before with your own fingers.

The way the rough edges of her fingers were dragging your walls were driving you insane, coupled with her words of encouragement, telling you much of a good girl you were being for her, how pretty your pussy looked taking her in.

A curse escaped your lips as you felt another wave of orgasm hitting you; your knees were buckling in the air, ass lifting to get more friction on your core—has it been the fifth time? Maybe sixth?

Your fluid flew out of your hole, you watched tiredly as you continuously squirted against her palm, the wooden floor of her private cabin becoming wet by the leaks of your juice. Your body limped against hers, slumping down, cunt still clenching around her digits every now and then.

“Made you squirt,” Beidou cockily pointed out the obvious, “You like my fingers that much?”

The captain lifted your weakened body by your thighs, propping you up against her chest.

“Please,” through half-lidded eyes, you mewled with your breath heavy. A trickle of sweat rolled down your chin and she chuckled meanly.

“Please?” She repeated your plea, pulling her fingers from your cunt and instead letting her hand rest just on your slit, lazily rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

“Nghh,” you took your bottom lips between your teeth, “I— haaaa, I need you in me.”

You felt no change in her movement, no response whatsoever and decided to speak again.

“Please, Captain,” You pouted, looking at her with your eyelashes fluttering, hips bucking like a dog in heat. “I’ve never felt so good.”

You were so needy for her, fat pussy lips glistening with your juice, inviting her to finger fuck your perfect cunt again. The thought of her fingers being the only one that could bring you so much pleasure drove her nuts.

Beidou pressed her neck against the back of your neck, thumbing down your clit for a moment, watching you arch your back before letting go. “How many times do you want to come to my hand?”

Your eyes turned wide at the offer. “I’ll take what—nghh—whatever you give me.”

She took your skin between her teeth, your compliance enough to awaken a sleeping beast inside of her.

Beidou bit down on your neck, making sure to leave a mark to let anyone that sees you know that you belong to her. Just her.

You felt your chest getting heavy again, and Beidou took the initiative of slipping three fingers in your cunt, encouraging you to ride her digits to orgasm.

“Archons,” you cried out, your fingers finding themselves entangled with her hair as you released another load of juice to her hand.

You felt your thighs slapping against each other before getting pulled away by your Captain’s rough hands. “Don’t hide your cunt,” she ordered, taking a look at your mess and you nodded meekly.

Beidou hummed happily, slipping her three fingers out before tapping your core.

“Captain—“ you mewled, and she laughed lowly. She lifted your body, placing your legs on either side of her thigh, your bare and delicate pussy now pressing against the smooth skin of her cold thigh.

She carefully helped you get rid of your blouse, tossing them aside before resting her hands on your waist, pressing you down.

You shuddered at the pressure.

Beidou ran her hands all over your torso and your nude tits, grazing your nipple as you looked at her with a lewd stare, lips between your teeth.

“Lift your skirt,” she instructed, and your shaky hands went to lift your skirt, granting her a view of her thigh already drenched in your wetness.

Beidou nodded her head, happy at the position she had put you in.

She looked back up to your wreck of a face, leaning back on her chair.

“Ride my thighs,” her cool command caused excitement to spike up your body. “Show me how good you can be for me.”

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ashcrofnovels · 2 years

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Built For Sin - Chapter 1

Chapter One: Unexpected

C. Ashcrof https://www.patreon.com/Ashcrofnovels

I started flying commercially 5 years ago at the age of 25 and I was lucky enough to land a job as a regional pilot for one of the low-cost European airlines almost immediately after graduating from flight school.

Before I go any further, let me introduce myself. My name is Alex Thomson, I’m 30 years of age and a bit of a gym bunny when I’m not in the skies, and it shows. I’m famed for my piercing blue eyes which match my blond hair very well and a very well-formed physique. I’ve never had any problems picking up little twinks from the nightclubs or from the app, so that has kept me quite busy during the years.

To be honest, working for the regionals is a tedious job. You might fly 3 short legs a day with hardly any stopovers with an irritable cabin crew in the back as the passengers tend to treat them by how much they pay for the tickets. The pay as well is nothing to write home about, considering that you’ve spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on your flight training, it surely could be better.

On the upside, you weren’t short of young passengers on those cheap flights, so more often than not did I manage to spot a hot little young thing in the cabin, whenever I managed to pop my head out of the cockpit that is.

I lasted with the regionals for about three years before I decided to go for additional training to better my chances to get hired on one of the legacy airlines. You see, once you graduate flight school, you can’t just jump into any old aircraft and set off, you need to get trained on individual aircraft, and usually, the pilot must pay for that training. So as soon as I accrued the set flight hours, I was off to get myself more training.

I managed to get qualified for the main airliners of the day, including the Airbus 380, in two years making me highly employable with the legacy airlines, and managed to get myself a job with the long-haul fleet of the most iconic airlines in the world.

I won’t bore you with more trivia, so this is where our story begins, at Terminal 5 at London’s Heathrow airport.

“There she is,” I thought as I stared out the window at the Boeing 787 Dreamliner which would be my ride for the next 9 hours or so, on our flight for Orlando. My first long haul, overnight stay, in Florida where the sun is shining, surfer boys everywhere flaunting their stuff. It was a dream.

I had been working on bringing the plane to life for about 15 min when I was joined by my captain and relief pilot for the flight. Both were middle-aged men with grey hair and copious bellies. A disappointment in a way as I was hoping to have a bit of eye candy for the flight. “I’m Bill” the captain said and introduced the other as Paul. The two pilots were droning on as we completed our pre-start checks dampening my spirits even further. ‘those 9 hours will be excruciatingly long’ I thought to myself.

“Hi guys” A soft voice came from behind “I’m Liam and I’m the purser for the business class as well as the flight deck today. Can I get you anything before we start boarding?” I turned around and I swear my heart missed a couple of beats. I locked eyes with the gorgeous young flight attendant framed in the door. I couldn’t help but stare as my eyes gazed from his well-combed hair to his caramel eyes, not missing his glowing tanned skin and full-frame.

He had a baffled smile on his face as I realized that both the pilots had already given their orders and were all staring at me. “Uhm… yes. Sorry, I’ll have sparkling water please Liam, if you could”. ‘What has gotten into me’ I thought, ‘It’s just a fucking guy, get your shit together’. But at least this flight would be a bit more interesting than I first thought

“Alright gentlemen” Bill began his pre-flight briefing “Who will begin on their rest, How about you Alex? Take care of the Takeoff and head for the break so you’ll be fresh for landing?”

“Sounds good sir, I’ll take about two hours after take-off then and we’ll switch” which worked out perfectly for me as I could steal a glance at Liam again. I need to gauge his vibe, to see if he… complies with my tastes.

* * *

“Speedbird 1548, wind is at 020 at 5 knots, gust at 10, cleared for take-off runway 31 Right”

“Cleared for take-off Runway 31R, Speedbird 1548” I heard Bill echo air traffic control

“Alright guys take off checklist complete” I said as I grabbed the throttle and punched it.

I get tired of the feeling as we punched the throttle to max and the engines revved up, thrusting us forward to take off speed, that feeling when your stomach sinks when the aircraft lifts off from the ground and you’ve got nothing else but blue skies and clouds ahead.

The view never ceased to amaze either. Being weather or city skylines, it always seemd different, you could always spot something new to admire. When it was just you and the aircraft, being in charge of a 245 ton machine, soaring through the air, bending it to your will climbing higher and higher, that’s when I found peace.

* * *

“Alright Alex take your break” the captain said as we reached our cruising altitude. That’s the benefit of a long-haul flight. The crew has these quaint sleeping quarters above the passenger cabin, one for the flight crew and the other for the cabin crew, but that was not my destination today.

I noticed him immediately as I entered the cabin. There he was, leaning over to serve one of his business class passengers, an older woman, who looked at him longingly. I can’t blame her, his ass was looking amazing, filling out his uniform nicely and I couldn’t help imagining slipping them off and showing my cock into that hot bubble but.

I could feel my cock growing in my tight uniform which had trouble hiding my bulge even when I was soft, so being faced with a full business class cabin I quickly focused on the pouty older woman to try and tame the beast into submission.

“Oh hello again” I heard him say, startling me somewhat as I didn’t see him coming.

“You’re new in Long-haul aren’t you?” He said as he held out his hand, and I noticed his eyes darting down to my crotch where my bulge was still clearly visible, blushing a bit.

“Yes I am” I said as I took his hand and squeezed it firmly. I felt his heat radiating from him which made my cock twitch again. Oh, how I would love to pin him up against the door in the toilet and split him open with my cock.

‘shit’ I thought as I felt my cock harden again. ‘I need to tame this beast, it’s getting embarrassing’

I noticed that he was no longer glancing but right out staring at my growing bulge now.

“Uh, Listen” Liam started, blushing as he did “When we get to Florida, eh.. would you… maybeliketograbadrinkorsomething” He blurted out the rest of that sentence making it intangible.

“Sorry?” I said questioning

“Erhm, a drink, in Florida…”

“I could show you around, it’s like my second home, I’m always on the Florida route” He said again.

I could do with more than a drink I thought as the image of him spread out on my bed flashed through my mind.

“Yeah, sure… that would be great.” I answered back noting the relief in his caramel eyes.

“Cool, Ok listen, I need to get back to the cabin, and I’m sure you are supposed to be in crew rest, so how about we catch up at the hotel after landing”

“Sounds good” I said as I unlocked the door which lead me up to the crew rest area.

An hour and a half of rest in a comfortable bed is a lifesaver. I slipped my uniform off and slid into the bed.

I felt my cock stretch my Calvin’s as Liam was still on my mind. I could imagine his plump lips wrapped around my cock as he tried to take it all down his throat, his caramel eyes wet with tears as my cock hit the back of his throat. I imagined him gagging as I would push my cock further down, grabbing his well-groomed hair, pushing him further down on my cock, his eyes would now be streaming as he would be gasping for breath.

‘Oh, the benefits of a good imagination’ I thought as I grabbed a hold of my thick meat and started to jack it fast until I sprayed my body with 10 strong squirts of warm cum, wishing I was depositing it down Liam’s willing throat.

‘shit’ I thought as I noticed that there was nothing I could use to clean up the cum with. Another benefit of having a willing mouth to clean my cock. I hate cleaning up my spunk.

*DING* The intercom sounded with the flight deck light illuminated

“yeah” I answered as I picked up the handset

“You have twenty minutes left of your rest” the captain said “just making sure you’re awake”

“Thanks, Bill” I answered, panicking a little. ‘It’ll have to be the underwear then.’ I thought as I started covering my black Calvin’s in cum and sliding them on. It was usually the boys I fucked that I made wear cum soaked underwear, but never me. Come to think of it, it was a bit hot.

As I entered the flight deck, I received my briefing, and off Paul went for his rest.

Not five minutes later I heard the chime of the door attendant and with a hopeful smirk, I looked at the camera but to my disappointment, I was greeted by a busty blond crew member holding some drinks, which I reluctantly let in. A twang of disappointment swept over me as I was hoping to see Liam again.

She started chatting to Bill briefly as she handed us our drinks. It seemed like they had flown together on numerous occasions.

“Hey Alex, are you seeing those vibration numbers from engine one” Bill said as he glanced at the display, momentarily putting his conversation with the attendant on hold.

“That’s odd.” I said as I noticed the engine vibration numbers rising steadily.

“Well. You’re the PF, what do you think” Bill asked again.

“Let’s run an engine diagn…” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I heard a mighty thud and the plane started to shake violently, my breath caught as the flight attendant lost her balance and poured an icy drink over me which she had yet to hand over to Bill.

“Shit… Ok seatbelt signs on” Bill said as he chimed into the cabin.

“Flight attendants, please be seated” I called on the intercom not wasting any time on further announcements.

“Engine one is rolling back” I said as I noticed the engine losing all thrust. Either sweat or sparkling water now dripping from my forehead “Let’s call Paul back here, I’m handing over the aircraft to you Bill” I said, following protocol.

“My aircraft” Bill called back as Paul came rushing into the flight deck

“Let’s see if we can relight the engine quickly” Bill said as we went through the motion of trying to start back the engine.

“It’s not lighting Sir” I said as it was evident that we weren’t getting any juice.

“Right make the mayday call and let’s try and get us down ASAP” Bill said “we have Bravo-India-Kilo-Foxtrot about 60 miles on our right”

Great, I thought. Iceland of all places. A rock in the Atlantic, a freezing tundra. I wasn’t going to be seeing any surfer boys there, let alone any boys, my shirt would probably freeze to my body being this soaking wet.

“Mayday-Mayday-Mayday, Speedbird 1548. We have lost thrust on one engine and are requesting to divert to Keflavik airport immediately”

“Speedbird 1548 We’ve checked your emergency and you are cleared visual approach, runway zero-five. Vectors to the final turn right heading 167, descend and maintain flight level one two zero”

“Speedbird 1548 copy, turn right heading 167, descend and maintain one two thousand, runway zero-five, please roll the equipment for us”

“Rolling the trucks”

We made a successful landing at the airport without further incidents, but I was now stuck in Iceland of all places.

* * *

“They are setting us up in the airport hotel for the night” Bill said as he got off the phone with the airline, “it’s going to be a tight squeeze as they don’t have separate rooms for us” he continued.

‘great, a night with an old fat pilot, a great end to my first long haul flight’ I thought getting irritated.

