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Imagine # 1,057

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW (Includes injuries involving flogging obviously.)

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

It's been a while since I watched these movies, so some things are not going to be super accurate. Just roll with it my lovelies.

Pushing Will aside (Y/n) stepped forward to face Davy Jones. "I will take his place." She stated suddenly, confusing both Will and Davy Jones. "You will take his place?" The Captain asked in bemusement, a amused smirk on his lips. "Yes." She stated confidently, shaking off Will's arm when he tried pulling her back. "(Y/n) what are you doing?" He hissed at her, again trying to pull her away, giving up when she shook him off a second time. "And why should I let you take Mr. Turner's lashings?" Davy Jones asked, several of his crew mates chuckling at the absurd demand. "Because then he'll actually learn his lesson." She stated matter-of-factly before continuing. "Will's a proud man, if you punish him, he won't learn, he'll only disobey you again, and the cycle will continue." (Y/n) allowed the Captain a moment to think before continuing. "But he's also a honorable man, and should I be punished for his actions, he'll think twice about causing trouble." She concluded, and she could tell Davy Jones saw her perspective. "Very well. The woman will be flogged." The Captain concluded, his men quickly grabbing her arms, and pulling her to the mast. "No!" Will argued trying to put a stop to this, he was grabbed by his father and only held back for a few moments before he broke away.

"You can't do this!" He shouted when he reached her, attempting to pull the crew members away from her. (Y/n) pushed them away and faced Will. "Don't." She warned, not fighting the men when they took ahold of her shoulders. "If you interfere, you'll only make this worse for me." She hissed at him, her serious expression turning to shock when the crew mates tore the back of her shirt open. "Captain get a look at this!" One of the guys barked with amusement, turning (Y/n)'s back to Davy Jones who stood with the rest of the crew. The crew burst into laughter, and the Captain chuckled in amusement. Her back bare to his gaze, Will gawked in astonishment at the sight, where over a dozen large scars littered her back. "It would seem this isn't the first time you've been flogged." Davy Jones mused, waving his arm for them to continue. "No no I can't-!" Will shouted when his father dragged him back by the shoulders. "Will you need to stop, if you keep this up, they will whip her to the bone." His father warned, and the young man went slack, knowing his words were true. "But shes- I-" Will muttered, cutting himself off as he locked eyes with her. "I know son, I know." The old pirate pat his sons shoulder in a vain attempt to comfort him. (Y/n) was shoved against the ships mast, her arms pulled around it, and bound tightly with rope. "She doesn't deserve this." Will muttered mournfully, his heart breaking at the sight of the fear building in her eyes. "She's a tough woman, she will be fine." Bootstrap consoled his son, releasing his hold on him, believing Will wouldn't do anything stupid or rash.

The first strike pulled a pained cry from the woman, and blood stained the deck, instantly getting washed away with the rain. Will couldn't control himself, when the second lashing came, rushing forward to comfort her. "Will don't!" Bootstrap shouted, but it was to late. Will stood before her, taking her hands in his, and resting his forehead against hers. One of the crew mates moved to pull Will away from her, assuming he was trying to free her. "Leave him." Davy Jones commanded, knowing Will wasn't trying to untie her, and allowing him to remain so close to her, knowing it would only hurt him more. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Will wept as she was struck again, and again. Her cries choked and breathless, the pain splitting across her back nearly unbearable. "I swore to protect you." His whisper was pained, as he peered into her watery eyes. "I'm so sorry I have failed you." He squeezed her hands, his own heart breaking at the sound of the whip crack. On the eighth whip crack, (Y/n)'s knees buckled and she fell slack against the mast. Will quickly moved his hands to grab the underside of her bent arms, and pull her to stand up straight. Knowing if she was hunched down, the whip was likely to strike her head, and the man wielding damned thing wouldn't care. "It's almost over." He tried to assure her, knowing the sentencing was only ten lashings. "Hang in there." He whispered, their tears mixing with the heavy fall of rain, foreheads resting together.

The ninth strike, and every muscle in her body shook from the shock, and pain of it all. The tenth and final strike came harder than the others, the force making (Y/n) crumble to the ground, despite Will's attempts to keep her upright. "She has the rest of the day to rest, but I expect her to be on deck working first thing in the morning." Davey Jones dismissed, the crew mates departing to go about their work, leaving Will to help (Y/n). "Take it easy, I've got you, I've got you." He murmured quickly untying her hands, and easing her into his arms as gently as he could. She whimpered in pain, clinging to his arms, her body still shaking from the shock and pain. "Easy firefly easy." He murmured softly, the nickname bringing a ghost of a smile to her face. "I'm okay Will." She murmured weakly, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Instinctively Will wrapped his arm around her back, nearly jumping away from her when she cried out in pain. She fell forward in an instant, and Will rushed forward to catch her in his arms. Now chest to chest, his hands rest firmly on her hips. Swiftly he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and buried her face into his neck. "I'm sorry, I've got you now." He whispered into her hair as he carried her below deck. Once they were below deck, and away from prying eyes, Will sat her atop a sturdy table.

"I need to clean your wounds." Will stated in a soft tone, slowly moving to unbutton her now ruined shirt. Moving slow enough to give her the opportunity to push him away, should she want him to stop. She didn't fight him, and allowed him to slide the shirt off of her shoulders. Gently he slipped the shirt from her arms, and tossed the ruined fabric aside. He kept his eyes locked with hers, as she sat before him, bare from the waist up. "Why did you do it?" He asked the question that had been burning in his mind like hellfire. "To keep you from causing any more trouble." She murmured, her words only making Will scoff. "Bullshit. Why did you do it?" He insisted. "Because it's what you do!" (Y/n) suddenly shouted as best she could, grunting at the pain in her back. "You protect the ones you love, no matter what it takes." She huffed before slumping forward. Despite the shock he felt at her words, Will was quick to catch her by the shoulders. "You..." He tried to gather his thoughts, a far away look in his eyes. "Forget it." She grunted, holding herself upright and turning her back to him. "My cuts need dealt with." She reminded him, and in a instant Will rushed to work. Carefully he cleaned each of the open wounds, unable to keep his mind from running a mile a minute. His fingers subconsciously tracing over one of the old scars, muttering an apology when she suddenly pulled away from him.

"What happened?" He asked in a soft whisper. (Y/n) chuckled bitterly, glancing over her shoulder. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one... Especially with a brother like Jack." She muttered the last part so only Will could hear. "Your-?" He cut himself off, knowing if Davy Jones found out, it could end horribly. "He's reckless." She chuckled again. "Just like someone else I know." Will smiled softly when she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I never meant for you to get hurt." Will muttered as he prepped a needle and thread. "Yeah I know." She shrugged a little. "But I also know that what I told Davy Jones is true. Had it been you to get flogged, you would have ended up making the same mistake of pissing off the Captain of the Flying Dutchman." He hated to admit it, but he knew she was right. "And if I was the one to get hurt, you might actually take the time to stop and think, and maybe just maybe you'd learn to keep your head down." She continued, hissing when Will began stitching her wounds. "We can't just do nothing." Will said, trying not to sound angry. "Jack will come for us, we just need to bide our time." (Y/n) said in a soft tone. "Jack? How can he possibly save us? You heard what Davy Jones said." Will argued, trying to keep his hands steady as he worked on her stitches. "He owns one hundred souls... How can he possibly get one hundred souls?" Will's voice was mournful. "Do you know how Jack came to owe Davy Jones so many souls?" (Y/n) asked pain evident in her voice, making Will slow his work.

"To get back the Pearl." Will stated, and (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Eighty souls would have bought him the Pearl. The other twenty were for me." She explained, her words making Will still in his work for a moment. "You see when Barbossa staged a mutiny, and stole the Pearl from Jack, he kept me prisoner. Knowing full well how close me and Jack are, he wanted to rub salt in the wound." She sighed when Will washed away the blood that had spilled as he worked. "I died Will." He froze at her words. "When the Pearl went down, I went down with her. I drowned of all things." She chuckled bitterly. "Jack bargained for twenty more souls to bring me back." She turned to look at Will. "Jack is reckless, a little crazy, and sometimes a selfish coward... But he always comes back, he always does the right thing, and he does whatever it takes for the ones he cares about." Will smiled faintly at her words, she really believes in her brother, and for her he's willing to believe in Jack as well. "You know... Before you told me Jack was your brother, I thought you guys were a couple." Will smiled at the face she pulled. "But I'm glad to know you aren't." He added before kissing her cheek. "I-" (Y/n) tried, but Will cut her off, turning her back around to finish patching her up. "And I'm glad to know you love me back." He added in a soft tone, kissing the nape of her neck, smiling when she shuddered in response.

Once he finished patching her up, he took and wrapped her torso securely with wrappings. And with that done, he removed his shirt, assisted her into it, and buttoned it up slowly. "What about Elizabeth?" (Y/n) asked after a moment, having been unable to think about what he said. "I thought you loved her?" She added. "I thought I did too. That is until I met you." His knuckles brushed across her cheekbone. "How many times have you saved my life, or protected me?" Will asked with a smile. "You need it." She smiled. "Yeah I guess I do..." His smile slowly faded as he thought about what had happened. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, that I did this to you... I promise... I promise you I won't let this happen again." Will insisted, resting his forehead against hers. "You know that's what Jack always says, when he gets me into some crazy situation that risks life and death." (Y/n) mused with a grin. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one, but luckily for me, I was born to be a pirate." She added, making Will smile. "You should get some rest, the Captain expects you to be working on deck in the morning." He helped her off of the table, laid back in the hammock, and pulled her gently to lay chest to chest with him. "Drink up me hearties yo ho." (Y/n) sang softly, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "Sleep love." Will encouraged her, kissing the crown of her head.

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Since you're asking for prompts,I was envisioning Will confessing to the reader in the same way George confessed to Charlotte in Queen Charlotte (the "my heart calls your name" confession) and thought it would suit Will really well!! Like maybe reader puts herself in danger by trying to save Will or something idk

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: I just ADORE Will Turner so much :3 and I love Charlotte the series as well so this was the PERFECT blend! Sorry for any mistakes folks! Also If you read this please please tell me what you think!!!

Your head was pounding. And not from drinking too much ale. You were sure of it.

Blinking your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Normally you would wake in a hammock onboard the Black Pearl, with the gentle sway of the ship welcoming you to another day.

But everything was steady and there was no creaking or moaning of the ship as it sailed.

Your eyes blinked once more, to clear them from any remaining sleep. Slowly your brain began to recall the last thing you remembered.

Davy Jone's crew.

A fight on an island.

Fleeing to the Black Pearl.

The Kraken attacking the ship.

The entire crew fighting valiantly to save themselves and their ship.

Huge tentacles rising from the mysterious depths of the waters you had traveled for so long.

Ready to kill.

To drag someone to a watery grave.

To drag Will to his doom.

Will!

You sat up with a loud gasp, eyes frantically darting from one end of the unfamiliar room to the other before finally landing on a familiar figure that had only just stepped into the room.

Will Turner stood at the threshold, holding a bowl of what could only be food. The scent of it wafted through the air and your stomach grumbled in protest at being denied nourishment.

Yet you could not move. Could only stare at the man as he stood before you.

"I see I managed to save you then." You finally said, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He was looking at you as if you were the very moon that hung in the sky. Which was utterly ridiculous because that was how he saw Elizabeth.

"And that we managed to escape in one piece." You raised a hand to your head, only to be greeted by a bandage wrapped around the entirety of it. A slight twinge of pain against your left temple made you aware of where exactly your injury was. "So, what did I miss? After I passed out?"

Whatever emotional turmoil Will had been battling he pushed it aside in favor of walking forward and handing the bowl to you. As you began to spoon the watery broth to your mouth, he pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed.

