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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 3)

I know I should be ashamed to come back and write another chapter as if nothing happened BUT at least I'm back so yay.

The dress I picture [Y/N] wearing here is this one. Also, because it's mentioned, here's a guide on the language of fans in the 18th century.

As breakfast progressed, with stolen glances and smirks from your part, Armando felt his face flush. It was highly, highly inappropriate for a lady, specially this young, this joyful, to behave like this. He was her father's friend, he left for his last trip when her mom was pregnant. [Y/N] had her whole life ahead and shouldn't be giving her attention to him.

He looked at Lesaro for help but he only shot him knowing glances back and it made him frown. No, this would not do it. He excused himself and stood up, going for a walk outside the house. Fresh air, instead of the suffocating atmosphere inside.

Lesaro found him soon after.

"¿Dónde vás?", his voice made him pause. It was too easy to forget he was a commanding officer too.

"I need fresh air, Gui."

"I can see that. You're troubled today, Armando, and your face is showing it to everyone. ¿Qué pasa?"

Armando turned around then, a loud sigh leaving him. "It's the señorita, Gui. I...Diós."

Guillermo chuckled, approaching him with slow steps. He knew his friend too well, the same good old Armando from the Academy days in front of him now.

He remembers how Armando was, how he always has been. Passionate, intense, a handsome man who always let insecurities get the best of him on these matters. When they were young sailors, it would brew down to him thinking no respectable woman should be with him because of his father's actions. Then, as they rose ranks practically together, it extended to his capabilities, to him being away for too long and not wanting to hold a woman "hostage to his work", as he said.

Armando never planned on being a captain until Guillermo himself vouched for him. He would be a good one, and time proved him right at every possible instance, but at the cost of his own captaincy offer. Guillermo was a man of the crew, Armando was a man of command and it was the way it was supposed to be.

Being on so many different ships together, the deaths, La Maria and the curse, had brought them impossibly close together. They confided everything to each other. The young Armando who relucted in seeking comfort with brothel women in their stops was in front of him again, insecurity and fear shining in his deep eyes and Guillermo almost laughed at how unfitting it seemed to see this man, strong and stubborn, like this.

"What about her, amigo? You seem to be enjoying each other's company enough."

Armando blushed and Lesaro's eyebrows shot up as he said, "She showed up in my dream last night. We talked, Gui. She held my hand, not even flinching at my cursed face."

"Impossible. She never saw us cursed, never even been on La Maria. Armando, are you sure you simply didn't dream her being there?"

He shook his head, "No, ella estaba conmigo. She mentioned it today before breakfast, when I met her at the hall. No sé que hacer."

To say Lesaro was more amused than he should was an understatement, "Perhaps it is a sign, amigo."

Salazar squinted at him, "No te atrevas..."

"A sign your affections are mutual and you need to stop this nonsense and ask Hugo for her hand."

"¡Guillermo Lesaro!", Armando said, eyes going wide and face red. "¡No, absolutamente no!"

"Armando, we got another shot at life to make things right and be happy. If it lies with her, allow yourself to feel it."

"¡No, Guillermo! La señorita is young, I'm an old, seasoned sailor. It is highly inappropriate and wrong to even suggest such a thing."

"A lot of things changed in these years we have been gone, amigo."

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of someone approaching. One look at her and Armando's eyes softened immediately and she gave them a curtsy before looking up at him again. The dress, green skirt and floral overcoat, the hat on top of her head, the way she looked up with the fan in her left hand, open, the message conveyed so elegantly.

"Am I interrupting, ¿almirantes?"

"No, señorita! I was just telling Armando I have something to attend to at the Armada headquarters so if you will excuse me.", Lesaro bowed to them and walked away, a smile on his face at the playful betrayal.

Armando, on the other hand, held her right hand and planted a kiss on it in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Walk with me, Armando?", she said, smiling. And Armando would not, could not refuse. He offered her his arm, smiling as she took it and they walked towards the gardens.

Spanish translations:

¿Dónde vás? = Where are you going?

¿Qué pasa? = What's going on?

Diós = God

No, ella estaba conmigo = No, she was with me

No sé que hacer = I don't know what to do

Amigo = Friend

No te atrevas... = Don't you dare...

¡No, absolutamente no! = No, absolutely not!

Almirantes = Admirals

Señorita = miss

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kathaariawrites · 4 years

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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 2)

So my writer’s block is finally down and I could finally finish the second chapter. I will be uploading three more works tomorrow so can I get a woop woop? Thanks.

Gravity. That was the first thing you noticed, as if you were at the bottom of the ocean but quickly being pulled up. You could not breathe but then, out of seemingly nowhere, you could breathe and see that you were aboard a ruined ship, the darkened hull burnt to a crisp and rough under your feet as you wandered through. The waves rolled in the background but other than that you could hear nothing but a creaking sound from below you.

It was a bit surreal, to be honest. It felt very real, as if you were there or had been there for long periods of time and you could’ve easily believed in a kidnapping scenario were it not for the fact you looked down and your night robe stared back at you. No one seemed to be on board with you except for a figure standing at the ship’s helm. From your point of view you could make out what was supposed to be a ruined uniform, as black and burnt as the rest of the ship.

Caution be damned, you thought, your curiosity getting the best of you as you approached with low, calculated steps. Whoever it was, it was obviously a man, broad shoulders and tall figure even if he seemed to be a little hunched. A captain, from the looks of it.

“Señor?”

The figure turned to you, its eyes widened in surprise and a gasp left you. “Capitán Salazar?”