“But let me say one thing, you guys did one hell of a job up there today…” Bill shot in again. “Great coordination, outstanding work by cabin crew, and very good handling in the cockpit, now Alex, you must be keen to get that soaked shirt off your back so let’s go over the room assignments” As Bill said that I could see Liam twitch slightly in his seat and I could’ve sworn I saw him blush slightly.

“Gentlemen…” Bill addressed the crew “these are the keys, at random, Ladies, here are your keys”

I grabbed a random key and stormed off to the lifts. ‘304 would be on the third floor if the Icelanders have some sense’ I thought as I entered the lift, pulling my shirt back from my pecks. It was starting to itch as it was partially drying now.

Most of the crew was down at the bar having a couple of drinks to calm the nerves, as we would be staying here at least 12 hours, it was acceptable, but I was dying for a shower and starting to feel the dried up cum in my underwear as well as the soaked shirt.

Entering the room did nothing to soothe my mood as I noticed that the room had a single king-sized bed as opposed to twins. ‘I am NOT cuddling up to some random pilot or something’ I thought furiously as I phoned reception which informed me that the hotel was fully booked and there were no other rooms available.

Seething I turned on the shower, peeled the soaking shirt off as well as the cum-stained underwear, and stepped under the hot spray of water. I lathered my body with soap, feeling the curves of my abs as I slid my hands up my body, stopping on my perked nipples, stroking them gently. My hand slid back down towards my cock which was now throbbing, more out of irritation than anything else.

“Fuck” I said to myself as I let go of my throbbing shaft “I’m even too irritated to jack off” I mumbled as I turned off the stream of water grabbing one of the fluffy towels and wrapping it around my waist, with the outline of my still throbbing cock showing.

Absentmindedly I walked back into the room and noticed someone sitting by the desk. I froze briefly as Liam looked at me blushing furiously, his eyes darting from my wet hair to my rigid abs and then the outline of my cock underneath the towel.

“oh sorry” he said “I should’ve knocked on the door to let you know you weren’t alone” he continued.

“It’s ok” I said, a bit more intrigued now that I knew I wouldn’t be bunking up with Bill or Paul.

“Ehm.. I’ll give you some privacy” he said blushing, heading for the door

“No stay, It’s fine. As long as you don’t mind me being here in just my towel for a bit” I said with a sly grin. “Can’t really throw on this soaking shirt or these rank boxers” I said nodding my head towards the stained underwear.

“I’d prefer it off” he blurted out and I saw him blush furiously again, and then notice the underwear. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his eyes popped out of his eye sockets as he noticed the white stains littered all over the black Calvin underwear, right there on the floor next to him.

I gave it a quick thought in my mind as I noticed him now staring at me, licking his lips.

“Listen Liam…” I started “You’re incredibly good looking, but I think you’re a bit too innocent for me” I said, forming a plan in my mind

“what do you mean by that!” he said with a bit of hurt in his eyes

“Well… You look like a gentle guy Liam..” I said pausing after saying his name “But I’m far from gentle when it comes to anything sexual. You see, I like my boys to do as I say, and to please me in any way I see fit, and I don’t think you’re quite up for that”

“Your boys huh” he said with a defiant tone, giving me the indication that he was playing right into my trap. “Well, I think I can handle whatever you throw at me” He said again with a defiant tone.

“Oh yeah?” I said as I dropped my towel to the ground giving him his first view of my 11-inch girthy cock.

His mouth dropped as he just sat there and stared at it.

“Well…” I said “are you just going to sit there or put your money where your mouth is”

He dropped to his knees in an instant and started to crawl towards me.

“STOP” I said firmly “Remove your clothes… anything but your underwear” I commanded

He obeyed immediately and started to peel off his uniform slowly. I watched mesmerized as he dropped his shirt to the floor. His body was perfect, although I didn’t like the dusting of hair on his well-formed chest nor his happy trail. I usually like my boys smooth with hardly any hair.

He was back on his knees now looking at me pleadingly with those caramel eyes.

“lean back on your heels” I said and without hesitation he obeyed my command, thrusting his hips forward allowing me a good view of his bulge which was tenting his white briefs by now. A wet spot formed just at the head of the bulge.

“It turns you on to be commanded I see” sounding it as a fact as opposed to a question, walking towards him holding my thick cock in my left hand, and grabbing his face firmly with the other.

“You’ll do as I say?” I whispered listening for his answer

“Yes.” He said without hesitation

He heard the slap before he felt it on his cheek.

“Yes, what?” I said in a smooth voice

“Yes… Sir?” he said in a bit of shock

“Good boy” - “Now open your mouth for me”

He did so without hesitation again. He seemed like a very good and obedient boy indeed. No wonder he was serving in business class.

I slapped my cock hard against his face letting him feel the weight of it. As I did so I saw the longing and lust in his eyes.

“beg for it” I said

He tried to reach my cock with his tongue not daring to move

“Please sir, let me taste your cock” he whimpered like a thirsty puppy.

I quickly reached down grabbing my underwear from the floor and without hesitation, I showed it in his waiting mouth.

“Here, taste this…” I said as I listened to his moaning. “A couple of hours old load which I shot thinking about you and your hot little ass”

He couldn’t hide his pleasure as a moan slipped through the fabric and his eyes closed briefly. I could hear him plead for my cock despite his voice being muffled by the underwear and I immediately gave him what he wanted as I presented my dick to him, pulling the underwear out of his mouth. He began to slurp on it vigorously, licking up and down my shaft getting it all wet and nice for him. It felt amazing having those lips on my meat.

I let him get acquainted with my cock for a few minutes, letting him go to town on his own for a while before taking over.

His eyes flashed with shock and I heard him whimper when I grabbed his hair and shoved his face down on my cock. He tried to pull off as I felt his throat muscles spasm around my shaft as I pushed deeper down his throat.

When I let go, he recoiled coughing, gagging, gasping for air as white strings of saliva ran down his chin.

“Did I tell you to fucking stop?” I said in a venomous whisper and quickly he was back on my cock, sucking a bit more gingerly now. I grabbed his hair again and proceeded to scull fuck him, feeling my cock hit the back of his throat and eventually breaking through the resistance and sliding down as far as it could go, nestling my balls on his chin.

His caramel eyes were now full of tears as he tried to control his gag reflex but his eye contact never broke from mine, our eyes were locked as I rocked my cock in and out of his throat.

For about twenty minutes I pounded that boy’s face whilst holding his head in place firmly. He took it like a pro, I must say, not daring to stop.

“I’m about to cum kid” I said as I picked up the pace of the brutal face fucking Liam was receiving. With a final thrust I slid down his throat and started pumping my seed down his throat.

Liam struggled, getting red in the face as he was desperate for a breath, but I held him still as I pumped the last bit of cum down his throat eventually letting him up for air.

“Fuck” He said gasping and coughing. “That was so fucking hot, I thought you were going to drown me” he said.

“Grab a shower” I said smiling “I’m not quite done with you yet”.

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Hello author san! If you are taking requests can you make HCs for Sanji, Kid and Killer. Where the reader has unrequited Love for them. They don't notice the reader until she is gone trying to give up her love. Then they go for her again. Please make it a happy ending. Ignore if you dont wanna write though. Idk why but I truly love angst with happy ending.

Hello!! You’re the one who complements my writing all the time I love you!! Angst with a fluff ending is my favorite!

Also for anyone requesting please tell me if you want me to anonymously answer~

Enjoy!

Sanji, Kid, Killer headcanon- You are in love with him but he doesn’t notice or return the feeling until you are gone

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Warnings: angst

Sanji

•You couldn’t help it that you had fallen in love with someone like Sanji

•You thought he would be smart enough to notice your actions towards him and realize the reason behind them

•Your lingering eyes and touches, you would bring him the ingredients he needs while cooking, help wash the dishes, look for things he would like in the town stores

•But all he did was treat you the same as Nami and Robin when you wanted more, it was painful to pine after him so long and you knew that eventually it would be too much

•So you decided to ask him to dinner and see if he could finally figure out your true feelings

•Sadly, throughout the whole night he showed to signs of realization nor return of your feelings, and that night you knew you would have to stop before you end up hurting yourself or the crew

•You knew it would be painful, but you decided to distance yourself- you stopped helping with dishes unless he specifically asked you, you no longer went out of your way to buy him gifts, no more shared glances when Zoro or Luffy did something

•What you didn’t know, was that Sanji had noticed something missing, he felt somewhat alone and he pondered over it at night- only then did he begin to realize the difference in your actions towards him

•Could it be..? How could be so stupid?! He thought he had only felt towards you the same lecherous way he felt towards all other women- maybe it was because for once you had been the one pining after him- but he didn’t crave their attention or affection as much as yours

•With that he prepared you’d favorite treat and ran out to confess he felt the same feelings that you were trying to get rid of

•Hoping it wasn’t too late, he presented you with the gifts and explained that he had finally realized his feeling towards you, seeing as you were still skeptical, Sanji said you didn’t have to return your feelings right away but that he would win back your heart the right way

•A few days later, you had returned to your original affectionate attitude towards Sanji, and he couldn’t be happier now that he knew what it meant and what he meant to you

Kid

•You hated it, you hated the empty feeling in your heart after a day of attempting to court Kid to no victory. You hated that your heart had to belong to Eustass Kid. Yet you understood why it did- he was powerful, hot, tough, smart, and occasionally nice. He was the complete “bad boy” package

•You would bring him anything he need while he was working, he would even let you sit in the room sit in the room with him while he worked. You would buy his favorite beer, and grab any neat mechanical things you thought he would like

•You would just linger around him, but despite all of your rather obvious hints at your feelings, Kid remained oblivious

•The Kid pirates were celebrating in a bar one night, and you had come back from the bathroom. You looked around for Kid, but when you found him you wished you hadn’t. He was flirting with some girl at the bar, and your heart broke as you realized that maybe it was time you stop pining after someone who would never return your love

•You didn’t know what you had expected, but no more would you go out of your way for Kid. You stopped spending time with him and giving him your little thoughtful gifts.

•Even Kid knew something was missing, usually you were in his room annoying him at night, but now he was alone in the silence trying to figure out what happened. He missed your presence and the little things you picked up for him, he didn’t know what this feeling was- but he hated it

•The next few weeks, Kid spent trying to get you to spend time with him again, giving you missions or orders that placed you in his company. Kid thought it be too weak of him if he confessed to you only to have you reject him.

•He doubted you felt the same feelings for him that that he felt for you, and it took a very long talk with Killer for Kid to understand that you did in fact return the feelings, which is why you had spent so much time with him

•He was angry that you hadn’t just told him how you felt, but to be fair you didn’t know about his feeling for you and he deffinetly didn’t do anything to help

•He grabbed the latest thing he had been working on, a little music box Kid had been saving for your birthday. He ran right to your cabin on the ship and practically threw the music box into your hands as he yelled at you for being to scared to confess to him- then he proceeded with a confession of his own

•You said that you didn’t know how you felt about him now- to say that kind of broke Kid’s heart would be true. Kid said that he would court you this time, and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. It was an extremely soft confession for the usually rough captain, but it melted your heart.

•Killer’s attitude towards you was the opposite of what you expected a pirate to be, he was kind and gentle, he would cook for you and scold Kid when he was mean to you, so you had quickly fallen in love with the man

•It deffinetly wasn’t a smart idea, but you were too love sick to think rationally about it. You would help him in the kitchen, try to take lookout duty the same time as him, piggyback rides were common with you two, and on top of that you would constantly compliment him

•You thought Killer was a smart enough man to realize you felt something other than friendship for him. You were planning to finally confess to him when the Kid pirates were at the bar.

•You saw Killer behind Heat and went over to ask him to come outside, but as you passed Heat, your eyes fell on the woman Killer was talking to. The realization that Killer didn’t love you hit you like a ton of bricks and you felt the need to show him that you didn’t need his love, even thought he still didn’t know you loved him

•You ended all extra contact with him, only interacting when ordered to. No more lookouts with him, no more assisting him in the kitchen, no piggyback rides from him, nothing

•Killer immediately noticed you’d absence as you had become a large part of his day, not to mention his favorite part. It was during one of his night lookout shifts when he saw you down on the deck making your rounds, the moonlight dancing across you’d face, that Killer finally realized the weight on his heart and identified it as love.

•His immediate thoughts were that someone like you would never love someone like him, but as he remembered your old actions towards him, he began to suspect that just maybe, you had returned the feeling once. Afraid that it was too late he quickly ran down to you

•Killer explained what he felt, hoping with all his heart that you still held some of your feelings towards him. To his luck you still felt something other than friendship, but you were very skeptical. Killer promised to earn back your love the way you had earned his in the first place

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lawslessons · 3 years

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Hi! Dis I, Bas from some-piece but from main :3 I was really intrigued with the way you write the alphabets so, may I suggest a little scenario based on K (or B, if K is taken... or a mix of it :3) from NSFW list for Law and touch sensitive (ticklish etc.) fem s/o? I hope I didn't repeat something. Have a nice day and thank you! :)

Law x Female Reader - Tease Me

Hello, dears! First off, I want to thank you Bas for the request, I had so much fun writing it and it really helped me get back into writing again. Secondly, I would like to apologize to everyone for how inactive I have been. My health has taken a turn and honestly I am struggling a bit. I am hoping to be more active soon but for the sake of my health I cannot make any promises. I know this isn’t my best work but I am a little rusty because of my hiatus, I hope I can bring you better work soon! I love you all so, so much!

“You make one sound, and I mean any sound at all, and I stop, got it?”

