#CAPTURED: dreamwastaken fanfiction

[hearts4dwt]

𝐓𝐖𝐎 | 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑

SUMMARY: you've been captured by the nightmare's crew and try to get off your time in your little cell by annoying a few of the pirates. little did you know, there was a storm brewing right above you — quite literally.

WARNINGS: mentions of death

PAIRING: dream x fem! reader (enemies to lovers)

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

The ache in your feet and hands was nothing compared to the one in your head, as you slowly managed to open your eyes, lifting your chin off your chest. Trying to bring up your hand to rub the sleep off that had collected at the brink of your eyes over the hours, you realized chains had been tied around your wrists. Furrowing your eyebrows, you snapped your head up, gazing to your left and right, though the only thing you could spot through the darkness were two other cells, a few buckets of water that seemed to be older than this ship and a few little holes in between the wooden planks, brining light into the darkness of this hall.

"See who's awoken from her beauty-sleep," a voice in the darkness calls out and you shoot your head forward. It is only now that you take notice of the horrendous smell down here, scrunching your nose up in disgust.

A blonde man emerges from the shadows, arms crossed as he grins down at you. It is the same one that had battled the captain of the Wallflower. You assumed your ship was beyond lost now, though, as well as it's crew. He let his blue, piercing eyes fly over your body, taking in your disheveled state — your hair was fizzy and wild, nothing compared to the way it had elegantly laid on top of your shoulders hours ago, half of your face was smeared with dirt and the nasty water of the ground of the cells the boys had been too lazy to clean off. The jewellery that used to lay on the smooth skin of your throat a few hours ago had been ripped off roughly, though you had taken no notice of it. Actually, you were kind of lost — somehow, the last few hours were but a blur to you, only some flashes of how you got onto The Nightmare and into this cell running through your mind. The pirate that had threatened you must have done something, though you weren’t quite sure.

"Where… am I?" You let out, surprised at your own voice, which sounded foreign to you. Coarse and uneven, not like usually steady and smooth.

"Wow," the blonde nodded, chuckling. You narrowed your eyes at him. "She talks."

"Where am I?" You said, sitting up straight, at least as much as the chains wrapped around your ankles let you. "Do not make me repeat myself again."

"Wow, hey!" He yelled, furrowing his eyebrows, though the grin on his lips remained, telling you this was nothing but a joke to him. "Is that a threat, your majesty?"

His voice had gone low, sending shivers down your spine, almost making you retract from your position. Though, you kept your head high, blinking at him as you remained as collected as possible. You knew those pirates craved nothing more than wealth — they would demand money and gold of your family and then discard you like garbage. If they were merciful enough, you'd even be allowed to get something appropriate to eat.

"I would take it as that, if I were you." You bit back and watched as his grin fades from his lips, followed by chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Be quiet now." He hissed and turned around, leaving you behind in your cell, disgusted by the mushy water beneath your feet and the irony scent of the chains in the air. Or maybe it was your blood beneath them? You couldn’t quite tell, but you knew your ankles had been painfully wrapped for hours now, twisting and turning as your slept peacefully, thinking you'd wake in your queen-sized bed at your cousin's palace.

Hours and more hours went by as you waited impatiently for something to happen, being close to turning insane at some point from the way time passed so torturously slow. The blonde pirate with the blue eyes had never returned, and you felt slight regret — it had been fun watching his face fall as soon as you talked back at him. You had come to realize this would probably be your doom if your family wouldn’t do anything any time soon, and even come to accept your fate.

All of a sudden, in the middle of you dozing off to sleep, you heard quiet whistles chime through the chamber. Soon enough, it mixed with the sound of a broom swooshing through the soaked, nasty ground outside of your cell.

"Hey, Tommy, did the captain say anything about cleaning the cells?" A voice called out and you recognized a british accent. At least you knew one of the names of the crew members now — and that there were not one, but two people in here right now.