He seemed puzzled, staring at you and measuring you up. In the blink of an eye his figure approached, a sound of some sort of cane and his steps following. “Señorita…what are you doing here?”

Through your shock you realized it was his cursed form that stood in front of you staring you down, hair floating as if underwater and a piece of his head missing on the left side. “I...I do not know, Armando, I woke here just now. Where…”

“The Mary...the ship. I have this dream every night since our curse was broken. I just stand here until I wake up.”

“So...this is the triangle?”, to which he replied with a subtle nod. “Why are you still cursed here?”

He sighed then and took a few steps back, turning his back to you. “Not completely. I do not feel the rage I did back then, or the pain. I am alive, but at the same time I am not.” His brow furrowed then, looking back at you. “You should leave. This is no place for you, even if it is but a dream.”

“A lovely point”, you replied, “if it was not for the fact that I do not wake up whenever I wish to.”

He chuckled, “Argumentative tonight, eh? Quite different from dinner.”

You rolled your eyes, taking advantage of the fact he could not see your lack of manners at that moment and walked to him, sitting on the railing. He reached for you, trying to pull you down but you chuckled and avoided his hand.

“Get down. Where are your manners, [Y/N]?”

“I am in your dream, Armando, I do not need to have manners.”

It was a bit overwhelming to Salazar. He was used to this dream, to the scenario and the long waiting periods alone until he woke up in the real world and life went on. Having you here was a completely different story and he had no idea what to do with you, let alone in such revealing clothes. Clothes that were not supposed to be seen by anyone outside of a bedroom.

“[Y/N], por favor. Vas a matarme, mujer.”

You laughed at that, holding his hand. “Armando, I am not going to fall. The ship is not moving.”

He stared at both of your hands joined at the railing. Armando Salazar was not, by all means, a sentimental man but the fact you sought his touch, leaving manners and judgements aside, warmed his heart a bit. It was the third or fourth night of him being at his friend’s home and each passing day you got closer, actively seeking him for walks and conversation. You took him to the city, bought him fruits and even accompanied him, your dad and Guillermo on their trip to the hearing at the Armada’s headquarters.

He was not used to it. It had been a long time since a lady had any sort of interest in him, let alone one that was not purely carnal and, as rusty as he was on his own manners, he could tell you enjoyed being around. Your father and Guillermo did as well, which earned him a few comments that would make a sailor feel embarrassed. It was not proper, he thought, to have a lady such as yourself tagging along all the time; and yet the fact he enjoyed it just as much was terrifying. Armando was used to rough handling, that was the life the Armada brought him and the one he grew up into, be it from his own years sailing or from the previous years as his dad was much the same.

You looked up, frowning at the lack of sensations and stars. It was not cold but neither was it warm; there was no wind blowing, no stars above, no moon but you could still see everything around you; you could feel the rough wood of the ship but it didn’t smell like it had been burnt. Was this how he felt when he was dead? How they all felt? “Are you going to tell me?”

The captain’s gruesome head turned to you then, doing the little tilt it usually did when he was confused or puzzled by something. “Tell you what?”

“How you died. How you got like this. How you came back. I could not attend the hearing but I wonder how it was to be trapped for so long.”

A sigh left his lips then, a frown set on his face. “[Y/N], you were not supposed to be here, to see me like this, and for the life of me I do not know how you ended up here. It was a pirate, a young boy, he...he took everything from me. I died here, we all did, it was our house for the past 25 years and the toll it took on all of us can’t be named. I was another man back then…”

You noticed the conflict on his eyes, how tormented he seemed to be to relive all that was in his past and raised a hand. “Do not. I can see it pains you.” You jumped down from the railing and touched his shoulder in a gentle, calming gesture. “You can tell me when, and if, you feel comfortable about it one day. I am happy you returned, that is enough for me.”

Armando’s eyes took another light then, one of gratitude. He put his own hand on top of yours and squeezed it, nodding. “Gracias.”

You stood together like that, occasionally making little jokes or small conversations until you felt the same pull than before and the next time your eyes opened you were staring at your ceiling. Your maid walked in not long after, helping you get dressed to move on with your day and if you smirked at Salazar when you met him at the table for breakfast, it was no one’s business.

Spanish translations:

Señor = Sir

[Y/N], por favor. Vas a matarme, mujer. = [Y/N], please. You’re going to kill me, woman.

Gracias = Thank you.

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Sucia - Lieutenant Lesaro x Reader (NSFW)

I’m not okay, please stop asking. This piece will send me to hell, I’m sure of it. Self-indulgent but also very important NSFW piece for my beloved lieutenant. Someone please turn the A/C on.

I think I got a bit carried away with the Spanish but uh...only the best for this man. Translations at the end.

This is for our shared thirst, @captainsigge. Get some water.

“Te has portado muy mal, señorita.”

The words had you freezing. Lieutenant Lesaro looked at you with a very mischievous look in his good eye and you sincerely thought there was no worse place to be at the moment. It hadn’t been long since the crew of La Maria Silenciosa had rescued you on their way back to Cádiz from a pirate ship. You were headed back to Spain after visiting your sister in Saint Martin when it happened, the ship’s crew losing a bloody battle and taken prisoner when the shouts of “Spanish navy” woke you from your slumber and before you knew it you were aboard the famed ship of capitán Salazar.