Warnings: NSFW

Synopsis: An affectionate Law comes with its perks and challenges. She finds it especially challenging considering how ticklish she is and how Law loves to tease her for it. A few touches are all it takes for her to laugh, and fall apart, and Law loves it quite a bit.

Law absentmindedly wrapped his hand around her waist, a wolfish grin popped up as he attempted to relax with her on his cabin bed. When she mentioned that she wanted to spend some time with Law relaxing, this was the first thought that came into his mind. She nervously smiled, the moment his hand rested on her middle, her body tensed and she had to bite back a laugh.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” She teased, she attempted to sound confident and in charge, but in reality she was nervous and somewhat unsure about the contant. “You know that this is not what I meant when I said we should relax, right?” she laughed as she tried to swat his hand away from going further up her body.

“Our ideas of relaxation are different, besides, you’re warm,” Law grumbled, he hid his face against her neck and wrapped his arms around her. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, and her body tensed even more under his warm hands.

“You think I’m the one that’s warm?” she asked in disbelief, his grip tightened and her breathing came out a bit shallow. Law saw the signs and couldn’t help but smile, he mistook them for her being interested in him, not being flustered and ticklish.

“Hmm… I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s getting warmer,” Law smirked as he let one his hands drift farther south, soon hovering over her sensitive area. Her tension increased, soon her body was shaking and her face began to burn at the contact with the captain. Just as Law was about to make another smart remark, her restraint ran out and she began to laugh. Law was stunned, he pulled his hands away and watched as she doubled over on the bed, tears in her eyes as she laughed and hugged herself.

“Don’t - Don’t tease me like that!” she laughed, she attempted to wipe some of the tears from her eyes but it was a futile effort. Law sat back, his jaw slack as he watched her laugh and hug herself even tighter. Soon he overcame his surprise and began to frown.

“What do you mean?” Law asked, his instant reaction was to be concerned, besides, he had never seen her react in this way towards him. To be fair, this was one of the first times that he allowed himself to be affectionate, and she was wearing less than she normally did, quite a bit of skin was exposed to him.

“It’s just - I mean,” her smile faltered and that only caused Law to be even more confused. He had to think, he sat back down on the bed and stared at the sheets. It was her turn to be concerned now, when Law allowed himself to think for a long period of time, nothing good ever came from it. “Law?” she softly called out, she moved close to him before she reached one of her hands out to cup his cheek. But as she did, a quicker hand moved to grasp her wrist and pin it above her head.

“Are you ticklish?” Law asked, and almost within an instant, shock and fear flooded into her eyes, and Law knew he found his answer. Instead of letting her go like he initially intended, he grew more fascinated, he wanted to test his theory out. “Oh, so you are,” His smirk was not innocent, nothing sweet was hidden behind his canines as he quickly grabbed her other arm and pinned it up with one hand.

“What are you -- “

“Quiet,” Law ordered, and almost instantly she silenced herself up, her lip quivered in anticipation. Law’s eyes glanced down to her lips but didn’t pay them much mind, he was focused on something else. He loved putting her in positions like this, honestly he preferred being a more selfless lover, watching her fall apart under him and begging for more, it brought out a deep, carnal desire inside of him. “You make one sound, and I mean any sound at all, and I stop, got it?” He asked. Though he was being dominant, the last thing he wanted to do was be forceful. He softened his eyes and sighed, “And if you actually want me to stop, you know our system, i’ll listen to you,” he said before he was back in character. He didn’t wait for her to respond, he trusted that if she wanted him to stop, she would speak up. And she had equal trust in him, she knew that if she was ever uncomfortable, he would stop as well. Her mind didn’t dwell on the mechanics of consent for much longer, she was snapped out of her thoughts by a vicious bite to her neck. Her mouth opened in shock, but no sound came out, she forcefully constricted her throat and let out a slow breath to calm herself as Law kissed the ugly bruise that was placed near her collarbone.

“This one will be difficult to hide,” Law smirked, it was big enough to poke out of any shirt she wore, it was just how he liked it. His attention drifted downwards and his kissing moved past her collarbone and her breasts to be at her middle. He watched as she shuddered and shivered when his hands glided along her sides, he knew it was taking a lot out of her to stay quiet and not laugh, after all, the middle was known to be one of the more ticklish spots on a person, and Law fully intended on making his use out of it. He used his nails to gently scratch at her sides and he smirked as he watched her squirm and breathe harder at the contact.

“I think you’re enjoying this,” His voice came out in a husky huff. Now knowing about how sensitive she was, he had to admit that this was his favorite spot on her body. “But I think I know something you’ll enjoy even more,” he was beginning to become bored of his teasing and wanted to get onto something that would make her squirm from more than being ticklish. He slowly inched his hand down her middle and to her underwear, his eyes bored into hers and he focused on the way her eyes would flutter shut or squint when he got close to what she wanted touched. She was distracted, she looked into his storm colored eyes and focused on how cold and powerful they were, she almost didn’t notice him yanking her underwear off and tossing them aside. She gasped, and that was when she knew she made her fatal mistake.

“Did you just make a sound?” Law asked, he lazily tossed the underwear to the side and parted her legs, exposing her to him in all of her glory. “What to do now…” he hummed, his hand reached to slowly trace her slit with his fingers, his fingertips pressed against her clit and made her gasp again. “Oh? Didn’t I say you needed to be quiet?” Law teased, but he didn’t stop, his fingers focused on massaging her sensitive nub while she fell apart underneath him.

“I can’t,” she breathed out, being quiet was nearly impossible with the rush her body was feeling.

“Well, I can’t have that,” Law said as he pulled his fingers away from her. Once again, her body tensed and a throbbing feeling was left behind, a pathetic whine escaped her lips as her back arched. His finger’s weren’t much, but with all of his teasing, she was desperate for more. “You’re sensitive in more places than I thought,” Law remarked as he let his finger’s glide up her body again. Instead of her laughing, she moaned, her body was warm and desperate, needy for Law.

“Please don’t tease me,” She breathed out, she sounded ruined and broken and Law loved how he was able to bring her to that brink in a matter of minutes. He was so impressed with her change in attitude that he decided to indulge her by returning his fingers to her clit and rubbing again. Faster, harder, all until he found a rhythm she seemed to like. “Don’t stop!” She gasped, and Law didn’t, he hovered over her and kept the pace consistent until she was close. Law could feel it, she started to grind against his large fingers and she became slick and wet for him. She cursed, finishing hard under Law’s fingers before she finally felt spent. Law helped her ride it out with his hand before he pulled away and watched how she caught her breath.

“I suppose I like it better when you’re loud,” Law said as he tossed her underwear at her face and smirked when it hit her smack on the nose. She scowled and scrambled to slip her underwear back on before she playfully smacked Law’s arm.

“And I suppose I don’t mind all you’re teasing.”

“Oh really?”

“Don’t let it get to your head!”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Law smirked. “Now I think we can try out your idea of relaxation,” he said before he laid down and hugged her close.

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viking-raider · 3 years

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Hoist the Colours - Part II

Summary: You try and survive being Henry's captive, while your father plans on how to get you back.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 7,629

Warning: PG-13 - Pirate!Henry, Some Dark Themes, Language, Kidnapping, Ransom, Captivity, Possible Trigger Warning, Unwanted Physical Contact, Angst, Fluff, Bondage

Inspiration: Pirates of the Caribbean and Henry Cavill!

Author's Note: Gotta love Pirates!

Tag List Blog: @viking-raider-taglist

Henry woke with the sun glittering off the ocean and into his face and groaned, rubbing at his bearded cheeks and sat up, rolling his stiff neck and shoulders. His body was sore after the battle the day before, he crossed the swaying room and poured himself a stiff drink and quickly downed it with a groan.

Splashing some water in his face from a small basin, Henry peeked through the narrow gap between bed curtains and saw you sound asleep, before a light knock sounded on the still locked door.

“What is it?” He asked, opening the door to his first mate, Benjamin Nullings.

“Morning to you too, Captain.” Nullings greeted him back, with a smile.

Henry shook his head at the man, a smile tugging at his lips. He and Nullings had known each other for a good many years, back when they were both crewmen on another Pirate's ship, before Henry acquired the Crimson Jersey, a Spanish Galleon, and he made Nullings his First Mate, being one of the only men that he trusted.

“Good morning, Benji.” He replied to him.

“Well, good is going to depend on how you take the news I have for you.” Nullings answered, his brow creasing.

“What news?” Henry frowned, not liking the tone or the look Nullings was giving him.

“It's Valentine.” Nullings said, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his bald head. “He was injured in the skirmish yesterday, took a musket ball to the arm. The surgeon had to take it off during the night, but he ended up bleeding out and died early this morning.”

Henry's head dropped back with a growl. “Fuck.”

“Exactly.” Nullings nodded, pressing his lips together. “You know old man Norris entrusted us with his son to try and straighten the boy out, not get his arm blown off or him killed.”

“He's going to kick up quite the fuss back at the Island for this.” Henry groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Has Quartermaster Astley tallied up the new loot?”

“He has, and we should make a very tidy profit of ten thousand pieces of eight.” Nullings informed him.

“Divided by a thirty man crew.” Henry squeezed his eyes closed and did the math. “Three hundred pieces per man. Norris will want his son's portion plus compensation for his death. Give him Valentine's portion and I'll compensate Norris for the death of his son.” He told Nullings, pushing his jaw forward.

“Once we get back to the Island, that is.”

“I'll have Astley make a note of it in his logs.” Nullings nodded, agreeing with his Captain and friend. “How's our bargaining chip holding up?” He asked, with a knowing smile.

“Stubborn and feisty.” Henry replied, glancing over his shoulder.

“Typical of all women.” Nullings laughed, his head thrown back.

“True enough.” Henry agreed, looking back at him. “Have Ellis keep us on course for Tortuga, but we won't be harboring there. So, have him anchor us off shore and the men will row out to it. They've earned a jaunt on shore after being at sea for the last eight months.”

“When we get the girl's ransom, do we still intend on returning to the Island?”

“Yes, we won't be able to hold anything more and we're already starting to ride lower in the water than we should.” He commented, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, we'll be in Tortuga within two days.”

“Excellent.” Henry nodded, pleased. “Have Valentine's body put in a shroud and we'll pay our respects to him this afternoon.” He instructed him, hearing you start to stir, disturbed by the sound of their voices.

“Aye, Captain.” Nullings nodded his head at Henry and went about his duties.

Henry closed the door as you pulled back the curtains, whimpering as the bright sunlight hit your unprepared eyes. “Good morning, pet.” He purred, smirking at you as you brushed your sleep tousled hair out of your face.

You huffed at him, rolling your eyes at his continued nickname for you, but didn't answer his greeting.

“Someone is a grumpy morning person.” He chuckled, openly teasing you.

“Only with bloodthirsty pirates.” You growled at him, trying to soothe the wrinkles in your skirts.

“Well, they don't call me Henry the Red for nothing, pet.” Henry grinned at you, unashamed and proud of himself. “We'll anchor off the coast of Tortuga in two days' time.” He informed you, combing his fingers through his messy curls.

“Tortuga?” You frowned up at him, surprised. “Why not Lockemirth?”

“I'm not going anywhere near Lockemirth until your dear papa has your ransom.” He replied, pulling his hair back with the leather string. “I'm not a stupid man, if I was to go near that island before hand, it would give him and the Crown amble opportunity to try and overtake my ship and crew. So, we'll wait in Tortuga.”

“Then, how will you know my father will have it?” You asked him, lifting a brow at him. “Tortuga and Lockemirth are eighty kilometers apart.”

Henry smirked at you, impressed. “A woman that knows her cartography.”

“I'm an educated woman, not the plague ridden whores you gallivant with.” You hissed at him, venomously.

“I have much finer tastes.” He replied, his stormy blue eyes scanning you for a long moment. “Anyhow, I have my ways of getting messages between the islands. So, you don't have to worry about that, pet.”

You glared daggers into him, wishing you had some means to wipe that smug look off his face. Henry stared back at you, he could see the thoughts flitting across your mind, you were either terrible at hiding how you were feeling or you weren't bothering to do so. Either way, he wasn't threatened by it or worried that you could pull it off or even attempt it to begin with, and he let that show on his own face.

“Enter!” He shouted, just as a knock came, causing you to jump at the sudden sound.

His cabin door opened and the same man from the night before entered with another silver tray with food upon it, he paid no attention to you as he bowed his head to Henry, set the tray down on his desk and left again.

“Are you starving this morning as well, pet?” Henry asked, picking up a few bits of food off of his plate and popped them into his mouth, making a big deal out of chewing and how good it tasted.

You watched him eat and felt your stomach rumble in your stays, you hadn't eaten since early afternoon the day before and were parched beyond belief. Henry lifted a silver goblet to his nose, swirling its contents and taking a whiff of it with a satisfied hum, before taking a deep swallow.

“Mmm, simply remarkable.” He said, after rolling the mouthful of wine in his mouth for a moment, before swallowing. “A 1681, Spanish Red.” He spoke, licking his lips. “I've always loved red wine, so it works out in the end.”

You gulped, feeling your hunger start to break down your willpower as you watched him enjoy the wine and food, purposely taking his time and making a show of it. With every bite of food and sip of wine your hunger and desperation grew, to the point you almost became unhinged. Henry set his goblet down and picked up yours, holding it out to you, a playful and teasing smirk and expression on his face, continuing to poke holes in your weak resolve.

“You know you want it, pet.” He hummed, lowering the deep timber of his voice, taunting you. “Wet those sweet lips of yours.” He purred, his tone teasing more than one meaning of his words. “Be a pity to let yourself go to waste.”

