#caledon hockley x reader

[80s4life]

Pawns”

Word Count: 4,522

Status: Requested!

Ask: Pleeeeeaase write more of Cal from titanic. Literally any prompt I’m so hungry😭

Ask #2: Pleasee could we have more cal hockley content, specifically more chapters for "the things I've never done" and even more short stories if you have the time, I love your work 💕 [THANK YOU SM! I WAS STARTING TO GET SELF CONSCIOUS OF MY WORK AGAIN]

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Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Female!Reader

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Summary: Thrusted into the roaring 20′s, all you wanted to be was free and outgoing as all the booming women in city. However, your father’s deal with the devil seals your fate in the hands of your advisor and boss, Caledon Hockley; a man who is haunted by memories, stubborn in his ways, and opposed to the newfound strength in the young women of America. You’re a slave at his will in his eyes, yet you’re just as free as the new reformed women in your own. You’re stuck at a standstill in this endless game of chess, but who’s the pawn?

Warnings: forbidden, early 1900′s morals and customs, Reader is a maid, Cal is the head of the house, Post-Titanic sinking, mature language, kinda spicy, PTSD, domestic violence (included in a PTSD episode ONLY), Kind of a Beauty and The Beast AU for inspiration

{gif is not mine, credit goes to @locke-writes​}

It was all an act of practicality from the start: your father owed his father money and he had a set of nimble hands to rid himself of. 

Nathan Hockley was a millionaire who dealt in the steel tycoon business in Pittsburgh. Your father had a habit of gambling with the wrong people, which had allegedly caused your father to have an uncomfortable run-in with the powerful man. Unable and too stubborn to do so, your father handed you off as a way of reparation for the damage the bastard had caused.

Nathan’s son, Caledon Hockley, was the exact replica of his father. He was cunning, stubborn, powerful and wealthy; a disrupting mixture of facets that could either lift or crush you with a simple snap of a finger. He was dangerous, among many of his other qualities, which made your business in the Hockley’s presence just that much harder.

With the pandemonium that followed the sinking of the Titanic in 1914, the physical and mental effects had taken ahold of Nathan’s deeply treasured and only son, practically keeping him on house arrest until he was “better”. However, to both Nathan and Caledon’s dismay, 6 years had done nothing for his declining health, the reasoning behind why Nathan had administered you into Caledon’s household in the first place.

All of these events have led you up to this point, your suitcase rolling behind you as one of the many maids in the manor lead you up to your room to unpack. You haven’t seen this young and precarious man yet, but something is telling you that you most likely don’t want to. You are soon to be given your list of instructions to follow immediately and precisely; left to your own devices to either stay afloat or drown in the fury of the Hockley men.

Maria, a young maid in her 20′s, around your age, approaches you with a pure and youthful grin, a light blush to her cheeks. Her hair is cut into a cropped bob of black hair with short but soft curls, her lean frame with modest green eyes making her endearing - intoxicating. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?” her cutesy, high pitched voice only adding to her allure and picturesque innocence.

“Yes, that’s me,” you mutter, displaying your hands as if to show yourself off in sarcasm.

“No need to be so glum!” she giggles, bowing her head to catch your eyes and raise your line of sight. “I’m Maria Espinosa, but I’d assume the least you’d want right now is formalities.”

You snort, but let her continue nonetheless.

“I’ve your instructions - written myself, of course!” she smiles brightly; any harder and she might break her face. “As you know, with your appointment into this manor, the rest of the faculty will be let off, per Nathan Hockley’s request. But, don’t fret, the list is simple, short and can last all day without having to pay too much mind. Every Tuesday and Thursday, there will be a grocer that will restock the cabinets, refrigerator, etc. and help you with the cleaning. You are not to touch the east wing and only reside within the west - this will help eliminate the messes to clean and prevent extra exertion-”

“Sorry, if I may be crude, why are we not to go in the east wing?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was...” Maria drifts off, choosing her words lightly, “After the accident in 1914, the east was torn by his own hands. It was once used for balls and such, but after the Titanic,” she whispers the name as if someone might hear her, “Caledon was bedridden and sick, upset, angry, any emotion in the book. He used that wing as a way to let those emotions out.”

You stay silent as you stare at her with morbid curiosity and fear, nodding once before returning your attention to the list. The rest seems easy, not like the job was ever hard to begin with, just an annoyance for better words. 

Maria clears her throat, “Anyway, you must make at least two meals a day, mainly breakfast and dinner, both at 8 am and 8 pm. Caledon might decide not to have lunch some days, but if he does, make sure it is brought to him by 12 pm. He doesn’t like tardiness, so as long as you follow the rules as tightly as you can, you won’t be a target. Any questions?”

“No, no. I’d presume you’d want to be heading out?” you smirk at her mischievously and instantly watch as her taut muscles relax.

“Very much so, yes! It’s been forever since I’ve had a moment of freedom.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you shoo her off playfully. This is your family’s mess to clean, the least you can do is let her be free of the shackles that are now passed down and chained to your ankles. 

Maria is halfway through the door when she turns to you from the foyer, “I’ll do a monthly checkup to make sure everything is in line, and for a little company in your lonesome, okay?”

You smile gratefully, hands coming up to play with your nails, “Thank you, you’re very kind. Though, I don’t want to be a burden.”

“A burden? You just gave me my freedom!” she exclaims, laughing as she waves a hand. “I’ll be back by the end of the month! Settle in and enjoy the quiet!”

The moment the door slams shut, your shoulders droop heavily. Your eyes scan the spacious mansion with frightening curiosity. You’ve never even remotely been near land such as this, and now that you’re inside, it feels almost too much. You let your hands glide the carved wooden banister as you walk up the huge steps to the second floor, taking a left down a hall.

Your legs carry you down the long corridor, and, as you place your key into the fob, your eyes lay onto the door across from yours: ‘Lord Hockley’ carved neatly on the door. There’s a rustling behind it and footsteps that approach the other side of the door, eliciting you to push the key one click further and dive through the door as quickly and quietly as possible.

You flop onto the bed with a huff, trying to calm the beating of your heart just enough to allow you to unpack and prepare dinner within the course of 3 hours. When your room is finished, you nod in satisfaction, taking a bath in the connected bathroom and changing into a thin, sheer dress before exiting your room and back down the steps to the kitchen.

Finally do you take the time to read the list on your own. It includes very detailed and descriptive instructions, easy nonetheless, of medication usages and what to do with each, meal plans, recipes, a map of which rooms to clean and how to clean each one, and Caledon’s nightly and morning rituals to follow precisely.

Shrugging your shoulders, you roll your neck to release the tension before opening the cookbook up to the recipe designed for today’s date. “Pork roast,” you state alloud, cringing at the echo of your voice being followed by more movement in Hockely’s room.

Your mind roams as your eyes get lost at the sight of the luscious woods out the window, hands deftly whisking away at the pork roast’s grease with the intent of making a nice gravy to coat the dry, but tender pork roast. Shaking your head, you peer down and try to busy yourself with the already settling boredom you’re consumed by. 

You can hear the halls creak, the water drip from the faucet, birds chirping outside, the soft sway of the wind, random clicks, ticks, and other noises. You’re destined to go insane.

You jump unexpectedly with the sound of a crash from upstairs. The noise comes from the general direction of Caledon’s room and you all but groan at what the sound indicates -  what your being here demands. 

Putting the roast of low, you close the lid with a soft click before ascending up the stairs to Caledon’s room. You stand outside the door, hand on your heart, as you try to calm your rapid heartbeat and breathing. This was to come about sooner rather than later, so you should be glad it’s happening now. However, the banging continues within the room and you know that even if you had met him in a few months, the hell that follows him would never be escaped for as long as your father’s debt remains.

Knocking on the hard wooden door, you speak softly, “Lord Hockley? Is everything alright?”

You’re not given an answer, only the sound of something heavy being thrown and falling to the floor.

“Lord Hockey?” you call out again, louder this time. Unsurprised, you are followed by no answer once more. Annoyance creeps into your words a third and final time, “Lord Hockley, I will come in there myself if you do not open this door. Now,” you demand.

Shrugging when no voice calls to you form the other side of the door, your hand twists the doorknob and pushes the door open. You legs carry you only so far before they stutter to a stop just past the door frame. 

Just before you, there is a disheveled, sweaty Caledon Hockley, fit from youth and some maturity in his thirties, shirtless. His eyes look crazed, like a madman, as his hands grip a chair at his desk with white knuckles. Around the room, there’s shelves torn down, broken, books in a disarray on the floor. His bedsheets are thrown about with the other chair from his desk propped against the wall in his fury.

You stare wide-eyed, but somehow, not alarmed in the slightest. You were accustomed to this sort of outburst, especially within the hard working men. You saw it in your father - even in your younger brother. “Lord Hockley,” your voice is softer again, all annoyance and anger lost at the door. 

His eyes snap up to you, as if he had just noticed your arrival or presence. “What are you doing in here? You are not to barge in a man’s room, that is uncouth for a woman of your age and status. What is wrong with you?”

“Lord Hockley-” you try to start your confession.

“A woman is not to speak up to a man; are you ferel? Are you-?”

You don’t allow him to finish his slandering, “-I am mentally efficient, Lord Hockley, and very aware of my positioning here. However, I did knock, three times to be exact, with no answer. There had been a ruckus in here for about-” you peer up at the clock above his desk, “-an hour and a half now. I came to be of assistance, but if my help is unwanted, I’d happily leave you to your self-pity on your own?”

He has no other emotion present except bewilderment plastered to his face; eyes wide, mouth agape, and at a struggle for words. His fists clench and unclench as his eyes pan down to stare at the floor, appearing deep in thought.

“Lord Hockley, if I may be so bold?” you ask, scanning his body language and searching to find the meaning of this man’s crazed outburst.

“Go ahead,” he mutters, a hand going up to rub some hair from his eyes, still staring at the floor. 

“You may confide in me if that means helping your mental health?” you offer. You know this could go one of two ways: either one, he’ll turn you away, suffer alone, and claim that men have no such weaknesses, or two, he’ll let his guard drop and release him from these dark episodes he’s no stranger to. The latter seems rather unlikely.

“I am not mental.”

“I did not say that. I was simply insisting that everyone has a dark place their mind goes to, which is a detriment to a person’s mental health. Let alone someone who is expected to heal quickly and pick up the family business, am I correct?”

Just as you thought you were getting somewhere, Cal’s eyes snap back up to yours with anger, the malicious anger tearing at his body again, “You know nothing of my family’s business and nothing of me. You have no audacity as to even assume or place yourself in my shoes. I should have you thrown out or hanged for your mouth alone. Get out!”

“Just trying to be of service, sir, since I’m at your will!” you smile sickeningly, bowing to him and sliding through the door just as a book is picked up and thrown.

You let out a deep breath of air on the other side of his door, now in the safety of the hallway. Your throat tightens with a soft sob, tears welling in your eyes. You truly feel as a prisoner on death row, hands and ankles encased in heavy metal cuffs; struggling to walk under the watchful gazes and heavy chains slowing you down, keeping you locked in this manor. 

You weren’t the perpetrator, you know this, but you were framed to support the guilty with your own naivety and love.

You drag yourself back down to the kitchen to finish the man’s meal with dejection, but still devoted for the greater future - when you no longer have to be a maid in this manor and be free, lost in the world again.

“Lord Hockley?” you call once more at his door, only this time, you’re holding his tray of dinner. “I have your meal, are you decent?”

You hear a muffled ‘Yes’ and proceed through the door cautiously.

It seems he’s settled now, sitting at his desk with notes and papers scattering the floor and desk. He hadn’t cleaned the room, which you suspected you’d have to clean in the near future. However, you notice the bed is drenched in liquid, and when you look back at him, you notice sweat beading at his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glistening against his skin.

“Lord Hockley?” you call again, stepping closer towards him. He chooses not t answer you, so you press further. “You’re sweating.”

“I’m very well aware of what my body is doing.”

“Are you feeling ill? I can help you if-” you are cut off by his fist meeting the solid oak of the desk.

“I do not need any assistance from the likes of you, nor do I want it,” his voice is stern, scary.

You try not to lose your temper so easily this time, so you give him a kind, tight-lipped smile. “Of course, my lord, you are a man after all. A man is able to take care of himself just fine, though he installs many maids within his manor. Maids like me,” you giggle dryly, “What shall I do instead, since you are able to clean, cook, and much more without the help of the ‘likes of me’?”

Caledon only groans, “Just leave the food here, you are dismissed. I’ll leave my tray for you to clean in the morning.”

“Oh, how kind,” you roll your eyes, scurrying to the door.

“Oh, and Miss, maybe you could find a better countenance and leave your convictions in your pillow when you arise. Wouldn’t want to explain to my father - and yours - as to why you were no longer needed and let go.”

You can hear the sinister smirk in his voice, but you choose to ignore it - for now -  and head to bed briskly.

The next two weeks follow you in a similar form. You do as your told, albeit begrudgingly, and get into many of your childish arguments. Your interactions with the man are nasty and violent at times, always finding yourself dodging an object, taking threats, and coming in the next morning asking for more. 

More, more, more; you ask for more because there is nothing else to be given. You have to take everything as a grain of salt. You have to because this means your father’s life and yours. If you manage to screw up, and you will, they will not only have your father’s head, but yours for Caledon’s punctured ego.

Though, somewhere within those weeks, you started to care less and less.

“Lord Hockley?” you knock at his door, tray of food in hand. He once more gives you no answer, so you push in.

Greeted by no light in the room, you walk around in the darkness, knowing this room like the back of your palm now. Placing the tray of food on the oak countertop and go to strike a match, lighting the candle on the desk. Going around the room, you light each and every one of them until the room is dimly lit enough to see.

On the bed, you find Caledon, sweat having gotten worse as you’ve noticed he never leaves his room. When you step closer, he is shivering, teeth chattering. Worried, you go to place the back of your hand to his forehead, but quickly draw your hand back when he jerks upright.

“Lord Hockley!” you jump, the ghost of his skin still lingering on the pads of your fingers. “You’re burning up, I need to help assist you now. You’re very ill and the sickness has gone on long enough-”

“No!” his voice rips through you quiet pleas, rattling off the walls.

“But, Lord Hockley-”

“I said ‘No’! I do not want assistance, I am a grown man!”

“’You can take care of yourself’, yeah, yeah, bullshit!” you scream, the frustration, fear, and hurt finally meeting your words as you are blinded by your emotions.

“What did you say?” Caledon looks at you in disbelief.

You cringe as you can guess what is about to take place in mere minutes, but you don’t hold back anymore. “Is your bigotry deafening your hearing or did you hear me call bullshit?”

Shakily, Caledon gets off his bed, his frame towering yours as he glares down at you with pale skin and dark, chocolate brown eyes.

“Your father wouldn’t want you to be sick, knowing that you would have to run his business soon.”

“My father-” Caledon cuts himself off, a hand going to wipe his face. “This has nothing to do with the business.”

“No? Well then, why else would I have to pamper you like a king? Is it because you’re defective?”

Caledon’s pacing now, trying to calm his increasing ragged breathing.

“Or is it because your useless to him? Mentally unstable?” you continue, trying to get a rise out of him.

“You know nothing of his business nor my personal life!” Caledon snaps back to you, anger finally bursting.

As his anger ensues, he takes steps close to you each time, piercing his thick index finger into you chest for emphasis. “You are nothing, you are worthless. I am a wealthy businessman. I am a strong, independent man with power. People would miss me if I were gone!”

“If you’re such a big man, you wouldn’t lock yourself away in your room like a toddler.”

That’s what finally did him in. You pressed a personal button when your short quips finally hit a nerve, testing his masculinity. Before you have time to react, a glass vase is hurled at you. It was a short throw, and was nowhere near your face, however it caught you by surprise and smashed against your hip.

You ignore the pain, though all you wanted to do was bury yourself in a hole. You came here to help him, but all you are returning is anger and hurt that is most definitely placed at you. 

“You’re sick and it is my job to take care of you, so your father won’t have my ass because his baby boy isn’t okay. It’s my job to make sure you are very well satisfied. It is my job that you get your linens washed, food prepared, room cleaned, and make it my duty that your estate is fully functioning all on my own!” you jab a finger in his direction, placing more distance between your bodies until your back hits his door, his body on the other side of the room behind his desk.

He goes to say more, but you cut him off with more furious blows.

“Though, what isn’t my job is to allow you to threaten me. It isn’t my job to be belittled and yelled at by you. It isn’t my job to allow you to throw objects and whatever anger you have and hurl them at me! That is not my job, nor what I will allow any longer!”

“I never asked you to be here. I didn’t want you here. You forced yourself into my estate to protect your father. You knew what you were getting into just by the public papers alone. You knew what was to be expected and yet you came here anyway. You made a prisoner and a victim of yourself.” Caledon’s gaze does not falter and neither does yours.

“You’re correct, Lord Hockley, I may have known what I was getting myself into. What I didn’t know nor expect was the childish frustration and blatant disregard for human decency. I’ve tried over and over again to be kind, but against your better judgement, you couldn’t allow me to be the person to hold such compassion.” 

Your eyes are welling up with tears now as you feel a warm liquid flow down your palm and to the tips of your fingers.

“You do not understand what is bothering me and you never will,” Caledon finally starts to calm himself, the self-pity returning as he recounts lost memories you cannot decipher.

“No, but I have made it abundantly clear that I was here to help assist you. However, you saw it as being weak, so it wasn’t in your cards to even allow me the common courtesy of being a human being. You felt as if I was lying to you.”