"After you passed out, we all piled into the lifeboats. I managed to haul you in as well." He paused almost looking at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him. "And you expect me to thank you for saving me?" You asked in a dry tone, to which he rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Elizabeth was the last of us to get on. But Jack.........Jack stayed. To act as diversion for the kraken."

Your eyes widened and you dropped your spoon into your nearly empty bowl. "He...what?" You whispered, sounding just as in disbelief as you felt. Sorrow passed over Will's feature as he nodded gravely. "Jack's dead, Y/n." He confirmed, to which you took a shuddering breath and closed your eyes, before slowly falling back against the wall behind you.

The both of you sat in silence, with Will reaching out to gently and almost hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours as a sign of comfort. "I'm sorry, y/n. I knew you were close." Tears pricked your eyes but you didn't let them fall. Though you did give a small nod. "As close as a person can be with someone who took them under their protection."

That had been the extent of your relationship with Jack. Your families were old friends, and even related by blood somewhere down the line. And when you had decided to travel the seas as a pirate, Jack had been the one who agreed to let you sail with him. Not many pirates were happy having a female presence onboard, but you had proved yourself enough times that it no longer bothered them.

You had been with Jack through thick and thin. Through fire and water. You had been the only one on his side, along with Gibbs, when Barbossa had mutinied against him.

If it weren't for Jack, you wouldn't have realized your dream of becoming a pirate. And if it hadn't been for Jack, you would never have met Will Turner.

When you had first met Will, him and Jack had just arrived at Tortuga to look for a ship to go after Will's beloved Elizabeth. You had been slightly mistrustful towards him at first, and also a little jealous since Jack seemed to be spending all his time with him. But given how easily Will had befriended the rest of the crew, despite his own mistrust of pirates, you had taken to forming an unlikely acquaintanceship.

You were the best swords woman of your age, and it showed when you would take to the deck and practice every single day.

                                          ————————–

Then one day, your sword clashed with Will's.

Your eyes met over the joined blades, gauging the silent question in his. A smirk was your response before you stepped to the side and raised your sword in response.

And so a battle of wits and skill began.

Your swords clashed, your feet danced, your gazes never wavered and neither did your determination.

The entire deck was your practice ground, and the rest of the crew had gotten well out of the way when they had seen the both of you begin to duel. The both of you used every prop to gain the upper hand. But never once did either of you try a dirty trick. And while there had been a sense of pride behind each fell of your swords, slowly they began to grow playful. As did your words.

Back and forth, back and forth. With your swords and with your teasing insults and quips. Smiled full of passion and energy playing about your lips as you both danced to a tune only you could here.

It finally stopped when Jack called out to you. Neither of you yielded, or allowed the other to gain the upper hand. So, with sweat lining your brows and barely able to get a word out with how you both panted for breath, you were only able to smile at one another and say.

"To be continued good sir?" You had said in a slightly mocking yet playful tone to which he had grinned and given you a little bow before speaking.

"As the lady wishes."

But you never did pick back up on the match.

Instead the both of you would simply find each other and talk. He spoke of his life growing up as an orphan, with no money and no family. You had spoken of your own struggles, and slowly, without you realizing, in the weeks that it took you to finally catch up to the Black Pearl, you were made aware of your true feelings for Will.

You would watch him as he interacted with the rest of the crew, and on more then one occasion Jack had caught you simply smiling at him. He had tried to discourage you, telling you of who Will really loved and how nothing could be done about it.

Especially not when he was in love with Elizabeth.

You knew of the consequences, but you simply enjoyed his company too much to just stop spending time with him. And while you knew you were setting yourself up for a lot of heartache, it didn't stop you from forming a companionship with Will.

Although that too came to an abrupt and almost cruel end.

To cut a long story short, Elizabeth was rescued and Barbossa was defeated. Jack had his ship and his crew.

And Will returned home to marry Elizabeth.

Whatever friendship had been blossoming between the both of you had fizzled out the moment Elizabeth had been rescued. And though you knew you were setting yourself up for heartbreak, you did not comprehend just how much it would hurt. How his lack of presence would effect you. He hadn't even offered a proper goodbye when he had left. You had thought that perhaps as a friend he would do you the courtesy, but it was not so.

He never looked back at you.

Not once.

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And so you decided to put him out of your mind. But never your heart. You couldn't put him out of your heart and it only made you miss him more.

So when he returned, this time for the purpose of saving Elizabeth once more, you were cold towards him. Cold and distant, even when he had approached you to speak with you. Your heart had cursed you for not speaking with him, but you were still too hurt over his dismissal of you the last time that you had no desire to forgive him.

All that vanished though, when Davy Jones appeared and agreed to take Will aboard the Flying Dutchman. You knew it was Jack's doing, that he had a plan in place, but that didn't stop you from stepping forward and volunteering to go along with him.

Out of love? Out of desperation? Out of your compulsion to protect the people you cared about? You did not know.

Jack had tried to protest, but Davy Jones accepted.

And so you found yourself standing beside Will, watching as the Black Pearl sailed away, leaving you onboard a ship of dangerous pirates, and a man who did not know how much you loved him.

At every turn, you tried your best to help him. You had learned long ago when to keep your head down and simply follow orders. Will was not a pirate. He picked up every chance he could to fight back. And when he discovered his father was one of the crew members, you had comforted him. And when he had been punished for his mistake with lashings, you had been the one to tend to him, cleaning his wounds and wiping away the blood. You had held his hand as he twitched from the pain, had stroked his hair when he needed a comforting touch.

Your mind screamed at you, at how you were setting yourself for heartbreak once more. But your heart rejoiced. You knew he was doing whatever he was to help Elizabeth, to save her, but you couldn't help it. All those feelings you had buried came rushing back to the top.

Your escape from the Flying Dutchman as well as the Kraken was pure luck. However, by your second encounter with the Kraken, when it came after Jack, your luck had run out.

You had been trying your best to avoid the lashing tentacles, as they grabbed man after man and threw them into the sea. You had successfully avoided capture, but only barely. Your eyes had frantically searched the deck, looking for a way to avoid yet another tentacle when you had spotted Will.

With a tentacle gliding his way to swipe him off his feet and into the water below.

You had screamed his name, had felt yourself leap into action. You ran, throwing yourself forward to push him out of the way. And you succeeded. Only for the tentacle, meant for Will, to hit your body with a force that had your teeth rattling and for you to go flying.

A flash of pain was all you felt at the side of your head. A voice calling out your name in utter alarm and despair was all you remembered.

And then darkness.

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Presently, you blinked away your tears as you set aside the bowl and looked around. It was the first time that you noticed you were in some sort of bed built into the wooden walls. The air smelled heavy and musty. Familiar even.

"Are we at Tia Delma's hideout?" You asked, to which you received a nod in response. "How many of us survived?" Will pursed his lips at her question, and you knew the answer could not be good. "Only a few. Gibbs made it. As did the both of us. And Elizabeth." Of course she did, you thought to yourself.

Wanting to change the subject you raised a hand to your head to press your fingers tenderly against your covered temple. "How long have I been asleep?" The thinning of Will's lips told you just how displeased he was with the answer he gave. "Three days. You were barely alive when we reached Tia Delma. She took one look at you and took you to this room. Working on you for hours before finally letting me in to see you." He admitted, sounding almost angry at the woman.

"Remind me to thank her later." You said with a small smile, as you leaned your head back against the wall and sighed. Your hand came up to fiddle with the skull and cross gold necklace that rested at your throat. "I can't believe he's gone." You whispered, feeling the loss of your friend deeply.

"Elizabeth is in pieces because of it."

You blinked. "Why would she be in pieces over Jack's death?" You asked. You had suspicions that the girl never really liked Jack. There was always some sort tension between the both of them.

"Because she loved him."

Will's words had you blinking in utter surprise.

"What?"

He frowned at the confusion on your face. "I thought you knew?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh yes Will, Elizabeth and I sit together for tea and gossip about our love lives." The statement did make him crack a little smile before he continued.

"Well now you know. Elizabeth loved Jack."

"But I thought you loved her. Weren't you going to marry her?" You asked, allowing your curiosity to show. With all that had happened, neither of you had been able to properly sit and speak. Not when your lives had been in constant danger by either cannibals, or mad pirates or mythical creatures or the Company.

So many people were out to kill all of you.

"I was. I thought I loved her. But I realized, when we got back home, that it was nothing but infatuation. She was the one who rescued me when I was found adrift. And we grew up together. So, I allowed my boyhood feelings to grow into something that was never meant to be." He paused for a moment. "Those feelings are all gone now. And I was glad she found someone to love. For a little while." He added sadly, glancing in the direction the door where Elizabeth was probably sitting beyond. You did too, almost expecting Jack to come swaggering in with his usual land-legs and a bottle of ale in his hand.

"I never expected Jack of all people to die. He seemed almost immortal." You admitted.

"Well he proved he was a mortal man and met his doom. And you would've followed him too, if Tia Delma hadn't been here." You glanced at him curiously, not understanding the tone of his voice. He was glaring at you, his eyes almost stormy. "How could you be so reckless? What you did was extremely dangerous, even for you Y/n."

"You mean saving your life?" A frown creased your brow. "I did what I did to save you Will. And if that is a crime then take me to the brig." You snapped with a roll of your eyes. "And aren't people usually grateful to those who save them?"

He glared at you. "Not at the expense of their own life. The Company is taking over the seas, we need every good pirate we can get."

Anger coursed through your veins. "Oh so thats why you were worried about me? Because you didn't want to loose a good pirate. Its all about strategy with you isn't it?" All your past hurt and heartache was beginning to simmer under the surface, and if you weren't careful you would probably say something you would regret. But you didn't care.

His nostrils flared. "How could you think its simply because of that? Do you truly believe I am that shallow?" He spoke angrily to which you gave a mocking nod. "Of course I do. I mean why else would you ignore me once you gained my friendship?"

"I never-"

But you cut him off. "I thought we were friends Will. But the moment you rescued Elizabeth you ignored me as if you never knew me. As if we didn't spend weeks in each other's company. And then you came back, and I was there with you on the Dutchman, but as soon as you saw Elizabeth, once more you pushed me aside. I am not something you can use whenever you desire before putting it aside to gather dust. And even when I save your life, when I rescue you, you say such things to me?" Your voice had slowly started to rise in octave with each passing word. It was a good thing no one was within earshot to hear you.

Will looked angry with every word that came out of your mouth. "You put yourself in grave danger, Y/n. You always have no regard for your own life or your own safety and it worries me."

"And why should that bother you? Or even worry you for that matter. What am I to you?"

"I only wish to help you Y/n. To protect you-" He reached out with his hand almost as if he were about to touch you but stopped.

You turned your head away. "I did not ask for your protection Will, I do not need it. Why would you wish to protect me?"

"Because-" But you didn't allow him to finish.

"Is it because you think of me as some damsel in distress?" He shook his head.

"No Y/n-" Once again he was interrupted from saying his piece.

"Or you do not believe me to be capable of doing anything."

His voice was almost pleading, imploring you to listen to him. "Y/n-"

But you barely heard him, allowing your hurt and pain to blind you as you spoke. "Why? Why do you wish to protect me so?"

"Because I love you!"

His deceleration came out in a shout. One that echoed in your ears and had your mouth parting in utter surprise, while you stared at him in utter disbelief.

For his part, Will had stood from his chair, hands buried in his hair as he began to pace the length of the small room, still speaking in an almost frenzied and desperate manner.

"From the mo-" His voice broke as he met your gaze. "From the moment I saw you." Suddenly he was sitting in front of you on the bed, clutching at your hand in an almost desperate manner as he continued. "I have loved you from the very second I saw you." His words washed over you like a warm ocean breeze.

"I love you desperately Y/n." His voice was trembling, every word sounding almost broken as he spoke. "My heart calls your name. And I cannot loose you. I cannot." With each word his hands raised to cup your face, only to bring you forward and press your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

And you returned it.