That had been a little over a week ago and now you were less than 5 days away from Spanish shores again. Over time, you learned that the capitán’s first hand - and trusted man - teniente Lesaro was a kind soul amongst a life you had no idea if you could endure yourself. As kind as he could be anyways. Truth be said, you had never met a man from the Armada and avoided being around them as much as you could as they all seemed exceedingly scary to you. The capitán was no exception but the lieutenant had something...different about him.

Lieutenant Lesaro had a stern air around him, you would never deny that after seeing how he commanded the ship easily, the practice of a man born to do what he did. The crew were back after their alleged curse had been broken and it seemed that whatever had happened in the years they were gone had bonded them very close to each other and therefore reprimands and pointless arguments seemed useless and rare now.

In this moment, however, you stood in the lieutenant’s quarters after being delivered a message by officer Moss.

“The lieutenant wishes to see you and I am to escort you there.”

Earlier that day you had misstepped and how foolish had you been to believe that he would let that slip. Your curiosity had led you to disobey an order directly from him and the captain and wandered on the ship when you should not have, in the middle of a combat. Fortunately nothing had happened to you but there was something in the eyes of the lieutenant that promised fire later, when everything was calmer. This was later.

Officer Moss had knocked on the door and announced your presence, leaving soon after. That is where you stood now.

“Perdón, teniente, but I do not know what you speak of.”

“You take me for a fool. You disobeyed an order given to you, by me, in front of my men. Put my authority in check…”, he rambled as he went to the door and locked it. “No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección.”

You shivered at his words, the tension that had been building between you and the man over the days you spent on the ship was so thick now that you could slice through it with a knife. The air got hot, his cabin seemed on fire.

“Esta noche me obedecerás, [Y/N].” You jumped as you heard his voice behind you, so close to your right ear. His hands reached for the top part of your dress and you could only watch as he released the pins, removing it with ease. The skirts were next and you felt them grow loose until they dropped to the floor and you were left almost bare for him. “¿Comprendes?”

“Sí…”

“‘Sí’ what?”

“Sí, teniente.”

You were rewarded with a kiss to your neck, followed by a moment where you could only feel his breath against your skin. He finished undressing you in no time, his big hands holding you by your waist. “Such beauty...do you enjoy teasing me señorita? Do you enjoy challenging me?” A gasp as he touched your breast. “Answer me.”

“No…”

“No? I think you are lying to me, [Y/N].” He dragged you with him as he sat down on his bed, placed under a curtain for added privacy. “And liars do deserve some punishment, don’t you think?”

He laid you across his lap and you held your breath. You had no idea where that side of him came from but your mind was numb from excitement, from pleasure. It was your first time with a man and the little dance you were doing around each other was coming to an end, culminated into this.

His first strike on your rear took a gasp from you. He followed it with a caress to soothe the abused skin but did not stop there as another one soon followed. And another. And another. An order to count them barely filtered through the fog in your brain but you managed to count every single strike. It took 20 for him to be satisfied but you skin seemed on fire after the session. He proved to you why he was the lieutenant to such a strict captain.

“¿Y esto qué es?” His finger rubbed against your core, spreading your juices around and you shivered. “Did you enjoy your punishment, [Y/N]?” A dark chuckle escaped his lips and sent another shiver through your body as you nodded. “A lot more than one would deem appropriate, it seems.” He toyed with you for a while longer until he seemed satisfied with the soft moans escaping you. His free hand worked on his trousers to free his erection and he sighed in relief. “On your knees. Now.”

The tone used did not leave you with many options but it seemed you did not need to think twice as your body moved without resistance. You stared up at him from between his legs, your [E/C] eyes meeting his dark ones and a primal part of you enjoyed immensely how wide his pupils were. Pleasure.

“Look at you…” His thumb pressed against your lip and he hummed. “Staring at me from there, where you belong. ¿Te gusta, eh?” He chuckled again, one hand pumping his member as he kept staring at you. “A proper Spanish lady on her knees for me. I wonder what the other officers would think if they were to come here right now, to see their precious señorita [L/N] glistening, moist and eager on her knees for me.”

You let out a moan, the thought exciting you in whole new ways. This was not the first time the lieutenant did this, he knew the buttons to press and you were astounded to find you were reacting so well to him.

“Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes.”

You nodded and obeyed, moaning with him as his member entered your mouth. He stood up then and got rid of his shoes, pants and undergarments and your hands held onto his thighs. Your eyes closed as you tasted him, felt his weight on your tongue and he seemed to be as overwhelmed as you were as he did not move for a bit. His hand found your [H/C] strands and patted you a bit. “Buena chica…”

You wanted to smile at the praise but it was soon forgotten as he began to move, gripping your hair for more leverage. Slowly at first so you could get used, picking up speed as he went.

As his hands held you in place and he pushed further you gagged, taking all of him in your mouth. He moaned loud and pulled back, removing himself from your mouth and dragging you to the nearby mirror. “Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable?”

You shook your head, staring at your red face and drool on your chin. “No, teniente.”

“Eres tan sucia. Pues,” He shoved himself into your mouth again, “siga mirándote. I want you to see yourself as you take me in.” You moaned as he forced your head on the mirrors direction, his member forcefully hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. The sight and sounds of it, so dirty, had you numb with pleasure. You felt his thrusts grow erratic, his moans louder until he pulled your head fully to him and soon he filled your mouth.

You moaned and choked. At the depth he had released, you had no option but to swallow and that by itself seemed to please him enough, but your instincts had you cleaning him. “You didn’t waste a single drop...well done.”

Smiling up at him, you stood up. His arms found your waist again and he kissed you, deep and needy. A reward, a part of your mind told you. For behaving well, doing what you’re told.