Gulping and licking your lips, the last of your will dissipating as you shot forward and snatched the goblet from his hand, making him laugh, as you hastily downed it, your mind not taking a moment to ask your taste buds how it tasted. Henry picked his own goblet back up, slowly sipping his wine, while you started to gorge yourself on the food. He plucked up the uncorked bottle of wine on the tray and refilled your goblet, the rich and deep red liquid splashing onto the stained oak wood of his desk as the ship bucked on the waves.

“Easy, pet.” Henry cooed at you. “Don't make yourself sick.”

You slowed down, looking up at him as you swallowed down the bit of food you had been devouring, the look in your hungry and exhausted eyes shifting, then you gulped down, audibly. A broader smirk crossed Henry's face and he rolled his eerily blue eyes at you.

“I ate the same food off the same plate, pet. It's not fouled up.” He laughed at you, increasingly amused at your silliness at thinking he, or the cook, had some how poisoned the food. He touched his fingers under your chin, smirking at you.

“For Lord's sake, you're no use to me dead or damaged.”

Another knock sounded at the door and it opened without Henry's permission, revealing Nullings. “Captain, Valentine and his shroud have been prepared, all we wait for is you.” He informed Henry, lifting a brow at the two of you.

“If you aren't busy.” He added, clearing his throat.

“I'm not.” Henry replied, dropping his hand from your chin. “Just making sure the Governor's daughter had her breakfast.” He chuckled, gently patting your cheek, then polished off his wine and set it down on his desk. “Come along, pet. All aboard are required to attend.” He told you, starting for the door.

“Attend what?” You asked, staying where you were.

“One of my men, Valentine Tash, was injured in the skirmish yesterday.” Henry replied, pulling on his jerkin. “He died, after having his arm nearly blown off.” He explained to you, settling the garment on his body.

“What's that matter to me?” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. “You were the monster that attacked my ship. It's your fault, he's dea--”

Henry bolted across the room, the back of his big hand connecting to your surprised cheek in a harsh smack; if it wasn't for his desk, you would have crumbled to the floor, instead you fell upon the desk, sending the tray of food crashing to the floor and spilling your goblet and the bottle of wine across it.

“Every man, and woman, on this ship knows the difficulties and dangers of being on these seas and in this occupation. Death is part of that expectation, no matter who they are. If they die, from whatever the cause, they have been cautioned and informed of it, and still they chose to come. That isn't on my head or on my heart.” He hissed at you, face twisted with rage.

“So, I suggest you watch your tongue, especially when you speak of things an insolent and ignorant girl does not understand.” He grabbed you by the elbow and yanked you up onto your feet. “Do you understand what I've said?”

You looked up at him, sniffling, eyes brimming with tears and your cheek welted with his knuckles. “Y-e-s.” You hiccupped and gulped thickly.

“Good.” Henry replied, tense. “Now, we're going out there and you will behave yourself, and if you try anything stupid, you won't leave this cabin again, until I have everything I want from your father in three days.” He warned you, shoving you in the direction of the door.

You tripped over the threadbare rug on the floor, but was thankfully caught by Nullings, before you fell. He gave you a soft and sympathetic smile, supporting you until you managed to right yourself, then kindly let you go. Henry moved in behind you, making you shiver as you followed Nullings out of the Captain's cabin. You blinked at the bright light of the morning as you stepped out onto the main deck of the ship, it seemed by the amount of people there as well, that the entire crew was out and waiting for the ceremony to send Valentine off to his watery grave.

It would be a lie, if you said you weren't interested in how pirates dealt with their dead. You had spent much of the voyage on the Kilmartin dreaming up scenarios about pirates and their ways of life on the high seas; but being kidnapped and held for ransom wasn't one of them though.

You saw a canvas wrapped body on a long wood platform that was balanced on the edge of the ship with two men holding onto it, so it wouldn't prematurely fall into the roiling sea below. The men gathered around their Captain, removing what hats they were wearing and bowed their heads. Henry stood tall beside you, his broad shoulders straight and tense as he surveyed his crew, his expression hard and unreadable.

“We gather here in honor of our mate, Valentine Tash.” He said, speaking loudly over the waves crashing against the hull. “He was a good man, a hard worker and a sound fighter. It is unfortunate that we have lost him, but he will forever be remembered.”

The crew let out three cheers in agreement and honor of their fallen comrade, before Henry gave a stiff nod of his head and the two men holding the body, lifted the platform and the shrouded body of Valentine Tash slid off of it and into the abyss below, never to be seen again. The crew lingered for another moment of quiet, before silently returning to their stations. You stood beside Henry as he continued to stare after the now vanished body, you saw, now that his men were gone or distracted by their duties, the look in his ordinarily hard and guarded eyes was one of a raw heart, one that had lost many men over the years and, even after telling you he felt none of it, was a man that had felt all of those deaths as if they were his own.

Henry caught you staring at him. “What?” He snapped, regaining command of his face.

“Nothing, just enjoying the sunshine.” You replied, blinking up at the blue and cloudless sky. “You?”

His eyes narrowed, then blinked at you, softening slightly. “Same.” He answered, his voice calmer. “It won't last though.” He added a second later, squinting into the sunlight.

“Why do you say that?” You replied, frowning and trying to see what he was talking about.

Henry dropped his eyes to you, amused. “I've spent my entire life either on or by the sea.” He replied, moving to the railing. “All that experience teaches you the language and nature of it. Even if it looks calm, sunny and beautiful, there's always something brewing just beyond the horizon.” He told you, leaning his forearms against the worn and sun faded railing.

“There's a storm coming.” He whispered, narrowing his eyes at a very thin strip of dark clouds. “But, we should be off Tortuga by the time it arrives.”

“Will we make landfall then?” You asked, gulping at the thought of being on the ship, any ship, with a storm going off.

“No.” He chuckled, shaking his head and looked over his shoulder at you. “We'll be as safe on the ship as we are on land.” He could see the fear and anxiety in your face and eyes. “Don't fret, pet. I've sailed this ship around hurricanes and she hasn't sunk yet.” He grinned at you, giving you an odd feeling of safety, but also a feeling of uneasiness.

“Then again, she can't.”

“All ships sink.” You frowned, shaking your head at him.

“Not this one, pet. Not this one.” Henry replied, still grinning as he looked his beloved ship over. “She's special.”

“Special how?” You answered, starting to worry for the pirate's mental soundness.

Henry pushed off the railing and caught your chin in his fingers, tipping your head back to look up at his amused face. “That's nothing for you to worry about, pet. There are some things beyond your innocent understanding in this world and beyond it.” He told you, his eyes darkening with an almost sinister delight.

You jerked up with a gasp as a crack of lightning struck the water, so close to the Crimson Jersey that Henry's cabin lit up like broad daylight. You gripped the blankets of Henry's bed as the ship tilted and swayed at nauseating degrees under the heavy winds, the torrential rain hammered every part of the ship, pattering against the glass of the stern windows like small pebbles. You gasped again as a hiss filled the cabin, but slightly relaxed again, a spark of light flared to life and illuminated Henry's face as he leaned over his desk to touch the flame to the blackened wick of his tallow candle.

“I didn't mean to wake you.” You spoke, barely audible above the storm.

“You didn't.” Henry replied, crossing the room with a small struggle.

“I'm impressed how well you and your men can walk across the room or deck, when the ship is bucking like a wild animal.”

“It's land that tends to be tricky for most sailors.” He chuckled, pouring a drink, unphased by the glasses moving across the table. “Your body gets so used to the sway of the ship, it doesn't know how to react when you're finally on unmoving land again.” He told you, picking the glasses up and crossed over to you, holding one of them out.

“It's like watching a newborn babe try to walk for the first time.” He laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I'm supposing this is your first time at sea.” He said, sipping his drink.

“It is.” You nodded, staring into your own glass for a moment, before lifting it to your lips. “I would have rather stayed in London.”

“With your mother?”

Your eyes jerked over to him.

“You were the only woman on board the Kilmartin that my men and I encountered.” He clarified. “I doubt your father had you himself, so that leaves your mother still in London herself.”

“She is still in London.” You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip and trying to hold back the overwhelming wave of tears that wanted to overtake you.

You were so consumed by all the events of late, being forced to leave the only home you had ever known, to sail half a world away to a teeny island, where you knew no one other than your father. Then to be kidnapped by Pirates and held for a ransom, that you feared if your father didn't or wasn't able to pay would only end badly for you. It was all adding up on you, especially when you were still trying to deal and come to terms with your mother's passing.

“I doubt we could have brought her, even if we wanted too.” You mumbled into your glass.

“Did she not wish to join you both?” Henry asked, head slightly tilting as he noticed the cloud that crossed your face, even in the crepuscular light of the cabin.

“I'm sure she would have come with us, if she could have.” You looked up at him, eyes shining and red. “But, sailors already believe a woman on board is a bad omen, I shudder to think what they would have said about transporting the dug up coffin of one.”

Henry's mouth dropped open for a moment, before he regained his composure. “She's passed on then.”

You nodded your head, dropping your eyes back to your barely touched drink. “A year ago, this past month.” You whispered, ringing the tip of your finger around the rim of the glass. “She was sick for a very long time.” You sniffled and gulped, feeling your strength start to waver.

“I'm very sorry.” Henry whispered, softly. “It must still hurt you deeply.”

His words were the keys that opened the floodgates to everything you had pushed behind it. The walls of your throat closed and your eyes burned with the liquid fire of your tears, your breathing hitched, catching in your throat, and your shoulders trembled as tears washed over your cheeks, dripping into the glass still in your lap. Henry sighed, his face pinching in concern and sympathy as he watched you melt into sobs. Setting both glasses on the rocking floor, Henry reached out for you, resting his hands on your arms and gently pulled you into his arms and lap, tucking your head under his chin and rubbed your back, letting the sway of the ship rock the two of you. You clung to him and cried yourself out in his arms, drenching the shoulder of Henry's shirt, but he didn't care, he was a pirate after all and used to being wet.

He gently traced the outline of the whale bones sewn into your corset, beneath your dress, feeling the steadily growing weight of your body on top of his as you calmed down and fell half asleep. Biting and pressing his lips together, then sighing, Henry stood with you in his arms and leaned over the bed, gently laying you down and covered you up, before tugging his tear stained shirt off over his head, tossing it on his desk. He studied your sleeping form in his bed and sighed again, before taking the two neglected glasses back to their tray, then returned to the bed, sitting down on the edge and stared out the stern windows as the storm continued to rage around the ship.

“Look after us.” He muttered to himself, before getting into bed with you and pulled the curtains closed against the bright lightning flashes.

Henry stiffened as you whimpered in your sleep, at a rumble of thunder, before rolling into his side and relaxing again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, but didn't move away from you, not that he could to start with, he was already laying on the very edge of the bed, so if he wanted to get away from you, he'd have to go back to where he'd been sleeping below the stern windows. So, he didn't move or push you away from him, knowing you would likely only find your way back up against his side, figuring if it gave you some measure of comfort, he might as well enjoy the warmth of your body pressed up against his, being the first woman of any standing to share a bed with him in many months, even since the last time he was on land.

“Land ho!”

The cry woke you from a sound sleep and for a moment you forgot what ship you were on, until you opened your eyes and saw Henry pulling on his discarded shirt and his boots, before unlocking his cabin door and stepped out onto the deck.

Glancing out the stern windows, you saw the mid morning sun was shining and there was even the cry of seagulls, as if the storm had never happened, and the first real sign there was actually land nearby. Excitement blossomed inside of you and you jumped to your feet, quickly going out of Henry's cabin, hot on his heels. Henry was standing on the starboard side of the ship, a spyglass held up to one of his eyes as he swept it over the glittering water.

You didn't need a spyglass to see the approaching stretch of land and felt your heart and spirits soar as high as the seagulls beginning to circle the masts. Tortuga. You heard several of the men aboard murmur across the deck as they gathered, grinning and clasping each other on the back and shoulders, excited at the prospect of touching down on land again, getting their hands on quality booze and ladies of the evening. You couldn't wait for the opportunity to sneak off the ship and find safety somewhere on the island, surely some kind soul would point you to the Mayor or Governor, a British Subject, who would then give you safe passage to your father in Lockemirth.

“Nullings, have Ellis anchor us close enough off the island that the men can row out and enjoy themselves.” Henry barked the order, snapping the spyglass shut.

“Aye, Captain!” Nullings shouted back and ran up to the helm to relay the message.

“Drop the long boats once we're anchored offshore, men!” He yelled to the gathered men on the deck.

“Aye, Cap'n!” His men roared back, throwing up their hands in cheer.

“You.” Henry called, turning towards you.

You started and looked at him as he strode over to you, catching your elbow and turning you back towards his cabin, marching you through the door.

“From this point, until your father gives me my ransom, you are not leaving this cabin.”

“Why!” You protested, planting your hands on your hips.

“Because, I know in that little head of yours, you're already plotting on how to get yourself to that island and I'm not losing my bargaining chip, and if my men have to spend their first time on land, in months, looking for you, they'll bitch about it until we get home.” He told you, sternly.

“Now, stay put and behave.”

“And if I don't?” You retorted, lifting your nose at him.

“I'll tie you to a fucking chair for the rest of your time here.” He replied with a growl, then slammed the cabin door shut, the sound of it locking following.