You felt your heart heal and break at the same time as he brushed a hand against your bandages. Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against your own. "I cannot do this without you, Y/n." He admitted to which you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him with all your strength, hoping to pour all of your love for him in that one simple gesture. "I suppose it is a good thing I love you as well then." You whispered against his neck, to which he let out a small slightly tearful laugh. "I am aware of that. Given how you whispered it to me when you were slipping in and out of consciousness."

You pulled back, staring at wide eyed at his grinning face. "What?!"

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He gently brushed his knuckles against your cheek, a gesture that made you blush. Your hand lifted to trace along the side of his face, enjoying how he closed his eyes, as if to savour your touch.

“I will never leave you Will. Just as long as you promise to never leave me.” You said, still stroking his face.

He nodded in response. “I promise.” His hand found the back of your head, urging you forward to close the remaining distance between the both of you.

This time the kiss lasted longer then just a few seconds.

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Where You're Meant to Be - 1

Will Turner/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,928

Summary: After being taken prisoner aboard the Flying Dutchman, you resent the men who have accepted your soul as repayment of another's debt, especially the Captain. It doesn't matter one bit that he's the most attractive man you've ever seen, not at all.

Flower and Meaning: frangipani || the strength to withstand tough challenges

Chapters: one || two || three || four

Note: my august work for the @yearofcreation2023 :) pirates of the caribbean have completely taken over my brain at present so this was so much fun to write!!

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The ship was an ugly thing, if you did say so yourself. Now of course anyone would be critical of a ship they were currently being tied to the central mast of, but this one was especially unappealing. The sails looked to be made of woven seaweed, rotting as it hung limply from barnacle-encrusted masts, and the dreariness of the boat was only surpassed by the terrifying nature of its crew. There was an emptiness to the men’s eyes that you couldn’t describe, and although your captors were no longer part of the sea by their appearance, you could feel the strength of their rage with every rock of the boat. 

You had heard the stories, you knew what this vessel did and who its previous master was, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hold too much sympathy for the men who were tying you to the mast of their ship. They may also be trapped here, but at least they were able to move freely around the deck, while you were essentially nothing but a decoration against the wood.

You also held a special contempt for the crew because they were the reason you were here. While your life was nothing special and you worked in a nearby saloon serving beer and rum to all the questionable men the traversed through the doors, you enjoyed the fact that you resided on dry land. Now, your latest whirlwind romance had been nothing but a trick, and you were traded away to settle a debt with the devil that kept this ship moving. You hadn’t even met the current captain, and you had quite the barrage of insults planned for when you did. What kind of lowly piece of scum accepts another’s soul in place of the one that made the deal in the first place?

You could feel the ropes around your wrists tighten as you heard the sound of heavy footsteps echo across the floor, and the mysterious captain of the Flying Dutchman was revealed. Unfortunately for you, words of battle had already left your mouth before you got a chance to see how attractive he was. “I demand you free me this instant, you arrogant swine!” 

And by heavens was he attractive. With long hair that was kept out of his face by a gray piece of fabric, a single gold earring that shimmered in the moonlight and the bone structure that could only be described as beautiful, you suddenly weren’t feeling as combative as you were before. How dare he not be the grizzled, old, and decaying figure you were imagining from the moment you set foot on this boat? How dare the man who makes all the decisions around here, the one who had very clearly ruined your life, be so attractive? This just simply wasn’t fair. 

The captain let out a short laugh, and your eyes searched his face, taking in the way his hair fell across his shoulders and trying not to let that change your opinion of him. “And why the hell would I do that?” 

“Because you took an deceitful deal, and I was caught in the crossfires,” you responded sharply, refusing to let him intimidate you. “If there was any heart left in your chest, you would be searching for the man who tricked you into wiping his debt clean, not lashing me to this post and moving on with your life!” 

Another laugh, and this time the crew members on board joined in. “You see dearie, Will Turner ain’t got no heart,” one of the men said as he stepped up closer to you, and the pungent smell of his breath was enough to make you gag. “Not anymore at least.”

The captain, whose name you now knew, spoke before you had a chance to respond to the crewman’s strange comment. “It doesn’t matter,” he said sharply. “The deal’s been done, and that’s it.”

The conversation was done after that, it was clear that this man did not have any patience for you, and he moved along the ship. You however, did not take the affront lying down, and you continued to spit insults at every passing sailor, including the (unfairly) handsome captain. They all ignored you, and you were starting to wonder how on earth you were going to get out of this, because you had no intention of spending the rest of your life in what could only be described as hell. 

After a while, your anger morphed into a refusal to speak to anyone. When the captain offered you food, you took the bare minimum, the entire time wondering where exactly you stood in the cycle of life. If the stories were to be believed, all of these men were dead, condemned to crew the decaying corpse of the Flying Dutchman as she sailed the seas for eternity, but you weren’t dead (well, as far as you were aware). And yet you seemed to be protected, and when the boat fell beneath the waves, you could breathe. You refused to believe that it could be anything else but the heart of the ship itself, because there was no love lost between you and the Captain. 

Will Turner may be devastatingly handsome, but the two of you traded insults every time you spoke. You didn’t expect him to try to be your friend, but you would prefer it if you were allowed to walk free on the ship for more than just a few moments each day. The ship was nowhere near land, where were you going to go? Even if you did manage to make an escape without anyone realizing, you would only be dooming yourself, and then you would end up tethered here for real, the very thing you wanted to avoid at all costs. 

***

It felt like weeks had passed since you were first brought aboard, but the reality of the situation was that it had barely been three days. The sharp claws of final judgment had not yet sunk into your flesh, even though you felt like you should be dead by now. Each day you watched as the creaking ship supervised the movement of departed souls between the realms of the living and the dead, looking empty and lost as they boarded small boats of their own and joined the procession alongside those who died on land. 

At night, the ship traveled the seas, and sometimes you were able to make yourself believe that this voyage was normal, and that you weren’t trapped here, serving as collateral on a ship of the damned in the place of a man who did nothing but lie to you from the moment he first said hello. The stars that twinkled above you were a reminder of the good and beauty in the world, and even though you knew little of the constellations an d their meanings, you picked out shapes yourself, assigning them whatever significances happened to catch your mind at the time. 

It was during one of your heavenly searches that you were surprised to hear footsteps coming towards you. It seemed that the Dutchman never needed a crew member to keep watch at night, because in all the time you spent here, you had never seen another vessel (even the vessel that had brought you here was a crewman’s lifeboat). There must have been someone at the wheel, but you were facing away from that area of the ship, and had no way to know whether or not anyone was there. 

Annoyed that someone was interrupting your time alone, you looked down from the skies and glared right at the Captain. “What are you doing here?” you asked, a biting tone to your voice that he must have known all too well by now. 

But instead of the usual retort, Will Turner smiled. “I couldn’t sleep. What about you?” 

“Very funny,” you deadpanned, nodding down to your tied wrists. “I think you already know the answer.” 

“I could untie you,” he said, seemingly out of nowhere. 

You almost burst out laughing. “Wow, I didn’t know you had a sense of humor, I almost believe you.” 

“Do you really think so little of me?” Now his voice had a tinge of sadness to it, and you genuinely wondered if something was wrong, because this did not seem like the same man who had traded insults with you every time he passed, that had allowed for another man’s debt to be paid with your soul. 

“Do you really expect anything more?” you asked. “Or have you forgotten the entire reason I am here?”

There was a stretch of silence before he responded. “I suppose you’re right,” he said. “But I would like to make it clear that it wasn’t I who chose to accept the deal, but a member of the crew in my place.” 

“But surely you could have sent me back.” 

The ropes holding you to the mast of the ship fell away as he untied them, and then he responded. “That’s what I had every intention of doing,” he said. “Until you yelled at me the first time we met.” 

“So?” 

“Clearly you’re not a pirate, because then you would know that no self-respecting captain would allow his reputation to be called into question the way you did to me.” 

“You’re right, I am not a pirate,” you huffed, sitting down on top of a crate. “And I would like to return to land, Captain.”

“Very well,” he said. “But please, call me Will.” 

Deep down, you expected more of a fight, and it seemed almost too good to be true. “Why the change of heart?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’ve been stuck on this ship for days, we’ve been nothing but rude to each other, and all the sudden you’re untying me and telling me I can leave? It seems odd, that’s all.”

He sat down on a crate across from you, and you were able to look at him again. “I know what it’s like to be trapped on this ship, and I never intended for that to be your fate. No debt has been paid, and eventually I will claim the soul of the man who thought he could cheat death by sending another in his place.” 

There was a genuine emotion to his voice, and you actually believed in what he was saying. “Thank you,” you said, a smile crossing your face.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before Will got up. “Why don’t you go get some sleep? I have a room separate from the others.” You stared at him with a confused look on your face, and he laughed. “I feel bad enough for trapping you here, the least I can do is offer you a bed to rest in. I don’t use it all too much anyway.”

He didn’t take no for an answer, and soon you were stepping into a small room below the deck of the ship. You could hear the cacophony of snores that signaled where the rest of the crew slept, but this room was completely empty, except for a decent sized cot, a small desk, and a couple bottles of rum in the corner. Compared to rough wood the ship was made of, the slightly scratchy bedding felt as if you were falling asleep on a cloud, and soon you had drifted off to dreamland, wondering whether or not this was all a dream. 

If it was, you didn’t really want to wake up.

- end of part one -

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"Sehnsucht" || Gran Turismo (2023)

Sehnsucht: German from sehnen (“to long”) + Sucht (“anxiety; sickness; addiction”)

meaning: yearning or craving, but the word as a concept and its roots can refer to a lingering illness of heart-wrenching pining for something

➛ pairing: Danny Moore x fem!reader

➛ idea: Two people too blind to see what the other feels until Jack Salter puts a stop to the hurting and wondering

➛ tags/warnings: Age difference, mature language, mention of drinking, idiots in love, hurt/comfort

➛ word count: 5k

➛ an: i am obsessed with this movie and Orlando Bloom so here we are - i wrote this baby in three days

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Fuck

Would have been the first word of the day but all you can do is groan as the feeling of something pounding inside your head drags you out of sleep.

The hammering is brutal and while your brain is still trying to fight back the lingering grasps of the night and you don't really know what is going on, you are sure you are dying.

"Fuck"

The curse, now being moaned against the warm spot of the pillow your face is mushed against, feels heavy in your dry mouth and hard on your chapped lips. The feeling is disgusting and not just because your mother always threatened to wash your mouth out with soap if you dared to swear but because your tongue is hefty and there is no spit left whatsoever and speaking feels more like grating the words over your teeth.

The hammering doesn't stop, it grows louder and louder, becoming unbearable as your body and mind wake up slowly.

Heat washes over your body in unpleasant waves and you try to kick the sheets away but they cling to your sweating body. You feel like you are burning up, not only from the sheets but from the inside as well. You kick the sheets harder, legs rubbing against each other until the fabric finally slides down and bunches together somewhere at your feet. You couldn't care less about where it lands.

The relief is instantaneous. A slight breeze caresses your nearly nude body and you slightly lift your head in the direction you presume the wind is coming from.

It's deliciously calm at this moment of quiet, the air fills your lungs, kisses the sweat on your body, sends refreshing shivers that soothe the pain in your head and a soft sigh escapes you.

Taking a deep breath your mind finally settles and in that exact moment the sweet moment of ease slips from between your fingers, blurred memories of last night crushing down on you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

A gasp tears through you as you sit up in shock, the sound tearing through your rib cage and lungs painfully like a punch and echoing through the hotel room you find yourself in. Your chest rips apart, every breath shattering another bone and ripping muscle after muscle, while the memories claw their way back from the hazy wall of your subconsciousness back into the forefront of your mind.

The dim light of the bar should've been dark enough to mush the faces, surely they had been counting on it, he had been counting on it but you would recognize him everywhere.