Your body hit the mattress not late after that, his soon following. His lips were still on yours as he sat up and pulled you up with him, your hands undressing him fully, vest and shirt alike. When his mouth found your neck, your hands found his chest and you couldn’t help but wonder why this man, this spectacular man, would choose you. Surely he was experienced, surely he had someone waiting for him in Cádiz? A wife, children?

“You think too much, querida.” He kissed your cheek then, stroking the other one with his right hand and smiling gently as he looked into your eyes. “What’s bothering you?”

“Why me?”, you blurted out and blushed and how sudden it sounded. “Don’t you have...someone? In Cádiz?”

“Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa?” He laughed at the indignant face you put, a pout on your lips. “There’s no one. There hasn’t been someone in years, señorita. This...experience is fruit of my years on a ship. I’m afraid we don’t always have the luck to find someone special while we are young.”

“But I’m glad to have found you”, he kissed your hand. “If you will have me, that is.”

“Teniente…” You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Estás…”

“Yes, I am. I want to speak to your father when we reach Spain. I wish to marry you. It may be too soon but I have never felt this for anyone, not a single soul. You enthrance me, señorita.”

“I...yes. ¡Sí! ¡Me caso con usted.”

His smile could have lit the room and he kissed you again, passionately. “Then I believe you have the right to call me Guillermo.” You tested his name on your tongue and he seemed to like the sound of it, a whisper of ‘sí, mi amor’ and a kiss soon following.

Laying on the bed, his hands resumed their exploration of your body. “You are still being punished, señorita, do not forget that.” His mouth found your breasts and he showered them with attention. Biting, sucking, licking, marking your skin to show his status. You were his now.

The air in the room was hot, burning, your lungs almost struggled to draw breath in. Just like that he was back in his dominant mode, peppering your body with kisses and a few bites here and there until he reached your thighs. He spread them, big hands holding your legs open for him as he decided it was time to repay you for earlier. You blushed hard, your face on fire as he took you in. “Still this wet for me.”

His tongue tasted you and you gasped so loud your body jumped on the bed. A chuckle was his reply as he kept working on you, flicking his thumb on your little bundle of nerves as his tongue found your entrance. He was eating you out and God was he good at it.

Perhaps it was the lack of experience from your part or the excess of experience on his part but it took a surprising short time for you to reach your climax, the first one you ever had, causing your back to arch. He hummed and drank your juices, licking them off his lips before resuming his attention. He brought you climax upon climax with no hurry in the world until you were left limp, gasping and moaning incoherent things for him. Begging for him to take you.

“Are you sure, [Y/N]? There’s no turning back if we go all the way.”

You nodded, feverish and delirating with pleasure as you hugged him. He aligned his member to your core, the sheer pressure on you was almost maddening; you were still so sensitive from his mouth.

“Beg me for it then. What do you want from me?”

“You...I want you…”

“Yes? What do you want from me?”

“Please, Guillermo, please take me. Quiero ser tuya.”

He chuckled, stroking your cheek before slapping you. “Ya eres mia, [Y/N]. ¿No eres?”

You nodded and he slapped you again as you kept begging for him to take you, to please stop teasing, to claim you. He obliged, slowly entering you and giving you time to adapt once more. “So tight, [Y/N]...dios, you feel so good.”

You could barely breathe through the initial burn and pain from the stretch, not noticing until now just how big he was. He seemed made to fit you as he bottomed out, sighing in pleasure at the tightness and warmth surrounding him. As your hips moved it was the sign he needed to start his own movements, shallow and slow at first until he started pounding you into the mattress.

The sound of skin against skin was maddening, so hot and delicious to you as the music from the balls you went to in Cádiz. “Guillermo...más, dame más.”

Another slap, “You don’t give orders here, señorita. And it’s teniente.”

You were sure you were leaving imprints on the mattress, his thrusts so deep and strong that your skin tingled. Your hands reached for him and hugged him close to you, nails on his back as he growled and moaned in your ear, praising you on how well you took him, how warm and wet you were for him.

You came once again, then twice, squeezing him tight. By the third one he moaned loud, holding you tight against him and thrusting as fast as he could.

“I’ll fill you up so good. And you will take it all, don’t let a single drop out. Am I making myself clear?”

“Sí…sí teniente, sí.”

“Good girl.”

He came then, the sheer heat of it enough to rip a moan from you. His own moan was loud and he shook as he emptied in you, true to his word in filling you up. You stroked his hair as he rode through his climax, kissing his temple in thanks.

As the two of you came down from your high he plopped on the bed beside you, slowly removing himself from you and hugging your naked, overheated body against his. “Dios mio, mujer. You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

You chuckled, nuzzling your face on his neck. “I love you, Guillermo.”

“I love you too, [Y/N]. Now sleep. We have a lot to clean tomorrow.”

Spanish translations:

Te has portado muy mal, señorita = You have behaved very badly, miss

Perdón, teniente = I’m sorry, lieutenant

No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección = No more, miss. I’ll teach you a lesson

Esta noche me obedecerás = Tonight you’ll obey me

¿Comprendes? = Do you understand?

Sí = Yes

¿Y esto qué es? = And what is this?

¿Te gusta, eh? = You like it, huh?

Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes = Now open your mouth and mind your teeth

Buena chica = Good girl

Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable? = Look. Look at you. Do you think you look like a respectable lady?

Eres tan sucia. Pues, siga mirándote = You’re so dirty. Well, keep looking at yourself.