You let out a frustrated shriek and stomped your feet, before angrily pacing the cabin, mumbling under your breath about how much you hated him and his stupid pirate crew, hoping your father and the Crown sunk his unsinkable ship with him on it. You soon felt the ship slow and the scrapping of the anchor chain unwinding from its storage as they dropped anchor, no doubt close enough to the island for the crew to row the longboats out to shore and enjoy themselves.

“I hope they all get the bloody pox!” You shouted at the cabin door, picking up a glass from Henry's desk and launching it at the door.

“I want you to employ our usual method of message running for our ransoms.” Henry told Nullings as they stood on the deck, huddled together.

“Aye.” Nullings nodded, taking the heavy pouch of gold coins Henry held out to him. “The auction should be bustling, taking in all the ships currently in harbor.” He observed, glancing at how packed Tortuga harbor was. “I'll have Barnard and David take our messenger to Lockemirth Island. With any luck the Kilmartin survived the storm and is already anchored in their harbor. But, if they're late getting in, I'll have them wait.” He explained to Henry, running a hand over his smooth, suntanned and sweat drenched head.

“That leaves one other thing.” He sighed. “What if they wrecked in the storm? What do we do with the girl?”

Henry rolled his jaw, mulling over the possibility. “We'll deal with it, if it happens. Until then, act as if its still sailing.”

Nullings nodded. “Aye.”

With that, Nullings boarded the first long boat that had been lowered into the water and rested as the men manning the oars rowed them ashore. Once they landed, Nullings marched up the crowded beach, smiling as a few of the Crimson Jersey crew called out to him or made lewd gestures before vanishing into the streets to find the taverns and whore houses. As much as Nullings wanted to do the same, he was on official ship's business, so it would have to wait until later in the day, once his task was completed.

It only took a handful of minutes for Nullings to find the place he wanted to be, the Tortuga Slave Auction, melding into the crowd that pressed in on the auction block, voices from various positions in the crowd shouting out prices. He waited until he found one of interest and joined the chorus, not allowing the other buyers to push him out, until he finally won the bid and left the crowd to pay and collect them.

“You understand English?” He asked the teenaged boy, pulling him into a quiet and discreet corner.

“Yes.” The boy replied with a mild accent, and a nod of his head.

“Excellent.” Nullings smiled. “What's your name?”

“Hany.”

“Well, listen here, Hany. I'm the First Mate of the Crimson Jersey, and I have a task for you; a task that once you fulfill, you'll gain your freedom and a passage to any place you wish to go or a place on our crew, that will be left up to you.” He explained to him.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I do.” Hany nodded again, blinking at Nullings, wide eyed.

Nullings removed a small, rolled up piece of parchment out of his pocket. “You will take this to the Governor of Lockemirth Island, two of my men will take you there, then wait for his reply and return here with it. You will find me at the Golden Mermaid, ask for Nullings.” He said, handing him the note.

“Any questions?”

“No, sir.” Hany shook his head, tucking the note into the pocket of his filthy and tattered pants.

“Great! Follow me.” Nullings nodded, then took the teen to the boat where Barnard and David were waiting for him.

With that done and nothing else to do, Nullings went to the Golden Mermaid tavern in central Tortuga and ordered a room, a pint and a woman to fill his time, while he waited for Hany, Barnard and David to return with Sir Thomas's reply.

Thomas was a mess after Henry had taken you for ransom, going from spurts of violent anger to deep depression and lamenting. Captain Davis tried his best to keep the new Governor's spirits up, but more often than not, failed at it.

“The vile things that damned pirate and his men could be doing to my beautiful and innocent daughter.” He raged, pacing the cabin in a highly agitated state. “I swear, if he harms a hair on her head, I'll hang the bastard thrice!”

“You must keep your composure, Thomas.” Davis replied, watching his friend pace from his seat behind his desk.

“Composure!” Thomas roared, stopping before the Captain's desk and slapped it with his palms. “I don't have to do any such a thing! You are not a father, you do not know the pressure and responsibility it is for one to care for their children, especially their defenseless daughters!”

Davis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. “You know my meaning, Tom.” He replied, exhausted. “We'll be in Lockemirth harbor in a couple hours time, then we can muster what we need to rescue her, in safety.”

“Yes, we will.” Thomas growled, starting to pace again. “I'll be damned if I give that abominable pirate a cent from anywhere! The only payment he will get will be to the hangman's noose.”

A few hours later, the HMS Kilmartin docked in Lockemirth harbor and Sir Thomas disembarked from the ship, meeting the welcoming party the gentry of the island had put together for him, and you had you been with him. But, Thomas was in no mood for a welcome party and good cheer under the circumstances. He demanded to be shown the base of his operations and have all the top officials of the island to be assembled there, at once.

Several people branched out from the large group that had congregated around him, to set about his orders, while the rest of them showed him the Governor's office.

“What is the meaning of this?” One of the officials demanded as he entered Sir Thomas's office.

“Yes.” Chimed another, entering behind the first.

“We have serious business to conduct.” Thomas snapped, glaring at the full room of officials.

“What business can be so urgent that you must conduct it the moment you've stepped on the island?”

“While we were sailing here, we were attacked and boarded by pirates.” Thomas replied, his temper mounting more and more.

“Pirates!” Several gasped.

“Yes, pirates!” He barked, impatiently. “They've not only stolen several valuables from the HMS Kilmartin, they've also kidnapped my daughter and are holding her for ransom.”

A murmur went through the collection of men in the room, agitating everyone.

“What is the pirate's demand for her back?” One of the men asked, lifting a brow at Sir Thomas.

“Three-fourths of the islands money and goods.”

“Absolutely not!” The man roared back. “You can't just show up here and give them almost all that we have, I don't care if the pirate has your mother!” He protested, several of the others agreeing.

“I have no intention of giving them anything, you fools.” Thomas hissed, banging a fist on his desk.

“Then, how do you propose we retrieve your daughter back?”

“That—what is it?” Thomas barked as the door to his office opened to his clerk, Samuel.

“There is a boy here to see you, Sir.” The clerk replied, sheepishly. “Says, he has a message for you.”

“Tell him to wait.”

“But, Sir, he says it's from a man on a ship called the Crimson Jersey.”

Thomas stiffened at his words. “Let him in.” He said, pushing off his desk.

The clerk pushed the door open and stood out of the way, omitting Hany into the office. He looked around at the full room and gulped, slowly removing the note Nullings had given him out of his pocket and held it up, looking into the face of everyone in the room, not sure which of them it was meant for.

“Governor?” He said, hesitantly.

“Yes, that's me.” Thomas replied, stepping from behind his desk. “Hand it here.”

Hany took a couple steps forward, meeting Thomas halfway and allowed him to take the note from his hand. “I wait for reply.” He informed your father, uncomfortable.

“Yes, yes.” Thomas nodded, breaking the wax seal and unrolled the stiff paper.

“To the Governor of Lockemirth Island. I send you this note to inform you that I and your daughter, who is in good health and condition, are quite nearby to your island of Lockemirth. I send this messenger and expect him, and your answer, back before first light tomorrow morning. If he, or your reply, do not return by that time, I will take that as a sign of your refusal to pay her ransom and your leaving her to my mercy. Captain Henry Cavill of the pirate ship, the Crimson Jersey.”

Thomas read the note aloud, his hands slowly starting to shake with the multitude of emotions he was struggling to keep at bay.

“What is your plan, Governor?” One of the men asked, watching him restlessly pace the room.

He paced the room for several more moments, trying to gather his thoughts and form some sort of plan to get you back from Henry. Stepping up to the globe that was beside his desk, he studied it for a long moment, before turning to his desk and took up a quill and a piece of parchment paper, scribbling down his reply to Henry's note, and sealed it, pressing the signet ring on his pinkie into the cooling wax to make it official.

“Take this back to him and tell him we'll be waiting for him at that location.” He told Hany, then dismissed him to return to Nullings with the reply.

“Sir?” A man impatiently growled.

“We'll be meeting the pirate on Hafstead island.” Thomas replied, meeting the group's eye. “There is only one likely place that the Pirate and his men would make harbor in, and that's Tortuga. It's the only Island close enough to us and is friendly to their kind.” He explained his logic.

“Putting Hafstead island between Tortuga and Lockemirth, a perfect neutral ground for our transaction.”

“You stated you wouldn't be giving them their ransom demands? How then, are you planning to get your daughter back from them?”

“Misdirection.” Thomas smiled at him.

“We'll fill two crates with the goods and the rest with something else that will weigh roughly the same as the real two. They'll demand to see proof that we have their demands, so when they do, we show them the first two. Once they've handed my daughter over and move to start loading the ransom onto their long boats, we'll have guards from here attack, and all will be well.”

“I'll have my daughter back and the island will lose none of its profits.”

“You're sure this will work?”

“Yes.” He nodded, confidently.

With what men who wanted to go ashore gone, Henry let some of the tension go out of his shoulders, before heading back into his cabin. He opened the door just as you were opening one of the windows at the back of the ship, crouching in it, poised to jump into the water blow.

“Don't you dare!” Henry barked between clenched teeth, pointing a finger at you in warning, his lip curling with anger.

You looked over your shoulder at him, heart racing in your chest and hands shaking as you gripped the open window frame. Both of your hearts paused for a frightful moment, and everything became slow-motion; Henry taking a slow step forward as you gradually let go of the window and tipped forward out of it. Reality caught up as you slipped out the window, free falling countless meters, just as Henry stuck his head out the open window to see you crash into the foamy waves.

“Fuck!” He shrieked, enraged and concerned.

Glancing behind him for a moment, Henry tore off his jerkin and boots, before swan diving out of the window and into the water after you. Making it into the water, Henry saw you slowly sinking and struggling to swim with the weight of your clothing bearing down on you. Bubbles rose towards him as you struggled to hold your breath and quickly losing the fight. Kicking his feet harder, Henry reached you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his sturdy body, buoying both of you, before his fingers dug into the ties of your corset and dress, ripping them open and letting the heavy garment slip off your body and sink into the oblivion of the ocean below. Kicking his legs in unison with yours, Henry propelled you both to the surface of the choppy waves.

“You fucking brat!” Henry hissed, shaking his head, his long hair coming free from its tie, before sticking two fingers into his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, right beside your ear, uncaring if it hurt you as you coughed and sputtered for air.

A shrill whistle sounded back as he guided you around to the side of the ship, the remaining crew leaning over the railing, to see the two of you treading water.

“Man overboard!” A call went out, the men jumping to action.

“Captain overboard!” Another corrected back.

Several of the crew helped Henry haul you back onto the ship from a small ladder built into its starboard side. You stood on the deck in nothing but your shift, hugging your arms against your chest and shivering violently in the strong breeze. Henry finally set his soaking feet onto the deck, the men huddled around him for a moment, to make sure he was all right, but his blue eyes were burning holes into you.

“Go back to your duties!” He bellowed at his men, who paused for a moment, then scattered out of sight.

Henry snapped across to you, his hand raised and stopping a centimeter away from your cheek, you scrunched up your body, wincing and turning your head away, anticipating the slap. He shook, throat bobbing up and down as he struggled to control his white hot anger. His hand unclenched and squeezed around your jaw, in a bruising grip. He jerked your head forward to look up at him, making you whimper. Your frightened eyes looked into his furious blue gaze, like he was tearing you apart with his sight alone.

You shivered again and whined, cold and scared, the suspense of not knowing what Henry was going to do to you, for your open and continued disobedience.

His hand moved from your chin and grabbed you by the neck, making you yelp with alarm, terrified he was about to kill you. But he growled deep in his throat; dull nails digging into your skin. Henry jerked you sharply towards him, crushing you against his soaking body and crashing his lips to your cold ones, in an angry and sloppy kiss, his other hand coming up to tangle in the back of your wet hair. You struggled against him, squirming, beating and clawing at his chest, but Henry wasn't deterred, his continued to kiss you, for a long moment, before breaking it, then, with his hand still in your hair, Henry dragged you back into his cabin and shoved you onto his bed, uncaring that you would get the blankets and mattress wet.

Stomping across the cabin, he retrieved a coil of twine that was on a sideboard and crossed back to you. Yanking your arms up, Henry tightly weaved the rough twine around your wrists and tied it off, leaving a length of it hang from it, before cutting the excess with a small knife that was in his belt. Taking the lead of your bonds, Henry tied it to one of the bed posts.

“You're a fool.” You hissed at him as he picked up his boots and jerkin, closing the window as well.

“Am I?” He laughed, tossing his jerkin over the back of his chair.

“My father doesn't suffer Pirates.” You replied, jerking on your bonds. “He never has and he never will. You may think you'll get what you want. But, the moment he has me. He will kill you.” You told him with a deep conviction.

“He's been killing Pirates, better than you, before you were alive.”

Henry turned towards you, eyes wide with focus as he regarded you and digested your words, but before he could answer you, the door flew open and Nullings came flying in, skidding to a stop as he noticed you tied to the bed, then looked to Henry with a questioning look.

“What's the word?” Henry asked, ignoring his expression.

Clearing his throat, Nullings replied. “The Governor has replied to our ransom, he'll meet us at Hafstead island with our demands in exchange for the girl, tomorrow afternoon.”

Henry gripped the back of his chair, drumming his fingers against the carved dark wood, then glanced over at you, before pushing off his chair and hustled out of the cabin with Nullings, closing the door behind them.

“It's a set up.” Henry told him, keeping his voice low.

“What?” Nullings snapped, brow and forehead creasing. “Why do you say that?”

“Something she said.” He replied, carding a hand through his drying curls. “I want you to go back into town, find a girl her height and appearance..”

“I'm sure the man knows what his own flesh and blood looks like, Hank.” Nullings huffed, shaking his head. “Be real.”