The dark hair with the curls falls into his face, hides his eyes which certainly are closed in pleasure and you can only stare at the hands that are currently raking through the locks, messing up the slicked-back style he favors. His arm flexes, the muscles straining against his shirt visibly even from far away, as he cages the woman against the wall while his other arm is planted firmly next to her head, hiding most of her but not enough that you don't see how pretty she is.

You should look away, save yourself from the pain the image inflicts on you and still- you physically can't turn.

It's like watching a car crash happen, it has been ever since Danny started talking to the woman. Him buying her drinks and flirting with her was the car losing control, spinning and swerving. The hope of everything turning out alright when he had dismissed her arm on his for only a second.

Hope blossoming under conditions far too dark, far too impossible.

Hope repairing the crack in your heart, only to rip it into pieces when he leans into her, whispering into her ear and she laughs and she blushes and you stare.

You stare

watching the car crash

watching Danny lead the woman to the dance floor

watching Danny put his hands on her waist, moving to the music, moving far away from you

watching them stumble to the bathrooms and not making it before he pushes her against the wall

watching alone from the bar, left alone, left to suffer.

And then there was Jack, pulling you into his side, placing a drink into your hand with a mumbled "Come on, drink up, kid" and you bleed and cry and hold on to the shoulder holding you up.

Danny left with that woman, you remember it clearly despite the effort to drink enough to forget. They had left not shortly after he had kissed her and after that, everything had been a blur of alcohol burning in your throat and stomach, the world spinning and turning and coming to a full stop somewhere after you threw up and Jack had to carry you back to the hotel.

It had become a recurring routine, an unhealthy habit you had fallen into ever since Danny Moore had kissed you after the first race you placed first, with all three of you celebrating and Danny and you walking along the beach after Jack had taken off to the hotel room. Your hands had brushed against each other, gentle like the waves coming up licking the sand, a soft caress of the side of his hand that wasn't stuffed into the pocket of his black coat until it became an intertwining of your pinkies, a soft and gentle fall of your hands into each other and his thumb stroking over your skin.

It was how he had pulled you in and kissed you, your hands pressed between your chests, breath coming quickly because of the swift movement and his lips tasted like the salty seawater when his lips moved in synch with yours.

You dry heave, another sob breaking out of your sore throat and would there have been any more liquid in your body you surely would have started crying again. But you were all empty, left hollow and raw.

Your eyelashes still stick together, as you lift a hand to rub over your face and they come back smeared black with ruined mascara. Forcing yourself to get up, you shift to the side of the bed, Jack's bed you presume from the black suitcase lying on the floor and some of his personal items scattered over the surfaces of the room. Legs dangling over the bed you lift your head and are suddenly confronted with your own image.

That Jack had a mirror placed next to the bed was a thought pushed away by the reflection you see. There is no room for any jokes as you stare at the puffy and reddened cheeks with black streaks running over them. They are an ugly reminder of how you tried to catch Dannys eye, the carefully applied eyeliner in the hope of him seeing you again ruined and smudged.

The bags under your eyes tell the story of many nights spent tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep with the things running through your mind. The question of why you were still trying is always there, whispered into your ear by your insecurities and fears in a voice that sounds strangely like Danny sometimes. Though you know that he would never ask you this.

He was still all over the project "GT-Academy"; despite the fact that Nissan offered him a bigger position which he had declined with a smile and a "No thank you, I am very happy where I currently am" to the cameras when someone had slipped it to the reporters.

They had asked you as well how you felt about Danny's decision, shocking you with this opportunity he hadn't told you about but thank god for all the media training. Falling into a perfected smile the astonishment and hurt were quickly hidden behind a positively neutral facade. You had told them you couldn't dream about working with anyone else than Danny and Jack on your side, moving the question away from its origin and following it up with the upcoming plans you three were working on.

After that interview, you and Danny had argued.

Again.

That started happening a lot more ever since he had kissed you on the beach and stopped looking at you the next morning. In front of the cameras, he was still praising you, talking about "combined forces" and "partnerships" and "teamwork" and "supporting you" while he strayed farther and farther from you away from the lenses and microphones.

Him joining you on the sidelines of every race, cheering for you and always hurling you into a hug if you did well became a rarity. At first the hugs stopped, became handshake and then he excused himself from the races, babbling about press conferences or filming commercials for Nissan before he simply stopped giving you an explanation and just showed up now and then.

He was slipping from your fingers, after three years of working with each other and flying all over the world to see new places and win races, he was harder to reach every day and every night when he would disappear with another woman you lost him more and more.

If you only knew what you had done wrong.

You flinched when a soft knock sounds through the room before the door is opened a crack and Jack tucks his head inside.

"So you are up already", he opens the door wider, stepping inside with the question you don't have the energy for to answer.

Instead, you shrug your shoulders, not turning away from the mirror.

Jack exhales and crouches down to his suitcase. "Don't know if you're hungry but I ordered some room service.", he grunts when he stands up again. "Suppose you should get at least coffee into you." A shirt is thrown in your direction and lands next to you on the bed. It's far too big, falling down to your thighs even while sitting down and you look like a child stealing their fathers' clothes.

"Thank you", you mumble, throat still dry and tongue still heavy.

Jack shakes his head, "No worries. Here, take this as well", he said and walks over to the bed with a bottle of water and what is probably an aspirin-both you take gladly.

While you swallow the pill and greedily inhale the cooling water, Jack sits down next to you. He leans back a bit, his hands behind him on the mattress and you wordlessly fall into the offered shoulder, your pounding temple pressed against his collarbone.

"You should talk to him", Jacks voice is low and the words spoken cautious and his left arm curls around your waist as if he knew you were close to jumping up and running away.

"Jack", you sigh his name in a weak form of protest.

He shakes his head again, before laying his chin on yours. "No I mean it. This won't go well if you don't clear the air", the words vibrate through your body.

"I have this under control" A lie. Not even a good one, as evidently proven wrong by the state of you last night.

"Don't lie to me, kid. I had to carry you into and out of the cap because you were so out of it. Not that I don't understand it. Shit, I did far worse stuff when I was in l-", he stops and you freeze.

The unspoken word hangs between you in the air, pressing down on you like a heavy weight.

"Kid-", Jack starts but you stop him, lifting one hand to lay it against his chest.

It's not like you have never talked about Danny with Jack. At first you tried to suppress the feelings slowly growing for the man but two years ago, when they started influencing your driving because you had no one to talk about it, you had confided in Jack. He had been surprisingly calm about the whole situation, not hot-headed as you knew him but maybe that was partly fault of the whole you still winning races and maybe turning up at his hotel room at 3 am with a bottle of whiskey had surprised him more than you spilling your secret.

So yes, Jack knew that you were falling hard for Danny, have been for a while.

"I didn't mean it like that", Salter says.

You sigh, deflating even more into him. "No, it's fine. I know.. I do", you pause, swallowing "I do love him"

The arm around you tightens and you feel Jack tensing up. "I will kill him someday. Fucking around with you like that. Fuck, he should know better" Looking up Jack wears a stony expression, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together.

"He has been in the media business far to long for him to fuck up this hard. And those women he fucks" He raises a hand and pinches the bridge of his nose, huffing out in annoyance. "Every damn press conference, I wait for the question about these women and their looks to drop and then I would love to see what he would do."

"Yeah", you sigh wistfully and turn your head back to the mirror. The next sentence is barely a whisper when you say it: "Why do they all have to be this pretty?"

In the mirror you can see Jack's eyes snap down to you, looking at you in a way that makes you think you missed something crucial and just when you want to ask him what that could be, a sharp knock comes from the door.

"Must be room service", Jack excuses himself, unfolding from you as gently as a man his size can and ruffles your hair. He stands up with another groan and you bite back a smile and a joke about how a man his age shouldn't be out partying this hard and late. There is another knock, knuckles meeting the door in the main room hard and fast, in an urgency that has Jack rolling his eyes. Grumbling to himself he walks out of the bedroom, heading for the door you can see from your place on the bed: "Fucking 5-star hotel and you would think with the money we pay they could wait a minute. Let me get that. You should eat something, and if I don't get ´nother coffee in me soon-"

The rest of the sentence dies on his tongue as he opens the door.

You stay quiet, watching in confusion as Jack's back straightens and one hand curls into a fist that surely wasn't a result of excitement at seeing coffee.

Then you can hear him, the low rasp of his voice, desperate and tired: "Jack, I fucked up. I fucked up hard"

Salter doesn't move an inch. Even when you can see Danny trying to take a step into the room, he squares his shoulders and blocks Danny's way with one hand stemmed against the door frame.

"Don't think you should be here right now", Jack says, a warning tone in his voice that Moore seems to interpret the wrong way.

"Oh, you have a girl in there?", you can hear him and see Jack shaking his head. "Then let me in, please. I need to talk to you about something important and I swear I will fucking explode if I don't"

"Moore-", Jacks voice takes on a low growl.

"No, Jack, I mean it. I fucked up badly. There was this woman last night at the bar, don't know if you remember but-"

"Moore, I don't really care who you pick up. If you need someone to get her out of your room call hotel security"

"No!", frustrated Danny groans. "She didn't stay. Not after what I did. Jack, I really don't want to discuss this standing in this hall! We have enough reporters on us already, don't you think?"

Before you had simply stared out the room, frozen at the sudden confrontation with Danny standing right outside but the mention of the woman, pressed against the bathroom, raking her hands through Dannys hair, her mouth clashing against his, you whimper and lift your legs slowly. Bringing them up to your chest, you wrap your arms around them, hugging yourself as to not break out into tears. You don't find any comfort in the fact that she didn't stay. It's even worse to think that Danny just finds a woman, fucks her and then she leaves him.

You could never leave him.

Not if he gave you the chance but he ripped that away from you before you could find out how his touch would feel.

What was it with these women that they could get his attention, even for just one night, but you were left alone to wonder and dream and hope and suffer?

The next whimper leaving your mouth reaches Jack and just when he whips his head to you, eyes looking you over to make sure you are alright, Danny uses the opportunity to duck under his arm and sneaks into the room.

You freeze up again at the sight of him. He is still wearing the same shirt as yesterday but now it's nowhere near as smooth, it's not even tugged into the black jeans and he looks so disheveled and panicked as he trips over a heel, your heel. Your hand flies to your mouth, trying not to make another sound and draw his attention towards you.

"Jack I need to tell you something and you have to promise me that you let me explain before you try to kill me, alright?", Danny stops, his back to the wide open bedroom door, and you don't dare to blink or move a muscle. You are fixated on his unruffled image, drawn into it by the pure realness of him. Where he normally is perfect, always knows what to say, always knows how to present himself to the public, he is now completely unraveled.

"Danny I swear to god-" Jack groans again. "Get out of here!"

"I can't!", Danny cries out, shifting his weight from one foot to the other "I fucked up. She could already be on her way to whatever newspaper is hearing her out and trust me; any of them will tear into her and then into us. Into me. Into her!"

Instantly, Jack's body language changes and with one swift movement the hotel room door slams close through a shift of his arm. "What the fuck did you do Moore?", he fixates the other man, staring him down and Danny shrinks, hiding between lifted shoulders.

"I said her name," he admits, and the room temperature drops.

Jack's eyes grow hard, his jawline is so tense you are sure his teeth are grinding against each other. You have never seen him this angry. Not this type of anger, anyway.

Jack Salter was hot-headed and was known for losing his temper if some of the male reporters threw some truly disgusting offers your way and a few years back when you'd tried to win your FIA-license and Nicholas Capa had made it his mission to nearly kill you on the track, Jack had been close to punching the arrogant boy in front of everyone at the podium.

This was a new version of his anger and it scares you how calm he seemed.

"You said what?", he asks, lip twitching and head following the question with a shaky movement.