“God, you are so annoying,” Caledon groans.

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“You know, when you’re silent, I almost like you -  wait, are you injured?”

“No!” you yell almost instantaneously. 

“Did I do that? Its dripping on the floor, what happened?”

“The glass,” you almost stutter, the atmosphere changing quickly. “The glass shatter and cut some of my hand, I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt.”

“And, you’re ill.”

Caledon sighs, his shoulders slumping. Motioning for you to exit the room, Caledon says nothing as you make a silent pact to clean up. 

You are suffering whiplash from the sudden change of emotion and it leaves you on edge, but with the cooling of his mood, it allows the adrenaline and some stiffness to leave you. Confusion overtakes your mind.

Guided into the kitchen, you start to take out numerous medications, searching for something to accommodate his symptoms. Caledon walks up to you quietly, almost afraid to get too close.

You do not say or look at each other, finally finding the right medicine and sliding it to him on the counter before sitting down on one of the bar stools. He sits beside you carefully, taking the medicine. 

Taking some gauze and wiping away the cuts with an alcohol wipe, you struggle to wrap your hand. That is, until a warmer, larger one goes to encompass it gently, waiting for an action of opposition to its intentions.

Caledon gaze burns the side of your head before you finally acknowledge him with fear. Softly, he starts, “…Just allow me to help?”

You nod softly as the tears form in your eyes again. Some time passes before you finally work up the nerve to ask, “Why do you do this?” 

Caledon looks up from you hand with confusion, which urges you on to elaborate, “Why does your mood change so swiftly, so suddenly?”

Sighing, Caledon gives you a firm look, as if he’s deciding whether to trust you or not -  to tell you. “The Titanic,” he starts, “When I survived, I lost almost all of who I was. When I returned home to my father, I was constantly burdened with memories. They would consume me, control me, until I felt like a madman. The only solution was anger. When the anger takes control, there is no longer that burning sadness, guilt, and regret; no hoping I’d done something differently. I couldn’t allow myself to do that because I was no longer that man anymore.”

“It’s scary,” you croak, peering into his eyes.

“It is, but what’s worse is the life I’ve lived after the episodes. My father found me defective, worthless. I will never be able to fully recover, which is bad for business. He locked me away in this estate to stay hidden from prying eyes, bedridden to remain unseen even in this secluded property. I insist on doing the simplest actions myself because it makes me feel as if I’m showing my father I am still capable, just changed.”

You nod slowly as you take in this new information, grateful. The man has finally opened up to you, he’s no longer a stranger in his own home as it seems.

Calmly, Caledon pats your hand, signalling that the wrapping is done. A hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair from your face, resting it on your cheek just afterwards. “I know I’ve hurt you, but please, try to understand me, I’m not asking for your forgiveness... I just wanted you to understand-”

“You don’t need to ask that, I already forgave you a long time ago,” you smile softly, placing one of your hands on his opposing cheek. “We will learn to adapt, just as you have many times before. We are no longer strangers, yeah?”

“Yes,” Caledon smiles with glossy eyes.

“We will work on this together. You are not alone anymore.”

Caledon looks at you with uncertainty.

“I am here, always. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Kissing his forehead softly, you other hand goes to be placed on his shoulder, “Repeat it.”

“I am not alone,” a tear slides down his cheek.

“Not as long as I’m alive,” you smirk, placing a kiss to each of his eyelids.

“Never again,” the both of you say together, lips finally meeting as if to seal the promise the both of you now shared deep in your hearts. 

“Never alone.”

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[gulnarsultan]

yandere caledon hockley

Caledon has an extremely possessive nature towards you. This means that he demands that you spend most of your time with him. He doesn't want you to spend time with others. He takes pleasure in torturing those who come between the two of you and his opponents. As long as you are his obedient lover / or wife, he will not be sadistic towards you. Caledon thinks you need him. The thought that you will never survive in this world without it is always in your mind. So he has a superiority complex. He will always have the idea that you are a needy being. He wants to have control over everything in your life. He demands that you tell him everything and leave it to him to make all the decisions. He easily impresses you and others with his charisma. He never ceases to pamper you. No one can stop him from providing you with everything you want. He is kind and sweet to you as long as you listen to him and stay loyal. He does not hesitate to punish you physically and mentally when necessary. His selfish character always causes him to act in accordance with his own wishes and for his own benefit. He always considers himself superior to everyone else because of his arrogance. He displays a condescending behavior towards people he doesn't like and his rivals.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

I really want to write a variation of that Titanic scene where Cal helps Jack to convince Rose into the lifeboat (the bit where Cal appears is my favourite!)- but he's helping Y/N's sweet betrothed to get her into a lifeboat. She doesn't wanna leave her sweet betrothed, because he's kind and gentle and truth be told they became good friends!, but Cal's the one who really convinces her. She shouldn't be in love with Cal, this is not a good man, but she does. And he's desperate to get her on the fucking lifeboat too because... truth be told, he wishes he got to be her betrothed (not this quiet idiot holding her hand all the time). She's so cute and perfect. So meek. He's take her over disobedient Rose any day of the week.

Of course I'd add some age difference in there, too.

And *cough* maybe they d o end up together, after they both survive and your betrothed gave up his seat in a lifeboat for a child and Cal thinks Rose perished.

#Caledon Hockley x Reader #Caledon Hockley

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Thomas Andrews x reader - Protective

Summary: Thomas has always been protective of his love. But one day Bruce Ismay and Caledon Hockley threaten her and Thomas doesn’t like that. (Reader is 18-21) (Bruce is 42 and Caledon is 32)

Warnings: small cursing, threats to reader, protective Thomas

(This was another request! Thank you so much for requesting this!!💙💙)

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I walked out of my state room, dressed in one of my favorite gowns. I was walking down to the lobby to meet Thomas so the two of us could go to dinner with our friends. I saw Thomas standing at the bottom of the stairs and walked to him, kissing him on the cheek as a greeting.

“You always look so beautiful my love.” Thomas whispered to me as I wrapped my hand around his bicep and he walked me to the dining room. We saw our friends slowly filling the table and joined them. Thomas pulled out my chair for me, gently pushing me in before sitting down beside me. I was now in between Thomas and Bruce Ismay. The other residents at the table were Margret brown, Ruth, rose, Caledon, and a few others and their wives.

The dinner went as usual, polite conversation and drinking wine. Then dinner was over. Thomas and me walked out of the dining room and to the deck of the boat. We sat on a bench beside each other and looked out into the glistening water. I laid my head on Thomas’ shoulder and he kissed it.

“You are so talented Thomas. Building this ship and letting me come with you.” I praised him. He slide his arm around my waist and gently ran his fingers on my side, sending shivers through my body.

“Thank you love, I love you y/n.” He said with a smile.

“I love you too Thomas.” We we’re about to kiss when the captain of the ship interrupted us.

“I’m sorry to intrude but we need your assistance in the kitchen please Mr.Andrews.” The captain said. Thomas nodded and sadly got up. He kissed my head once more and bid goodbye to me. I frowned as I watched him walk away. I loved spending time with him. But of course as the building and owner of the ship, he had duties to attend to.

I kept looking out at the water, but then I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I turned around slightly and saw Caledon with Bruce.

“Hello y/n, you look like a diamond this evening.” Bruce said as him and Caledon moved to stand in front of me.

“Oh uh, thank you.” I said politely. The two men had always made me uncomfortable, ever since I met them.

“Care to come to my stateroom this evening? I’m sure Thomas wouldn’t mind.” Bruce said as he sat beside me and moved closer to my body. I moved away from him as far as I could and my breath started to quicken.

“No sir, I’m engaged to Thomas. I cannot go with you.” I told him. Bruce scowled and Caledon pulled out a small hand gun. I sucked in a breath and my eyes stayed glued to the gun that was pointed at me.

“Go with Bruce, or you’ll be shot. Give him what he wants.” Caledon said. I shook my head and tried to get up but Bruce caught my wrist and pulled me back down to him.

“Do not try and run. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” He sneered as he started to kiss my neck. I whimpered and tried to fight against the men. But it was no use. I was nothing compared to them in strength.

“That’s more like it.” Bruce said. He started to touch my thigh and move his hand higher. I tried to squirm but Caledon pressed the gun against my head. This was it. I was going to be taken advantage of or killed. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Hey let go of her!” I heard Thomas yell. I looked over and saw him quickly coming towards me and the two men. Bruce's eyes went wide then an idea popped into his head. Caledon was glancing at Bruce, trying to figure out their next move.

"Oh Mr. Andrews thank god you're here. You see Y/n was trying to kiss me and seduce me. I was trying to stop her but she wouldn't stop." Bruce said. I felt sick to my stomach. I hate this man.

"Very good try Mr. Ismay. I saw what happened. You were trying to kiss her. and I know my y/n she wouldn't betray me so. Now leave and go to your rooms before I call ship security. And never look in y/n's direction again." Thomas said. Bruce went pale and he nodded before he scurried away with Caledon behind him.

Thomas turned towards me and engulfed me in a tight hug. I relaxed against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. He rocked the two of us lightly and kissed my head before resting his cheek on my head.

"thank you Thomas. I didn't know what to do." I said.

"Y/n you don't need to thank me. I didn't mind, they shouldn't have done that and those two are cowards. All that's important is that you're safe and well. I still will call the officers and have them take care of the two but for now it's just you and me." Thomas told me.

"Thomas Caledon threatened me. They both did. They had a hand gun and they said that if I didn't give Mr. Ismay what he wanted that they would shoot me. Thomas I was so scared, I was certain I was going to be raped or die." I cried gently into Thomas' chest. Thomas pet my hair and cradled my body.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Let us go have a nice warm bath together then we can lay in bed. How does that sound?" He offered.

"I would like that."

"well then lets go, forget about them. They do not deserve to know your name. You are so precious and wonderful. You're my world y/n"

Thomas kissed me then took my hand and walked me to our state room. We had the bath then just laid in each others arms and fell asleep.

#x reader #the titanic #thomas andrews #fanfic #fanfiction #x y/n #fluff #reader insert #angst #y/n #thomas andrews titanic #thomas andrews x reader #Bruce ismay #caledon hockley

[mrs-murder-daddy]

A/N: It's finally here, and it's only part one! I'm so sorry everyone but I've been fucking miserable for the last few months. But I'm here, I promise!

Requests are also open for BoB and MotA!

The Heart of the Ocean (Part One)

Gale "Buck" Cleven x Reader

The stateroom is much smaller than you anticipated, though perhaps your expectations were too high. After all, this is just a boat with a lot of people on it.

It feels suffocating, though perhaps that’s a consequence of your circumstances more than your room. 

You stare at yourself in the vanity’s mirror. You look tired, but maybe you should cut yourself some slack. You’re getting married in a few weeks. Every bride looks this sallow before their wedding day.

There’s a knock on the door, gentle and polite. You haven’t even responded when it opens. Caledon Hockley, your fiance, walks in. If you had never spoken to the man, you’d say that smile on his face is genuine.

He brandishes a velvet jewellery box and presents it to you with all the showmanship of a salesman. You’re not sure why. You’re marrying the bastard, not buying a house from him.

Cal crowds up behind you, opening the box, expecting you to ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over it. He gives you some long speech about how the diamond used to belong to some long dead king. All you can do is stare. It’s so… big. It’s gaudy and awful. At least it matches your engagement ring.

He clasps the necklace, the chain feeling rather literal. He kisses your temple and grins at his most prized possession. You paste on a smile and thank him for his kindness. As he leaves, reminding you of the lunch you were already supposed to be at, you wrap a hand around the massive blue diamond. It’ll at least weigh me down, you joke.

Despite your mother’s hatred of her, Mrs Margaret “my-friends-call-me-Molly” Brown is the only person you can talk to that actually listens. You walk into the dining room for lunch, hands gently wrapped around one of Cal’s arms and the first thing you hear is, “that necklace is gorgeous darling!”

Your mother fawns over it and you almost tell her to just take it if she wants it so bad. 

Molly says, “Not as beautiful as the woman wearing it.”

Her beaming smile is not enough to distract you from your mother’s eye roll, but it is enough for you to respond with a genuine thanks. You can’t remember the last time you got a compliment.

Stuck at a table between a rock (Cal) and a hard place (your mother), you wait anxiously to eat. You would listen to the conversations around you, but it’s mostly your mother bragging about the family you’re marrying into, and the men discussing which type of cigar they’ll smoke next or other trivial nonsense.

When the waiter approaches, you perk up. but Cal takes over. “We'll both have the lamb, medium-rare with very little mint sauce.” He turns to you and pats your hand, “You like lamb, don't you sweet-pea?”

You stare at him silently, god his face was just so punchable. A pinch on your thigh reminds you that there’s an audience. “Of course, darling.”

Molly jumps in, noticing the distinct pinch of your mouth. “You gonna cut her meat for her, too, Cal?” The table bursts into laughter and even your fiance forces a tight smile.

The food is not quite to your taste, the bitterness of Cal’s mistreatment tainting your meal. But the conversation takes a turn for the better.

Molly posits, “So, how do ya reckon they got to the name Titanic?”

An older fellow married to a woman 3 years your junior speaks up, “Well the name obviously conveys size, thus it also conveys strength.”

You jump in, “Perhaps Dr Freud’s ideas about the male preoccupation with size will interest you, Mr Higginbotham.”

Your mother pinches your thigh again and you jolt. The conversation changes once more and even Molly’s boisterous laughter can’t calm your temper. You excuse yourself and race outside for some fresh air.

The ocean breeze cools you down somewhat. You bask in the sun’s rays, gripping the rail in front of you and leaning back just a little.

Your reverie is interrupted by a loud shout of “Miss!”

You look down to see two brunets wrestling playfully. Their blonde friend shakes his head before looking up at you. Your knees turn to butter. He’s quite possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. 

The two of you stare at each other for so long, his friends have stopped wrestling, instead looking between you two like a tennis match. The Greek statue below only stops the staring contest when a frown takes over.

Your own face falls when you realise why: Cal. Your fiance grips your arm and begins to berate you quietly while dragging you back inside.

But the beautiful blonde man is all you see. His smile as his friends begin to tease is enough to feed you for a lifetime.

Dinner is much the same, only your noose feels tighter than before. Your newfound wealth is still the only topic of conversation your mother cares about and your fiance is content to make every little decision for you.

Of all your companions, at least Molly Brown tries to reach out with some gentle questions about the wedding. Cal fields all of them, he and your mother having planned everything to the very flowers of your bouquet.

Your ears begin to ring. Your mother over one shoulder, your fiance over the other. A hand touches yours lightly. It’s gloved but still warm. Molly’s Southern accent cuts through the rest of the conversation.

“You okay darling?”

You nod and beam brightly. “Of course, just excited for the wedding.”

It’s clearly not enough for her. Then an icy glare from the people either side of you reminds her of your precarious position.

“Well who wouldn’t be? It all sounds so beautiful!”

You power through dinner, Cal ordered the beef for you both, though you would rather have eaten dirt.

He kisses your gloved hand as the men retire to the smoking room. Molly rubs your shoulder gently as she bids you goodbye. 

Your mother hisses at you for acting up. You simply smile apologetically and ask to get some fresh air. She waves you off with an angry “I’ll see you later.”

Thankfully, no one else is on deck as you sprint across the wood. Your chest is heaving with panicked breaths and barely concealed sobs. The theatrics catch the attention of a man laying on a bench staring up at the stars.

You crash into the rail at the stern of the ship and hastily climb over. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as the wind brushes past your face, cooling the tears on your cheeks.

The skin over your knuckles stretches as you cling to the only tether you have left. The water looks cold but so inviting.

Then a voice. It’s quiet and gentle, but it nearly startles you into letting go. 

“Easy, easy, didn’t mean to scare you.” He approaches, palms up in surrender.

“Go away.” You’re beyond embarrassed to have someone witness your breakdown. Your consideration of the unthinkable.

“Well that I’m not gonna do.” He creeps closer like you’re a wounded animal. It’s perhaps a cliche, but you imagine that’s what you are. Hunted for your beauty and trapped in the snare of a loveless marriage.

“You should leave. If you know what’s good for you.” You wish your voice sounds stronger. The creaking of your throat doesn’t make you sound very intimidating.

He just sighs and sits down on the deck. He begins to… remove his shoes? You frown and look over your shoulder as much as you can.

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re going down there,” he nods to the water below you, “I’m coming after you. And these are a new pair. Can’t get ‘em all soggy.”

You begin to laugh, a little hysterically. “That water’s freezing. There’s no way you’ll jump after me.”

“That’s not the part I’m worried about.” He stands up and begins to remove his jacket. Your face grows serious once more. His shoulders are broad, he must be a steel worker or something. But his face is too pretty for that kind of work. “You know a fall from this height into water, it’s like hitting pavement. Then you add the freezing water and-“ he hissed through his teeth.

You take another look, it is a very long way down. How did you not notice that before? A few moments of contemplative silence pass and the broad shouldered man moves closer.

You look over your shoulder at him. “You ever feel alone? Like truly alone in the world.”

He frowns sympathetically, “Can’t say I have, ma’am.”

You smile sadly. “That’s good.” Your hands begin to loosen their grip. 

His voice now sounds like it’s right next to you, but you can’t bring yourself to look. “Maybe you should come back over this rail and tell me all about it. Maybe I can help you.”

A sad little smile appears on your face. “I wish you could.” 