"I don’t think so." Another voice called out, though he sounded far more exhausted than the other boy.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Toby, I am." You heard the other voice bring out annoyedly, and found yourself wondering if those two were friends. At least you knew both of their names now.

"Uh, Tommy?" The voice grew closer and you felt your eyes widen as you managed to make out a pair of green eyes in between the darkness — and the outlines of a body, a teenage boy's body, you assumed. The broom was set down onto the ground as an exasperated sigh rang through the chamber, signaling Tommy wasn't as enthusiastic to be being down here as his friend.

"Crap, what is it?" He hissed and you heard him turn around swiftly, before a soft inhale sounded through the basement.

"Did the captain say anything about captives?" The Toby-voice said.

"You mean prisoners?"

"Is that important right now!?" The Toby-voice retorted in a whisper-yell. You nearly chuckled at their bickering, it was quite amusing to listen to, to be honest.

"You know, I can hear you." You interfered as they went on to argue, the voice belonging to the Tommy-guy stopping mid-sentence. Both their heads turned towards your cell and in the darkness, you could only make out one pair of green eyes, a head of golden locks and a pair of blue eyes that shined almost as piercing as the ones belonging to the pirate that had been at your cell earlier.

"Would you excuse us for a moment?" You heard the Toby-guy say and nodded, only seconds later realizing they weren’t able to see you due to the darkness. Letting out a hum, you heard a few whispers followed by footsteps and the crack of a door, letting a few rays of light into the gloomy chamber.

You could easily tell those two were probably new additions to this crew, they weren’t exactly good at their jobs, you assumed. Though, you didn’t doubt they didn’t try their hardest — it simply wasn’t in their nature, being a pirate. They appeared almost friendly, in a way. Although, you couldn’t quite believe your own thoughts at that moment — The Nightmare's crew? Friendly?

Safe to say, a moment turned out to be longer than you thought. Actually, Tommy and Toby had been away for more than an hour, yes, you did count. It eventually got boring to just wait for them to arrive back, what else were you supposed to do with your gifted time?

You even managed to nearly drift into sleep a second time as you tried to think of ways to escape this misery — this nasty thing they dared to call a ship. It was shame to your ancestors, really.

It was only when you heard low rumble coming from above you that you woke from your slumber, and a slight bounce that made you sat up as straight as the restrains on your ankles let you, startled. An ache similar to the one in your limbs had started to grow in your stomach, and soon the grumbling outside wasn’t the only loud grumbling you were able to hear.

Though, you didn’t really get much time to think about it — with fear striking down upon you and rushing through your veins like a virus, spreading to the pit in your stomach, as you heard yells similar to the ones you'd heard when your ship had been taken over. This time, it was less, though and it was up to you to assume what was happening outside of this chamber, trying to make out in your mind as to why they sounded so panicked. The dips the ship was taking were no help to all your nervousness. Sooner or later, realization hit you — The Nightmare had encountered a storm.

This left you to wonder. More than you'd like to admit, actually.

He had started to create his reputation across land and ocean, among mankind and womankind. You've heard rumours, stories, myths, almost every kind of retelling of the famous adventures of The Nightmare's famous captain and his right-hand-man, the helmsman, Dream. Although, you were beyond sure a bunch of them were lies — no way two men could easily singly conquer a crocodile with nothing but their bare hands.

However, you did believe in the potential this helmsman had. They didn’t give him the nickname, the man who conquered thunder, for nothing, you assumed. He would easily manage to ignore the grey clouds that signaled an upcoming storm raging from the horizon and sail around it somehow, right?

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[businessbois]

betrayal (part 222, electric boogaloo)

(here, have something short and shitty for the tumblr)

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Tommy is shaken awake by two rough hands. He recognizes the feeling, they’re the same hands that have both knocked him down and given him awkward, semi-encouraging shoulder pats.

“Go ‘way, Techno” he mumbles into his pillow.

“Wake up, Tommy,” the Blade’s voice sounds weird, a few shades off his normal deadpan.

“Fuck off.”