“Listen to me.” Henry growled back, chest heaving. “Cover her head, so they don't see her face. That way, we find out just how truthful the dear old Governor is being. Take everything they bring for the ransom, only after everything loaded, will you give her to them.”

“And where will she be?”

“With me.” Henry replied. “I know Hafstead island, I know a good place to keep her. If anything goes wrong, I'll take her back aboard here, we'll all come back to the ship and head for our island.”

“You want to take her back to Shipwreck Island, if something goes awry?”

“That was the deal.” Henry barked at him. “His refusal to pay, would forfeit her to my mercy.”

“What do you bloody plan to do with her?” Nullings asked, exasperated.

“I'll figure something out.” He replied, unperturbed. “Do you understand the plan, Ben?”

Nullings tapped his foot, antsy, as he ran through the plan in his head, things were getting so much more complicated than he anticipated.

“Yeah, yeah!” He sighed, giving in. “I got it, Hank.”

“Great, get about it.” Henry smiled, patting his friend on the shoulder and going back into his cabin. “You and I, my sweet pet.” He grinned, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Have a date tomorrow.”

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Hello! First of all I have to say that your writing is the best I have read so far and you have a way with words that has me going crazy at 3 am 🤣🤣 I wanted to suggest a short story where Levi and the reader have feelings for each other and are on a mission together. Then it starts to rain and it gets really cold at night so they’re forced to seek shelter and have to spend the night together in an abandoned old house until the rain stops, and they basically get to know each other better and eventually start flirting ya know ya know? 😗Thank you so much and please feel free to add any more ideas you may have 😁

ahhh the classic, stuck with a stranger trope. I dig it :)

Summary: You spend a rainy night with your bitter captain

Word Count: 1.8K

The rain felt like needles as you rode into the wind, your cloak felt heavy and waterlogged as you struggled to see through the shower. You had lost your squad, leaving you alone in the middle of titan country. Your gear felt light, meaning that your blades were nearly gone and gas as well. In other words, you were royally fucked.

Your horse was huffing, sides rising and falling deeply as she tried to hold the pace you had set. Her head bobbed and you threaded your fingers through her mane and stood on the saddle to ease the weight on her back, and allow her to resume her natural gait.

Just as you emerged from the thin thicket of trees you had been riding in, you spotted a small cabin, and a black horse tied up out front. You recognized Captain Levi’s stallion and felt relief flood through you. You steered your mare towards the squat building and swung off once she came to a halt. Tying her up next to Levi’s stallion before jogging up the stairs. You lifted your hand and pounded on the door, a flash of lightning illuminated your form when Levi pulled the door open. His hair was dripping wet as was his clothes.

“Cadet (L/n), surprised you made it this far.” He scoffed before turning and stalking back into the cabin.

“Captain....the formation is broken.” You stated the obvious, unsure of how to respond to his jab.

“No shit, this damn rain fucks with the signals. Seen it before.” You almost weren’t sure if he even said the last part since he muttered it so quietly.

“So what do we do?” You asked, clutching your cloak anxiously.

“We wait it out idiot.” Levi grunted as he began rummaging around the small cabin’s kitchen drawers.

“What...about the formation?”

“The formation doesn’t exist anymore, what matters now is getting back to the wall.”

You remained silent, stunned by the gravity of the situation you’d found yourself in.

“Shitty eyebrows needs to stop putting the fucking formation on a pedestal, you brats need to learn how to act at your own discretion.” Levi continued as he pawed through a drawer, he pulled his hand out holding two stones. Flint, to be precise, he had already taken some of the firewood that had been sitting in the cabin and chucked it into the fireplace. You wondered how long it had sat there in the lonely cabin, who had gathered it? A child maybe? When you were younger, you had lived on a farm with your family, raising horses for the military. One of your many jobs had been to get firewood. You wondered what had happened to the people who lived here before, wondered if they could ever return.

“Oi, take off those boots. Just because nobody’s lived here in three years doesn’t mean you get to track mud inside.” He scolded and you quickly stripped yourself of your mud caked boots.

“Yes sir.” You grumbled as you numbly wandered into the kitchen, pausing when you found a small corn husk doll, very similar to the ones you once made. You picked it up, cradling its head as you held it up in the dim light. The sound of stones clicking and then the crackle of a small fire brought you back. You turned to see Levi hanging his cloak and jacket by the flames.

“Take off your cloak and jacket.” He ordered and you placed the doll down to fulfill his command. You shivered in just your shirt, which was soaked, the olive colored fabric nearly see through due to the wetness. Levi averted his eyes as he snatched your jacket and cloak from you. You dropped down to sit on the floor near the fire, staring into the flames as you allowed your mind to wander. Levi sat down as well, crossing his legs and closing his eyes as he tried to even out his breathing. The only sound was the crackling fire and the patter of rain on the old roof. You had nearly forgotten how it sounded, having lived in the castle for years now, the cozy cabin brought you back to your childhood. And before you could think better of it, you asked:

“Where are you from captain?”

“None of your concern.” He grunted, eyes still closed and face lacking any signs of emotion.

“Well, where I’m from, when it rained like this...we’d go outside and-”

“I didn’t fucking ask. Now shut up and go to sleep or something.”

“There’s no need to be so bitter Captain.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and angling your shoulders away from him, the sting of his words. You sighed heavily and fell flat on your back, staring up at the rafters, a drop of water seeped through and landed right on your nose and you let out a huff of disgust.

“....Look” Levi’s voice was heavy and less annoyed than previously.

“If talking...makes you feel better about all of this....then I guess I don’t mind listening.” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, bangs obscuring the top half of his face as he studied you, splayed out on the floor.

“....Thanks.”

“As I was saying, when I was younger, I used to be scared of thunder storms. But my grandma, she would make this cake. She called it thunder cake.” You closed your eyes and a dreamy smile curled onto your lips. Levi felt a pang of jealousy, being nearly 28, one would think that he could get over his childhood. But he just couldn’t seem to, he wished he grew up in the sunshine, known his family, gotten to be scared of thunder instead of men in the underground.

“-it wasn’t really anything special, just a lemon cake. But making it during the storm...she said it was magic, and you know.....I believed her.” Your voice cracked and Levi frowned, he remembered that naivety, how his mother would tell him about fairies or goblins. He had believed those stories for a time as well. But when she had died, he no longer saw beauty in the world. How could he?

“She was so smart Captain. She knew everything, how to treat a tooth ache, how to make the best bread, break a horse. I wish I could be half as wise as her.” You continued, Levi turned to look at you, your usually bright eyes seemed distant and foggy, mouth screwed into a frown, your bottom lip trembling.

“When she died, I felt so alone. I couldn’t compare, how could I? She was so strong and, I was just a shitty kid.” You scoffed bitterly, Levi understood your pain deeply, loosing people was something he was all too familiar with. He blindly reached out and let his hand awkwardly fall over your own. You froze, head turning to look at him.

“How about you? What did your...parent do to help you through the scary parts?” You asked, eyes wide and hopeful. Levi’s jaw locked as he tried to wrack his brain for something to say, you had just been so vulnerable with him. How could he not repay the favor? Especially if the two of you would die in this shitty cabin.

“She would....give me a bath, or we’d clean the house.” He said with a curt nod, remembering his mother pouring soapy water over him after he had scrapped his knee, or cried so hard that his eyes were nearly swollen shut. Yes, that was the truth, they would take a bath and then she’d tell him those shitty stories.

“That sounds nice.” You said wistfully as you turned your hand to lace your fingers with his. You sensed his tension and decided to carry on telling your own story.

“I hated cleaning, my grandma used it as punishment for me. Like when I was 10 I threw eggs at the neighbor boy after he lifted my skirt up.” You chuckled lowly at the memory.

“Sounds like he deserved it.” Levi said with the smallest of smiles. You beamed up at him and nodded.

“Yeah, he sure did. My grandma made me clean the coop for two weeks after that, and the stables.” You giggled, squeezing his hand as you laughed. He felt another wave of jealousy, wishing he had memories like yours.

“And you? Did you ever get in trouble?” You asked, rolling onto your side, pulling your hand free from his, he immediately missed the contact, not that he would admit it though.

“That’s all I did when I was younger.” Levi scoffed, looking down at you with a gleam of amusement in his gaze.

“What kind of trouble?” You pressed, resting your chin on your palm as you stared up at him.

“I bet it was with girls, you seem to be popular with the cadets.” You teased and Levi’s nose wrinkled in disgust.

“No, more like I was stealing and selling government property illegally.” He scoffed, reaching his hand down to ruffle your damp hair, you let out a bark of laughter as he grabbed the roots of your hair and shook your head playfully.

“Yeah right, you’re the strictest of all the squad leaders, as if I would believe-”

“I grew up in the underground, didn’t matter down there, just did what I had to do to put food on the table.” He shrugged, trying to keep the atmosphere light, yet stay honest with you.

“No way....that’s impressive captain-”

“Levi, call me Levi.” He said, withdrawing his hand and leaning back against the couch that was behind the two of you.

“Okay then...Levi, I call bullshit.” You said, propping yourself up on your elbow and beaming up at him. Levi glared down at you, not sure if he liked the defiance or loathed it. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, but your eyes never strayed from his and he let out a scoff.

“It’s true, I was born a bastard and escaped through the military.” You raised your brows at this, you hadn’t expected him to be honest.

“I...admire you for that, takes a strong person to overcome things like that.” You said a tad sheepishly as you averted your gaze, feeling like you had overstepped some boundaries.

“We all face our own challenges..” Levi muttered, eyes still locked on you.

“That is true.” You agreed, with a small smile thrown his way. The rain still pounded against the windows and your gaze strayed to them, watching the water stream off of the roof.

“This will all be a bad memory in the morning.” Levi said, following your gaze, he recalled how you said you’d been afraid of thunder when you were younger. He wondered if you still harbored that fear.

“I don’t think it will, I hope I can look back on it fondly.” You said, turning and smiling softly up at him, and Levi’s stomach began doing flips, his cheeks flushing at the sentiment behind your words.

“Yeah....whatever, just go to sleep brat.” He grunted, reaching down and ruffling your hair once more, you giggled and laid down, soothed to sleep by the feeling of his hand in your hair and the sound of rain on window panes.

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My Favorite Smile

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (this one has a couple ✨swear words✨ in it lol. I don’t usually write them out, but sometimes you just gotta say what you mean)

Original Idea: X (Obsessed with this channel right now)

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) 2,182 words... it’s a longer one again. I casually wrote this in, like, two hours. @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

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Holding his coffee and croissant, Jason looked around the crowded café for a place to sit. Every table was occupied by at least one person, and the rules of personal space in public said the couches were full, with one person sitting on either end.

His eyes fell on a table with a single occupant.

His heart stuttered to a stop. Wait… is that her? Damn, she looks good this time. He scoffed at himself. Who am I kidding? She looks good every time. Should I talk to her? Should I tell her? She didn’t believe me last time… and I don’t know if I can stand another lifetime without her… but last life we didn’t meet till I was almost fifty. I really wasn’t expecting to find her this early.

He straightened up and strode over to her table. “Excuse me, is it alright if I sit here? The café’s pretty crowded and the other tables are full.”

She looked up and Jason’s brain stopped working as she met his eyes. She was just as incredible as she always was. Thousands upon thousands of years, and he still never got over how beautiful she was. “Sure, go ahead,” she said with a smile before going back to her phone.

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“I’m Jason, by the way,” the man said, sitting down.

I glanced back up and gave him my name in return.

He smiled. He had a handsome smile. Just looking at him… something tugged in the back of my mind. “That’s a pretty name,” he said.

My ears warmed and I looked away. “Thanks,” I muttered. I looked back at him. “Sorry if this sounds… weird—but have we met before?” I cringed but smiled. If we had…oh it’d be so embarrassing if I’d forgotten him. And a man as handsome as him—how could I have forgotten?

But a look of delight crossed his face, before being replaced by one of neutrality. “Not in this lifetime,” he replied.

“Kind of an odd way to word it,” I remarked before I could overthink whether that sounded really rude or not.

Jason’s ears turned red. “Well… yeah I guess so. Sorry.” He looked down at his coffee cup and croissant and chose to take a sip of his drink. After swallowing, he looked back up at me. “This is probably gonna sound really creepy, but please just hear me out for a few minutes. Do you believe in soulmates?”

I reached up and scratched an itch just behind my ear. “I mean… kind of? I think maybe they exist for some people, and other people could be matched equally well with multiple potential partners,” I said.

His shoulders slouched with a sigh of what might have been relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. He met my eyes. “Because… we’re soulmates. You and I. Sometimes—very rarely—two people are so destined to be together, that they’re reborn over and over to stay together throughout thousands of years’ worth of lifetimes. Sometimes we both remember, sometimes only one of us does. I don’t think there’s ever been a lifetime where neither of us remember. Besides the first, I guess. Back when we didn’t know we’d be reborn. We never look the same twice—different bodies, different backgrounds. But we always have the same soul.”

A reasonable person would have thought he was making up a really long, bad pickup line. But I stared at him with rapt attention. Like some missing puzzle piece I’d been looking for my entire life fell into place. It just sounded… right.

“How do we find each other, if we look different every time?”

He took a deep breath. “Well… when one or both of us remember, we can… kind of sense it? Kind of see it? Like, right now, I see you, but I also see every face of yours that I’ve seen across every lifetime.” He cleared his throat. “Sometimes we don’t. Find each other, I mean. The distance between where we’re born or the timing of our rebirths keep us apart. But there’s only been… three of those, if I remember right.” He laughed. “So glad you believed me this time. It would have sucked if you got a restraining order—because those are a thing now—and I had to spend this life without you.”