Then warmth wraps around your wrist. The man’s hands are calloused but much softer than you expected. 

“You never know if you don’t try.” He’s practically begging, anxiously waiting for your response.

You turn your head to look at him, tears threatening to choke you. You realise just who this man is. “Okay.”

He wraps a gentle but firm arm around your waist and helps you pull yourself back over the rail. When you finally set your heeled feet on the deck, your body feels like it’s going to collapse. The man leads you to a bench and wraps his jacket tight around you.

“I’m Gale by the way, Gale Cleven.”

You introduce yourself, still feeling rather defeated.

“Now tell me about what happened just now.” The words imply an interrogation, but looking into those baby blues you see… concern. What is with the people on this boat?

You’ll know them for only about a week and yet they’re the only ones in your life who seem to actually care for you.

“I know what you must be thinking.” You sigh, “Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?”

Gale leans his head forward to make eye contact, “Not at all. What I’m thinking is what could have happened to this girl to make her think she has no way out?”

You flash the giant ring on your finger, “I’m getting married next month.”

He jokes, “Wow! You would have gone straight to the bottom.” 

But you can’t laugh, you just stare at it. “All of Boston society will be there. 500 invitations.”

You finally look at his face, counting his freckles subconsciously, “Sometimes I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.”

He frowns and you’re hit with a sudden wave of shame. “Thank you for your help, Gale.” You take his jacket off hastily and drop it in his lap.

“Wait-” He tries to process the abrupt end to your conversation but you’re already halfway down the deck, surreptitiously wiping away tears.

The next morning, you beg your mother to let you have some space and fresh air. Really, you want to find the handsome blond from the night before. To apologise and to assure him that you will be just fine.

It’s not difficult to spot his incredibly handsome profile. He’s hunched over a sketchbook, head bobbing as he looks to his reference then back down. Trying to follow his eyeline, you see a sweet looking older man dancing with his little daughter. She stands on his feet as they sway to nothing in particular.

You approach carefully, worried you’d break the warm quiet, or disturb the family’s moment. You decide to just sit next to Gale. He tilts his head in acknowledgment but continues his work.

“I wanted to apologise for my behaviour last night,” you begin, “it was inappropriate for a woman of my station.”

He gives a little half-smile and looks up at you. His stare is like looking into the sun. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel. And I felt honoured you trusted me enough to share your pain.”

Your face warms, you’re not sure if it’s shame or those baby blues trained on yours. The girl and her dad are still dancing, but he’s picked her up. Her curls swish around as he twirls them and her giggles almost bring a tear to your eye. You can’t remember the last time your parents showed you any affection, let alone danced with you just to make you laugh. 

Gale clears his throat and holds his sketchbook out. His work is incredible. Not only is his technical work beautiful but he’s captured the loving glint in the father’s eyes and the little girl’s missing tooth. You can’t help your beaming smile.

“This is incredible work! You should be proud. Is this what you plan to do back in the States?” You brush a gentle finger over the drawing’s finer details.

He blushes and shakes his head, “I’m going back to my tiny hometown to see my family. Where I go from there, I don’t know.”

“You have a real talent here, Gale! You should explore this.” You hand the drawing back to him.

His plush lips part like he wants to respond, but you’re interrupted. The sweet little girl taps your shoulder, her tiny hand covered in freckles. She introduces herself as Niamh, and asks if you’re some kind of fairy. You frown, confused, but hear Gale chuckle behind you.

“She absolutely is, Miss Niamh.” When you turn your head to look at him, he winks. You look back at Niamh and smile.

“He’s right, I am a fairy! And I have a gift for you, little one.” You pull out one of the many pins in your hair, a bejewelled butterfly on the end. You hold it out to her; she seems hesitant to take it.

Niamh looks back at her dad who nods in her direction. She takes the pin and gives it a little kiss, “I promise, I’ll take care of it.” She runs back to her dad, giggling.

“I gotta go soon,” Gale’s voice draws you back to your previous conversation. “It’s almost lunchtime, but I wanted to ask.” He closes his sketchbook and faces you head on. “You ever been to a party?”

You had assumed when Gale asked you about a party there would be drinking and music, but nothing to this level.

The small parlour is packed to the brim with warm bodies and free-flowing drinks. Gale is up on a makeshift stage dancing with a cat in one arm and Niamh on the other. You remember his two brunet friends from yesterday and search for their faces, hopefully one of them will remember you.

One is preparing to arm wrestle a big bald man while the other claps him on the shoulder for support. A pregnant woman stands behind them, arms folded and a big grin on her face. You make your way through everyone, feeling very overdressed. By the time you reach them, the arm wrestling match is done and everyone cheers for “Curt”. By the big smile on his face, you assume Curt is one of Gale’s friends.

You can’t quite find a way to interject yourself into the celebrations so you find yourself leaning against the wall awkwardly. Gale finally notices you and tries to wave, only he has no hands free. So he quickly gestures to his friends.

“Hey!” The taller brunet shouts, holding his arms out for a hug. You shake your head, not quite there in your acquaintanceship with him. Instead the pregnant woman wraps her arms around him instead. “You’re the dame who Buck can’t stop talking about.”

“Buck?” You look over his shoulder at Gale whose attention is divided between you and Niamh. “Oh Gale!” Your face heats up, “I hope he’s been kind.”

Curt butts in, “Darling you’ve got nothing to worry about, the man is already picking out a ring for ya.”

The tall brunet holds his hand out to shake yours, introducing himself as John, “But my friends call me Bucky.” He also introduces the woman under his arm as Angel. She gives you her real name but says she prefers the nickname.

Curt gives you an official introduction, and Gale peels himself away from Niamh and the cat long enough to come join you all.

“I’m glad to see you here, sweetheart.” Gale smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You lose yourself in his eyes again.

“Glad to be here.” Your voice is breathy, but for once you’re saying what you truly mean.

The night is long and restless, you drink and you dance and you laugh and you dream. This is the life you’d sorely missed, friends, fun, and blossoming love.

The night winds down, Curt has passed out on a bench near the makeshift stage. There’s only one fiddle player left, the rest of his musician family gone to bed. Niamh is asleep in her dad’s arms while her mother dances around them.

Bucky and Angel dance together, looking more in love than anyone you’ve ever seen. He whispers sweet nothings in a low tone just to see her blush. Gale clears his throat next to you and you snap your eyes towards him. He holds his large hand out, inviting you to dance. As you join him, slow dancing next to your new friends, you wonder. Maybe you can learn to love Gale like Angel loves her Bucky.

It’s late when you return to your room. A familiar face greets you. Cal sits on his reading chair with a whiskey in one hand and your massive blue diamond necklace in the other.

“Where were you?” He doesn’t look at you, only the necklace.

“Out.”

“And what, precisely, does that mean?”

“I… was with friends.” 

“Is that why you smell like a brewery?”

You roll your eyes, but choose just the wrong time to do as his eyes shift to you.

His voice is dark and angry, and your palms begin to sweat. “You are my fiance, and you are to be my wife. You will wear this gift at all times and you will not leave my side without my express permission. In fact, I’ve come to an agreement with your mother.” He stands, looming over you. “You will stay in this room and share this bed with me.”

Your eyes widen, “That would be inappropriate, we’re unmarried.”

“You are still mine.” He clasps the necklace around your throat once more.

#masters of the air x reader #gale cleven x reader #buck cleven x reader #mota x reader #masters of the air fic

[prismatica-the-strange]

Prisma's F/O list

I've gotten to the point where I'm not really comfortable sharing my romantics, especially my Soulmates and First Primes!

BUT I'm comfortable talking and gushing about them with you in an x reader sense, just not really acknowledging your specific ships in asks/conversation. That being said, if something makes me uncomfortable/if I see duplicates I can always blacklist 💜

Jim is the only exception to this rule as he is a platonic!soulmate.

Not all my soulmates have gifs (I ran out of gif space)

Format: Fictional other - Fandom - Relationship - Self Insert - Self ship tag (♤ = F/o is available for asks, ♡ = fictional childern listed at bottom)

First Prime

Hector Escaton - Westworld - Soulmate - Adeline Rooney - Absolute Corruption

Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars - Soulmate - Freida Baltwin - Death By Anyone's Hand But His Would Never Be As Sweet

Aleksander Morozova - Shadow and Bone - Husband - Krynn, Daughter of Falros - I'll Forgive Your Sins

Wolf - The 10th Kingdom - True Love - Kitra Kane - Kit'n Wolf

Soulmates

Jo March - Little Women (mostly the 1933 ver. but any of the main four work) - Significant Other - Matilda - Art and Life in it's Many Forms

Diaval - Maleficent - Sweethearts - Christiana Vross - Raven of My Heart

Donovan Shrike - Once Upon a Time (OC) - Husband - Lyra Shrike-Kincaid - That's What True Love Is

Peter Parker - The Amazing Spider-man - Bestfriend/Boyfriend - Estella Lovette - The Amazing Stella Lovette

King Caspian X - The Chronicles of Narnia - Betrothed - Beretta Maltaire - Black Sheep

Blaine Debeers - iZombie - Fiance- Coriander Moes - Bite Me

Niccolo Paganini - The Devil's Violinist - Husband (?) - Marion Raines - Heart Strings

Prince Eric - The Little Mermaid (2023) - Best Friend/True Love - Princess Mairead - Stronger than the Undertow

Prince Nuada - Hellboy 2 - Soulmate - Richter Friedrick - Shadow Stalker

Derek Hale - Teen Wolf - Husband - Bradlynn Stilinksi - Derek and Bradey ♤♡

Jim Hawkins - Treasure Planet - Platonic!Soulmate - Sterling McCreed - No Matter the Squals (Subject to change)

Laxus Dreyar - Fairy Tail - Significant Other - Ceruli Quint - Laxus and Ceruli

Cleon XIII - Foundation (Apple Tv+) - Soulmates - Kronos - Kronos Rising ♡

Hanzo Urushihara (Lucifer) - The Devil is a Part-Timer! - Soulmates - Meridian Moss - The General's Familiar

Bernard the Elf - The Santa Clause - Soulmate - Charity Sinclaire - Snowfall Sweethearts ☕❄♡

Caledon Hockley - Titanic - Significant Other - Miranda Sweet - Sunken Hearts

Felix - Once Upon a Time (mainly season 4+) - Soulmate/boyfriend - Evangeline Lorde - Ugly Duckling ♤

Ardeth Bay - The Mummy - Husband - Séamus McGannon - Curse Bound

Dr. Daniel Jackson - Stargate SG-1 - Soulmate - Alberta "Bunny" Dread - Daniel and Dread ♤♡

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things - Bestfriend/Husband - Mika Carlisle - Forged in Hellfire ♤♡

Allanon - Shannara Chronicles - Boyfriend/Soulmate - Regina Jones - Soul Stasis ♡

Familial

Stephen Strange - Marvel - Biological Father (familial soulmate) - Celeste Strange - Celestial Mischief ♤

Hannibal Chau - Pacific Rim - Biological Father - Lucinda Chau - Sin and Jeagers

Noah Stilinksi - Teen Wolf - Biological Father - Bradlynn Stilinksi - Derek and Bradey

Lord Milori - Disney Fairies/Descendants - Biological Father - Faera Milori - Faera: the Talentless fairy

Mieczyslaw Stilinksi - Teen Wolf - Biological Brother - Bradlynn Stilinksi - Derek and Bradey

Reul Ghorm (Blue Fairy) - Once Upon a Time - Adoptive Mother - Evangeline "Evan" Cameron - Ugly Duckling

Dustin Henderson - Stranger Things - Biological little brother - Jesse Henderson - The Badass Babysitters Club

Five Hargreaves - TUA - Biological Twin - Margalo Hargreaves - I'll Follow Your Voice ♤

Lewis, Oscar, Margot, and Rowan Rooney - OCs (Westworld) - Adeline Rooney - The Rooney Bunch

Henry Mills - Once Upon a Time - Found Family/Little Brother - Evangeline "Evan" Cameron - Ugly Duckling

The Umbrella Academy - TUA - Found Family - Margalo Hargreaves - I'll Follow Your Voice ♤(Klaus)

Erwin Sikowitz - Victorious - Crazy Uncle (found family) - Carter Mavis - You Broke Character!

Hades - Descendants College!AU - Father - Zyla - How Can I Not Love You?

Hellboy - Hellboy - Found family/Parental - Richter Friedrick - Shadow Stalker

Rick O'Connell - The Mummy - Found Family/Brother - Séamus McGannon - Curse Bound

The Statesman and Kingsman - Kingsman - Found Family - Cobalt Kline - Agent Vermouth

The Guardians of Childhood - Rise of the Guardians - Found Family - Luck - Lady Luck

The Muppets - The Muppets - Found Family - Dottie - ☆Together Again☆

Romantic

Scary Godmother - Scary Godmother Halloween Spooktacular - Girlfriend - Moanna - Scary isn't it?

Anastasia Tremaine - Cinderella - Sweetheart - Sirina - If the Shoe Fits

Prince Charming - DreamWorks/Shrek - True Love - Styxx - Pixie Styxx

Bucky Barnes - MCU (Prisma's version) - Boyfriend - Celeste Strange - Celestial Mischief

Prince Edward - Enchanted - True Love - Cassandra Finn - Just Find Who You Love ♡ (that heart is just for the tag)

Jane - Descendants/Disney Fairies - Soulmates - Faera Milori - Faera: The Talentless Fairy

Cassandra Cillian - The Librarians (Teen Wolf Crossover) - Girlfriend - Bradlynn Stilinksi - The Gift of You

Graverobber - Repo! The Genetic Opera x Pacific Rim - Significant other - Lucinda Chau - Grave Sins

Bellamy Blake - The 100 - Boyfriend - Flora Fawn - Between Earth and Sky

Elsa - Frozen/Once Upon a Time - Wife - Marigold Erikson - Miss Marigold ♡

Harry Hook - Descendants College!AU - Boyfriend - Zyla - Zyla Daughter of Hades

Charlotte La Bouff - Princess and the Frog - Significant Other - Ruth Callahan - Thief After My Own Heart

Beck Oliver - Victorious (college era) - Boyfriend - Carter Mavis - Finally Falling Falling

Jacob Custos - The Quarry - Best/Boyfriend - Laina Grimsby - What Doesn't Kill You

Shank - Wreck-It Ralph - Girlfriend - Razor - Bleeding Hearts

Crush+

Bumblebee - Transformers (Bay/Knightverse) - Sweethearts - Casey Creed - American Honey 🐝💛

Diaval - Maleficent - Sweethearts - TBA - Doth Say the Raven

Eddie Moreover (OC) - Sofia the First - Sweetheart - Princess Laurana of Enchancia - Demons of Lore

Dutchess Matilda - Sofia the First - Wife - Priscilla the Witch - The Dutchess and the Not-So-Wicked-Witch

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things 2+ - Boyfriend - Jesse Henderson - The Badass Babysitters Club (This one is more of a background ship/oc for Forged in Hellfire story clarity and for the sake of the familial stuff with Dustin)

Bruno Madrigal - Encanto - Sweethearts - Violetta Dubois - Circus Freaks

Crush

Sam Winchester - Supernatural - Significant Other - Kitra Krane - The Inn

Cedric the Sorcerer - Sofia the First - Sweathearts - Duchess Cordania of Enchancia - For the Love of Cedric

Eleven (11th Doctor) - Doctor Who - Boyfriend - Canary Fern - Space Canary

Matt Murdock - DareDevil - Boyfriend - Lillian "Lily" Oliver - Flowers for the Devil

Secret F/Os

🤫🏡

🤫☕

🤫🃏

Thanks for the Music Red

The artist and the editor

Queerplatonic

Willy Wonka - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Unclear (slightly romantic) - Dr. Cecilia "Curli" Hobbes - Chocolate Curlicue

S.P.A.N.N.E.R. - Pacific Rim - Best Friends/Drift Compatible - Lucinda Chau - Sin and Jaegers ♤

Platonic

Teal'c - Stargate SG-1 - Best Friend/teammate - Alberta Dread - Teal'c and Dread

Adam Warlock - Marvel/GotG - Best Friend? - Celeste Strange - Celestial Mischief

Evie O'Connell - The Mummy - Besties (basically sister-in-law) - Séamus McGannon - Curse Bound

Jack Frost - The Santa Clause - Old Friends - Charity Sinclaire - Ice Knowing You

Amy and Rory Williams - Doctor Who - Best Friends - Canary Fern - Space Canary

My kiddos

Vivian, Quincy, & Tobias Munson - Stranger Things - Forged in Hellfire - Snug Bug and Company ♤(Viv only, currently like 4 in my head)

Nicholas and Edith-Marie Jackson - Stargate SG-1 - Daniel and Dread -Eddie and Nick

Skyler - Westworld - Absolute Corruption (Maybe?)

Rowan Rooney - Westworld - My Sapling

Margaret & Eli Hale - Teen Wolf - Derek and Bradey ♤

Evelyn Hockley - Titanic - Sunken Hearts

Gwendolyn - Frozen - Miss Marigold

Michael and Amelia - iZombie - Bite Me Jr.

Luna and Phoebe Jones - The Shannara Chronicles - Soul Stasis - Children of the Apocalypse

Walker - Foundation - Kronos Rising

Holly & Mae - The Santa Clause -Snowfall Sweethearts ☕❄

#self shipping #masterlist stuff #prisma self ships #self ship community #self ship list #f/o list #Prisma's F/O List

[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.8

Word Count: 2,695

Status: Suggested!