Querida = Dear

Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa? = Ah, I see. Jealous?

Estás = Are you

¡Me caso con usted! = I’ll marry you!

Mi amor = my love

Quiero ser tuya = I want to be yours

Ya eres mia = You’re already mine

¿No eres? = Are you not?

Dios = God

Más, dame más = More, give me more

Dios mio, mujer = My God, woman

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kathaariawrites · 4 years

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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 1)

Hi my lovelies! This was supposed to be an oneshot for my beloved Capitán but I have so many ideas that I can’t so it’ll be divided into chapters. I actually dreamt with this story and had to write it. Armando may seem sweet here but don’t be fooled. Will be uploaded to AO3 as soon as possible with my other works, I'll publish the link here. Spanish to English translations at the end of the chapter.

Things to note:

This is an AU where the crew was freed from the curse, Jack Sparrow and basically everyone in Barbossa’s ship were killed by them and they went back to Spain. Pirates of the Caribbean (this movie at least) has a very confusing universe and I don’t think the timelines fit so I took some liberties with that. They were not gone for too long (25 years in my head though it felt longer for the crew while cursed).

For historic accuracy (someone has to care about that, right Disney?) I gave the reader a Spanish family name and set names for her parents.

Although I speak Spanish, it’s not my first language so I’m here begging for forgiveness for any mistakes and also begging for corrections if that’s the case.

Enjoy!

Life in Cádiz was monotonous to say the least. The city was not big and most of the life in it revolved in the Armada: if you did not work there, you probably knew someone who did, a friend or a family member. In your case it was your dad, Almirante Caballero. Your relationship with him was good. He was a honorable man, with a stable income that was more than enough to provide for his family and keep a big house. You had no complaints even with the long periods of absence in you childhood, a part of you knew it was part of the job.

Recently though, the whole Armada seemed restless and the rumours were endless. The crew of La Maria Silenciosa was back from the dead, freed from a supposed curse that seemed too fantastic to be real even to you and coming back to Spain after years of being declared dead to the world. You remember clearly as a child how the widows wept, the families broken as they received the news, the ship being late to their return, no communication from the captain and pirate activity on the rise again, the rumours reaching the Spanish shores in no time. The crew had passed, the ship was destroyed and the pirate named Jack Sparrow was to blame.

The captain and the lieutenant were your dad’s closest friends and the loss of such an esteemed member of his life destroyed a part of him you thought you would never see again. The friendly, warm shimmer in his eyes was gone since then and your mother begged him to leave the Armada, that they could survive somewhere else and do something else but he refused every time; Armando Salazar had renewed his will to get rid of the pirates, a goal they shared, and to protect his country. Now, with his return, your father seemed eager to receive him, to have him back to his house, show what had happened in these years.

That’s why today, standing in a beautiful blue dress the same shade of the sea that bathed Cádiz, you stood beside your father in front of the docks to greet them, eyes trained on its sails. How was it possible for the ship to be back in shape, like nothing happened to it? You don’t remember the captain or teniente Lesaro but you were just as nervous. Would they look like what the rumours said? Would they be aggressive, rude? So immersed and nervous you were that you did not notice the ship anchoring, the officers leaving and the families hugging and crying in celebration to have their loved ones back until your father’s strong voice shouted.

“¡Armando! ¡Guillermo!”

His voice sounded strained and you looked at your parents for the first time since arriving. Your mother had tears in her eyes, a hand covering her mouth and your dad did not look much better. He almost ran to the officers and embraced them, as did your mother, though the captain and the lieutenant were not in your line of sight for you to evaluate their reactions. That did not stop you from seeing their arms embracing your father too and the sobs that left his chest made your eyes go wide.

You stood there, uncomfortable, until your father walked with all three in your direction.

“I trust you remember mi hija, ¿[Y/N]?”, your father asked and you gave them a little curtsy. The eyes of the captain were trained on you the whole time, the weight of it was borderline oppressive. Lesaro smiled at you and nodded, taking your hand and planting a soft kiss to the back of it. The captain did the same, his eyes still piercing yours and bringing a soft blush to your cheeks.

“I certainly do, Hugo, though she was much smaller when we left these shores.”, Lesaro added with a smile. “A lot of time has passed, ¿eh?”

Your father agreed, “Sí, mucho tiempo. We have a lot to talk, Guillermo, over a glass of wine. I trust you and Armando have decided on staying with us for the time being?”

“Sí, I don’t believe we have other option and I look forward to having a real meal, fresh and delicious. Is Lucia still working for you?”, the captain replied and you started walking to your house together, your father giving them a briefing of life and happenings in Cádiz and the Armada while they were gone. Every now and then the captain’s gaze layed on you and you wanted to hide, the walk seemed endless.

In the house, the afternoon passed calmly and quickly. You didn’t see them the entirety of it, both men staying in the guest rooms to rest and get some energy back after the weight of the journey and their final battle. You walked through the gardens until a maid called you in for dinner.

Your father was happy and it showed in his face and actions. The capitán and the teniente seemed equally happy to be around the living and eating a well made, hot meal. After you were finished you stood up and excused yourself, resuming your walk in the garden with a book in your hands until you heard steps from behind.

“You are not very talkative, señorita. ¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato?”

You turned around, your eyes finding his on instinct. “Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán. I am merely giving you the opportunity to talk to my father, your absence had a great impact on him.”

His eyes softened at that and he hummed gently, stepping closer to you. “Lo siento, señorita. I am afraid my time away from the living has taken some of my social skills.” He offered you his arm as an apology, to which you promptly took and resumed your walk.