I leaned forward, shoving my phone in my pocket. “Tell me more,” I said.

“Where do you want me to start?”

“Um… I don’t know. The beginning? Our first life?”

He nodded. “Ancient Greece,” he said. “Like, really early in Ancient Greece’s history. The gods blessed us. Bound our souls for eternity. Your hair is actually the same color now as it was back then. Kind of a… nostalgic favorite of mine. You’re absolutely stunning every time I see you, but I have some favorites. You do too.”

I snickered. “Oh really? Like what?”

“Well… I always think you’re adorable with dimples or freckles. Green eyes are a favorite of mine too. And your current hair color is my favorite. There were also a few times where you were a little taller than me. Those were nice. You’re most comfortable to hug that way. But, without fail, every single lifetime I see your smile and I think, ‘That one. That one’s my new favorite.’” He chuckled. “As for you, you’ve told me that you like me best with brown eyes—even though you don’t like brown eyes normally. Um… you also like it when my hair is curly.” He gestured to his black hair, slightly curled, with two white curls arcing down the center of his forehead. “You told me… seven lifetimes ago? That you like me best with piercings and tattoos, but when I brought it up last lifetime you said even when I have them I still look like, and I quote, a ‘giant nerd.’”

We both laughed. Jason sighed and shook his head.

“Then again, you said that was your favorite during our pirate lifetime. And I can also say hot damn you looked good with tattoos and a big hat.”

I gasped out a laugh. “We were pirates?”

He laughed too. “Yeah. Well, you were. To start with, anyway. You and your crew were visiting my town and you, absolutely drunk, stumbled into my house. I was a carpenter that time. Thank the gods we both remembered that lifetime or I probably would have shot you. You spent half the night drunkenly blathering about how much you hated my hair when it was long the way it was and that you’d cut it off if I didn’t. The next morning, when you’d sobered up, you apologized. And I’d said it was fine. And… you asked me to come with you. I’ve spent dozens of lifetimes endlessly in love with you. So, like the lovesick fool I am and was, I said yes.

“It… was not a long lifetime. Pirates rarely made it to old age. We were both killed when a Royal Navy ship attacked us. I went down first. You told me in our next lifetime that you single-handedly killed half of that crew’s sailors in revenge even though you knew you’d see me again—because you’d been having so much fun that life and they ruined it. Eventually their captain killed you himself.” He took a bite of his croissant.

It was certainly a lot to take in. But everything he said was so vivid… I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination coming up with the images or… memories that had merely been locked away somewhere deep inside. The sea. The deck of a ship. An octopus tattoo on my left forearm, tentacles reaching to the back of my hand, a similar one on his tanned, scarred neck. Curly auburn hair, a scruffy beard. Brown leather coat and blood under his nails. Pierced ear and eyebrow. A tattoo of a mermaid with a face and wild hair that I knew must have been mine on his right thigh as we found alone time together in my cabin—a pile of leather clothes in a heap on the floor, topped by a big hat with a big feather.

I met his eyes again. “Tell me about another one.”

He smiled. “Well… there was another time I was a soldier. You remembered. I didn’t. I passed through your town on my way to report for duty, and the weather got bad. Your family owned a tavern that doubled as an inn. So, that was where I stayed. You didn’t tell me. I fell in love with you anyway. You would tell me stories and sing for me and make me food in private. When the weather improved, I went off to war and, miraculously, I survived. Even though I spent most of my time that fight thinking about you. I came back to your inn and asked you to marry me. You said yes. We were married soon after. I had to leave a lot. Fighting battles I didn’t care about. Eventually, I came home injured and dying. You held my hand and promised you’d see me soon. I thought you meant heaven or just said it to comfort me. You never told me we were endlessly-reborn soulmates.

“When I was about fifteen my next lifetime, all my memories came back. We both remembered that time, actually. When we ran into each other again we got into such a big argument about you not telling me. Literally picked up right where we left off. Two twenty-year-olds bickering like the old married couple we were. The life after I don’t remember is always a bit of a wild ride as all my memories come back. I imagine it’s similar for you. It’ll be similar for you.”

He reached across the table and took my hand. I squeezed his fingers. Our hands fit together perfectly. I wondered why I’d told him I liked him best with brown eyes when his blue eyes were absolutely gorgeous. “So… what now?” I asked.

He made a face. “Beginnings are always hard when one of us doesn’t remember. Because I have thousands of years of love for you, and you don’t even know me.” His fingers tightened around mine. “I’d like to take you out on a date, if you’ll let me.”

“Does it count as a first date?”

He smiled. It was a sad smile. “It can. It does for this life.”

“Have we… ever had children? Together?”

Jason regarded me thoughtfully. “We have,” he said. “But our bloodlines never last long. Usually we’re lucky to get great-grandchildren. We’re blessed to be together forever, but our families die off quickly. You speculated once that it’s the blessing’s attempt to make sure we’re not reborn into our own bloodline.”

“So we have no living descendants.”

“No. It’d be a little weird if we did. Like ‘Hey, kiddo, you’re our great-great-great-grandson! I know we’re younger than you but trust us!’” Jason laughed.

I could get drunk on that laugh. “I’d… I’d like to go on that date.”

He looked elated—and relieved. “Me too. I’d like to get to know you again.” He glanced around the crowded café. “What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere quiet and I can tell you more stories about our lives? You’ve always been the far superior storyteller, but I learned from the best.”

I smiled. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here. I want to hear everything.”

He helped me to my feet. I gathered my jacket, cup, and phone. “Great. I can’t wait to tell you about the time I was a magician.”

I giggled. “My place or yours?”

“Mine. I have a memento from our most recent past life that I tracked down. I’d like you to have it.”

“What is it?”

Jason didn’t answer immediately. Just held my hand as we left the café. Gotham’s overcast autumn sky was chilly. “I… I want it to be a surprise but I’m also too excited to tell you.” He bit his lower lip, staring at me. “Gah. Fine. It’s your wedding ring. I found it at an antique shop not far from where our oldest niece lived. We didn’t have any kids, last life. We didn’t meet till I was forty-nine and you were forty-three. We both decided it was too late for kids. But I had a few nieces and nephews. Our oldest niece was in charge of our estate. We died in the eighties. But I found your ring. You can use it again, eventually, if you want. Or we can get you a new one.” His face reddened. “I don’t mean to presume. But I don’t know if I can live without you this lifetime after having you for such a short time last life.”

I squeezed his hand. “Let’s try that first date first. I feel this pull toward you I can’t explain, but we’ll build up to the soulmate thing. Okay?” I smiled at him.

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Jason couldn’t help but stare at her. Those eyes, that stunning face. This one, he thought. This smile is my favorite.

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bloodypapercut · 3 years

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despise (f.w. x reader)

this is my first fic! yayy! i hope all you angels enjoy. have a wonderful day or night and take care of your beautiful selves! :)

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I despised Fred Weasley. Upon this discovery, I always questioned the veracity of my feelings towards him. It was never in my nature to be hateful, if anything I was known for being kind, caring, and helpful. Perhaps at times, I could be a little aloof, but that was simply due to the fact that my mind was always elsewhere. Never in my life had I felt so strongly about someone, better yet hate someone so fervently. Oftentimes I would feel guilty for scoffing at every remark he made, or rolling my eyes when he would flash his infamous coquettish smile. I abhorred him, it’s not like I made the decision to by my own volition, I couldn’t help it. I’m aware of how this sounds, a typical loathsome teenager who hated the boy who has attention, the boy who has people falling at his feet, the boy with a lot of friends and a close family. It wasn’t that, no not at all. I had my reasons.

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I had never been more excited. I could barely keep the grin off my face as my legs swung back and forth, my heels hitting the seat. It was my first time being away from home, my desire to practice my independence as an 11-year-old was being fulfilled by the second. Looking out the window as the trees grew thicker and predictions of what the year could hold running through my mind a repulsive scent filled my cabin, thick smoke cloaked my vision and settled on my skin and robes. My violent coughs and labored breathing created a cacophony as the sound of hushed giggling and footsteps sounded from outside the door. My shaking hands made haste to dust off the soot, horrified of what others would think of me when I arrived at Hogwarts. A dirty and poor mudblood. I had expected the worst after hearing the stories my mother told me from working at the ministry, how could anyone disrespect someone I loved so dearly? The fear of being called out in such a hostile way and being looked down upon by potential friends caused my chest to tighten and sobs to violently rack my body. Not to mention the guilt I felt for getting my brand new robes dirty, especially knowing my mother worked extra shifts to get them.

Stepping out of the Hogwarts express I was met with a tall man, guiding me along with other students to the boats. The soot hadn’t disappeared completely but I had gotten as much as I could off. The boat ride was pleasant. I had acquainted with a girl named Luna along the way, she was an idiosyncratic girl but I appreciated her kindness and her curious comments about sea creatures. I felt relieved that someone was talking to me without judging me based on my appearance, but the sadness I felt about my dirty robes still lingered over me.

Looking up at the enchanted sky of the great hall I’ve never felt so enthralled by something. It was just as wonderful as my mom had described, I couldn’t wait to write to her all about it. But as I approached the front of the hall I felt dread put a weight around my ankles, I would have to stand up in front of everyone with my soiled robes. My uneasiness produced a scowl on my face and I could have sworn the familiar giggling was right behind me, but as I whipped my head around there was no one that seemed to be responsible for it.

“Now, when I call your names I will ask you to come forward, be seated on the stool, be sorted by the sorting hat, and after you will continue to your house table.”

I felt guilty that I wasn’t paying attention to my peers being sorted but my unease wracked at me, the ends of my sweater tangling between my fingers and the heel of my shoe being ground against the tiled floor.

“Y/N L/N”

Sighing I stepped forward, the giggles resonating once again making me stumble slightly. The lady at the front, whose name I had failed to remember, gave me a tight smile and waited for me to be seated. As the weight of the sorting hat pressed against my head I saw it. A trio of boys, 2 identical and one with dreads giggling, their soot covered hands coming up to their faces as they analyzed my robes. They must’ve felt my gaze because one of the twins and the boy with dreads stopped, but one continued, only laughing harder and looking right back at me. There, that was the moment I knew I would end up hating this ginger boy.

I had been so preoccupied with burning holes into his eyes that I had failed to recognize the incessant tapping on my shoulder and the dying cheers of the students sitting on a table at the far right of the room. Snapping my head towards the stern lady behind me. I hopped off the seat and rushed to the table that I assumed belonged to my house, which I didn’t know since I wasn’t listening. My face grew warm and my hands became sweaty with how tight my fists were clenched. I sat down quietly, never taking my eyes off that git.

That’s how he ruined my first highlight at Hogwarts.

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My second year was going just as I had planned. I had been practicing for Quidditch during the summer with my best mates Cho, Graham, and Julian (as Luna tried to befriend the gnomes, which didn’t end so pleasantly). I was convinced that I had improved greatly since my first chaotic flying lesson at Hogwarts. I was so sure of my skills, that I was unperturbed about trying out for my house team. That was a big mistake.

Going into compromising situations with nonchalance, knowing that the Weasley twins are in the same vicinity as you is a foolish, doltish mistake that anyone can be a victim to. I had been a victim to many of the playful endeavours during my first year and I thought that it was all over. Maybe they were mature now and knew when to stop. Thinking about it now makes me laugh, what a pretty lie I told myself.

It was the final cut for the team and I smiled as I gripped my broom, ignoring the splinter that found a place to reside in my thumb. The captain walked around smiling softly at all of us as she explained what the final tryout would entail. I clung to every word and as soon as she asked for a volunteer, my hand soared.

Tendrils of hair whipped around my face as I bolted to get the quaffle and shoot it into a hoop. I could hear words of praise from my friends on the ground and it only made me go a little faster, smiling as the quaffle passed by me. In an instant I spun my broom around, sending the ball flying to a hoop as the end struck it. I continued playing, doing tricks to show the captain I belonged on the team, I was so captured and focused that I didn’t notice the ball of fire that was in front of me, I also didn’t notice the screaming and shouts of warning from the ground but even when I did it was too late. Being faced with the fire ball it took me by surprise causing me to slip off my broom and fall a rough 20 feet from the sky.

The sound of a crack should have been the main sound that plagued my ears but it wasn’t, the pain radiating in my arm should have been enough for me to realize my arm could have been broken but it also wasn’t. At that moment I was verklempt because all I could hear was that notorious giggle and all I felt was a ferocious vindictive ball of anger swelling inside of me. In that moment I was certain that I deplored that Weasley boy.

“L/N are you okay??”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine let me just get back on my broom and finish my try out. Please, I really wanna make the team.”

“No! Are you mental? You can't! You have to go to Madam Pomfrey now.”

“No please let me finish, I have to make the team.”

“You’re on the team kid, you’re talented but for the love of Merlin please go your arm looks horrible.”

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The stems of the flowers felt smooth in my hand and the soft petals grazed my nose as I inhaled its scent. I had never been given this much attention by someone and I had to admit it felt good. Getting mysterious notes everyday, serendipitous boxes of sweets on my bed and something to giggle about with my friends. The only thing that was covert was who it was coming from. I knew how they felt about me, I knew they were in all my classes and I knew that he was a Hufflepuff. I felt excited coming to my dorm, anticipating a note on my bedside table or a flower on my pillow. It all seemed a little too good to be true, and a part of me nagged, telling me it was just another Weasley prank.