@: @outrosins & numerous lovely Nonnies!

A/N: It;s been like a year of multiple ideas and ways to continue this book, but I’ve finally got the ending in mind. These last chapters are gonna HURT!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: All dreams come to an end soon enough; and that meant the end of the small vacation on the Titanic. Bonds are formed, broken, and pulled as the last, fond memories of the Titanic come to a close - before its name is encompassed by a dark pit in your heart. 

Warnings: mature language, switches between past and present day Y/N, some angst, fluff, this is April 13th in April 14th, 1912 when the Titanic sinks in the early hours of the morning, dreams of the future, some nostalgia from older Y/N, uncertain future in the end

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.9   Pt.10 [epilogue]

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary

{gif is not mine, credits go to @ofdyingdragons​}

Y/N had made her bed that morning, something she didn’t do regularly or without being instructed by her mother. She cleaned her room up and left no traces of dirt behind, skipping breakfast altogether to bask in a long bath. Molly had told the women that she was feeling seasick, allowing her daughter the freedom society only allows rarely.

By lunch, Y/N was draped along a lawn chair on the side deck, reading a novel with a glass of tea. After some choice wording, her mother tore away from the wealthy folk too, and snuck away with her daughter for bonding time. She found her on the deck and played games, describing the shapes of the clouds and just embracing random conversations. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to Y/N every time they did something like this; to just bask in her companionship and bond with her mother.

And, by night, Y/N sat at the table with the rest of the people once more, claiming she’d felt better with a smile and sly glance at her partners in crime: Caledon Hockley and Molly Brown. It was the same banter, the same gossip. It felt like nothing was out of place and no one had seemed to truly admire the normalcy. 

To Be Continued...

Chapter 8: All Good Things Come To A Bittersweet End

<3rd Person Perspective>

With a glass of wine in her hand, Y/N continues to rock in her chair, eyes blurred as she recounts the memories of decades past. Her eyes are trained on her hand, still holding the sharpened pencil above the drawing in her lap; another one to add to all of her special drawings in the folder on the coffee table beside her. The picture, looking back at her, simply just brings more pain. She can still remember the people she’d met, the roles that were so miniscule then, but mean so much to her now. She can still recall the content happiness, humbled hopes and dreams of the young girl she was. 

That final day was spent dilly dallying and daydreaming, and for once, she recounts feeling whole -  a total and complete fulfillment of what she had on her checklist. She’d found her man of her dreams, saw life for what it was, spent time into education, and was excited for her new adventure in America.

Swirling the alcohol in her glass, she takes a sip. She’d hoped that feeling would’ve lasted. Even now, she fears that feeling would never amount to feel completely and utterly the same again.

///

April 13, 1912

The next day had followed in a blur of events. The poor danced, the rich drank, and everyone talked. As for Y/N, she was found by the stern, cigarette in hand as she watches each individual plume of smoke touch the cold, night air, and disappear. She smirks as she dreams of the future ahead of her and it looks beautiful through her pink shades: a few babies running around buck naked, Cal smiling as he chases them with her placing a hand on her stomach, another to come. They’d be happy with a family of their own, comfortable in their suitable wealth with no other care other than their little bubble they would create.

“There you are,” Cal says softly, his hands going around to encase her waist, head plopping atop her head. “What are you up to?”

“Mischief, of course,” Y/N giggles, one hand going to lay atop his as she finishes off her cigarette. “I was dreaming of our future,” she smiles.

“Ah,” he smirks, “And how does it look?”

Y/N tries to sum up all her feelings into one, beautiful word, choosing them properly, “Gilded and achieved.”

Cal places a kiss on her head, not completely understanding of the choice of words, poking her side to prod her on.

“I would achieve and earn everything I wanted. We would be one, I would be loved and cared for, have a family and live up to my greatest desires. Everything I dreamed I would have as a child would finally finish off the lifelong puzzle I’ve been trying to complete - all I would need would be that final piece.”

“And, what is that final piece?” Cal asks, a look of fear crossing his features as he fears he would not have everything she needed.

“You,” Y/N smiles, turning around in his grasp to wrap her arms around his neck, hands toying with the hairs of his nape. “If I don’t have you, I wouldn’t have that future, would I? At least, not the ending I would hope to obtain without you.”

“I’m right here,” Cal pecks her forehead, “I don’t intend on going anywhere.”

“That’s g-” Y/N is cut off by the sound of boisterous laughter, soon cut off by the company of the pair. 

Jack Dawson and Rose Dewitt Bukater stand before Cal and Y/N, hand in hand with surprise and fear in their eyes. Rose is the first to break the silence, “Cal,” she states, standing defiantly and straight, making sure her hands in Jack’s are known.

“Rose,” Cal says indifferently.

Y/N’s gaze sets upon Cal’s features. He’s fighting an internal war. He knows that he believes Y/N is his forever, but with the sight of Rose, the woman he had been trying to make his wife and future for months, he cannot resist the urge to still fight for her.

“After all this time that I’ve tried to give you everything, to appease your mother and make you both all the more comfortable, you choose him?” Cal asks, a sickness to his tone that causes Y/N to relinquish her grasp on his hand.

She feared this would happen; she feared that she would spend all this time getting to know and love this man for nothing.

“Cal, this does not concern you,” Rose states calmly, trying not to provoke the threatening man.

“This has everything to do with me! What would your mother say? What about your misfortunes, hm? You’d rather be this rat’s whore?”

“I’d rather be his whore than your wife!” Rose yells in defiant freedom. 

Y/N is unable to stand another moment. She’s simply watching the man throw everything away just so he can obtain someone he never had. He simply cannot let the past be the past, and this ruins her. 

With a soft sniff, Y/N tears away from the group, running away from the area to be alone. She starts off on the starboard just as a hand grabs her wrist. “Y/N,” Jack almost questions her, “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“How could I be alright?” she almost screams at the young man. “I can’t stand there and watch my heart break for the third time! I can’t keep watching him choose her over and over and over again...There’s simply no space for me here.”

“Y/N, this will all work itself out, I’m sure of it. You can’t let a good thing go. They’ll...They’ll learn that they’re not meant for each other. You just have to keep pushing.”

Y/N sniffles as her arms wrap around herself. “They’ve already gotten into this type of issue before, and for all I know, this may be a young girl’s fling. I’ve only known the man for a short time. This could all just be nothing at all,” Y/N concludes, trying to mature herself for the first time in her young adulthood.

Jack groans, “Do you love him?”

“I don’t even know if it’s-”

“The feelings you have right now, in this moment, is it love, Y/N?”

“I-I think so. What does this even-”

“These feelings are strong, yes? And, it’s so strong that you’re willing to die for him, go poor with him, help him when he’s ill?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all that matters, Sugar,” Jack smiles, “That’s love and you better not waste it, even if it seems helpless. Everything can be fixed.”

“God, you sound like my mother. You need to stop keeping her company,” Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, turning back to Cal and Rose, “But, what about them?”

“Oh, he’ll realize he’s an ass and eventually get over his issues.”

“And, Rose?” Y/N giggles.

“She’ll be mine and waltzing off the ship with me.”

“You seem so certain for such a man of...”

“Oh, no, don’t stop there,” Jack giggles, “Continue off of ‘poor misfortunes.’”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Y/N giggles, shoving his shoulder. 

“I know, and I’ll make it all up to her. Just promise we’ll meet again sometime.”

“As long as you’re still in the country, Jack Dawson.”

“Can’t make any promises. It ruins the fun.”

“Then, you’re just a hypocrite then?”

“Sounds about right,” he giggles, jogging away with a wave as Rose tears away from Cal and back around the other direction of the ship’s stern.

Y/N awaits Him with annoyed devotion, arms crossed as Cal catches her eyes. “You have your fun yet?” she asks with annoyance.

Cal simply says nothing, head bowed with stress and uneven thoughts. He starts to walk over to Y/N once more, but he fears if he gets too close, he’d be even more confused than before.

“I know it’s not love we share, Rose and I, but there’s an obligation somewhere in the wind,” Cal starts, eyes still focused on the ship’s starboard planks. “We were - I chased after her for a long time, Y/N. I went through her father, but then he passed away, so I tried to proceed on my own, but she seemed uninterested. I would’ve left her alone, Y/N, I would have, but then her mother came to me. She said everything would be fixed and she’d convince the stubborn girl.”

“So, you do love her,” Y/N tries to remain nonchalant, hands on her hips as if she’s figuring this mystery out with him. She’s trying, she really is, but she can;t help the feeling she would be discarded; that all she had just said to him and the many days prior were just something Cal needed to heal himself and move on. Y/N couldn’t - wouldn’t - be this girl for him: a rebound.

“That’s where I’m lost!” Cal chuckles stressfully, hand going to comb his hair back before he plays with the rings on his fingers. “I was so caught up in the chase, influenced by others, that I lost that spark I thought I had for her. It’s pitiful, really, but all the same painful for both ends. I didn’t mean to bring her through all of this, but I thought it was love that we shared. I just wanted to be that man for her because everyone thought I was. I don’t think I love her anymore Y/N, but I do feel there is a sense of protection and care that I still carry.”

Y/N looks at him impassively, “Well, do you love me?”

“I don’t think I know what love is, Y/N.”

“That’s not good enough, Cal. I know how I feel for you; I’ve told you a million times over, too. I’m willing to set my life down on you, but I can’t do that if you aren’t willing enough to do the same.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You don’t want to keep me either, it seems.”

“I-I do, Y/N, it’s just difficult,” Cal snaps his eyes to meet hers, hand reaching for hers with a pained look. “I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”

Y/N stares at his hand for a moment, debating on whether or not she’d be willing to follow this man with his heart in knots. She wants him, she knows this, but the question is if he wants her. She fears she might walk down this path with him and somewhere in the woods, he decides it was all a mistake.

“I think you should talk to Jack,” Y/N suggests with a small smile. “He’s very smart and a good ear. He gives very good advice, too, and it seems you need it.”

Cal tries to reach his hand out for her to grab once more, but she pulls even farther away. 

“I want you to think this over, Cal, please. I need you to think this over just as much as you do. I don’t want either of use to regret this in the end and I wish for you to be happy. I’m not leaving, not yet. Just - think everything over, and don’t put your heart on me just because you know I need you. I’ll be in my room with my mother when you’ve thought it through,” Y/N smiles warmly. “Besides, even if we don’t work out, we can always be companions and have a crazy story to tell. Maybe cut the infidelity part out.”

Slowly, Y/N avoids Cal’s hands as she leans into him. His arms wrap around her waist as she stands in the embrace. His head leans into the crook of her shoulder in a bone-crushing grasp. She would give anything to hug him back, but it would make him the more confused. 

Her hands come up to cup his face, her thumbs stroking the apple of his cheeks. She smiles with a sadness in her features, eyes slightly glossy. Slowly, she leans in to peck a soft kiss to his forehead, then both eyelids, and finally, his mouth with a featherlight touch.

Just as quickly as she had entered his space, she removes herself completely, the immediate chill returning to Cal’s body and heart. 

“I’ll be waiting,” Y/N smirks over her shoulder, keeping face in front of the man who had broken her and filled her up multiple times in their short while being on the RMS Titanic.

Once she is finally out of view does she let her facade fall, tears brimming her eyes quickly as she makes her way to the bow of the ship, needing some air. She wishes this wouldn’t be so hard, but she knows emotions tend to get in the way of things. What may seem to be such a simple answer would be ignorant to include all the attachments and effects a decision has.

Y/N knows, for her own selfish greed, that she would want Cal to be hers fully, but she also knows that that wouldn’t come about easily. Even if Cal were to pick her tonight, he would still have to learn a life without a woman he had grand intentions for; a man who felt so strongly for a woman and her protection just a few days ago - even if the woman never wanted him.

It’s a hard decision.

Y/N continues to think and mull over her options as she sits on a bench at the front decks, basking in the cold and enjoying the view of the stars. Drawn from her thoughts, in the far distance before her, there’s a huge, dark figure.

She jolts up quickly, fearfully watching as the figure grows closer by the second. It doesn’t take long until the true size of the figure, in its everlasting glory, makes itself apparent.

“Iceberg, straight ahead!” the men yell from their posts above her.

Quickly, Y/N runs back towards the starboard of the Titanic where she had last seen Cal, but she isn’t fast enough. The ships turns sharply to the left, the iceberg coming straight for the right side. Her side. Cal’s side. 

She’s forced to throw herself flush with the wall, the ice slamming onto the starboard as a hard, disastrous screech of metal is met with an unstabling shake. Falling on the deck’s wooden planks, she stares in horror as she feels the premature grief and paralyzing fear.

The Titanic has been hit. 

#caledon hockley #cal hockley #caledon hcokley x reader #cal hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal hockley imagine #billy zane #billy zane x reader #billy zane imagine #Titanic 1997 #titanic x reader #titanic imagine #xreader #The Things I've Never Done

[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.6

Word Count: 1,719

Status: Sugested!

@: @outrosins & numerous lovely anons!

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN TAKING FOREVER! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: Confusion is a pitiful thing. As is time. It’s highly overlooked yet highly valued under specific circumstances. A relationship depends on chemistry, love, understanding, and time. You hardly know the man you’d put your life on the line for, yet to you, time is just a figure of imagination just as long as the love doesn’t fade. That’s exactly what you plan on doing, too, never letting that fire die.

Warnings: language, questioned loyalty, name calling, accusations, neglect, loss, sadness, minor mentions of starvation, WE HAVE CAL LADIES AND GENTS!

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary

{gif is not mine, credits go to @}

Nodding her head weakly, Y/N prepares herself for the day ahead, the day she knew would be full of lingering gazes and quick checks over the shoulder. As the last knots were wound, last layer of crinoline was placed, her dress fell over her shoulders, fitting her form perfectly. It was a pretty dress, but Y/N’s attention on it quickly dulled as she looked at her face. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, but her eyes had shifted in a way, her emotion swirling within them to appear puppy-like.

“You’re going to be fine, Baby. If he doesn’t change, then let it be. Men are different at times, unable to see what they truly desire until it’s too late. It’s a woman’s job to move on,” Molly states once more, squeezing her daughter’s shoulder blade before leaving the room, allowing Y/N to collect herself as she takes a final look at her reflection.

“Still the Y/N I was, someone else entirely on the inside,” she smirks, recollecting her sense of being, “Fuck men.”

To Be Continued...

Chapter 6: Those Whose Hearts Are United Beat As One

<3rd Person Perspective>

With a somewhat new outlook on life, Y/N makes her way down the grand stair case once more, catching a glimpse of the man she dreads for. The men and women were gathered together, awaiting their seating as they planned to conjoin as a party. Just swell, Y/N grimaces.

Molly spots her instantly, as does Jack Dawson, smiling and waving her over. Cal watches the whole interaction quietly, watching her. She felt that exact gaze and longed to join it, but she feared her heart would break if she had. 

There was inner turmoil in her mind. She’d just met Cal the night before, spending the whole night with him. She barely knew him yet decided it would be right to give him the only thing that gave her “value” to the public’s eye. She fell so easily, so stupidly, for a man who was off limits. Engaged! ...But, she still wants him nonetheless. She hates it.

“Hey!” Jack glows as Y/N drags her way over in mock-delight, “How are you?” 

“I’m as good as it gets it seems...” Y/N looks at Cal, quickly turn back in enough time to dodge his eyes.

Jack sneers, but then playfully adds, whispering, “I saw you disappear with him yesterday. Hell, I was surprised that you managed to get him below deck with the ‘worthless scum!’”

Y/N lets a giggle escape at that, kindly remembering having to physically drag the man down the rickety stairs. “I know, right?” she questions, still laughing.

“Yeah, but on a more interesting topic, what did you actually do last night?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

She blushes at the mention, wondering if she’s that transparent. “I might’ve gotten a little lucky...” she muses with a coy smile.

“Ooohhh!” he teases.

“Jack, oh my, please stop. You’ll draw attention,” Y/N quickly yelps in embarrassment, some of the rich folk watching now.

“Whose attention?” he teases again.

“Oh, like you didn’t have a specific someone’s attention either?” Y/N fires back, smiling triumphantly at the red boy.

“Oh stop it you two, you sound like squabblin’ five year olds!” Molly scolds, smirking despite her firm order.

“Yeah Jack, quit it,” Y/N smiles.

“Whatever...” he clears his throat, embarrassed.

Upon a quick announcement, the party was called to attention, led in the direction of the table to seat them all. Almost growling, Y/N lifts her dress slightly at its length, walking pristinely as the rest of the women. 

The group gets seated and is delivered their fair share of exquisite brunch meals. Men brag, women gossip, everyone talks. It’s all the same, except for what Y/N knew no one could see or even understand if they could. Feeling eyes burning the side of her head, Y/N looks up from her untouched plate sadly, meeting the pair of chocolate browns she was trying to ignore. 

Cal stares at her openly, even as Rose had looked over in boredom and her mother in disgust. She looks back at him despite what was on the line if they were questioned. Cal smirks slightly at Y/N, which she returns in confused warmth, but his expression soon turns darker as the memories resurface. 

He turns away again, as if he was just shot in the chest when looking at the beautiful woman, an expression of hurt evident. Y/N could see it, the whole table did, but no one was either kind nor interested enough to ask the selfish man.

The same charade was played as the night had eased on; with plenty of drinks, conversation, parties, and meals that were placed between the late morning into the night. Dinner was a pity party and neither one of the two young adults spoke to one another. 