“Do not fret over that, capitán, it is understandable. But does it not make you uncomfortable to speak about it? The curse, these years? You seem so at ease.”

He chuckled then, his free hand resting on top of yours on his elbow and his fingers flexed, as if appreciating the warmth of the touch. “It is...a numb feeling, I admit. I used to think I would not wish to talk about it if we were ever set free but now I find it does not bring me any feeling. Besides, I presume there will be a lot of explanations to give to the Armada, so my talking is not over.”

You smiled and nodded in sympathy, “You have quite a tale to tell, capitán. All of you do. And it could be quite hard to tell it, some might be disbelieving but you have friends in this house, I am sure you will be back on the sea in no time.”

“I do not think of sailing again, señorita. I’m afraid my time in a ship is over.”

Her eyebrows raised, “You will not? The Armada has relieved you of duty?”

“You’re an inquisitive one, señorita.”, he chuckled again. “I believe this information is classified and therefore not for a civilian’s ears.” Another chuckle at your indignant huff and then silence for the rest of your walk. He took you back inside, leaving you by the doors of your room and leaving with a kiss to the back of your hand once more.

“Buenas noches, señorita.”

“Buenas noches, capitán.”

“Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando.”

“Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre. [Y/N].”

“Pues. Buenas noches, [Y/N].”

“Buenas noches, Armando.”

Spanish translations:

Armada = how the Spanish navy is called

Almirante = Admiral

La Maria Silenciosa = The Silent Mary

Mi hija = My daughter

Sí, mucho tiempo = Yes, a long time

Señorita = miss

¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato? = Cat got your tongue?

Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán = I’m perfectly capable of speaking, captain

Buenas noches, señorita = Goodnight, miss.

Buenas noches, capitán = Goodnight, captain.

Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando = Call me by my name, miss. Armando.

Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre = Then I tell you the same, Armando. Call me by my name

Pues buenas noches = Then goodnight

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By Autumn - Thranduil x Reader

Hello my lovelies! This was requested by @queenofmankind and it look a bit longer than it should due to technical problems. It’s here and I hope you like it!

There’s smut further into the story, so beware.

(Y/N), daughter of lord Glorfindel. For most of her life that was all she was to the elves who met her. After the fall of Gondolin her father became a legend and she always felt she lived in the shadows of his name and his past, always wanted to prove herself and make her own name. That was precisely what she voiced to Lord Elrond and precisely why she was sent to Mirkwood as an emissary.

Thranduil was a difficult elf to deal with, that much was clear from the start of her stay in the kingdom. Of course all elves across Middle Earth talked about his infamous mood and how quickly it changed, as well as his fabled hability to make everyone around him angry. (Y/N) was no different. Although she wouldn't say they were enemies, rivals or anything, their relationship was surely a love-hate one. It took some time for her to get past the walls he had built around his heart and for her to admit the king wasn't half as bad as everyone said (but Eru forbid she admit it to anyone).

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, they settled for flirting, teasing, taking long walks and endearment terms for each other. He chose "Gilith nin" (my starlight) for her and he was her "belegon nin" (my mighty one) - if Legolas and Tauriel scoffed whenever the two of you used them was a completely different story.

Letters arrived from Rivendell yesterday containing new instructions and comments on your progress. The meaning for your stay was to try and stop the rivalry between the Noldor and the Sindar which was slowly progressing. Lord Elrond suggested a marriage between the two races, considering either marrying you to prince Legolas (with a skeptical approval of your father) or marrying his own daughter to king Thranduil. Both options sounded terrible, as you had accepted your heart belonged to the king but lord Elrond requested you tried talking to him as to which option would be of his liking.

With a heavy heart you walked into the throne room, your robes flowing behind you and your (H/C) hair braided with a simple circlet on your forehead. The matters needed to be addressed and you dreaded to hear his decision. The guards nodded as you came to a stop in front of the two heavy doors and opened one for you. Thranduil was sitting on his throne, a bored look on his face until he saw you entering the throne room, a smile litting his whole face.

"Gilith nin! What brings you here so early? I know it is inevitable to miss me but our meeting was only scheduled for tomorrow."

"I am afraid I bring news and a more intimate debate, belegon nin", you said, sighing softly.

Thranduil signaled for the guards to leave which they quickly did. "Should we take this matter to somewhere my private then?", he added with a teasing smirk which brought a light flush to your cheeks.

"Actually, no, it is quite a serious issue and..."

It happened then. The dress made you trip and you fell as you raised to the dais, the letter flying from your hands. It was the most humiliating thing that happened to you during your stay and you frowned, a soft growl leaving you as his deep laughter filled the room. Eru, why? Why must it always be you?

"Why, gilith nin, when I said I would make you fall for me this was not what I meant at all." His laughter diminished to a chuckle as he crouched and offered you his hand, which you gladly took, before grabbing the letter.

As he read, his face turned an impossible shade of pale, the smile and mirk leaving his stance completely as he frowned as if the letter was Morgoth himself mocking him. "What is the meaning of this?"

"This is what I meant to discuss with you. It arrived from Rivendell yesterday and..."

"Nonsense! Valar give me strength, marrying you to my son! Marrying his daughter to me as if any of you were merely a piece of meat to be used in a trade agreement! This is not how this will go at all, gilith nin, there must be another way."

"My king you need to consider. I do not think he would have proposed this if he did not already ran through every other option in his head, it is lord Elrond after all."