"Her name", Danny moans, "Fuck, I was trying so hard and then I say her bloody name when I'm with another woman. I'm going crazy Jack, she's messing with my head and nothing helps"

Who was he talking about? You nearly break your skull thinking of the woman that Danny Moore had been seen in public within the last few years and while you can remember some names and faces from before the Academy, there were almost no memories of mentions or pictures popping up in the press after that. There have been the women at the bars, of course, but none of them had been with him longer than a night.

"Danny, I don't think we should have this conversation right now", Jack presses, moving towards the door again and his hand is already on the handle, fingers curling around the gold-colored metal when Danny explodes.

"How can you be calm about this, Salter? I bloody moaned our girl's name into the ear of a woman who is probably blabbing to a reporter and I need to talk to her before the press asks her why her mentor is thinking about her when he fucks another woman! I don't give a rat's ass who you have hidden in your bedroom! Tell whoever it is you picked up that you will be back but right now I really need your help finding-"

He turns around and your name falls off his tongue in a breathless stutter as his gaze glides into the bedroom. Onto you, sitting in Jack's bed with Jack's shirt, clinging to your legs in an attempt to calm down your breathing that has quickened up during the last few minutes and has now become quite panicked.

You two stare at each other, you already with tears blurring your vision but you can clearly see Jack rubbing a face over his beard. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, grinding out a: "Well now fuck this", before he pushes past Moore, who is standing still in the middle of the room, the arm he had swung into the direction of the bedroom dropping to his side.

The words are burning themselves into your mind as you stare at him, scorching your skin all the way down into your heart which surely has stopped beating because this can't be real.

Your hands fist themselves into the fabric of the shirt, knuckles becoming white with the strength and while your fingernails press into your palms nearly painfully sharp, you can't stop.

Danny Moore has a look in his face that you can't describe. If you had to try though, you would think of a mixture of absolute shock as he first sees you, morphing into anger, longing, and fear in a speed that not even your cars can achieve. His mouth opens to say something and you beg him with your eyes to please say anything, but he just lets his jaw open and close.

The great Danny Moore. Speechless at the sight of a bit of naked skin and you in Jack's hotel room.

Ironic how much you had wished for most of this.

While you and Danny continue the contest of not breaking away from each other, Jack is cursing and grabbing some stuff like his phone, a watch and the coat hanging over the end of the bedframe. He stalks over to your side of the bed again, taking your chin into his hands when you don't react to him calling your name and forces you gently to look at him. His eyes glide over your face, thumbs swiping away the few tears that have escaped down your cheek.

"You need to tell him", he says quietly to you, holding your face in the large palm of his hand. "You tell him everything and I am sure it will work out, kid. Be brave" Jack presses his forehead against yours before he turns and points a finger at Danny.

"If you do any more stupid shit I will nail you to the ground by your balls, Moore.", the threat has Danny nod, even though his eyes show he has no idea what is going on right now.

With that Jack disappears out of the door and the slam is loud enough that you flinch. The aspirin may have worked but the whole situation has your head hurting again.

You look from the door back to Danny, wincing at the man slowly walks into the bedroom. He stops at the doorstep, his posture unsure and drawn into himself like a mirror of how you are holding up.

You wait with bated breath for him to say what is going on, what he meant before.

He finally opens his mouth again, speaking slowly: "So you and Jack, huh?" and the laugh that leaves you is tinted in agony.

"No", you shake your head. "No, not me and Jack. I just slept here" It's a poor explanation, one that doesn't cover how you had curled into the other man's chest as you cried yourself to sleep. You half-heartily lift your chin and point into the other room. "He slept on the couch"

"Ah", Danny nods and pushes his hands into the pocket of his pants. He seems so unsure, so lost and nothing like the man Nissan prides itself with as marketing manager. No sign of his self-confidence in front of the cameras, just as little of his ability to speak quickly and well articulated in any situation. He is a picture of misery.

You two must make a fantastic looking couple right now. Nissans employee of the month and flagship racer reduced to two lost souls staring at each other in completely inappropriate states and a longing between them that would put Shakespeare's tragedies to shame.

You lose the tight grip on your legs, letting them fall back onto the mattress. "Do you mean it? What you said to Jack."

Dannys face screws up and he raises a hand to run it through the mess that is his hair. "Darling, I didn't want you to hear it like that", he starts and you can hear the apologies creeping their way into the conversation, the attempt he will grap on to deny because you know Danny and you know he will always try to save a situation with what he thinks is easiest rather than what is right.

"But I did", you interrupt him "I did and I want to know if you meant it. Because I really need to hear you say the truth right now" There is a begging edge to the words and you turn, sitting on your knees and pushing your fists into the crumbled-up sheet.

Danny comes closer, one step at a time, working out what to do and what to say. Brown locks fall into his face, eyes directed onto the floor like he can't bring himself to look at you.

But you- you can't look away from him.

He has the sleeves of his white shirt pushed up, his muscles flexing as he sits down carefully and leans forward, elbows on his thighs, hands rubbing over his face. You stare at the collar of the shirt, on the buttons he forgot or just didn't bother with and the skin that is right in your face because of it. There are freckles on his chest, dark stars dusted on his tanned skin, drawing you in in such a mesmerizing way.

His hands move to his hair, once again, raking his fingers through it though it doesn't change a thing. "Darling", he mumbles, focusing on his fingers and picking something nonexistent from his nails, "I have no bloody idea how I should start this, fuck. This shouldn't be how you find out, or what you deserve."

"You can't tell me what I deserve"

"No, but I know it's not me"

He finally looks up, dark chocolate brown eyes locking onto yours. There is a longing in them, one you have seen on pictures of yourself whenever someone captured you staring at Moore at press conferences. One that surely must be reflected in your gaze a well.

You shuffle closer. Close enough that your knees brush against his thigh and he flinches, his head twitching to the other side but one of his hands betrays his effort of holding back. It drops down to your leg and as soon as the warmth of his palm makes contact with your naked skin you gasp. Rough finger pads start moving in circles as you lean into him.

"Is that why you ignored me after the kiss?", you ask, and he nods.

"You deserve another man, a better one. Jeez, look at me." He points at himself, raising an eyebrow that radiates disappointment over himself. "I could be old enough to be your father and when I realized I couldn't have you I picked up women who looked like you. That's not the standard you should go for. You can go for so much better"

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you are about to say, about to admit.

"Danny Moore" You lean in closer, the mattress dipping under the weight of both of you so close together and your body nearly topples onto him. You use both of your hands to steady yourself, fingers digging into the fabric of his jeans. "You don't get to kiss me, ignore me and try to replace me", your voice shakes, breath stuttering in beat with the double tempo your heart has taken to beat in.

When Danny looks at you again, there is a smile on his lips. "It was easier than doing the right thing."

"And which would have been?"

"Never stop bloody kissing you"

There is a second in which you simply stare at him, the wonderful and stupid man in front of you and then you kiss him. It's not as gentle as the first one you shared under a field of stars, not like you had imagined it ever since. It's messy and raw, your feelings pouring out of your mouth in desperate kisses and Danny answers. His hands find your waist under the shirt, holding onto you as he kisses you back and your eyes flutter close as his lips move against you in such a perfect way.

Both of you know you need to talk, need to figure out how to move on from this point- not right now though.

Right now you just give into the longing, the yearning, the hope blossoming in just the right circumstances.

And the Sehnsucht in your heart explodes, soars as it finally finds what it has been looking for.

#gran turismo fanfiction #orlando bloom fanfiction #orlando bloom x reader #danny moore fanfiction #danny moore x reader #danny moore x you #jack salter fanfiction #jack salter x reader #gran turismo david harbour

[judgementdaysunshine]

Can I get a "tell me where it hurts, love" for William Turner but like him telling this to his daughter who got hurt playing with her brother TwT I just love father Will

Omg ofc 🥹

You are my light

Pairing: Will Turner x Daughter! Reader

Description: After you get hurt playing with your brother Henry, your dad will helps you and tells you how much you mean to him and your mother

You were playing and running around with your older brother Henry laughing as he would catch you and tickle you as your parents watched a few feet away. You were 3 years younger than henry being born in your family home and delivered by your dad who was in awe of the fact of you being born in front of him and holding you in his arms since he wasn't home when henry was born, you continue playing as your mom went and bathed while your dad watched you both smiling at his two children smiling and laughing loudly until he saw you fall down the side of the hill as henry followed after you trying to grab your hand not hearing your dad run over before he pulled the both of you up checking henry only finding dirt and a bruise on his arm while you had a cut on your shoulder and face with some bruises on your leg and arm quickly taking you inside as henry was apologizing for letting you fall. You were still crying but not as bad thankfully for your dad's warm hugs helping the matter while henry went to your mom who was drying off and putting clothes on when henry came saying he was sorry for hurting his baby sister and he hoped that your parents would still love him as she held him telling him it wasn't his fault, "Tell me where it hurts, love so I can help" you grab the back of your shirt trying to point at your back trying to turn but in a lot of pain crying again as he lifts your shirt turning you to see a big cut in the middle of your back along with a huge bruise as he grabs stuff to clean your cuts and anything cold for your bruise as henry and elizabeth walked in seeing tears roll down your face being covered in dirt. "What happened?" he looks up while finishing taking care of your back and cleaning the dirt off you "She fell off the side of the hill and got banged up henry did too but he wasn't bad just a bruise on his arm" she grabs and brings you clothes as your dad cleaned dirt off henry while you changed clothes and hugged your mom waiting on your dad feeling bad for what happened but mainly that henry got hurt "What's wrong sunshine?" you look at your dad while he bends in front of you, "I'm sorry that henry got hurt dad..." his face softens and he moves a strand of hair away from your face "Love it's not your fault and henry is okay he just has a bruise on his arm you got hurt more" you look at him with tears flowing down your face still feeling bad as your dad picked you up and holding you in his arms "He feels bad that you got hurt even when he tried to stop it from happening that he ran in our room thinking you were badly hurt sunshine". You look at as he wiped your tears away showing a small smile "Why do you call me sunshine?" he looks at you chuckling sitting down outside with you in his arms "I call you that because ever since you were born you have been the light of my life other than your mother and Henry of course, you changed me for the better, you made my life so incredible than it was before, you are my light when I am in the dark and when I see you smile or run to me when I come home from being at sea I am not in the dark anymore" you smile big as he kisses your forehead holding you looking at the sun going down "I love you dad" he smiles big as you go in and laying in between him and your mom as henry slept on the other side of your mom "I love you sunshine" you fall asleep on him while he holds you in his arms holding your mom's hand while she held henry in her other arm.

#orlando bloom x reader #will turner #pirates of the carribbean x reader #orlando bloom #pirates of the caribbean #will turner x reader

[wildwarcat]

Hello! I recently rewatched the lotr trilogy and fell back in love with Legolas 😍 if you’re still taking requests then I have a Legolas x reader fic to request! If you’re not taking requests anymore then feel free to ignore this 🙂 but I was thinking that the reader is immortal (they can be a kind of wizard similar to Gandalf but younger, or an elf) and over the centuries they visited Mirkwood quite a few times and became very close with Legolas. They’ve been in love with each other for a long time and when they’re both chosen to be a part of the fellowship they decide to get married in Rivendell before they leave because if there’s a chance they can die on the mission they want to made sure they’re truly bound to each other 😍 if you do end up writing something inspired by this then thank you in advance!

Okay it took me WAY too long to get to this request but I absolutely LOVE it! Like how could I say no to something like this?! Definitely gonna have multiple parts to this so ENJOY PART ONE!

For Forever Pt. 1 (Legolas x Half-Maia!Reader)

“You’re deranged if you think I’m letting you go on this journey without me.” You said, propped up against a pillar while Legolas inspected his arrows for any faults. 

“And you’re deranged if you think I’ll let you put yourself in danger like that.” He answered, not looking up from his arrows. 

You smirked and rolled your eyes, “I’ve had my fair share of danger in my five thousand years of life, mel nin. You should know that better than anyone.”