That was until a small, rolled up napkin was pegged onto another series of Y/N’s unwanted foods. A small note written in precise cursive.

Instantly, Y/N looks up in a swirl of emotion. Awaiting her approval, Cal leans against the enormous door frame desperately, smiling when he receives a weak nod. Pointing at the costly watch draped around his wrist, he lifts his hands to reveal the number 12. 12 am, Y/N smiles, relieved.

///

Hurrying in a swift pace, Y/N follows the exact path she took early the morning before, the path they took together. Almost running past the numerous doors, Y/N’s heart pounds in unease, eyes catching sight of the ballroom doors slightly ajar.

Stuttering to a stop just before her hand reaches the doorknob, she almost cries with the unresolved emotions scattering about in her body. She loves him, she fears what’ll happen to them, she’s nervous of how the public would view her and the relationship, she’s sad of how things were left, and most of all, she’s confused about where Cal’s feelings lie.

Taking in a deep breath, she pulls the rest of the door open, relieved to see Cal leaning against a large window. 

Clearing her throat, Y/N closes the door and locks it, turning back to Cal, “Good evening.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit,” Cal quips, clearly frustrated.

“I’m confused as to what shit you’re referring to: how you abandoned everything that happened last night to act as nothing happened or the false respect I have for you?” Y/N fires back, slightly offended by Cal’s cruel demeanor.

“I acted like nothing had changed? What about you? ‘I bid you ado, gentlemen...Yes. Good day?’” Cal’s voice broadens, bordering yelling. “You used me like the dam whore you are!”

Gasping, Y/N’s face quickly falls, threatening to break down. “Of course that’s what you would see me as. Although, it does make sense, doesn’t it Cal? Because it seems to me like that was exactly as you had planned to use me, right? Like your little whore that you could tool around with until this ship docks in America!”

“I would never,” Cal steps closer, “Ever,” another step, “Cheat on my fiance with a worthless common whore.”

That was all it took for Y/N’s tears to fall, laughing in utter confusion. “What the hell does that mean?! You cheated on her last night when you used me!”

“You used me!” Cal screams, his face right in front of hers.

Face hardening, Y/N looks at the man she loves in regret, calmly stating, “I distanced myself from you because it was exactly what you’d done to me as we reached the stairs. You threw me away like I was nothing but a pleasurer. You were the one that ran away from me the moment people came into view, and left a night I will never forget at the door... So,” Y/N tries to calm her breathing, “I’m sorry for protecting myself from more heartbreak than was needed if I’d try to work this out. It’s clearly not in your intentions to have me in your life.”

Cal looks away from Y/N, turning away from her completely. “I-” his voice cracks, tears of his own falling delicately down his defined cheeks, “I never used you Y/N. I-I...I was scared, I think,” he turns back to her, grabbing her hands. “I didn’t understand what had happened this morning, and I-. I assumed the worst. I don’t want to lose you, but I just don’t know how to keep you either. I want you, Y/N. Not Rose. Not another woman, you.” 

Y/N’s face, puffy and red, cracks a smile as a glimmer of hope shimmers, Cal smiling back as he continues, “When we get off this ship, I’m getting off with you. Do you understand?”

Crying just tad bit more, she smiles wholeheartedly, “Of course I understand, Cal. That’s why I’m here with you, you idiot,” she cries as she hugs him.

Reciprocating instantly, he buries her head in his chest in greed, the other arm grasping her waist tightly. His façade falls instantly, crumpling to the floor as he feels he’s finally found what he was looking for: a woman to have and to hold without the worry of money being the only link. The feeling was almost euphoric and too much for Cal, a series of tears streaming and pouring into Y/N’s hair.

She giggles, looking up at Cal. Readjusting their bodies on the floor, Y/N drapes her legs over Cal’s, wrapping them around his back in a criss-cross fashion. Then, with her body facing his, she grabs his face soothingly, wiping away his tears with care. Smiling, Y/N leans in to peck Cal’s lips, earning her a smile.

“I may leave this ship with you, but you have to swear no doubt in my loyalty. Do you understand, Cal?”

“Yes...” Cal responds in remorse, pecking Y/N’s lips for reassurance.

“Oh! And I want a pretty ring! You can’t have me running around America a free woman, now can you?” Y/N giggles, just imagining the endless possibilities as Cal leans his head into her collarbone. “No more yelling either.”

“I could work with that,” he responds, voice muffled, “That’ll do just fine.”

#caledon hockley #caledon hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal x reader #cal titanic #titanic cal #titanic x reader #titanic 1997 #titanic imagine #titanic #jack dawson #rose dewitt bukater #molly brown #the unsinkable molly brown #female reader insert

[80s4life]

What I’m Thankful For*

Word Count: 2,554

Status: Suggested!

Ask: Hello!! I read your recent part of your Cal story back when it first came out, when I went back to reread your story (becuase it's good) i forgot to let you how I thought about it. I loved it, I loved how Molly was (aka queen molly) I loved the way she comforted the reader, she reminds me alot of my mom tbh. Any way I cant wait for the next chapter!!! I also wanted to request a short fic about Cal and Reader having Thanksgiving dinner with their kids and maybe Reader makes the food???

@: @outrosins​

A/N: BESTIE! You are waaaay too kind to me! I absolutely loved this and I hope you enjoy it! We get a little steamy time with Cal, winter fun, and a loving Thanksgiving with our handsome man and kiddies! I hope you have an amazing Thanksgiving!

Side-Note: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Be safe, give and receive love, we all need it! I love every single one of you guys and want you to have an amazing time this year! Thank you for sticking with me through these dreadful few years! Stay strong and keep on keeping on!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Reader

Summary: Winter fun and endless surprises, nothing compares to family. From the tender turkey, smooth ashed potatoes, and delicious pumpkin pie, a yummy meal is all it takes to bring people together. Although there were some hardships and an altered Thanksgiving, you wouldn’t pass up the peaceful day with just your husband and kids. They’re only gonna be this small for so long!

Warnings: smut, soft smut*, Thanksgiving, fluff, some swearing, snow, winter activities, BABIESSSS!

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

{gif is not mine, credits go to @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere​}

Key:

Y/S/N-Y/D/N= Your Daughter’s/Son’s Name

{This gif was 100% intentional. I absolutely love this man’s dramatic ass I swear...}

With the blaring of your alarm, your up for the day. Placing your fuzzy socks on your your cold feet, you shiver at the unusually cold weather of the winter. Slipping on your robe as well, you stare lovingly at the naked man sprawled across the bed, his bare ass a delightful view to you as you smile mischievously. 

Grabbing the blanket that had been long forgotten, you place it around Cal’s cold skin, kissing his head as he shifts his weight. “Still sleeping,” you mutter, relieved.

Continuing with your morning routine, you brush your teeth, brush your hair, and wash the sleepiness of the night away. You smile down at the small device you picked out from its hiding place, not yet wrapped in secrecy yet. It was a pleasing reminder, no doubt a delightful surprise to your little family of four. But, the present was not yet ready to be revealed.

“Not anymore,” your beloved mutters, sitting up lazily in bed. “Come back here you,” Cal smiles.

Placing the item back inits hidden crevice, you close the bathroom drawer and bounce over to the bed. There, Cal wraps his arms around you greedily, pinning you back down to the bed. Leaving kisses all over your face, the blanket hiding his modesty falls neglected on the bed’s mattress. You giggle, trying to shove away the ticklish brushes of his soft skin.

He does not stop, laughing along with you as the kisses glide down; between the valleys of your breasts, down your ribs as the robe is untied, all the way to the navel, earning Cal a gasp. He senses your eagerness, feeling the bubbly pebbles of goosebumps while his mouth reaches even lower.

Warmth envelopes you quickly, Cal’s mouth attaching itself to the most intimate of parts. Switching between your sensitive bud to the moisture of your smooth lips, Cal gives your ass a squeeze, inserting a finger. Moaning, you grab his bedhead, lifting your legs to drape over the backs of his shoulders. 

Moving to add a second finger, Cal thrusts them in tandem with his licks, humming at the taste. The extra vibration adds to the sensation, tightening your body even harder around his fingers. He toys with you, stopping every now and then to gaze up at your heaving form. 

“Stop teasing me,” you whine, looking back down at his eyes.

Laughing, he goes back to his mission, adding a quicker pace. Moaning, the coil in your stomach tightens as your body does. Taking this as a sign, Cal attaches his mouth to your nub, sucking hard without remorse. Your orgasm cracks through you instantly, screaming out as you shake from the intensity. Cal rides you through it, still not satisfied even as you groan out in over stimulation. 

“Cal,” you mutter breathlessly, “If you want me, all you have to do is ask,” teasing him.

“I don’t need to ask for what’s mine,” he growls, lifting you from the center of the bed and up towards the pillows. Wrapping your legs around his waste, he gathers some of your wetness with his hand wrapped around his dick. Going to say something more, all thoughts quickly disperse when Cal charges in, going at an inhumane pace with no time to adjust. 

Moaning loudly again, you try to brace yourself against the headboard, your volume increasing. The bed collides with the wall again and again, the only noise in the room being the sound of skin, breathing, the wall, and moans.

 Without a chance to catch your breath, another orgasm sends you over the edge. Cal thrusts increase selfishly, the feeling of you tightening around him sending thrills of euphoria. His lust soon comes to an end, shooting his cum into your body, charging a third orgasm from your used body.

Flopping beside you, Cal pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. You prop your head up to look at him adoringly, “Morning sex is a nice treat. We should do it everyday.”

He grunts, looking down at your pleasantly fucked-out expression, “Maybe, but you’ll shoot me dry woman.”

You laugh at that, watching his eyes droop, exhausted once more. Taking advantage, you get back out of bed begrudgingly, snatching the present out of hiding once again.

Placing the present in your robe’s huge pocket, you quickly and quietly grab the wrapping paper, tape, and ribbon from your closet and make your way downstairs. Then, as you round the steps and are welcomed by the bright, highly open-pane windows, you are marveling again at the scenery. Crisp, white snowflakes fall delicately from the sky, gathering in a great buildup against the windows.

You smile nonetheless, excited to spend some time outside with your kids. Starting a brew of coffee, you reach into the cubbard for hot cocoa mix, marshmallows, sugar, and mugs, placing the items on the counter. Grabbing a big pot and its lid, you walk over to the refrigerator for milk, creamer, and chocolate bars.

Starting to heat up the grill above your stove, you pour some of the cocoa mix into the pot, as well as milk, then place the lid on top. Taking the pot to the grill, it starts to heat up while you go to make two cups of coffee. Cal was expected to get up very soon, if not now, you thought, he only needed a “power nap.” 

Adding logs to the fireplaces and setting them on fire, you go back to the kitchen counter. Pouring the creamer and sugar, you stand corrected as your sleepy beloved stumbles his way down the stairs.

Smiling at him, he looks up in time to give you a childish grin, hair a ruffled mess that you utterly idolize. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” he smiles, pulling you in for a swift kiss.

Giggling, you push him away, pointing to the glass windows excitedly, “It snowed!”

He laughs at your girlish antics, finding the interaction adorable. “We have to go enjoy that later on, huh?”

“Absolutely!” you demand, walking back into the kitchen to add the chocolate chips to the cocoa. “You want to wake up the kids or let them sleep in?”

“Let’s let them sleep in for a little bit, they have a whole day to enjoy once they get up.”

“Alright, guess that means I’m stuck with you for a few hours then...”

“Unfortunately,” Cal teases.

You groan playfully, then start to grab the food needed for the meal ahead, main focus placed on the turkey so it finishes on time. Cal, terrible at cooking, pulls a stool out from under the kitchen island, watching you work. He admires your talents, even if it is just cooking. He watches the way you tend to the kids, take care of everything in the house, help the children with every little issue, and even make time for him. You were just so beautiful and so marvelous to him.

Eventually, as the turkey was placed in the oven to slow cook, and some of the vegetables were taken care of, the babies get up close to noon, happy and bright eyed.

They were a fair mixture, your twins. Both Y/D/N and Y/S/N had Cal’s eyes, a piercing and demanding deep brown with a fierce stare. They also inherited his slight cleft chin, too. On the contrary, although the children did not share much of your features, they have your vibrant H/C hair and personality. Cal’s stubbornness, albeit a strong tool in the marketing world, was something that’s very aware in the kids, sadly.

Waddling, the two five-year-olds catch sight of the snow instantly and run over to Cal in anticipation. 

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! It’s snowing! Look, do you see it?” Y/D/N screams, begging to be lifted into Cal’s lap.

“Yes I see it Munchkin. Do you want to go playing in it?” Cal smiles dearly, wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

“YES!”

“Mommy, the snow’s EVERYWHERE!” Y/S/N yells from the windows, running back and forth from the kitchen and back. 

“I see it, Pudgy, I see it,” you answer him by his nickname, his chunky weight too cute to ignore.

“Alright! Get your butts upstairs and changed! You get go outside if you’re freezing!” Cal laughs, catching each of the twins in one arm, hefting them sideways on his waist and back up the stairs.

You heft a breathy laugh, checking the turkey and foods before joining everyone upstairs. You are instantly greeted by baby laughs and squeals, watching your babies pull on their snow suits. Continuing down the hall, you enter your room, greeted by your bigger baby doing the same. Soon, everyone is dressed, including yourself. Picking Y/D/N up, Cal picks up the other, opening the glass sliding door to step out into the biting cold. 

Breathing in the cool air, you smile as the kids tumble in the snow, trying to run in the foot-deep snow. As they continue out into the yard, you and Cal stand back to watch, casually taking Polaroids every so often to capture the moment. Laughing as Y/S/N falls over again, Y/D/N tackling him, Cal brings you in by the arm, wrapping it around your shoulder. 

“We did good,” he says, smiling with pride.

“Yes we did,” you kiss his jaw.

Later in the day, the sun prepares to set when you call everyone back in. “Go take some baths, I made them all nice and warm for you. They’ll keep you from freezing,” you smile, watching the twins run for their lives.

“Don’t come in Mommy, I can clean my hair myself!” Y/D/N orders, proclaiming independence. 

“Yes ma’am!” you laugh, checking up on the food while Cal sits back down at his chair he’d abandoned hours ago.

“You need some help?”

“All that’s left is setting the table, then we can eat,” you pull the turkey from the oven.

“I ca-” Cal quickly gets interrupted by squeals and pounding footfalls.

“-You can go get your kids,” you reassure, “I’ll get dinner.”

Smiling gratefully, Cal ascends up the stairs to collect the children, no doubt leaving a wet mess along the hardwood floors upstairs. Grabbing the table decor, you place a deep red table cloth over the solid wooden table top with a orange, yellow, and red leafed table runner down the middle. Eyeing the baggy of fake leaves, you go against your better judgement, cascading the autumn flowers all over the table. 

Casually moving some of the leaves out of the way, you place down the plates, specialty solid gold silverware (only used for special occasions), and matching napkins neatly in front of each members’ chair.

Stepping away to admire your masterpiece, you sigh relieved, going to add the numerous platters of Thanksgiving foods. You were slightly saddened by the inability of family members making it this year, but you couldn’t control the weather. It was a chance to spend alone time with the core of your family - the one you made yourself - and that was enough for you to stay happy.

Cal peacefully descends down the stairs once more, this time with the kids in tow. The chaos was postponed - for now - as their eyes collectively appreciate the finished product of another holiday completed.

“It looks amazing Momma,” Y/S/N says, astonished.

“Yeah, very nice Mommy,” Y/D/N adds.

They go to take their seats quickly, belly begging to be filled, and as Cal goes to walk past you, he nudges you, “You’ve truly outdone yourself, Gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you smirk, blushing.

Making your way over, you fill the babies’ cups with their hot cocoa, pouring pale champagne into yours and Cal’s, Cal settling for filling their plates. You do his plate as well as his before finally sitting.  **Right here, you could add that you said grace, but I didn’t add it for those who do not**

** “Amen,” your family conjoins-” ** Digging in, everyone voices their opinions, groans and slurping sounds surprising you. It was the first meal you’d done all by yourself, usually having other participants in the baking and cooking. 

As the last of the contents are stuffed into full bellies, you get up giddily, making your way over to the present you’d wrapped and hidden in the bookcase in the living room, across from the kitchen and dining area. 

“Hey guys, I have a something wrapped here for the whole family,” you state, making the small item noticeable as you walk back over to the table and take a seat. Cal, clearly confused, looks at you questioningly, not remember getting anything for the kids. You smile, handing it over to them, “Do you want to do the honors of opening it up?” 

“Yes!” they scream simultaneously, ripping the wrapping paper quickly and sloppily.

Being met with a nice casing, they look up at you, then Cal, then back down, opening the box and pulling out a small device. Instantly, Cal’s eyes light up, looking at you.

“No...” he says, caught off-guard. 

“What is it?” Y/D/N asks. 

“How about you ask your Daddy?” you smile coyly.

Y/S/N hands the gadget over to Cal, still confused.

Cal’s eyes start to water slightly as the information reaches his eyes clearer, looking you in the eyes lovingly as he explains the test lying in his huge hands. “Well, you see, when mommies aren’t feeling too good, they pee on this stick. You see it?” he shows the end of the test to the kids. “Well, when they pee on it, they have to wait a little bit. And, after the wait, either one or two lines will magically appear in this little area here,” he points, instructing your twins.

“But, Daddy, this test has two lines?” Y/S/N pipes up, “What does the two lines mean?”