"I will not marry without love, my heart belongs to someone and this...this will not do, not at all."

If your heart could drop any more you were sure it would bury itself to the ground. Thranduil loved someone already. "Belegon nin, I know you are displeased but please, reconsider. Do not be the stubborn elf everyone thinks you are."

Your hand reached for his and that forced his eyes to hold yours, the beautiful blues staring into your (E/C) ones. "Thranduil, my king, please. We must find a way. Is this lady, the one who holds your heart, a Noldor?" That earned a soft nod, a blush on his cheek that was not characteristic of him at all. "Why not marry her then?"

He seemed to think for a while before setting himself and nodding, "I suppose that could be arranged if she agrees to it, yes." He suddenly grasped one of your hand firmly, freeing the other so he can reach for your cheek. "Would you, gilith nin? Would you marry me?"

The world stood still and the air suddenly seemed heavy. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, his eyes trained on your reaction and making you feel like the most precious gift in the kingdom, as if you were Varda herself in front of him. "Belegon nin...oh Thranduil, why have you not told me sooner? I...yes, of course I would, melethron nin."

His lips were on yours not even a second later, the softness and warmth making you gasp in pleasant surprise. "I feared you would not have me, gilith nin...I fear our differences would set us apart. No more, no more fear and no more of this talk of marrying another sindar. You are mine and shall be mine for eternity."

You could only nod, your hands working his outer robe as you kissed again. Thranduil was tall, wide shoulders and a dominating instinct that shook you to the core and it was easy to allow him that. You complied, allowed him to take your circlet off and slowly undress you right there, in the middle of the dais.

"Beautiful...", he said as he took an appreciative glance over you. "So beautiful...and all mine."

"Yes, all yours, my love. As I have been from the start."

That earned you a smirk and his mouth took to your neck as he lifted you up, walking up the stairs to sit you on his throne. "You look good in there. Where you belong, as my queen. Let me treat you like one, my dearest."

His hands found your thighs and spread them, placing each of your calves on his throne's arms and exposing your core to him. You nodded again and closed your eyes, prompting him to lean down and bite your neck, a gasp leaving your mouth as you stared at him with an indignant look in your eyes that prompted him to chuckle. "Look at me. Don't close your eyes, meleth."

Kneeling, his mouth found your soft breasts as he toyed with them as he pleased. You moaned softly, holding his stare as he sucked and bit down in a way that would leave marks behind. He was marking you, you realised with a warmth that flowed through your body. "Thranduil..." Your soft voice made him growl and his hand touched you were you earned the most, a loud gasp escaping you as he slowly played with the nub between your legs.

"Soaked already, gilith nin? Has the touch of your king really done this to you?" He chuckled with a deep satisfaction and lifted his hand to inspect its state, his eyes once again locking with yours as he tasted it. Whatever he tasted, you decided, he seemed to like enough to spread you as far as he could before licking a long path from your entrance to your clit.

You openly moaned this time, head thrown back as he worked you. "Never occurred to me that the day would come when I have the King of Woodland Realm on his knees for me." One last tease.

You burned for him, hands tangling on his hair as your hips moved on their own accord to find your completion but he stopped before you could, giving you one last lick before he stood up. He chuckled again at your needy whimpers, "Be patient, meleth. You will cum for me, around me, and only when I allow it. Am I not your king?", he added as he slowly disrobed. Boots, trousers, his inner robe, everything.

Thranduil stood in front of you as he was brought into the world, ready to take you into his and you couldn't help but stare at his member. It was impressive, not that you were experienced, and you couldn't suppress a shiver. "My king..."

"Am I the first? The first to take you?"

You nodded and he seemed pleased as he leaned over you, covering his member with your fluids before slowly entering you. You clinged into his form, moaning at every centimeter that breached you and feeling a deep satisfaction as he also seemed pleased. "So tight...valar, (Y/N), you are so good around me."

You couldn't reply, your mind numbed by both pain and pleasure. Once he was fully inside he gave you a few minutes to get used to him, kissing you sweetly in the meantime. You were utterly lost in the sensations, in the pure love he was showering you with, in his smell and weight.

Eyes dark with desire, he pulled back slightly to star thrusting inside of you. Moans and growls filled the throne room as he thrusted with abandon. His hand found your hair and pulled and you let out a scream as the action awakened something inside of you, something primal. The need to be dominated, to be his, to belong to him.

"I am going to make you scream my name so loud that all of this realm will hear you and know who you belong to." He growled into your ear. His arm circled your waist, pulling your hips up to allow him a deeper reach inside of you. You screamed in pleasure.

"Who do you belong to?"

"To you!"

"'To you' what?"

"To you, my king!"

That seemed to do it. His thrusts got impossibly deep, fast, hard as he pounded into you. You were sure his guards could hear you and it just made your arousal spark. "Please...please my king...please let me come."

Growling, he nodded, fingers back to your nub as he stroked it. "Come, my queen. Come for your king, scream my name. Let them know who is taking you." And that you did. All his ministrations, combined with how publically he was taking you in a room anyone could come in and your spiked arousal threw you over the edge. Your back arched as stars exploded into your vision and you numbly felt his release hot inside of you, his moans following suit as he helped you ride your high.

You two hugged and kissed in the afterglow, whispering love promises and worshipping you. He slowly got up and helped you get dressed before dressing himself. Reaching for the letter, he rose one of his eyebrows at you before smirking.

"Write back to your father and your lord. They must know a marriage will take place and that Mirkwood will have a new queen by autumn."