“And the last time we faced an enemy that came even close to this, you nearly died in my arms!” Legolas snapped suddenly, his blue eyes meeting your y/e/c orbs with fear. You cocked your head gently, your expression softening from arrogance to understanding.

“So that’s what this is about, is it?” You whispered, knowing that he could hear you, “My magic failed me that day. Azog’s forces were too strong for me then.”

“I nearly lost you. My love, my light, my life... all of it would have been snuffed out like a candle in wind had I lost you.” Legolas choked out, holding back the raw emotions that were coursing through him. He set himself down on the marble steps and let out a heavy sigh. You joined him, pulling the arrow from his hand and replacing it with your own smaller hand, feeling every ridge and callous on his palm as you laced your fingers together. 

“I was younger then; my magic was not strong enough to protect me because there had never been a time before when I had to wield it. Nor was I learned enough to wield it properly,” You admitted, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “But I am not as young as I was then, my talents have grown stronger, as has my magic. At the very least, my skills are more impressive than they were the first time we met.”

77 years earlier

“Remember this, Y/N. Thranduil is not one to be taken for a fool. Even the slightest offense may have you banished from his realm.” Gandalf explained to you. Even the wise old wizard had his hesitations about entering the realm of the Greenwood, but you, still being young in the eyes of magic and time, were fearless at the thought of having to stand before Thranduil himself.

“If all goes as we intend it to, then we shall not cross paths with him or his people.” You replied, glancing over at Thorin Oakenshield, his dark eyes fixed on the entrance to Mirkwood, “Though I do fear that Thorin’s brash behavior may cost us safe passage.”

Gandalf set a hand upon your shoulders and hummed softly, “That is why you are going with them, Y/N. You know the ways of Mirkwood better than they do. And you know what dangers lie within its borders. The trees are your father’s realm, but the power of a dying forest can only do so much. So, remember this and remember it well: do not disclose your bloodline to the King of the Greenwood, he will only seek to use it to his own advantage and that is something we cannot afford.”

You nodded and tightened the leather bracers on your arms before looking back at your mentor and friend. Gandalf was already climbing upon his horse, planning to ride south to look into matters that did not concern Thorin Oakenshield… yet. With a final farewell to the dwarves and Bilbo Baggins and final knowing glance towards you, the aged wizard nudged his horse into a lively gallop south, leaving you in charge of the company. 

“Alrighty, gents, off we go!” You called out, leading them onto the weather-worn path that led through Mirkwood. 

The sight of the Greenwood from within was gut-wrenching to say the least. Your father, Draefend, a Maia of Oromë, had helped construct this forest at the dawning of Middle-earth, as he had Fangorn and Lorien and all the other woodlands of this world. But to see his work perish before your very eyes sent a sharp pang into your chest. 

As you and Thorin’s company wandered ever deeper, your mind began to drift to thoughts of your father.

‘How could he let it come to this? Why has he not intervened?’

It was these lingering thoughts that had distracted you long enough to lose Bilbo among the trees and eventually, the rest of the company as well. When you no longer heard the complaints of dwarves behind you, you glanced back to find yourself utterly alone in the wood.

“Gandalf is going to kill me.” You muttered, looking around for any sign of your compatriots, finding nothing despite your efforts. That was when an idea clicked into your head. Making your way over to a nearby oak, you set an outstretched hand upon its withering bark and whispered the words taught to you by your father when you were young. 

“Mighty forest, I ask of you this deed. Show me Thorin Oakenshield.” 

Your eyes flashed gold, and in an instant you were travelling through Mirkwood without taking a step until at last you came to a halt at the nest of several giant spiders. Tangled in their webs you saw cocooned beings wrapped in silk writhing and squirming as the massive spiders inched ever closer to them. Pulling away from the tree, your eyes faded back to their usual color and a smile spread across your face. Gripping your sword, you took off in the direction of the spiders, feeling your physical form change as you ran, until you were set upon all fours in the form of a golden deer, leaping and bounding over stones and felled trees with ease until at last you reached the company. 

In the time it had taken you to reach them, they had broken free of their silk cages and were now on the attack, killing spider after spider before them. With a gust of wind, your animal form faded, and you stood upright, drawing your sword and leaping into battle.  

The battle, though intense, was ultimately short-lived when a small battalion of Silvan Elves appeared. Though most of the spiders were dead or running off, the elves made quick work finishing off the few that remained before surrounding you and Thorin’s company. 

Thorin tightened his grip on his sword, growling next to you as a blonde-haired elf aimed an arrow between your eyes, but you whispered to him in his native tongue. 

“Thorin, atkât!” 

The dark-haired dwarf snorted but relaxed his hand and silenced his growls. Your eyes shifted to the elf in front of you, who’s arrow was still trained upon your face. You raised a hand and pushed his arrow to the side without fear, shock filling his bright blue eyes. 

“Mín ceri- ú- anír- a cost. Mín onlui anír- na aglon trí i glad peacefullui.” You told him, making his brow raise in surprise. 

“Peaceful or not, your presence is not welcome here.” He replied sharply, turning to his guards, “Search them.”

At once, the circle of elves disarmed and moved in on the company, pulling weapons away. The blonde elf took care to search you himself, taking your sword and dagger, as well as the spare hunting knife you kept hidden in your boot. 

“This is unnecessary, mellon nin. We are not your enemy.” You argued, y/e/c pleading as the elves went to work binding your hands.

“We are no friend to dwarves. Nor are they friend to us.” He answered, before motioning to his guards to lead you all away.  

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After some time walking in silence through the deepest and murkiest parts of the dying Greenwood, you found yourself standing before Thranduil’s halls, a massive stone haven bright and white against the darkening greens, browns and grays of the forest around it. Before you, a pair of large marble doors swung slowly open, wide enough only for the company and their unfriendly escorts to pass through before closing again. 

While you would have liked to take the time to drink in the elaborate craftsmanship of the Woodland elves as you passed through the halls of Thranduil’s palace, you kept your eyes forward, following Balin as he was led down into the dungeons of Mirkwood, while Thorin was brought to the king himself. The blonde elf who had searched you earlier led you to a cell larger than those the dwarves were placed into and shut the door behind you, but not leaving as his kin did.

“Why do you linger, ellon?” You asked him, your back still facing him.

“Why are you in the company of these dwarves, bein er?” He asked, his voice no longer harsh, but soft and almost gentle. Heat crept into your cheeks at the name he gave you, but you still turned to face him, your expression steadfast. 

“That business is my own. You have no right nor reason to know such things.” You replied smoothly, smirking as you studied him from head to toe. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that. Everything about him said that he was of noble blood, from his armor to the color of his hair, and even the swords he carried were of finer make than his companions. 

“You are Thranduil’s son?” You asked him, a brow arched. He looked back at you in shock, but nodded nonetheless. 

“I am Legolas, son of Thranduil.” He said, setting a hand to his chest and extending it to you respectfully, “May I know the name of my fair captive in exchange?” 

Your smirk shifted into a delicate half-smile and you returned the gesture, “You may know me as Y/N and nothing more.”

#legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf #LOTR MOVIES #LOTR fandom #the hobbit #Desolation of Smaug #legolas greenleaf x reader #orlando bloom x reader #orlando bloom #request #lotr x reader

[whateverrr-duddee]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐝-𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲

pairing: legolas x reader

warnings: fluff! mentions of Frodo

summary: During the rest in rohan. Legolas becomes extremely clingy. And your determined to find out why!

“To Frodo and Sam” all cheersed and drank the ale. Being elves it didn’t affect you and Legolas as easily. You were currently sat with Aragorn and Eomer. “Are you excited to see Arwen?” you asked Aragorn he gave you a small smile “Yes, but i fear she made the wrong decision” he sighed. You looked up at him and grabbed his face “she made the decision that was right for her dont you ever forget that” he smiled as you spoke the reassuring words.

Suddenly, a pair of hands come on to your shoulders as the owner makes their way around the sofa to sit next to you. “Hello, nin mel” Legolas greeted you as he gave you a kiss on the forehead “Lass”Aragorn chuckled “i see you out drank gimli” Legolas softly chucked “it was indeed game over. although i did feel a slight tingle in my fingers at one point” Legolas’ soft voice carried amusement. “What’s in like your home countries?” Eomer asked whilst aragorn was explaining you felt legolas’ hands tighten on your waist drawing patterns. “ cin okaui nin mel?” you whispered because you knew his pride wouldn’t let him admit if he wasn’t.

He hummed and buried his face in your neck. You looked over to Aragorn mouthing “what’s wrong with him? he’s never this clingy?” he mouthed back “i have no idea, let me try something” Aragorn sat up and you began stroking legolas back out of instinct. “I don’t know what your going to do when we return Legolas” Aragorn sighed. Legolas merely replied with a muffled “What do you mean?” from your neck. “Well Y/N is the one of the most desirable girls in all of middle earth a lot of men and elves will want her” Legolas suddenly shot out of his little corner in your neck and faced Aragorn. “i have a plan” Legolas said with a emotionless face as per usual. “She is a very beautiful girl, The men here are tripping over their own feet after her” Eomer chipped in “And i will kill anyone who puts their hands on her” You Rolled your eyes at Legolas’ dramatic behaviour you grabbed his wrist “We are going to go to bed so Mr Gandalf the grey jr can get his beauty sleep” You mutters to Aragorn who laughed “Go night mellon”

“What’s wrong Legolas?” you asked as you go to your room in the castle. “nothing” Legolas lightly sighed walking over to you and kissing your forehead lightly. He led you over to the bed you expected him to spoon you. but the words that came out of his mouth made your heart ache for him. “can you hold me?” you knew Legolas was touch starved a lot. At the beginning of your relationship he was so cautious of touching you and was very worried when you hugged him for the first time.You didn’t say anything you just opened your arms up for him to lie on top of you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into your stomach. you played with his hair adding a few braids and twists into it before you broke the silence. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” you softly spoke he propped his head up in your stomach and took a deep breathe “i fear i’m going to loose you” he said it was almost a whisper if not for your elf hearing you wouldn’t have heard it. you traced your fingertips over thr tips of his ears sending a shiver down his body “you never have to worry about that” you smiled shyly at him “and why is that?“ he asked still unconvinced “because i’m incredibly and eternally in love with you Legolas Thanduillion” he smiled and tackled you on the bed….

#legolas #legolas x reader #legolas fan fiction #legolasimagines #legolas imagine #legolas fanfic #legolas one shot #legolas oneshot #lotr #the hobbit #orlando bloom #orlando bloom x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas thranduilion #legolas lotr #thranduil x reader

[streets-in-paradise]

Can I have Paris x reader where they are caught in the rain and it's so fluffy and sweet?

Sure, dear 💕 ( and sorry this took me so long)

Things that will grant me your love - Paris x Reader

Word Count 1.5K (aprox)

Warnings: Helen gets a terrible first impression of Paris ( and so does the reader), but he works hard to correct it

Summary: The political arrangements to seal the pact with Sparta demmands you to get betrothed to each other. Paris knows he has the lapsus of one visit to fall in love with you or your worlds would collapse, but he wasn't expecting it to happen so fas

Joy was hitting every corner of Sparta with the arrival of the trojan princes to discuss the pact of peace ending an historical rivalry between nations. Life in the city was a temporary party, but for you the visit meant much more. Your personal future was being discussed. 

Months before your uncle visited the palace to discuss the diplomatic plan your father proposed. He was very against the idea because he didn't want to abandon his aspirations of conquering the trojans and he was very vocal about it. In front of the dinner table while your stepmother and you were still present Agamemnon said he would never trust in a mere agreement.  Troy had to be bonded to his scepter somehow and the look he gave at you didn't need further explaining. The head of your royal house demanded a marriage alliance as a minimum requirement to accept that political strategy. 