“I-It well- It means your Mommy has a baby in her belly...It means you two are both going to be a big brother and sister to whoever it is in there,” Cal smiles, a tear falling down his eye as he looks at you again. You cry a little too, glad to have another little extension to your family.

Your kids are ecstatic. They start running around and screaming, then try to talk to the baby. It takes a little more explaining for them to understand that the baby doesn’t just pop its head out or start talking back to them from the inside. They weren’t necessarily happy about the new information or the long wait ahead until they could meet their sibling either, but they were still excited nonetheless. 

Hell, the whole family was! A new baby to cherish, to love, and to protect. Another kid to share your proof of a love still held strong with the man of your dreams. Another pain in the ass that would grow to become a respectable adult, sharing the quirks and traits of their parents. It was the best Thanksgiving in your life!

Happy Thanksgiving 2021!

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[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done Pt.5

Word Count: 1,885 (sorry it’s so short, it’s a transition chapter!)

Status: Requested!

Ask: I just read your titanic fic and omg please I need another part!!! I need them to be together!!! Cal should tell reader that he loves her or something and reader is like "we cant be together" but cal disagrees, something like that!!! 🥺 

{there was also an anonymous ask, you are not forgotten!}

A/N: I am so excited to finally come back to the story! I really had no clue how I was going to go forth with what I had planned in the events to come, but now, I feel I have the push for it, so expect more chapters!

Relationship: Caledon "Cal” Hockley x Female!Reader

Summary: It’s the night after, and you aren’t sure if you are proud or regretful of the events that took place last night. All you know is that you love him. You can’t have him. Yet why does it seem as if the person he’s supposed to belong to, has never actually had him to begin with?

Taglist: @intersellars-the-alien-of-human @snapessecretdiary {@outrosins for requesting!}

Warnings: the night after, language, secrets, forbidden love, mentions of smut, almost-smut in the beginning, self-empowering, BARELY ANY CAL IN THIS CHAPTER

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{not my gif, credits to @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere​}

“Thank you,” I mutter quietly, staring into the blazing flames of the fire.

“No, thank you,” he answers sweetly, squeezing my waist lightly, nuzzling his face in my hair.

What I wanted to tell him at that moment would’ve spewed so easily from my mouth then, but I knew it wasn’t exactly my place to say it to him. He still had his fiance, and we still had separate lives apart from the day we’ve had today. That didn’t mean I was going to lie about my feelings however, as you can’t help love, can you? Even if its with someone you could never have, or could you?

To be continued...

Chapter 5: All That’s Loved Is Not Yet Lost

<3rd Person Perspective>

Waking up to the sound of rustling and smell of a long died-out fire, Y/N sits up with a yawn. Taking her time in fully awakening, she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and looks around, finding Cal half-bare, his dress pants and shoes back on but lacking a top of any sort, and looking out a window. Wrapping a towel around her body, she tiptoes behind him, wrapping her arms around his waste from behind as she reaches the proper proximity.

With a hushed and breathy giggle, Cal makes no attempt in turning to the person holding him captive, knowing who it is by now. “Good morning, Dear.”

Smiling at the nickname used just a few hours ago, Y/N leaves a trail of kisses from the center of his spine and upwards, “And to you, Darling.” 

The sun, from the view outside the window, has just begun to peak from the dark blue cloak of the ocean. It had to of only been about 4 hours of sleep for Y/N, most definitely less for Cal, but they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Shifting slightly, Cal envelopes her smaller form into his, kissing the top of her head, and upon her lifting her eyes to gaze into his eyes, he leaves a lingering kiss to her lips as well. The heat of the passion begins to build as they refuse to let go of one another, Cal’s hands moving to remove the minuscule towel hiding her body from him. Hands wandering warm skin, Y/N moans in need once more. It was almost an unspoken agreement, their minds constantly working with one another, as they both groan in dissatisfaction and want. 

The moment, coming to an abrupt end, gets interrupted by banging on doors. Jolting back, the pair train their eyes to the source of the noise, finding that they’d still left the doors barricaded for privacy during their mini escapades. Hurrying to finish dressing, Cal helps Y/N back into the slightly stretched and wrinkled dress he’d hung from the banister in front of the fire, drying it for her carefully.

Taking her hand, on instinct now, he motions for her to be quiet with a finger to his lips. Nodding with a devious smirk, the couple move to the other side of the room, opposite of the banging and commotion, and sneak out of one of the other sets of doors. Now walking down the hall, they let out a series of laughs as they are able to flee the scene, hearing the faint smashing of the furniture being thrown away from the doors protecting the secret that was kept the night before.

Being led back to the Grand Staircase, Cal lets go of Y/N’s hand, distancing himself from her as they near the end of their adventure. Almost in disappointment and a tinge of sadness, Y/N almost goes to grab his hand again. That was, until she realized just who she truly was in his life. Saving the dwelling for another time, she walks beside him quietly, avoiding his gaze even as he side eyes her secretly.

At the top of the staircase now, Y/N looks down the flights of stairs, then takes a saddened breath in as she faces him. Her love; even if they’d just known each other for a day. “Thank you. It’s been a very pleasant time with you, and now I bid you ado, gentleman.”

Slightly dumbfounded, Cal takes a moment to process the situation, then acts instantly, shaking her outstretched hand, “And to you, miss. I plan to see you at brunch, if I’m not mistaken?”

“Yes. Good day.”

Without a second more, Y/N moves swiftly and up to her room. She hadn’t known if Cal had watched her go, or if he’d even cared as much to maybe turn if he hadn’t. Constantly swiping the tears threatening to bubble over, she hurries to her family’s temporary common room, wanting nothing more than to cry and sleep the rest of the day away, even if she knew that was not looked upon lightly.

Entering her room in a whoosh of air, the door flies open, almost smashing against the way as she goes to catch it in time. The lights were still off, usually indicating that her mother was still asleep; they were still not too keen on the ways of the riches, having to be put on a tight schedule at all times. Sighing in relief, Y/N closes the door with a weak click, the tears finally able to pour down her face. 

And down they go, cascading down her delicate, rosy cheeks, soaking into the neckline of her destroyed dress, a reminder of the time she’s starting to regret. She knew that what happened was no regret however, somehow knowing that this man was more than just a ‘fling’ the wealthy women had described to her before. No, Cal was more -way more- as he’d shown her things she’d never seen, treated her ways no one else has, shown her a side no one else has ever seen. This knowledge crushes her soul even more, causing her to rumple her dress even more as she curls into herself against the door.

“What’s wrong baby?” suddenly whispers her mother, Molly. Y/N hadn’t seen her mother walk in, hating herself a tiny bit more as she woke her loved one up in a fit of her own selfish loathing.

“I-It’s nothing, Mama, I swear. Just some girls being girls...” Y/N tries to reason.

“Now, I’ve seen those tears before, Baby, I know that look on your face. It’s that same look that brought you on this ship in the first place. Someone hurt ya’ didn’t they?” her mother whispers calmly, wrapping her arm around the back of her daughter’s shoulders, now sitting beside her.

“...No- I mean- Not in the way I think you’re catching on to... I-I-” Y/N trips over her words, uncertain of whether she should tell her mother the truth. Soon making her mind up quickly, she scolds herself for the distrust, “I met someone Mama. Someone special.”

“I figured...I got that look when I met your father,” she smiles, “But why are you crying Baby? Liking someone shouldn’t scare you.”

“Because- Because... Because I can’t have him Mama,” Y/N starts to cry once more, placing her head on her knees.

“Nonsense!” her mother yelps, looking at her gorgeous daughter. She was the diamond in the rough, the delicate flower that shined brighter than any others in the field. Y/N was smart, generous, determined, kind, and loving -almost too much so- to her mother, simply one of a kind.

Looking up at her mother, she goes to argue with her, but refrains at the sheer confusion in Molly’s eyes. She looked at her like she was crazy, like she was already winning at whatever she’d felt she lost. Sniffling, she says, “Let me tell you instead, maybe you’ll understand.” And so she does, pouring her heart out to her mother; crying, laughing, and smiling at times as she talks of all the parts she hated and enjoyed immensely.

Upon nearing the end, her mother’s confusion increased, but not for the reasons Y/N thought. “Baby, I need ya’ to settle yourself right now,” she starts sternly, “That man, whether I feel he’s right for you or not, is something real special to ya’. And when we Browns find someone, or something, like that, we don’t take too lightly to letting that go. Cal is just conflicted is all, and all you need to do is clear it up for him.”

“Mama, he’s engaged!”

“Engaged and unhappy! Just because he’s engaged does not mean he can’t back out of it sweetheart! ...Now look at me, you’re gorgeous, ya’ hear me? You ain’t got those genes form nowhere!”

Y/N giggles, starting to feel better now that her mother knows, her true hero.

“Get in that tub, run the hot water, and hurry up now, alright? We need to show Cal what he’s longing for, huh? I’ll go get your clothes,” Molly resonates, turning and walking into the fitting room before her daughter could argue. 

Sighing, Y/N gives into her mother’s antics, slightly grateful for her mother’s country upbringing and mannerisms. Running the tap, Y/N steps in when the water was warm enough, sighing as she’s able to relax in the soothing depths of waves. Dozing off, she gives into the rest her body involuntarily claimed, Molly walking in to finish what her daughter was too tired to finish, combing and washing her daughter’s hair with a warm smile. 

It reminded her of Y/N as a child, the same baby still residing in the adult she is now. Her eyes, most of all, reminds Molly everyday that she has nothing to worry about, her daughter’s big and mischievous eyes never dying as she’s tied to the ‘life of royalty.’ 

Stirring with a tap on the shoulder, Y/N jolts up, wrapping her head around to gaze at her mother. Molly smiles again at the reminder of her memories that had just played around in her head moments ago, Y/N’s deep Y/E/C locking on her mother in the same common fondness she’s always had.

“Come on Baby, let’s get ya’ changed for brunch, huh? Get some food in your tummy.”

Nodding her head weakly, Y/N prepares herself for the day ahead, the day she knew would be full of lingering gazes and quick checks over the shoulder. As the last knots were wound, last layer of crinoline was placed, her dress fell over her shoulders, fitting her form perfectly. It was a pretty dress, but Y/N’s attention on it quickly dulled as she looked at her face. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, but her eyes had shifted in a way, her emotion swirling within them to appear puppy-like.

“You’re going to be fine, Baby. If he doesn’t change, then let it be. Men are different at times, unable to see what they truly desire until it’s too late. It’s a woman’s job to move on,” Molly states one more, squeezing her daughter’s shoulder blade before leaving the room, allowing Y/N to collect herself as she takes a final look at her reflection. 

“Still the Y/N I was, someone else entirely on the inside,” she smirks, recollecting her sense of being, “Fuck men.”

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[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done

Word Count: 1,573

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

A/N: So I had just rewatched Titanic for the 1000th time since it had been a while. I absolutely love Caledon and Molly Brown although Cal was a total ass, and I couldn't help but write something for him since there isn't enough for him on this platform. This imagine takes place when Cal sends his goon down the staircase to the bottom deck party, where Rose is found with Jack, and that whole charade!

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: At the dinner where Jack is introduced as Rose's unexpected hero, Molly's youngest child, Y/N, quickly catches onto the unspoken feelings between the pair. It soon seems that she is not the only one as Cal had caught on soon enough. Y/N observes him at afar, feeling a strange connection to the otherwise arrogant man, and soon learns that even in the land of riches, there are simply many things that are never truly seen.

Warnings: Language (duh), mentions of smoking, cheating, and sexual themes (although nothing really happens at all, trust me!)

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist  Pt.2  Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and additional information was given from extensive research of the actual Molly Brown and Titanic}

Chapter 1: The Blind Man and the Dreamer

<Your Perspective>

I've always been a dreamer. It was a habit of mine to get lost from the universe and just dive into the fine details that are usually overlooked by the majority of humanity that passes by. But then again, that's because humanity teaches you to think that the most beautiful things are bought and don't come for free. Although it may apply to some situations, I still find the statement untrue, for I believe that the greatest pleasures are what you make it, not what you buy for an amount of time and throw away once it expires.

Latching onto the pole in front of me, I am violently yanked from behind me in a ever tightening corset. My mother, Molly grunting in response to the force she applies. And for what? Approval of the privileged? So that I can hide my true figure to fit the desires of the public's eye? I knew all my complaints were all in vain, for if if I had not wanted this, I shouldn't have boarded the Titanic with my mother, Molly. I had had a choice to stay in the beautiful Parisian home we Brown's had owned, but my nephew, Lawrence, had fallen ill. I was never one to be selfish, and family was always a value held high above anyone or anything else.

As she had left me to my own devices, meaning dressing myself in the many layers of clothes to build the dress for this evening, a boy, about my age, had appeared. He was clad in one of my older brother's suits, blonde hair slicked back, button-downed vest and all. He was quite the looker if I had said so myself, but simply not my taste. My mother had trailed behind right after him, giving him a delighted once-over with, "I was right! You and my son are just about the same size!"

He happily replied with, "Close!" checking himself over in the many mirrors of our dressing room. Me, now leaning against the door frame, whistled as a response, adding to the heartfelt moment. I had seen the boy before, although I had never spoken to him. It wasn't about our classes, rather it was our schedules; mine being planned for the remainder of my stay on the Titanic, and his being whatever he wanted at the time.

He looked at me sheepishly, a blush tinting his features as he straightened out the last bits of his suit. With that, I had realized that I appeared a stranger to him, him not even knowing if I belonged in this room to begin with. I quickly apologized and introduced myself, him doing the same.

On our walk to the grand staircase, I had gotten to know him, the two of us having many things in common, and him becoming more of like a brother than a less fortunate boy. The boy, Jack, had been the talk of the whole upper class as he had been a supposed hero, saving the Bukater girl from apparently falling off the ship. I had seen through his little charade though, knowing there was more than he was letting on, but I had let it go with a simple smirk his direction as we had now awaited the rest of the party at the bottom of the steps.

Moments later, the spoken Bukater girl had appeared, not before her fiance and mother though, making her entrance a little off in my opinion. Yes, it was polite that her mother and fiance had a very good connection, but why hadn't he been by his fiance's side rather than the mother's? This dinner is going to go swimmingly.

I snickered as I watched Jack take the arm of Rose, joking around as boys always do, getting her to giggle as well. It was adorable, I had thought, that people of such different worlds could compliment each other so well. I wasn't too different from them too, coming from rags to riches, not being princess trained as the rest. That didn't mean that I was underprivileged though, having possibly more respect than they think they let on.

My mother nudged my arm, not realizing that I was already at the table, having to take a seat. It was there that I had seen Rose's fiance, Caledon, or Cal as people have called him. He was a tall man with a bulky yet lean build to him. His broad shoulders and mysteriously dark eyes complimenting his very being. He was gorgeous. His voice was just as silky as the way he carried himself.

I couldn't help but watch him throughout dinner, not too much to scare him, but more in a way of observation. He seemed to be a very difficult man, not so much one for love an affection towards the ones he so-called "cares for," but it seemed as if this wasn't entirely a trait he had picked up on his own. I could tell there was a different person within his being, but as quickly as I had sat down was as quick as the dinner had ended, the men separating themselves for a drink of Brandy and Jack sneaking away with a sly grin.

As he left, I followed him, grinning once meeting him at the staircase. "Boo," I said nonchalantly, not wanting to scare him, but not being all too jumpy either, not wanting to impose. He just simply rolled his eyes playfully, looking me in the eyes briefly before returning his gaze to the clock right before our beings. I giggled, "So are you going to the party below deck? Your friend, Fabrizio, I think it was? Oh, and his friend Tommy! They're quite the characters, just the type of people I like to wreck havoc with. They had mentioned it to me, telling me I was 'okay enough.' If you're wondering, I think that is the perfect date for Rose. I can see the chemistry between you two, and I can tell a trapped person when I see one. She'll love it, and she kind of needs it in a way?"

"Thanks," he giggles, "I figured Tommy would've said something. He found you pretty cool. I guess that means you're coming too?" I simply nod, feeling the excited jitters run down my back. "Cool," is all he manages before said Rose finally makes her appearance. As the pair disappear to do God knows what, I decide to take a little stroll, maybe even stargazing, before partying the night away and getting straightened up by the morning.

Making my way to the bow of the ship, I breathe in the fresh air, feeling the stress of the day finally leave my body. I did, though, stop abruptly as a familiar yet mysterious figure casts a shadow from one of the benches closest to the very front. I analyze him quietly, noticing a strong pinch in his features, almost like he's hurt? It wasn't a look I preferred for him. Quite frankly, it wasn't a face or mood I liked on anyone.

Taking a seat calmly, I distance myself a little ways away, giving him his space. He glances quickly, but overall ignores my existence altogether. "I guess you're having an amazing time?" Stupid. Stupid, why would you say that?

He snorts quietly, finally looking up at the stars, sighing slowly, "I guess you could say that. A street rat taking your fiance out of your grasp, whoring her around to his benefit. She's my fiance! I buy her the finest riches! The most ugliest paintings she calls beautiful, yet she can't even bat an eyelash my direction. She'd rather sneak around with that poor white trash with no benefit in his future."

I take in his small rant silently, not really knowing if it was meant to be all said out loud to myself or maybe the world, where no one is there to listen but himself. Otherwise, I couldn't help but take his words to heart, "You know, he's not so bad once you get to know him. Or what he values rather."

"What?" he replies shortly, not really expecting me to actually defend the boy or answer him to begin with.