"But...that's in two weeks, meleth."

"I waited long enough. Autumn, my queen, no later than that."

“Oh Valar...”

“You will say that a lot in the following yea...ouch! Why hit your husband like this, meleth?”

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fanfiction #my work

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kathaariawrites · 4 years

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I have 2 stories to upload which are in my laptop and my WiFi is dead for almost a week. If it doesn't come back by tomorrow, I'll type them on my phone and upload them through here. 😤

#//Writer talks

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kathaariawrites · 4 years

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My Jewel - Elrond x Reader

Hi there people! This was something I found a while ago in my laptop and realized it’d be good to post here as it’s not being read by anyone other than me. This is a Elrond x Reader fic I wrote a few years ago, back when I was obsessed with Elrond and found the lack of works frustrating.

Time passed slowly, gently, in Rivendell. You knew that, of course, being born and raised there. Strangely enough, today time seemed to drag itself as your chores as one of the house’s maid were endless in preparation for the visit of the king, Thranduil. It was rare for him to leave his accursed forest, even more for him to announce on short notice a visit and lord Elrond, bless him, was as alarmed and nervous as everyone else.

Your [E/C] eyes looked around the guest room, the one where the king were to stay during his visit, and you nodded to yourself, content with the result. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought the room was reserved for him due to its size and sheer luxury. As you turned around to leave and inform master Erestor that everything was ready, you stumbled upon someone at the door. Your eyes traveled up immediately only to find your lord’s face, looking at you.

“My lord Elrond! My apologies, I was not paying attention”, you said as you gave him a respectful bow.

“Do not fret, [Y/N], I was equally distracted. I trust everything is ready for Thranduil?”

“Yes my lord, his room is ready as requested and according to his demands.”

“Good. Very good, [Y/N]. I have another request for you, something simple.”

“Of course, my lord. How may I be of help?”, you suppressed a sigh. Thranduil’s demands were draining enough and you were looking forward to resting.

“My study needs organizing. Thranduil requested a hearing and we need the room to be in perfect shape.”

You simply nodded, excusing yourself and walking to his study room to continue your chores. Complaining would do nothing to solve your workload anyway and so you started.

A few hours later you heard steps behind you, your lord’s footsteps as you came to know after years of incessant and ridiculous pining. You shove your lovesick thoughts aside and turned to look at him, your breath leaving you as the image of Elrond’s figure, formally dressed and ready to greet the king, was processed in your mind. He looked stunning.

“Everything ready, [Y/N]?”

“Yes, my lord. All set.”

“Good. Efficient as ever, I see. Erestor was right when he recommended you as head housemaid”, he added with a soft smile.

You could feel your face becoming red and your mind lost all rational thought. Perhaps this was the most your lord has ever said directly to your, the first praise that was so long and sincere. “I...thank you, my lord.”

“You do not need to thank me for a praise well placed, [Y/N]. You are dismissed.” And with a nod, you left.

As it turns out, your luck was not as good as you once thought. On the next day, after Thranduil arrived, lord Elrond decided to throw a feast (the maids insisted it was a celebration to the king leaving his rabbit hole in the forest and you laughed with them) and you were a necessary piece on the serving of guests. Everything was well, but the Mirkwood elves always drank excessively and so their feasts lasted for hours and hours.

Lord Elrond looked tired; the king however was not even phased. They talked and after standing for nearly an hour by the wall, your lord called you over to refill his goblet. As soon as you stood beside him, the king’s eyes fixed on you and you felt yourself shrink with the intensity of his gaze.

“Well well well, Elrond. Why was I not aware that you held such fine gems in this piece of heaven of yours?”, the king’s voice filled the room and from your place you could see lord Elrond frown. “What is your name, my jewel?”

“[Y/N], my king.”

“[Y/N]! What a lovely name. Such a shame to see a flower as a servant, you would look fetching with a circlet on your head...or even a crown.” That positively made your face feel as if it was on fire and you wanted a hole to hide. Specially after the king started laughing. Could one of the valar please come to your rescue? That would be much appreciated.

“That is enough, Thranduil.” Lord Elrond it is, then. “I believe the time has come to retire, you are quite intoxicated.”

“Oh, yes, so it seems.” Thranduil smirked, his goblet forgotten on the table as he stood up, excusing himself and casually walking to his room.

Lord Elrond chose that moment to stand up, taking the wine bottle from your hands and carelessly placing it on the table. His hands grabbed yours then, dragging you out of the room. You almost fell with the speed he was walking and your eyes were wide as he pushed you against a wall in an empty corridor.

“My lord?”

“Silence, [Y/N].”

And that’s when his mouth downed on yours, hungry and tasting as sweet wine. Your eyes closed and you retributed, equally hungry for him. As the time passed and it became sweeter, it seemed like years had passed until your lord broke it, gently, putting a small distance between you as his forehead rested against yours.

“My sweet [Y/N]...I cannot begin to tell you for how long I have wished to do this. My apologies for being so abrupt.”

“It is quite okay, my lord.”

“Elrond. Call me Elrond, my dear. Am I right to presume the feelings are reciprocated?”

You smiled, nodding as you vocaly confirmed, “Yes you are.”

“Good. The valar have granted me a second chance at love, [Y/N], and I fully intend to making the most out of it. I love you, meleth nin, and there is only one circlet who will be placed on your head: a matching one, for mine.”

You let out a chuckle, your eyes and heart warm and filled with love, “I love you too, Elrond.”

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