Among the terms of the pact it was most likely that the spartan crown would present a petition of closure through a political marriage in order to appeal the command of Mycenae. The youngest prince, only one who remained unmarried, would have to become your husband. However, while Hector witnessed Menelaus' pride to your easy acceptance of the deal, he faced the shocked refusal of his brother. 

Paris didn't want to marry a stranger, his idealistic romanticism resembled the kind of objections spartans wouldn't even expect from their women. You almost felt a bit sorry for him hearing Helen laugh in response to his complaining. 

" Allow me to differ: You are being extremely immature and dramatical." She explained herself to him. " Is not even a horrible arrangement, I can promise you that this girl is wonderful. Come back crying to me when the best heroes of the country would be fighting for you, only for you to be handed as a trophy to a husband you didn't expect because his brother controls everyone. " 

In short terms, she secretly revealed to him the truth of how she became part of your family. 

" Don't you wish it would have been different?" The prince sincerely asked her. " I'm deeply sorry if you have given up, but I still believe in love. " 

Helen was visibly affected by that simple speech, as if he had accidentally opened a gate he shouldn't. 

" Welcome to Greece, trojan. Marriage comes first, love later if you are lucky. " You mocked him in her defense. " Do you think it will be easy for my people to accept that their princess will be married to a man who doesn't show signs of possessing a single spartan virtue? They are doing a sacrifice for peace, I suggest you follow them in spirit. " 

The cold reply was honest, perhaps a bit too much. 

" Don't go so harsh on him, I still think he is cute. " 

The prince smiled at her, but his face expressed way more than just gratitude. 

It made your blood boil. 

" Don't whore yourself in front of me, bastard!!! " You complained, Helen held your hand so you wouldn't slap him. " I'm your future wife and she will be your in-law. Get used to it. " 

It seemed to be settled as a total failure. His idealistic naivety made him ideologically against it and you weren't very excited about marrying a man who would be flirting with your stepmother. Paris wasn't the first one, but you were frankly tired of feeling like you had to compete against her.  She wouldn't even try, so you couldn't blame her for always stealing all the attention. Over time you had become friends, but you would never understand why your father thought he would be happy with that marriage. They had nothing in common besides his enjoyment of her beauty bringing them together. 

An alarming fact in which you resembled him, since the first trait you found attractive in your soon to be arranged fiance was his good looks. It was all you had as comfort after that disastrous exchange and you hated that. Despite loving your father, you would never want to have a marriage like his. Prince Hector attempted to reassure you because he valued your efforts in trying to make the deal work for everybody. He said Paris was going to end up surprising you if you would give him time, but you couldn't believe him untill the concrete demonstrations began.

Courtship by Prince Paris of Troy was a spectacle, his concept of romance was all about big displays. He was in love with love itself and those huge gestures were his own way to gain interest in you. To you it was all compensation performance, believing nothing could have changed since that flirty exchange he had with Helen. It was a matter of time until your father and you would get both cheated on, or at least you expected so. Those were the concerns occupying your mind until the most humble of his initiatives changed everything. 

An invitation to a hunting trip, informal passing formality to build bonds with your father that both princes had to participate in. Although he noticed you loved to be included, it was all an elaborate excuse to get lost in the wild with you. Guessing that his bowman skills would be enough to protect you both from the unfamiliar nature,  he would have hours and hours to talk with you all alone. 

Tired of walking and hesitant of his intentions, you called him out for it and released your frustration for everything. 

“ You did this on purpose… WHY? Why are you always doing insane things around me? I was fine with it when it was just a dashing smile while bringing me flowers, or when you made the bard sing that song in my honor … but this has gone too far. And for what? Just to convince the world that you don’t want Helen from the beginning and you are just conforming with taking me because you can’t have her.” 

Refusing to give one more step before he would answer, even though the gathering of clouds darkening the sky was a bad signal, you rested your back against a rock nearby.The change in the physiognomy of the terrain indicated that you must have arrived close to Mount Taygetus. 

Paris followed you and began to chuckle. 

“ Is that what you think I’m doing? My sweetest lady, how clueless you are to the real treatment a woman is worth!” He explained himself. “ I’m helping you adjust to me and how I expect to treat my wife, listing things that will grant me your love.” 

Your skeptical look was like a dagger being pointed at him. 

“ Then you are worse than what I thought! A merchant of deception, a ruthless seductor. You seek to win over your wife and mistress in a single try! Bring shame to my house and hope my infatuation would save you from the punishment of my father! I warn you, trojan. I will not protect you from a well deserved death.” 

“ Lovely titles, luckly born from misconceptions. “ He mocked your anger in a calming tone. “ My ephemeral mesmerizing with the queen was true, but i never claimed it to be love. If that would be the case, my dear, there would be no mortal force stopping me. I was told I must marry you to save the world, but for loving someone else I wouldn´t mind to burn it. I'm still beside you, willing to accept the interlacing of your destinies and that alone should tell you the veracity of my intentions."

The prince was getting dangerously closer to you, but curiosity impeeded you from stopping him.

" Would you believe me if i tell you that imagining new ways to make you fall for me day after day has made me a victim of my own tricks? " He sweetly confessed. " I have noticed how lovely you look when you are tired of me, but i also realized why. You don't believe in love, you are constantly making excuses and I have fallen for you loving the chance of showing you how love feels like. "

The divine looking charm of his beautifull face may had eased the persuasion, but he wasn't done yet.

" Noble spartan, always ready to sacrifice for your warrior homeland. I know i will never match your ideal husband, but I can fill you with love if you would let me. For my terrible reaction before getting to know you, i apologise, now i beg you to consider me from the deepness of your heart. Can it be space left in it for me?"

The sky darkened further and thunder rumbled, heralding the fall of rain.

You smiled, taking it as a prosperous signal inviting you to trust the sensitive awakening you were feeling. Ríght afterwards you iniciated the first kiss just as he was extending his cape to cover you both from the rain drops.

Heated passion was the only spartan value Paris felt sure of sharing with you.

#troy 2004 #paris of troy #orlando bloom #paris of troy x reader #orlando bloom x reader #paris x reader

[spideyanakin]

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A friend's warmth by @dashesofink

Accidentally marrying Legolas by @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth

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➪ Paris of Troy

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#Legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas x you #lotr #lotr imagine #legolas imagine #legolas x y/n #Paris of troy #Paris of troy x reader #Orlando bloom #Orlando Bloom x reader

[dontfearrr]

ask and you shall receive! @elia-the-bibliophile

i have a few warnings, i’m coming out of fan fiction retirement so bare with me. i didn’t proofread that well so don’t mind any spelling mistakes, i used some shitty sindarin translator on google so i do apologize if it’s incorrect, and. i think that’s all! :)

In my arms

gif not mine!

Summary: Thranduil isn’t very fond of you and legolas’s relationship but nonetheless he bares it.

Pairing: Thranduil x reader

Warnings: small hint toward sex (nothing specific)

Word count: idk tbh i forgot to check

Category: hurt/comfort(?)

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“final count, forty-two.” Legolas spoke matter-a-factly across from you as he ran his fingers over his perfectly crafted, elvish bow. You gave him a raised eyebrow and drew your sword in a blink of an eye, plunging it into an orc that had its axe raised behind Legolas’s back.

“forty four”

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It was midday in middle earth, you and Legolas had volunteered to clear the rogue orcs that ravaged near by villages, burning and spilling blood mercilessly. It wasn’t often you got to spend time with him due to your other duties in Mirkwood.

The Woodland Realm had been your home for many ages, you were an elf but a fool in their eyes. Woodland elves aren’t the wisest of the bunch but nonetheless, they’re your home. Legolas was the closest you’d ever get to a brother, he cared for you as family.

However that could never sit right with Thranduil.

He was a stubborn man, possessive some may say, which is why you and Legolas’s little adventure wasn’t mentioned to the elven king. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest choice considering he will find out eventually, he had men everywhere you look. At the end of the day, you’re accompanied by one of the most skilled princlings you’ve ever came across, so what could justify Thranduils brooding this time?

You and Legolas were on your way back to your residence, small talk was made but you both enjoyed simply just each others company, even if it was in silence.

“and what do you suppose daddy dearest will have to say once we return?” you inquired, not looking up from the ground as the both of them walked walked. “something along the lines of ‘no one leaves here without my knowledge, i’ve told you many times legolas’ then send me off as if i’m some child” He mocked his father, which earned a small smile in amusement from you.

As you entered the throne room, you and Legolas stood near the doors for a moment, exchanging farewells for the day. He embraces you in a warm comforting hug as he always did before he let you be, smoothing down the back of your hair and nodding his head before exiting to mind his duties. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for what was to come as you walked down the long stone walk way to the throne, which sat the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes upon. He sat nearly diagonal, legs crossed with his arms on either side of the throne. Glittery gems littered his fingers and crown that complimented his usual flawless elven apparel.

His long white hair shifted with his gaze as he spotted the smaller elf before him. He gave her no expression which was expected. He stared, waiting for you to speak, you could feel his mood from where you stood, it reeked of attitude.

Thranduil had spotted the interaction between you and legolas, it burned a fire of rage inside of him, only he was allowed to lay even a finger upon the elf. She belonged to him. His mind raced with thought but never cracked even a sliver of visible emotion.

“my lord” you began to bow before him until he raised a hand, putting a halt to your actions. You stood back up straight in confusion and shifted on your feet, Thranduils eyes staggering into you.

He finally spoke. “i don’t think i remember warranting your leave.”

You stood your ground, after all, the king would do anything for this she-elf.

“orcs were bringing treachery over near by villages, surely you saw the fires, my lord.”

You dipped your toe into the water, testing him.

His eyes narrowed at you, his thick dark eyebrows coming together, he was unimpressed. “and what does that have to do with me?”

“nothing, my lord. Me and Legolas simply volunteered.” you took no more than five steps closer toward the tall man. “we both had a free morning, i see not the problem.” Thranduil uncrossed his legs slowly, rising from his seat. His garments fell into place, the long white, detailed over coat trailed behind him as he made his way down the wooden steps. You were eyeing him like the finest piece of treasure, his grace and royalty always intimidated you.

“very well. however, i see no reason why my son had to accompany you.” he challenged, standing only a few feet from you, hands intertwined at his front.

“i mean not to disrespect you, my lord, but i don’t see a problem with the company of your son. would you have had me go alone? perhaps getting killed?” you know he would react to that, and he did. A long sigh drew from his nostrils, getting quite impatient despite having lived for more than 8,000 years.

“Thranduil, it is to you.” he steps even closer to you and peers down at you like an animal hunting prey. “you two seem.. close.” he followed up, taking the knuckle of his index finger to push a strand of misplaced hair behind your ear. “yes. he’s the only one who will even speak to me in this realm, other than you.” you finally raised your head up to meet his piercing blue eyes. “he is the only one who treats me like family. a brother.” you continued to further solidify your point.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve had a conversation like this with Thranduil. He’s a curious yet jealous mess, whether he likes to admit it or not. This conversation was slowly taking a toll on his heart, nasty remarks threatened his throat and boiling tears threatened his eyes. He remained calm, the elf in front of him reminding him of his purpose.

“he touched you.” Thranduil simply said while tilting his head to the side a bit. If this was his attempt at intimidating you, it sure as hell was working. He made something in your heart weak, yearning for him. “surely you aren’t jealous of your very own son, right?” your tone changed, attempting to take the upper hand in this situation, and based on his expression, it was working. your crossed your arms behind your back and gave him your best doe eyes.

“i mean not to make you feel this way, you know Legolas doesn’t think of me that way, and nor do i.”

Thranduils hand fell from your cheek down to your waist, gripping fairly tight as if you were going to disappear. “i know my son shall never dare to try my woman, but you are special and you know that. it wouldn’t take a lot for him to change his mind.” At this point you were bored of the conversation, you only ever had eyes for Thranduil, but that is hard for him to understand. He’s not used to this kind of love and anything that happens under his nose makes him rethink every single thing that has ever come to him. you were his star.