"Jack is a drawer. An artist even. He sees the beauty in things that go underestimated, underrated, and overlooked. He's a dreamer. I'm a dreamer. You, you are a man blinded by his own wealth and fortune. You're materialistic without even realizing it! You do know that not everything needs to be bought right? And love, love is another story. You can't stop love even if you tried, arranged or not, it's love. Have you ever even tried to live life outside of luxury? Taken risks?"

He takes in this new information surprisingly, actually considering the words that had spewed so naturally and from the heart. After a moment of silence, he finally answers, whispering, "No, no I haven't." He finishes his sentence, now looking at me, staring into my eyes, the loneliness and uncertainty evident.

I almost feel bad for him, considering the fact that I don't know him either. He probably never had the chance to be a kid, reckless and free, dumb and crazy. With that thought, I quickly ask him, "Want me to show you?"

To be continued...

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[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.4*

Word Count: 2,007

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Did some research to see where I could take this story. I just found out that the first class was allowed to play in pools on the ship...I had no clue. So let’s get spicy huh? My very first smut piece!

Important A/N: I just realized that the Brown! part of the reader may come off as racist, but what I meant was the last name Brown, the same as the reader’s mother, the Unsinkable Molly Brown!  Sorry if this gave anyone confusion or harsh feelings, I truly did not mean to come off in an offending way!

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: With the embers of their hearts burning in the flames of love, it’s only natural for the reader and Cal to finally give into their desires, their person, their soulmate.

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, giving the v-card 

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and totally intentional...I did more research, as usual}

As the two move in closer, just merely a breath away, Y/N's heartbeat pounds in her ears, making her wondering if Cal could hear just how loud it was right now. Just as they go to lean in, a security member comes out, flashing a bright beam from his flashlight into the pair's eyes. "Sorry to bother you, we were just informed of a scream and came to check it out. I'll be on my way now, goodnight!"

Laughing, Y/N leads Cal to the entrance, leading him to his next mystery.

Now we continue...

Chapter 4: When Two Worlds Collide As One

<3rd Person Perspective>

Taking Cal’s arm within her own, Y/N leads him to her last destination. It was against anything Cal’s ever been taught, the same applying to her, only she had just learned the life of the royals. Nearing the double doors, Y/N steps behind Cal, covering his eyes with her hands, temporarily blinding him. All he does is smile as he has come to know Y/N’s playful nature by heart now, having soaked in every detail about her throughout the hours of the long day they’ve spent together, growing more of a stronger attachment to her than he ever has with Rose, her mother, or any woman he’s had before.

“Now, when I remove my hands, I still want you to close your eyes.  Is that understood, Mr. Hockley?” Y/N says in a mockingly stern tone, as if she were superior than him.

Nodding his head, he does as she tells him, keeping his eyes closed even after Y/N’s delicate hands leave his soft face.  Lightly, she tugs at Cal’s jacket, pulling it off, moving to do the same with his shoes and socks underneath. She removes her own shoes as well, undoing her hair from the intricate yet simple hairdo she has placed to keep her h/l hair out of her face. In one swift moment of time, she tells Cal, “Hold your breath,” not giving him the time to question her as she shoves him into the pool right beside their figures.

Gasping, Cal emerges from the cool water instantly, a strike of what felt like electricity coursing through his veins, something he’s never felt before; laughing a hearty, full body laugh that Y/N’s never heard before. The deep rumbling and utter naturalism of it stealing a laugh of her own.  “You. You are much more than you look you know,” Cal states breathlessly, still chuckling lightly.

“I know, but that’s what makes things interesting. More fun, if you ask me,” Y/N answers lightly, splashing some water from the edge of the pool at him.

“Oh, your going to regret that,” Cal answers, wiping his face off once more. Eyes growing darker, Cal walks to the nearest edge, hefting himself back out of the water, only goal now being trained on payback.

Y/N squeals instantly, running around to the opposite end of the pool, continuing to do so as Cal chases her about, the two laughing as the chase continues. Y/N slips at one point, falling on her ass, laughing harder now as her lungs beg for air. From the laughing or the exertion, maybe even a bit of both.  Either way, Y/N gets back up weakly, stumbling about as Cal finally catches up with her. Grabbing her by the waist tightly, Cal yanks Y/N into the cool blue water with him once more.

Y/N squeaks at the temperature of the water, but all in good fun, for Cal isn’t done with her yet, assaulting her with splashes of water, starting another war. Again, they fight to be the better victor, acting as adult children as they decide splashing just isn’t good enough, moving to dunking and pushing each other around. The two being so lost in each other.

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, Y/N goes to push Cal’s shoulders once more, but abruptly stops as he instead, moves to pull Y/N into him. The same he had done on the ship’s deck a few hours ago. Looking into her eyes, they both feel a spark now, Y/N moving to rest her arms around Cal’s neck, him reciprocating by moving his own to encase her waist. 

Neither of them know who made the move first, but within seconds, their mouths closed around each other’s. Tilting their heads when they felt needed, Y/N opening her mouth to Cal, tongues dancing to their own little beat, fighting for dominance. Groaning, Cal nor Y/N can miss the tightness in his pants, him moving to lift Y/N’s form upwards, her legs wrapping around his torso, crossing behind his back.

Y/N moans, the sensation very new to her. What no one has ever done to her body before, her body being unused, untouched. She was a virgin.

She pulls back, her lungs begging for oxygen once more, and when doing so, she whispers in Cal’s ear, “Take my innocence.”

With those 3 words, Cal freezes, not sure if this was what a gentleman should do. But as he looks into Y/N’s eyes, the utter trust and maturity that lies within them, he leans in and kisses her harder, more passionately. “As you wish, your majesty,” he says lovingly.

Taking her by the hand, he kisses it once, leading them out of the pool and to one of the smaller staircases, tucked away from the public’s eye. Cal leads Y/N through the rows and rows of hallways, turning corner after corner, adding to their hunger for one another. 

Finally, Cal leads Y/N into the double doors of the ballroom. Checking to see if anyone was around, which was highly unlikely given it being the late hours of the night, around 3 am now. Cal barricades the doors with chairs, tables, or anything he can get his hands on really, starting a warm fire within the fireplace as he goes. Y/N stands at the center of the ballroom, admiring Cal’s determination to make her first time amazing. 

It didn’t matter to Y/N however, because Cal was already perfect enough.  The man she’s always wanted, needed, craved even. They worked together perfectly in her mind, showing each other things they’ve never done, taking each other in for who they were, loving each other for their bad and their good, embracing one another to the fullest.

Joining her at the center of the ballroom now, Cal takes Y/N by the hand and the waist, the same as he had with Dorothy at the very beginning of their journey together. They start to slow dance, even without any music playing, moving together in tandem. Twirling and spinning Y/N around with their clothes a wet, slushy mess. 

Kissing her tenderly, Cal ends the dance with a bow, snatching a giggle from Y/N’s being. Hand in hand, they lower to the very floor they stood on, Y/N on her back, head cradled by Cal’s arm, which holds his weight beside her, the two engaging in yet another heartfelt series of kisses.

<Y/N’s Perspective>

I can sense his apprehension. He doesn’t know how to make the first move. It’s adorable to say the least, him not wanting to come off too strong and make me comfortable. I can’t help but crave more though, wanting no more than this man before me.

With this state of mind now set, I take Cal’s hand to my breast, lightly, as to not spook him. Luckily, he seems to understand the signs, something only he can do. 

Massaging each breast for a moment, he moves to pull me upwards, reaching behind me to unzip and unclothe my very being. He does so slowly, meticulously, as if I was made of glass or easily spooked. I lay down once more as I had fully been left bare for him. Standing, he goes to undress himself, watching me the whole time; how I watched him just as needing, lovingly, naturally.

Lowering himself once more, he leaves a trail of kisses that started from behind one of my earlobes, my jawline, base of my neck, between the mounds of my breasts, my stomach, navel, and soon, each side of my hips. However, he does not move past this point, looking me in the eyes for affirmation, the true go-ahead.

I do not nod though, for I believe words speak louder in this situation, pulling him towards my face once more, I repeat the words from before, “Take my innocence from me...please...I want no other man than you to do so,” and with this, I end my sentence with a loving kiss to his lips.

It seemed to be the only thing he needed to proceed, nodding and lightly grabbing my thighs, telling me to put them on either side of his hips. “This might hurt a little bit, and I won’t move until you tell me you are decent,” he says sternly, not wanting to hurt me. I nod to him, looking him in the eyes as he moves his hands toward my entrance, “I need you to loosen slightly, lower the stinging just a few octaves.” 

Nodding again, I watch him as he inserts a finger into my cunt. Hissing at the unknown sensation, I close my eyes for some sort or relief, his hand thrusting at a slow place. As my body becomes accommodated with the slight stretch, Cal moves to add another, his middle and fore fingers now appearing and disappearing once more within my being.

I stir a little in place at this, discomfort enveloping my body as I do all I can to be good and not squander the moment just before it’s truly begun. With his other hand, he strokes my hair, then my cheek as in a form of comfort. Smiling down at him, he mirrors it tenfold, his anxiety dissipating as he knows you are on the same page as him, the same intent and want.

Removing his hand from my face, he moves it down to start grinding soft circles into my sensitive bud. This action earns a simultaneous jolt, a chuckle escaping him, as he taps my stomach lightly, indicating that I can lay back down. Blushing a light scarlet at the embarrassment, he avoids the subject completely and pays no attention to it, for my sake. “You’re doing perfect my dear.”

When he deems my body ready, he aligns himself with my entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he settles, bottoming out. The sensation leaves a sharp sting and burning within me as it stretches for the first time in my life, springing tears to the surface of my eyes. The feeling, luckily, does not last long, and I never let those tears fall, not wanting to scare Cal. Whimpering, I give him a sharp nod, enabling him to finally move within me.

Not so much after does the pain finally fade, pulling Cal to my chest, begging him to move faster, harder, anything more than he was giving me, a moaning mess now. Happily obliging, he quickens his thrusts with a grunt, now penetrating from an entirely new position, hitting that special spot.

Looping my legs around his back, my heels and nails dig into him as I feel my end nearing, crying out as the utter state of euphoria threatens to explode. “Cal, Cal I’m- I’m gonna-”

“I know sweetheart, me too. I’m right here, I’ll ride you through it. I’ve got you.”

And with his small reassurance, I climax, clenching around his shaft, clinging onto him for dear life. Feeling his member twitch, his climax falls right after mine, coating my walls with his semen. Taking a moment to catch our breath, he kisses me all over my face, pulling out gently after some time, moving to grab a bundle of towels he’d gathered from the pool. Wrapping our bodies in the towels, he pulls me into his body, kissing my temple.

“Thank you,” I mutter quietly, staring into the blazing flames of the fire.

“No, thank you,” he answers sweetly, squeezing my waist lightly, nuzzling his face in my hair.

What I wanted to tell him at that moment would’ve spewed so easily from my mouth then, but I knew it wasn’t exactly my place to say it to him. He still had his fiance, and we still had separate lives apart from the day we’ve had today. That didn’t mean I was going to lie about my feelings however, as you can’t help love, can you? Even if its with someone you could never have, or could you?

To be continued...

#caledon hockley #titanic #1997 #reader insert #female reader #caledon hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal x reader #cal hockley #titanic 1997 #90s #billy zane #titanic imagine #billy zane x reader #billy zane imagine #cal hockley x reader #cal hockley imagine

[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done Pt.3

Word Count: 1,054

Status: Still not requested...

Fandom: Titanic 1997

A/N: So, uhm, yeah, this became a miniseries or something of the sort. I love Cal and he deserves some hype on this platform, so I'm going to give Cal lovers something to read lol. I actually really like what I have going too so...

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: With Cal finally on board and Y/N's feelings a complete mess, the pair move on to the next activity on the list. What's going to happen when even more feelings bubble to the surface and there's nothing to do about it? Besides, how can they be together is one of them is engaged?!

Warnings: fluff because why not?

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and additional information was received through extensive research of the actual Molly Brown, Titanic, lifestyles, and clothing in the era}

It started with Y/N asking where he learned to dance, leading to them telling each other their lives before they boarded the Titanic, leading to funny childhood stories, and finally lighthearted teasing and jokes that only they understood. They had learned more about each other in the hours spent at that table than anyone had liked to know about them before; not Rose, Cal's arranged fiance, and not even Molly, Y/N's mother, who although loved her, does not know the trouble she has gotten into throughout her youth.

The pair, now in fits of laughter at one of Y/N's childhood stories, involving a pig, rope, and mud, had slowly faded, leaving them staring into each other's eyes fondly had soon ended with Cal's simple question, "What's next?"

Now we continue...

Chapter 3: The Things We Find Below the Surface

<3rd Person Perspective>

Almost completely missing the question he had asked, Y/N snaps out of the love struck daze she was in. "Oh! Uh, it's a surprise! Just as we had entered here, you cannot know what it is until we get there," she answers, stuttering slightly as she regains her sense of dignity. She will not fall for a man, that's how she's lasted her whole life, not needing a man with her loving father's newfound fortune.

Nodding his head, he doesn't question her this time, simply standing up from his seat, intent on the mystery of it all. Y/N gets up as well, heading to the staircase in which they came. As Y/N starts up the stairs, she almost jumps at the sudden contact on her left hand, it now being intertwined with Cal's hand, and he continues up the stairs beside her.

Y/N looked at him, and blushed lightly. Before they walked down these stairs, he was imagined as a toddler, now, as they trek back up the stairs, she imagines him as a puppy with wide, creatively naive eyes.

He gives her the side-eye, unnoticeable to her, and smiles as he catches her tinted cheeks in his line of sight. But, for once in his life, he has nothing sly to say, instead even he is dumbfounded at the way her face seems to shine with the natural glow of her flustered appearance. 'Beautiful' is the only word that came to his mind.

Y/N however, did notice Jack and Rose. The pair entering just as they were exiting, laughing and completely in love. Jack also saw Y/N, but noticed who she was with most of all. She simply smirked at him, wiggling her eyebrows, drawing a mischievous smile from Jack, him turning back to Rose.

Taking Cal back up the grand staircase, the pair is careful as to not catch their peers' attention, especially as they hold hands in such a fond manner. They almost forgot that they had hated each other roughly this morning. Y/N leads him to the outer deck, towards the stern of the ship. There, the couple take in the blissful evening air, a beautiful sunset in perfect view.

"I know you have sour feelings towards him, but Jack had shown me something quite spectacular that I would like to pass on to you. Only if you don't mind?" Y/N asks, gazing at the slow swirls of colors in the dimming light of the sky.

"I don't mind," is all Cal answers as he watches Y/N.

"Great! But I can't exactly tell you to close your eyes since your way heavier than me, and I'm scared you'll fall of the ship," Y/N giggles, leading him to the fence of the stern. There, she motions for him to step onto the rails. As he does so, he steadies himself with Y/N beside him for support if needed. "Now, outstretch your arms, like a bird, and stare out into the sunset. Tell me what you feel!"

Following her instructions, Cal steadies himself and does exactly as told, eyes shining gold in the passing of the sun. "It feels..." he starts to say, "It feels like I'm flying. Like I'm free," he says with a smile, looking down at the smaller woman who was smiling back at him.

Cal, taking Y/N's arm, leads her up onto the rails in front of himself, holding her waist firmly against his broad chest. Her shocked expression soon settles as she sees the utter peace Cal had seemed to be in. He bends his head towards her ear, whispering, "Thank you." She simply smiles, leaning her head against his left shoulder, his head finding home atop hers.

As the sun has finally set, the couple get off the rails carefully, moving to the benches. They resume the position they were previously, except now, Y/N was beside him rather than in front, head underneath his.

"I know this was supposed to be about me, but is there anything in the world you haven't done?" Cal asks, slightly amazed.

Y/N considers him for a moment before she answers, "Yeah actually! You know the square things on the floor of the game deck?"

"Shuffleboard?" Cal finishes for her.

"Yeah! I've never learned how to play that, do you?" she asks curiously.

Cal giggles at this, "Yes, I have learned how to play that. Would you like me to teach you?"

"If you don't mind," Y/N answers, looking at Cal with adoration.

He doesn't answer, just simply takes her hand in his, so commonly now, as he leads her around to the bow of the ship where the games are splayed. Taking the shuffles, Cal instructs her throughout the game, the two laughing and teasing at each other's shots. High-fiving when either of them make a great attempt.

To say Y/N was bad was an understatement. Throughout the whole game, she had made the most terrible shots. Now, as she lines up her last one, Cal gives her a bit of encouragement, instructing her shots. Taking a breath, she does as told and makes the shot, screaming of excitement as her puck had finally made a place of the bard rather than the outskirts.

With this, she runs to Cal, hugging him tightly, the two of them giggling like little kids. Although Y/N didn't win, she had made an attempt and didn't mind losing to Cal. The two of them pull back slightly, enough to look at each other. Cal's heart does flips when he looks her in the eyes, seeing her beautiful e/c up close now, noticing the tiny flecks and sparkles usually hidden by her gorgeous lashes.

As the two move in closer, just merely a breath away, Y/N's heartbeat pounds in her ears, making her wondering if Cal could hear just how loud it was right now. Just as they go to lean in, a security member comes out, flashing a bright beam from his flashlight into the pair's eyes. "Sorry to bother you, we were just informed of a scream and came to check it out. I'll be on my way now, goodnight!"

Laughing, Y/N leads Cal to the entrance, leading him to his next mystery.

To be continued...