A growl, “Tommy.” Swiftly, his blankets are ripped away, exposing him to the biting chill of the basement. Tommy tumbles to the ground with the blankets, landing in a heap at Techno’s feet.

“What the fuck!” he shouts, eyes flying open and suddenly very, very awake.

Technoblade’s in his usual get up of Antarctic blue and white furs, but he’s also got his mask on, hollow eyes and ivory bones. He doesn’t usually wear it inside and it’s a little disturbing to see first thing in the morning.

A soft bundle hits his face. 

“Get dressed.”

Tommy splutters, glaring up at the man standing over him. “I don’t think I will, dickhead.”

“Tommy, get dressed.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

Tommy looks down at the clothes fallen in front of him. His old red and white shirt and tan pants. Not the Antarctic colors he’s been wearing for his stay with the Blade. He frowns.

“Where are we going?”

A pause, just a breath too long.

“I’ll tell you when we’re upstairs. Get dressed.”

With the strangest feeling in his stomach, Tommy begrudgingly does as he’s told. All his instincts scream at him, danger danger danger, but he doesn’t know why. He wonders if this is what Techno’s chat is like.

Tommy climbs up the ladder from his cellar, shivering at the draft that his old clothes do nothing to shield him from. As he surfaces from the lower floor, his mouth is already open to complain. That all falls away when he gets a look at the room.

Technoblade is positioned at the far corner by the enderchest. His back is ramrod straight and he doesn’t spare Tommy a glance. The boat where Edward usually lives is empty. His box sits under the window, open and so, so far away. 

Heart dropping, shoulders tensing, Tommy says, “What is he doing here?”

And in the middle of their den, stands Dream, gleaming netherite and permanent smile.

His next words send a chill down Tommy’s spine more violent than any winter wind. 

“I’m here to take you home, Tommy.”

Tommy swallows, summoning some of that bluster he used to own. “I am home, bitch.”

“Not anymore.” There’s a smile in Dream’s voice. “See, Technoblade and I have talked, and we’ve both decided that it would be best if you came back with me instead of staying here, isn’t that right, Techno?”

The other man offers only silence.

Tommy laughs in the green bastard’s face. “Yeah, right, like Techno would give in to you.” He looks over to his brother for his reaction.

The Blade’s gaze is fixed towards the wall. He is still silent.

“Techno?”

“Tommy, don’t you remember? I’m the only one who cares about you. I’m your only friend.”

“That’s not true, Techno here cares about me, don’t you, big man?” His tone is his usual pomp and bullshit, but his eyes plead for reassurance.

(He receives nothing.)

Dream hums. “Maybe. But certainly not more than he cares about Philza.”

Tommy’s head snaps towards Dream. “What did you do to Phil?”

“Nothing. And I won’t ever do anything, Techno here’s made sure of that.”

A pit growing deep and cold in his stomach. “Techno, what—what did you do?”

Predictably, he gets no answer.

Crossing the room, Tommy marches up to Technoblade, bringing them chest to chest. His eyes scan, looking for something, anything, from  his b the man. He’s still wearing that stupid fucking pig mask, all hollowness, all bones. Tommy finds nothing.

“You bastard,” falls from his lips. 

A blast of cold air hits his back and Tommy turns to see Dream standing by the open doorway.

White plummets from the heavens, the storm outside is in full force, unforgiving whirlwind of ice and snow.

Tommy is shaking.

“Here.” Something soft and warm is draped over his shivering frame. Dream pats his shoulder. “Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold on our way home.” 

Numbly, Tommy looks down at the green hoodie he’s now wearing.

Dream holds out a sleeve encouragingly.

With a rising feeling of defeat, Tommy slips his arms in.

One last look at the Blade. The man who was supposed to be his family protect him. Who now stands in the corner like another one of Dream’s pawns.

Tommy scoffs. “Fuck you, Technoblade.”

No reaction.

He growls. “Fuck. You.”