After reading copious articles about wolfsbane, due to Snape’s unreasonable wrath, my head felt numb. I dragged my feet to reach my common room and after answering the riddle I stepped through the entrance ready to fling myself onto the couch.

“Hey.” It was James Abernathy, my seat partner in potions and herbology, and he was in all my other classes. His presence confused me, he wasn’t permitted into this common room, he was a Hufflepuff. Upon this realization, a ball of excitement spun in my body. Could it possibly be him? He was the epitome of my dream guy, but with my history in Hogwarts my gut told me that this was too good to be true.

“...hi? What would you need?”

“Actually can I speak to you outside?”

“Uh..yeah? Sure I guess.” He nodded curtly and walked towards to exit, letting me trail behind him. Thoughts flooded quickly, leaving me in anticipation for what he would possibly have to say to me. The idea of it being him excited me, but he had a bit of a reputation. Not that I thought he was incapable of holding interest in someone for longer than a week, it just seemed unlikely that it would be me of all people.

“It’s me.”He chuckled softly and ran a hand through his hair, the veins being accentuated as he tugged at the ends lightly.

I remained silent, awfully confused and in disbelief.

“You?” He nods quickly. My head was spinning and I couldn’t pinpoint how I felt or how to react. How could it be collected, witty, dallying and charming James Abertnathy, has taken an interest in me? It was hard to believe, it was so unlikely that I just knew it was too good to be true. Someone like me never goes with someone like James, that’s just how it is. Despite that my judgement was clouded by excitement, never had anything so romantic occurred in my life, the thought of having someone like James as a partner was a dream I thought I deserved to live out.

“Wow, that’s lovely um..”

“So what do you say to a day at Hogsmeade?” The echo of his footsteps sounded as he drew nearer to hold my limp hands in his, running his thumb over my knuckles.

“She says no, more into redheads you see.” My neck could have snapped with the velocity at which my head turned. Of course, of course he had to be just around the corner. Of course he had to be hiding behind a pillar, probably running away from Filch after terrorizing an innocent student or professor. How could I be so blind, so naive? I couldn’t have anything good, because he existed. Looking up I was met with the smile that seemed to frequent his face, he waved comically as James huffed and walked away. I couldn’t help the quiver of my lip as I watched him revel in the joy he got from terrorizing me.

“W-why would you do that?” I couldn’t meet his eyes, but I could feel them on me. I couldn’t stand to look at him because I knew if I did I'd slap him so hard that even the lines on my hands would be imprinted on his face for weeks.

“Because he wanted 15 galleons and you wanted him, it would have never worked darling.” Fred was lying, I knew it. James was popular but not an absolute prick. He lost interest in people, he didn’t place bets on them.

“What are you on about? He..he wouldn’t.”

“Oh but he would, 15 galleons is one hell of a price.” He chortled, patting my head. I had gotten used to his belittling comments and I usually remained stoic, but it hurt hearing I was worth nothing more than 15 galleons, and hearing him confirm that just hurt even more.

“What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much? Ever since I got here you’ve been nothing but hellish to me. I’ve done nothing to you, I’ve never even had a full conversation with you! Merlin, this is the most we’ve ever spoken so please, Fred, just tell me what it is I’ve done so I can apologize and you can bloody stay away from me.” My breath hitched, my hands shook and I felt disappointed in myself for losing my composure.

“Nothing! You’ve done nothing at all it’s just-” His continuous patting on my head had stopped and his hand rested on my shoulder, which I shrugged off immediately upon realizing its presence.

“What? Just what, what could I have possibly done for me to deserve this. Do you know that I have never written to my mother about a single good thing that has happened to me here, and you know why? It’s because of you! You selfish git!”

“Listen the only reason I did those things was because I wanted your attention.”

“And why on earth would you want that?”

“Isn’t it obvious I fancy you, like a lot?” He threw his head back lightly as he crossed his arms. His nonchalance was palpable, and I just knew that he thought he had won, he thought that I would suddenly change my demeanor and drop to my knees thanking Merlin he liked me. Unfortunately for him, he was dead wrong, sure he was attractive, very in fact but his personality made him the most repulsive and hideous human I could ever be faced with.

“Oh? Really? You’re going to pull that card? So you’re telling me the reason you were an insufferable twat for 3 years, was because you were too much of a coward to divulge your feelings? I find that very hard to believe, you’re practically known to be brazen without fail so why?”

“Because you’re you! You’re known to be indifferent, how would I ever get you to feel strongly about me in any way when you disregard everyone who tries to get close to you?”

“Well uh I don't know?! Maybe have a conversation with me? Ask me about my day? You could have done literally anything other than cause affliction on me for years. You ruined some of the best possible moments of my life, and I’m not going to let some sodding excuse of you liking me disregard that!”

“Love, please just lis-”

“I am not your love and I will not listen! What on earth did I expect from you? How could I be so stupid?! You’re right, you’re you and I’m me. And I know that I would never do anything to merit the havoc I’ve had to endure and I know that you’re only treating me like rubbish because you’re a bored little boy, who doesn’t ever get enough attention so you have to terrorize innocent people to fulfill some fantasy of achievement and success. A fantasy I know you will never achieve because you care about nothing but ruining the lives of others.”

He looked back at me vacantly, and for the first time, I knew that I had gotten the upper hand. In a way it felt good, it was like the revenge I’d been craving for years. Yet the other half of me knew it was wrong, to berate someone so zealously without listening to their side. I knew I had gone overboard and I knew the guilt would consume me later, but the memories of reading the first letter my mom had owled me fled in. The overwhelming guilt I had felt for asking her for new robes after the soot wouldn’t get out, the embarrassment of nearly missing the team from falling off my broom due to a fireball, and the insecurity I currently felt, after hearing that I’m worth only 15 galleons prevented me from holding back. I felt too much and had too little time to process it.

“Please just-”

“Fred, do you not understand what I’m saying? You’ve never failed to humiliate me and you’ve regarded me with nothing but disdain and contempt, I never said anything because I wanted to be polite but you know what? You don't deserve my patience or manners. You’ve never listened to anyone but your thick obdurate skull, but you know what you’re going to listen to me and you’re going to listen well. I HATE YOU! Now leave me alone.” I stormed off muttering the answer to the riddle once more and rushed to my dorm shutting the door and curling under my blanket. I could hear the footsteps of my roommate apprehensively approaching me. Her hand resting on my arm.

“Fred?”

“Fred.”

“Git.”

I felt nothing but guilt as I fell asleep that night. Fred was still human and though he was horrible to me, I could understand why he did those things, though they weren’t justified and I would personally never do it. Ron had told me before about how his brother was, how he really was a good person. Someone driven, thoughtful, kind, and creative. How he was a great older brother, especially to Ginny. I realized how hurtful my words were, and I regretted them immensely.

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Hermione and Ron never failed to put on a spectacle for everyone around them. Whether it be arguing about the definition of a word or how barbaric wizards chess is, they always disagreed. So it wasn’t a real surprise when I walked in the great hall for breakfast when I heard their strident bickering from halfway across the room. Walking closer to them, the words they threw at each other became distinguishable.

“‘Mione- no! Listen, you’re not listening I’m telling you he does he really does!!”

“You never fail to prove your fatuous way of thinking Ronald. I mean I would understand literally anyone else, I mean she’s all angel but not him. He’s absolutely horrible to her. Why would you think such a thing?” Deciding to be nosy and sit here instead of my house table I sat next to Harry, nudging his shoulder as he snickered.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He nodded, handed me a roll and pushed his cup of pumpkin juice towards me.

“Any idea what they’re on about?”

“An inkling.” He smirked.

“Not talking huh?”

“Mhmm. Just listen I’m sure you’ll find out.”

“He’s my brother, I know how he is around people he likes- loves. He’s an arse to us, yeah, it’s in his nature, but behind our backs he would do anything for us. He just doesn’t want us knowing.”

“Oh wow Ronald, you’re gonna compare his love for you to his ‘love’ for her? How ridiculous.”

“No-bloody hell no! Don’t twist my words, what I’m saying is I know what he’s trying to do. The amount of times he’s stood up for her behind her back, you’d think he’s her puppy. Do you know how many people he’s hexed and pranked for her. Remember he gave Flint boils for a month after he called her a mudblood after a match? Or when he beat up Mullard...and Nilesmith and- Merlin I could go on and on. C’mon, he’d never do that for someone he hated.”

“Okay fine maybe...since when did you care so much about the relationships of others?”

“She’s our best friend! And he’s a git that needs to be calmed down, but you know he never does so if we end this now it’ll be better for all of us.”

“Wow Ron, you’ve unlocked the capacity to sympathize with other humans.”

I knew it was about Fred, and I knew it was about me.

Swallowing the unchewed bite of bread in my mouth and gulping down the rest of Harry’s juice I rushed out of the great hall, not in the mood to be reminded of Fred. Not in the mood to process what I had just heard.

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The Triwizard Tournament. A time for friendship, unity and excitement. Ever since the Beauxbaton girls and Durmstrang boys came to Hogwarts the energy had been different. Something promising lingered in the air. Things truly felt different this year, and I’m sure they would be. There was so much to look forward to. New friends, the tournament itself and the Yule Ball. My excitement and joy for the new school year couldn’t be smothered, even by the fact that I had detention every evening for 2 weeks. I suppose reading in the restricted section after hours wasn’t the wisest thing, especially considering it wasn’t my first time getting caught. So here I was, using a brush no bigger than my pinky to polish cauldrons, the bristles getting thick and grimy from the remaining ingredients left in the dents of the cast iron. Humming to myself I let my thoughts wander to how exhilarating the ball will be, how fun it will be to dance with all of my friends, how pleasant it will be dressed up. Nothing could possibly spoil that not even Fred Weasley, I wouldn’t allow it.

It had been at least an hour, my hands were cramped and I was anticipating the completion of my 30 minutes left until I could rush to my dorm. I had finished cleaning and now I was left sitting here, vacantly twirling the brush with my fingers. The minutes couldn’t possibly go slower but as I heard the offbeat footsteps that I had grown accustomed to looking out for I knew that my night was going to be much longer than anticipated. Once I heard them I knew to evacuate, but being stuck in the trophy room I had no choice but to stay, Snape’s unreasonable derision wasn’t worth the fuss. The tiny brush I was forced to clean threatened to snap as my grip tightened. When the footsteps came to a halt, the unease in the room multiplied by 5. Without a word, there was the sound of shuffling, a drawer being opened and a brush being grabbed. It took 10 dreadful minutes for him to finally speak. As soon as the first syllable dripped from his mouth I couldn’t hold back a sigh, of relief or apprehension, I’m not sure.

“So what color are you wearing to the ball?”

“Sod off Weasley.” I grumbled, straightening my back. Another 10 minutes of silence followed.

“I’m sorry...I know I’ve been a foul, detestable and painfully foolish ass. I know that whatever I do it will never be enough to prove that I never had any bad intent behind my actions. I know you think I’m a no-good inconsiderate twat who doesn’t care about anyone, that I’m bound to fail and I deserve that. The things I’ve done to you are absolutely horrible. But Y/N please, please believe me, I never did any of that to harm you. Just please give me one chance, just one and I swear if I mess it up I will leave you alone forever.” I barely understood a word he said, it was so rapid but I clung onto everyone as best as I could.

“Why should I?”

“It’s selfish, to ask for so much after all I’ve done but I know that you’re the most intelligent, kind, resilient and beautiful person I’ve ever encountered. And my feelings towards you aren’t enough to ever justify what I’ve done. I know that I have ruined every year of your time here, but please please please give me one chance to make the rest of your years remarkable. To let you live out the highlights you deserve, so you can write to your mother about how much fun you had going to hogsmeade, or how amazing the Yule Ball was, or-”

“You’re asking me to the ball?”

“If you’ll have me.” My breath hitched and I let my brush drop, and for the first time since that night I had divulged my hatred for him, I looked him in the eye as I stepped closer. I remained silent and did nothing but look at him, every twitch of his eye, every rise and fall of his chest, I had to see it, I had to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate game that he wanted me to lose at. It must’ve been at least 5 minutes because his face dropped and his chest deflated, he turned to leave but before he could I ran in front of him. Nodding my head yes, I held his face, running my thumb over his freckled cheek.

“This is for Flint.” I whispered as I slowly neared his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead after brushing his hair to the side. His arm wrapped around my waist.

“Mullard.” Another to each of his temples.

“Nilesmith.” The tip of his nose.

“And every other person you stood up against for me, even after everything I said to you and even though I never knew about any of it.” The corner of his mouth. His eyelashes flutter against my cheek.

“And this is for taking me to the ball.” I looked into his eyes, searching for confirmation that it was alright to continue, he squeezed my wrist in confirmation. It was warm and sweet, safe and pure. It was filled with passion, all the things we have yet to admit to the other was translated into this moment. I wanted him to feel the admiration I had for his confidence to stand up for the ones he loved to whoever defied them, every freckle on his face, every laugh that would emerge from the back of his throat, the calluses on his hands, the determination in his heart, the respect and love he had for everyone, hidden behind all of his playful antics. We pulled apart, laughing softly and refusing to let go of each other. Our foreheads pressed together and we hugged tightly, our arms refusing to release the other. I had never felt so warm, so elated, so appreciated. It was odd, especially coming from him, but I accepted it. I had never accepted any feelings towards Fred that were positive, but now I let them in freely without shame or denial.

“I can’t believe I used to despise you.”

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