#caledon hockley #titanic #1997 #reader insert #female reader #caledon hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #cal x reader #cal hockley #titanic 1997 #90s #billy zane #titanic imagine

[80s4life]

The Things I've Never Done Pt.2

Word Count: 1,968

Status: Not requested!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

A/N: I went to the actual Titanic museum in Tennessee last weekend! It was very sad, I'm not gonna lie, and I may have shed a few tears along the way. Besides that, it was an amazing experience and I absolutely love the movie even more now! I am also thinking of making this into a short story of sorts, but let me know in the comments or something?

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: Now that the offer is on the table, it is a matter of if Cal will take it or not. And if he will, what could possibly so worth-while and so fulfilling compared to what he has already done?

Warnings: language, fluff OVERLOAD!

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

{Not my gif and and additional information was given through extensive research of the actual Molly Brown and Titanic}

Y/C/C= Your Choice of Color {for the dress}

"Jack is a drawer. An artist even. He sees the beauty in things that go underestimated, underrated, and overlooked. He's a dreamer. I'm a dreamer. You, you are a man blinded by his own wealth and fortune. You're materialistic without even realizing it! You do know that not everything needs to be bought right? And love, love is another story. You can't stop love even if you tried, arranged or not, it's love. Have you ever even tried to live life outside of luxury? Taken risks?"

He takes in this new information surprisingly, actually considering the words that had spewed so naturally and from the heart. After a moment of silence, he finally answers, whispering, "No, no I haven't." He finishes his sentence, now looking at me, staring into my eyes, the loneliness and uncertainty evident.

I almost feel bad for him, considering the fact that I don't know him either. He probably never had the chance to be a kid, reckless and free, dumb and crazy. With that thought, I quickly ask him, "Want me to show you?"

Now we continue...

Chapter 2: The Beginning of Something Beautiful

<3rd Person Perspective>

The pair sit in silence. It was almost suffocating with how quiet and embarrassing the situation had seemed. Y/N had asked the question in the heat of the moment, a quick question that never quite registered in her mind before she spewed it. Now she sits quietly, a tint to her cheeks, with everything around her now evidently more interesting than the man beside her. For Cal, the question was quite offending to say the least. The way the woman had described a thrill seemed amazing, like it was something he never experienced. He didn't understand what could possibly be better than money, no matter what anyone says is better being free. Maybe he was materialistic. But he was happy?

"What could possibly be so thrilling if it isn't bought? To me, it is the most absurd thing I've ever heard," he finally speaks, followed by a dry laugh, catching Y/N's attention quietly.

"We if I must say, not to overstep our boundaries sir, but your an ass to judge things you have never done personally. It is neither the same in perspective nor is it anymore correct than if it were another person with the same mindset disagreeing with you. You don't have the facts nor the personal experience to deny or support your claim. It's simply untrue."

The space between the pair quickly grow quiet again, this time not so much an embarrassing silence, but more a tense silence full of questions and strong beliefs on both ends of argument. If Cal was to be honest with himself, she holds her own quite well, not letting him belittle her in the way he had intended. This makes him think that what she may be saying may possibly be true, may be something one of a kind, and that's what finally led him to his decision. "If what your babbling about is what you claim it is, then I would like to take you up on your offer."

Y/N's face instantly lights up, emitting such a broad smile, brightening up her face underneath the pale moonlight. It was a striking sight, someone so utterly excited, like a kid in a candy store. Y/N was about to jump up and down with his acceptance, but instead, settled for a firm handshake of promise. Cal smiles and returns the handshake, quickly being lifted off his seat on the bench immediately after, with not a second to waste. Cal could see Y/N's happiness, making him snicker at such a mindless behavior.

To him, this was just something that was going to waste his time, but to Y/N, it was something extravagant. It's not everyday that you get to let loose and show someone something they've never seen. Y/N always enjoyed the look of disbelief and sheer excitement when opening them up to something new. It was like giving someone a gift for their birthday, or a present on a day not important at all. Either way, she couldn't wait, knowing exactly where to start.

///

Y/N awaits Cal by the grand staircase, informing him to where something less stuffy and stiff, wanting him to let loose. But alas, as he makes his way to her swiftly, he wears yet another suit, gorgeous, but less intricate in his opinion, making him feel that his status could be at risk. He clears his throat sharply as he looks at her from the last group of stairs beside her, hands in his pockets and bored expression as evident as ever. Y/N couldn't help herself, and laughs at his stature.

For her, she had settled for a light Y/C/C, long and free-flowing dress, illuminating her features. It was high-class, yet calm and comfortable compared to the stiff dresses she would usually wear, settling with no corset or bra of any type, being comfortable in her natural beauty and prime. Even as they had tried to be more relaxed, they still managed to look like porcelain dolls.

{The dress}

Leading Cal down the staircase, she takes him toward the staircase of the lower deck as quickly as she could manage. She knew the closer she got, the awaiting cries of disagreement would sound. And as if he had read her mind, he quickly stands his ground where he is, stubbornly not making any attempt to move and crossing his arms. With this, Y/N imagines a toddler, except this toddler was 6' 1/2" and very high in status. All she does is sigh and give him a pointed look, if he wants to act as a child, she would simply give him a taste of his own medicine.

"You shook on it!" she says, cursing herself for actually being as childish as he is, mimicking his stance. He raises his brow, obviously amused, smirking in response. "Fine!" without a second to spare, she takes hold of his hand firmly, yanking him down the stairs with her. Surprised, he trips down the lot of them, now following blindly behind her with his arm held hostage.

If his eyebrows weren't as high as they were when he was still above deck, they were now, as he is met with the smell of booze, smoke, sweat, and the sounds of blasting music, laughter, and an overall happiness that overcomes the room, or floor, as he could say.

Cal takes it in silently, watching the people from the entrance of the lower deck, as Y/N silently observes him. She watches as he drinks everything in; the card games, the drinking games, the dancing, the band, the groups of people enjoying each others company. Y/N giggles as she notices a little girl coming Cal's way, in a determined state-of-mind.

Stopping just before his legs, she tugs on his arm lightly, looking up at his tall frame. He lowers his gaze surprised, given as he was a scary individual, even to the adults. Y/N giggles lightheartedly at the kids guts, surely she has never seen so much audacity on such a small being.

"Hi mister, I was wondering if you would like to dance? My friend William had went off to dance with my older sister, Mary, and left me alone even though we were dancing first!" the little girl asks with a glint in her eyes.

Cal looks at Y/N for help, almost as if he were panicking. She simply gives him a small smile and nudge on the shoulder, motioning to the girl before him. She was roughly 5 years of age, with the bluest eyes and prettiest curly black hair, a perfect contrast in Y/N's opinion. She might draw the girl later.

When she motions to her sister again, it is easy to see the reason why her sister, Mary, had ditched her. She had the same features of the little girl, but clearly a bit older than her, being maybe 13? 14? And the boy, William, about the same age as Mary. A childhood crush maybe, or the first steps into young adulthood when boys become more important.

Giving Y/N a look, it came as a shock as he knelt before the girl, silently asking for her hand, bringing it to his lips for a polite kiss, treating her as a princess in the books you read as a child. "Why, I would be honored to have this dance with you," Cal says sweetly, in a voice Y/N is sure no one's ever heard before. "But first, milady, I must ask, what is your name?"

The little girl giggles at the funny voice he had used, responding with, "Dorothy. Dorothy Richmond."

Watching silently as the pair walking hand in hand towards the deck used as a dance floor, Y/N smiles warmly, never seeing this side to Cal before. He's not so much an ass once you see him in a different light I guess, she thinks.

Y/N makes her way away from the dance floor, towards the sidelines, this type of dancing not done when sober fro her. Instead, she finds a table with two ladies her age, warmly welcoming her to sit and talk, or watch if she preferred. The table was neatly hidden from Cal, as Y/N wanted to experience this new sensation on his own, even if it was with a child or a group of people.

The pair dance to a slow song, the girl clumsily tripping on her feet before Cal lightly lifts her to stand on his shoes, as he leads them in a more articulated two-step. The girl can be seen in a fit of giggles as Cal says something incoherent and too far away from Y/N for her to understand. She can only assume it might've been a joke of sorts.

As the song ends and a new, faster song starts to play, the pair is jostled about as the dancing becomes more intense. With this, Cal settles with placing Dorothy in his arms instead. One arm under her bum for support and the other outstretched in a mock-dance. Dorothy's once unease quickly settles with the new position and instead, leans in, and wraps her arms around Cal's neck.

Y/N takes a moment to look around once more, having her eyes glued to the pair for a while. She snickers lightly as she catches a glimpse of Mary, dancing with William, gazing at her younger sister in slight jealousy. Y/N couldn't blame her though, Cal was a sight for sore eyes. He looked so into his element, so free and beautiful.

Looking to the women beside her at the table, she catches knowing looks, as if they could see something Y/N didn't. Giving them a questionable look in return, they giggle like little schoolgirls before the teasing and prodding about the two being together starts. Y/N denies the pairing questions, but can't help but realize that she might like him, Caledon Hockley, the asshole. Maybe just a little bit...

After a few more songs, Dorothy's mother comes to collect her, taking her and Mary back to their room somewhere on the 3rd class floor. Cal smiles and waves as Dorothy leaves, and her mother gives him a silent thank you in response, leading her happy little ones away.

Cal, now exhausted, looks around the room, searching for Y/N until their eyes meet with matching grins. The ladies, who Y/N had come to learn were Frances Gates and Lillian Butterfield, giggled once more before they each squeezed Y/N's shoulder, and left, leaving the table open for Cal to sit beside her.

Cal makes his way to the table, smiling with his hair in a untamed, sweaty mess and a light red tint to his cheeks. "Hi," is all he manages as he sits down beside Y/N, pulling his chair closer to hers and snagging a beer left untouched.

"Hi," she responds sweetly, looking at his relaxed figure. The pair just stare at each other for a while, before they get into a comfortable conversation.

It started with Y/N asking where he learned to dance, leading to them telling each other their lives before they boarded the Titanic, leading to funny childhood stories, and finally lighthearted teasing and jokes that only they understood. They had learned more about each other in the hours spent at that table than anyone had liked to know about them before; not Rose, Cal's arranged fiance, and not even Molly, Y/N's mother, who although loved her, does not know the trouble she has gotten into throughout her youth.

The pair, now in fits of laughter at one of Y/N's childhood stories, involving a pig, rope, and mud, had slowly faded, leaving them staring into each other's eyes fondly had soon ended with Cal's simple question, "What's next?"

To be continued...

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[80s4life]

The Things I’ve Never Done Pt.7

Word Count: 1,195

Status: Suggested!

@: @outrosins & numerous lovely anons!

A/N:Sorry this took so long! I missed you guys so much, but life is just too much sometimes!!!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon "Cal" Hockley x Brown!Female!Reader

Summary: Memories are hit and miss; you either enjoy the feeling or you a deep regret, sadness, nostalgia, etc. As Y/N reaches the end of the adventure of her life, these very memories are the ones that hinder her from moving on, from truly accepting the damage she survived. She needed to take the good with the bad or nothing at all.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activity, slight angst, forbidden love, leading up to disaster, switching periods (before/after)

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist Part One Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4* Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 [epilogue]

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary

{gif is not mine, credits go to @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere​}

Reciprocating instantly, he buries her head in his chest in greed, the other arm grasping her waist tightly. His façade falls instantly, crumpling to the floor as he feels he’s finally found what he was looking for: a woman to have and to hold without the worry of money being the only link. The feeling was almost euphoric and too much for Cal, a series of tears streaming and pouring into Y/N’s hair.

She giggles, looking up at Cal. Readjusting their bodies on the floor, Y/N drapes her legs over Cal’s, wrapping them around his back in a criss-cross fashion. Then, with her body facing his, she grabs his face soothingly, wiping away his tears with care. Smiling, Y/N leans in to peck Cal’s lips, earning her a smile.

“I may leave this ship with you, but you have to swear no doubt in my loyalty. Do you understand, Cal?”

“Yes…” Cal responds in remorse, pecking Y/N’s lips for reassurance.

“Oh! And I want a pretty ring! You can’t have me running around America a free woman, now can you?” Y/N giggles, just imagining the endless possibilities as Cal leans his head into her collarbone. “No more yelling either.”

“I could work with that,” he responds, voice muffled, “That’ll do just fine.”

To be continued...

Chapter 7: Watch the Dream Fade Away

<3rd Person Perspective>

Even after all this time, after so many years, Y/N still distinctly remembers the smallest details of that majestic piece of machinery; the beautiful lie that had sent so many people to the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean and left families distraught. But not only was it the RMS Titanic, it was that very room that she spent many memorable moments in: her first time, her first fight, and her first confession of love.

She distinctly remembers the space in the room, where the back wall was lined with wide windows that enveloped the room with the warm glow of the mesmerizing sun. She remembers the glow that enhanced Cal’s features, how at peace he truly felt - how comfortable he was. She remembers the sheer curtains that allowed privacy, and even the huge clock atop the mantle of one out of the three fireplaces in the expanse of the room. And, when she reminisces of the fun and exciting times she had with the amazing man of her dreams, she remembers the oak doors; how they locked them all in their own childish lust, barricaded them up just to get them all torn back down with guards, escaping with adrenaline coursing their blood in mischief.

But, when she searches for the good times in her rocking chair, the soft smile that caresses her features soon fade in a shady mist, and then she snaps back to reality. She remembers all the bad that threatened to shroud the good; she remembers what happened that frightful early morning.

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They’d stayed in that embrace well into the early morning hours, but that didn’t matter. They’d made a promise - an oath - to be with each other through thick and thin, but a promise is not always easy to keep. No matter how hard Y/N tried to see the bright side as she laid on her side, Cal’s head cradled in her arms, she knew that actions spoke a thousand words and were truly difficult to follow through with.

She stares off into the distance of the room, slowly brushing his hair out of his face and petting it once she was satisfied. She was comfortable here in her little safe haven, and she quite enjoyed the great memories she’s endured in this very room. The mere thought of her excursions still bring her a tint in the cheeks, but they needed to move soon, or they would be in bigger trouble than the last time they’d stayed.

Lightly placing his head on the soft padding of the crinoline that was placed underneath her dress the night before, Y/N scampers off to collect her clothes again, shimmying into her undergarments, corset and the dress itself, skipping the extra layers. Finishing the ties in the back, Y/N slips into her heeled boots without her socks, knowing that she has the ability to change into new clothes if she leaves now.

Placing herself lightly on her knees, Y/N grabs one of Cal’s hands and brings it to her lips, kissing it while the other lightly scrapes at his scalp lovingly. “Cal...” she whispers quietly, “You have to get up, Sweetheart. We have to get back to our rooms if we don’t want to get caught in here.”

Grumbling lightly, Cal’s eyes open slowly, looking up at the woman. Steadily, his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and it doesn’t take long for a smile to creep onto his features. 

“Come on Sleepyhead, we gotta get ready for the day,” she nudges him, a bashful smile encompassing her features.

All he does is hums soothingly, then, with a tug of his hand still tucked into hers, he pulls her to lay on his chest, the hand falling to rub soothingly on her back. Sighing, Y/N gives in just this once, hand moving to stroke his jaw. “We do need to go though, Cal.”

“Yeah, but I just want to hold you a little longer, before the world crashes on us and our relationship.”

“You plan on informing them today?”

“I think we owe them the knowledge, and we only have 2 days left on this ship before these people no longer have to be affiliated with us.”

“I’m with you if this is what you feel is right, but I would hold off until maybe a little later. If Rose’s mother is good for anything, it’s for making your life miserable as you listen to her whine.”

“That’s not fair Darling, she was just brought up a certain way.”

“I’ve spoken to Rose, Cal, that woman has dragged her through all the unfaithful things just be in this very spot.”

He hums again, staring at the ceiling. “Your never going to forgive her, are you?” Y/N asks, propping her chin up on his chest.

“I could learn to, I suppose, but it’s not a wound I feel like patching up just as it was cut. I don’t regret what led me here, but I feel remorse for what I lost with burning bridges on bad terms.”

“I understand,” Y/N smirks, laying her head back down. 

Cal strokes her hair for a moment more, basking in the peace, before patting her head with intention. “I think we should get going now,” Cal smirks playfully.

“Oh, now is a good time for you?” Y/N giggles, earning a chuckle from Cal. 

He doesn’t answer her, getting up and dragging his feet to the individual misplacement of clothes. Y/N watches him with admiration and desire, picking up the under layers of her dress from where they slept on the floor. Sighing, they leave the double doors together and go their separate ways, waving with longing eyes as they turn back to the world that was still unaware and unknowing of their new relationship.

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Y/N had made her bed that morning, something she didn’t do regularly or without being instructed by her mother. She cleaned her room up and left no traces of dirt behind, skipping breakfast altogether to bask in a long bath. Molly had told the women that she was feeling seasick, allowing her daughter the freedom society only allows rarely.

By lunch, Y/N was draped along a lawn chair on the side deck, reading a novel with a glass of tea. After some choice wording, her mother tore away from the wealthy folk too, and snuck away with her daughter for bonding time. She found her on the deck and played games, describing the shapes of the clouds and just embracing random conversations. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to Y/N every time they did something like this; to just bask in her companionship and bond with her mother.

And, by night, Y/N sat at the table with the rest of the people once more, claiming she’d felt better with a smile and sly glance at her partners in crime: Caledon Hockley and Molly Brown. It was the same banter, the same gossip. It felt like nothing was out of place and no one had seemed to truly admire the normalcy. 

To Be Continued...

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