Anger rises in his chest, familiar and safe, filling the spaces where he stashed peace and love and hope. When he has nothing else he has his rage. A fire to burn down that frigid little house.

“I hate you!” he screams at the unmoving man who still won’t look at him. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate youIhateyouIhateyouIhate...”

And that’s how Tommy goes—kicking and screeching with hot, angry tears cutting down his face—because TommyInnit has never gone anywhere quietly. Throughout it all, Dream keeps his iron grip on the hood of his jacket.

The two figures shrink into twin green blobs before disappearing completely into the snow.

A sorrowful whisper barely escapes the threshold before it is lost forever to cold, harsh winds.

“Goodbye, Theseus.”

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[ao3feed-hamilton]

by Fandomnerd22

It's no secret that Maryanne Washington has a massive crush on her English teacher, Mr. Hamilton, a man 18 years her senior. She's the apple of her professor's eye, but for more reasons than she realizes...

Words: 623, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Philip Hamilton, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Original Female Character(s)

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[hearts4dwt]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

SUMMARY: a few weeks ago, the fiancée of your cousin passed due to a virus that makes its rounds around the kingdom. on your way across the ocean to the palace of your cousin, your ship has an intercourse with the infamous nightmare.

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of death

PAIRING: dream x fem! reader (enemies to lovers)

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

The soft glow of the sun seems to lay a veil of stars upon the ocean, as you feel the warm rays engulf your body tightly, standing at the head of the ship beside your guard. Due to the wind your hair seems to blow in every direction, blocking your sight from the nothingness of sea you’re travelling across. It has been hours since the ship took off, time seems to stretch for as long as it can — your feet crave the touch of safe ground, not the swinging back-and-forth, the gentle cradling, of the boat. 

Just a few minutes ago your captain had announced it was only four miles left until you'd arrive on land, at the new-built Harbor located at the coast of your cousin's country, that was once your brother's, before he passed away. 

Your cousin and his late fiancée, a noble lady of wealthy house, had made the best out of this kingdom. Although, now, after her early passing he seemed to fall down a hole of misery, and nobody was there to catch him, nor to heave him out. Not only he took harm of this: the people seemed to be tainted by the grief just as much. 

You, on the other hand, had no time to grieve. To be honest, you didn’t really know what you felt — the whole situation was quite confusing in your position, as you never really got to know the woman. You had seen her once or twice, exchanged a few polite smiles and some meaningless chitchat, but you didn’t have a deep, emotional connection. 

Nonetheless, you travelled across the ocean for her funeral, not only to give her your respect, but to give your cousin your respect and condolences as well. 

You didn’t know anything about sailing, to be honest, and you never cared enough to learn it — although, you knew your ancestors had only come so far through their business of putting and selling ships of great quality. You felt bad only a little, though, it never really consumed you.

And although you knew so little about it — the only thing you could remember your grandfather teaching you were a bunch of different types of knots — you knew that the signs the spyglass-man above you gave the helmsman were anything but good. 

You could feel a pit forming in your stomach as you watched the men on the ship hurry from place to place, uneasiness crawling up your spine, arising goosebumps on your smooth skin. 

Eventually, it got too much, and the curiosity overcame you. Turning to your guard, whose face was also written with nervousness, you opened your mouth. 

"What is going on?" Your heard yourself ask, voice slightly coarse from not speaking so long. He turned his head away from the anxious crew to look at you, sighing as he shrugged his shoulders.

"No idea."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned away from him to the front, and now it finally caught your eye: a huge, dark ship was only miles away from yours, the Wallflower. 

You would never mistake this ship. You had heard too many rumours about it — everyone had. It‘s stories jumped around the kingdom like a disease, venom crawling into the people's heads, making them frightened for their life.

The crew really lived up to their ship‘s name — The Nightmare. It was exactly that, a nightmare. The people they'd capture were never heard from again — their names were only legends among the men on land now, a whisper brought out in fear The Nightmare would come for those who spoke of the captured as well. 

They hoist their flag with pride, their sails with spur and tumble across the ocean like ice, letting the other ships know they are coming exactly for them. 

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, swiftly turning around before you marched forward fiercely towards the captain, who stood beside his helmsman on the platform. Discarding the scarf that was tightly hugging your throat, shielding you from any cold breeze, you came to a stop after you conquered the staircase. 

The captain turned to you with raised eyebrows and a taunting curl of his lips down, eyes flying over your body. You were wearing a gown, usual for a princess, wrapped in a warm coat as jewellery hung around your neck. The uneasiness in you grew as he eyed you, before opening his mouth.

"What is it, your highness?" He sneered, voice tight and squeaky, emphasising the title with all his willpower. He only barely managed to tower over you, thin, short legs not as long as yours, which was quite sad, to be honest, seeing as you weren't that tall yourself. Compared to the usual men at sea, at least. You fought the grimace crawling up your face, slightly amused and at the same time disgusted at the way he wanted so desperately to show off.

"What is happening?" Your words came out steady compared to his. The other corner of his mouth curled up into a taunting grin, which now arouse slight anger inside you. You didn’t catch the nervous glances the helmsman was now sending his captain, and neither did said man. 

"I don’t know? You tell me, your highness." He said and you were still able to hear the mocking undertone, frown overtaking your face. "Everything is as it is supposed to be."

It was not. This was confirmed only a second after this thought occurred to you. 

"Uh, captain, sir," the helmsman brought out hesitantly and soon enough, you heard manly groans behind you, messy yelling and iron clanking against one another. You felt your heart skip a few beats, and out of fear, you didn’t dare to turn around, hoping what you were thinking was a lie and there wasn’t even a hint of the Nightmare's crew, that was slowly but surely taking over your ship.

However, your plan of 'ignoring until it’s gone' didn’t turn out so good — in fact, it was actually very, very stupid. You spotted a man with long, blonde curls and sword in his hands trotting up the staircase behind the captain and his helmsman, wicked grin tugging at his lips and an even more evil glint in his ocean blue eyes. 

You wanted to move — really, you did — but the fear brewing inside you held you back, restraining you as much as possible. You saw his gaze fall onto you, smirk now stretching over his face as he quickly turned away, let out a whistle to his back, before turning around again. 

This didn’t go unnoticed by the captain though, and after you saw his eyes widening, almost popping out of their holes, he snapped around and grabbed the sword out of his Holster. The blonde was just about to strike him down, however, the Captain was fast enough to bring up his sword to clank it against his and eventually they would move to fight down below alongside the others. Still, you remained in your place, completely mortified, sharing a look with the helmsman who seemed just as scared. 

You tumbled back a little, vision getting blurry, until you felt a strong presence behind you, drawing a gasp as you felt a blade being pressed against the soft flesh on your bare neck, just above your necklace. Your body tensed, heart picking up speed and nearly thumping out of your chest — you were sure the person behind you could hear and feel it beat rapidly. Needless to say you were scared for your life. 

"Don’t move now, princess." A smooth voice called out from behind you in a whisper, drawing another small gasp from you, which made him let out a chuckle to your misery. You could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck as he (you assumed he was a man) pressed the blade further onto your throat, his hand flying up to your arm, holding you in place as he tilted your head with his dagger on your chin to look at you. You could feel his gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips as you let your eyes fall shut, nose scrunching up in fear. 

"Don’t be scared," his voice called out again lowly, barely above a whisper, this time directly into your ear as he drew the dagger back to your throat and added even more pressure than before. You almost let out a whimper, but managed to collect yourself as you gulped down your fear and braced yourself. He guided you with his other hand that wasn’t holding the blade, dragging you to turn around, eyes catching up on the Wallflower's crew slowly but surely being killed by The Nightmare's. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut again, but he prevented you by pressing the blade even closer.

"Don't," his voice was firm now, his body pushing against yours to move you forward. 

"I want you to watch."

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