“oh meleth nin” Your heart ached for the king in front of you. He has seen many a heartbreak. He couldn’t bare to handle another. You were much younger than the elven king, but you knew when his heart was hurting, and you were going to fix that. Both of your hands raised to his face, his skin was like porcelain, flawless and pale. Your thumbs ran over his cheekbones, he instinctively leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. He may seem intimidating, but sometimes even the most wretched need comfort and reassurance.

“Legolas is no more than a brother to me. you need not worry. I pledged my heart to you a long time ago Thranduil and that is how it will stay.” you got as close as you could to him to where you could still reach him. Your hands never left his face and his arms came to wrap around your waist completely. “Im nifred i er aur im lothron ú- n- farn an cin.”(i fear that one day i may not be enough for you) He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Your heart shattered at the broken man. You wished you could take all of his trouble for yourself so he’d never have to bare them again. His head fell to your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. You’d never seen him so vulnerable before. You held the back of his head, gently smoothing over his hair and scratching his scalp.

“meleth nin, my heart and soul belongs to you. there’s nothing in this earth that could give me the love you do.” You whispered into his ear, kissing the pointy tips and they flushed red. You felt his body shudder at the action and held him closer. “don’t let a simple adventure spoil your mind.”

you lifted his head to face you and leaned yours against his. “im mel cin”(i love you).

Thranduil sighed in content and took your small hand in his, holding it to his cheek as his eyes fell shut once again. He kisses your wrist and opens his eyes. “i apologize for my behavior. it was unnecessary” he drops your hand and pulls you into his large figure, engulfing you in a warm embrace. You returned the embrace by holding him tight, breathing in his woodsy scent as you did so. your head just barely reached his chest, you felt like a princess in his arms. “your apology is accepted. you never have to question my devotion to you. Ask for reassurance and i will give it to you, sweet king.”

He released you and captured your lips in a soft but passionate kiss, he tasted of pine and elvish wine. you savored the kiss as your hands cupped his face, using your thumb to draw gentle circles over the points of his ears. You always loved his body language especially since you’re the only one who ever sees him express emotion besides Legolas. As the kiss ended, you smiled up at him, to which he returned but quickly was replaced with a huff of defeat, his eyes dared to close and his legs nearly trembling.

“you witch” he feigned the insult, merely joking as you gave his ears attention. Causing him to sweep you off your feet into his arms and head toward his chambers.

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[the-wandering-wonder]

By The River

I was rewatching Lord of the Rings, and oof. I now remember why I swooned over Orlando Bloom so much as a teenager...

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Rating: T (angst)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You've grown quite fond of Legolas, but when he disappears without so much as a word, your world is turned upside down.

You walk slowly towards the river Bruinen, occasionally glancing up at the clear night sky. A handful of trees litter the path of the river, marking where the beauty of Rivendell merges with the beauty of the forest. You take in a deep breath as you approach a particular beech tree, one that was slowly becoming your favourite.

You smile to yourself as you hear the feet landing behind you, slowing for just a moment as you see the familiar blond elf falling into step alongside you.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Legolas breaks the silence.

You merely hum in agreement, glancing at him with a soft smile, one that he returns.

You couldn’t quite remember how long you two had shared this routine, but he was always there, every night, ready to join you in your walks along the edge of the forest. Most nights you spoke, joking and laughing, but some nights, you enjoyed the simple silence, interrupted only by animals in the distance or the whistling of the wind. Truth be told (but never to Legolas himself) he was the reason you enjoyed your walk so much.

You eventually find yourself paused at the riverbank, looking down at the moonlight reflecting along the rippling waters. A breeze whips around you and you shiver, exhaling softly as you wrap your arms around yourself. You feel a warm presence behind you as Legolas moves to wrap his cloak around your shoulders, his hands resting on your upper arms. Without thought, you lean back into his touch, letting his warmth wash over you.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs.

You tilt your head to glance back at him, finding him gazing down at you, blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hand comes up slowly, resting along the hollow of your throat, his thumb and forefinger pressing up against your jaw, lifting your face to meet his. He dips his head down, tentatively brushing his lips over yours before pulling back and letting his hand return to its place on your arm. Your lips part slightly, but no words come, so you give him a soft smile instead, letting your head fall back to rest against his shoulder as your gaze returns to the waters of the river Bruinen.

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The next day, you find yourself busy, running small errands for the council. But Legolas remains in the back of your mind, his soft kiss replaying over and over. Once night falls, you grab your cloak and slip out for your nightly walk. You quickly make your way to the beech tree, pausing for a moment. When all you hear is the rustling of the water and chirping of birds, you glance around.

“Legolas?” You call out, looking up at the branches.

Your heart begins to race as your elven senses pick up no sign of him. 

“Legolas?” You call out again, silently hoping that he had somehow lost track of time.

No answer comes and you feel your breath run short, catching in your throat as your pulse pounds in your ears. You force down a deep breath before turning to run back into the walls of the city. You make your way to the council room, steadying yourself before approaching Elrond, who greets you with a nod of his head before returning to the map he was studying.

“Lord Elrond,” you begin, bowing your head slightly, “have you seen Legolas?”

“He is gone,” the elf responds, “A messenger came from Mirkwood this morning, and he left.”

You feel your heart sink to your stomach as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Your jaw drops slightly as you turn away from Elrond, clenching your fists by your sides.

“This troubles you?”

“I was just-” You pause, unsure of how to explain yourself to the high elf. “I did not know he was leaving.”

“Do not worry for him,” Elrond says, turning to look at you fully, “he will return in time.”

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You try to follow Elrond’s advice, busying yourself with whatever you can find and forcing yourself to focus on anything but the thoughts of Legolas. But days soon turn into weeks, then into months. And the Sindar elf does not return. You eat out of habit, on the days that you remember, and hardly ever venture out of the walls of Rivendell. Some days your heart aches as it did when Legolas first left, other days it feels cold and numb.

One day, Elrond, who had kept a distant eye on you as you grieved, approaches you.

“You should take a walk,” he says softly, “the air would do you good, as would the sun.”

“The river reminds me of him,” you admit.

“An unpleasant memory?”

“No, not at all. I just…I miss him.”

You stare at Elrond with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. He lets out a small sigh as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“Then go to the river, sit with the memories.”

Elrond gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before turning to walk away. You watch him disappear around the corner before turning your attention to the waterfalls scattered around the city, listening to the sounds of rushing water. You slowly walk through the city, heading towards the waters of the river.

You eventually approach your tree, reaching out to run a hand along the bark as you look down at the flowing water. In the light of the noonday sun, the colour almost matches Legolas’ eyes. A tear slides down your cheek as you turn to lean against the beech, sliding down to the ground and bringing your knees to your chest. Your eyes close as you lean your head back against the tree, losing yourself and letting time fly by.

You hear footsteps in the soft grass and you leap to your feet, turning to face the approaching figure. The sun glints off golden hair and your jaw drops momentarily before you close your eyes, deciding that your eyes are playing a cruel trick.

“No.” You say softly.

You slowly open your eyes, taking in the figure that now stands before you. Piercing eyes stare at you as golden locks flutter in the soft breeze. Legolas…

“I thought you’d left,” you murmur, “never to return.”

“You truly think I would do that?” Legolas tilts his head slightly, striding forward to stand in front of you.

“I didn’t know what to think,” you reply slowly, “you were just…gone. You never even said goodbye.”

“I tried to find you,” the blond elf murmurs, “but I couldn’t. And it was urgent that I return to Mirkwood.”

You take a step back and swallow as you stare at the river again, fingertips digging into the bark of the tree as it presses into your back. Finally bringing your gaze up to meet his, you see pale blue filled with concern and… was that hurt?

“I would never abandon you.” 

Legolas’ voice comes out as little more than a whisper as he moves in closer, bringing up a hand to caress the line of your jaw, catching a fresh tear with his thumb. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you feel his free hand resting ever-so-lightly on your hip. 

“ Melethril…”

Your eyes flutter open as you feel Legolas’ warm breath dancing across your lips, his own within inches. Your hands find purchase on his cloak as his body envelopes yours, your lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. You lean into him as his grip tightens on you, holding you close as your lips mold together. Your lungs begin to ache, but your desire for Legolas pushes all other thoughts back as you cling to him.

Legolas finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you both take in a breath. He tilts his head back to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze filling you with warmth. He speaks in a low tone, slowly and assuredly.

“I will always come back to you…”

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There are not enough fics for him out there! Please please please send me prompts for this man!! I need to write for him!!!!

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[ghostofskywalker]

Rescue Mission

Will Turner/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 26 of 31

Words: 1,238

Summary: When your husband is taken, you very bravely (or very stupidly) go alone to rescue him.

Note: today is actually a double feature of will turner fics, since i promised i would write a request for an anon a little bit ago.

there's some canon divergence in here for dead man's chest i suppose? it doesn't ever specifically follow the movie but it has to do with davy jones and i've just kind of wrote with the general vibe of things.

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You could hear the sound of Davy Jones’ voice as you crept up the side of the ship, with nothing but a sword at your hip and a wooden lifeboat bobbing behind you in the shallows, an unwavering determined expression on your face.

When Captain Jack Sparrow had returned to shore three weeks ago without your husband with him, you immediately threatened the pirate with certain death if you found out that he had let Will die. Triumphantly, the slightly drunken idiot informed you that Will was not in fact dead, but rather trapped on a ship with a ghost crew and no way out. You kept to your word (and didn’t kill him), but that wasn’t to say that he left the encounter completely unscathed.

So when the Flying Dutchman appeared at the port of Tortuga, you jumped at the chance to fix the mess that Sparrow had created and save your lover from a fate worse than death. You probably had a death wish, to try and go against Jones like this with no backup and no combat experience, but you had to try. You’d been handling a sword since your early teens, so your skill was all you had to rely on.

You climbed through one of the large windows on the lower levels on the ship, thankful for the fact that the rest of the crew was most likely on the deck. It would probably present a bigger problem for you later, but right now it was a good thing.

Keeping your steps as light and gentle as physically possible, you snuck up the stairs and took refuge behind a large pile of crates. You caught a glimpse of Will, with rope around his wrists but otherwise unharmed. You could also see a glimpse of his sword in one corner of the deck, glinting against the old and darkened wood.

But most surprising of all, you didn’t see Davy Jones.

Now, this was not something you were going to question, because you knew that if you could get out of here without ever catching sight of this ship’s captain you had a much higher chance of success. Pulling the sword from its place on your hip, you crept around the ship, keeping yourself out of sight of the two crew members who were standing in the middle of the deck. The rest of the crew must be off somewhere else, you realized, and you definitely didn’t want to still be here when they returned.

As you moved from the crates, you caught Will staring right at you, a completely shocked expression on his face. He seemed to mouth What are you doing here? and you just raised a finger to your lips in response. If even one of the remaining crew members suspected that they weren’t alone on this ship your elaborate rescue mission was toast, and you couldn’t afford to lose right now.

You knew that Will would probably have a lot of questions for you later, and you would answer them in due time, but right now the most important thing was getting him free.

When the crewmen descended to the lower levels of the ship, you knew that was your chance. You immediately began to cut the ropes around your boyfriend’s wrists.

“What are you doing here?” he whispered.

“Rescuing you,” you hissed back. “And we don’t have much time, so you need to listen to me.”

As well as this plan had gone so far, you were not particularly lucky after the ropes fell to the deck of the ship and Will picked up his sword, because the crew of the Dutchman were finally alerted to your presence.

Immediately, one of them lunged at you, and your sword clanged against his. You attempted to stab him in the heart, but he parried and blocked your blow. You could hear what sounded like Will’s voice calling out to you to jump overboard, and you hoped that you heard him correctly.

This crewman (who had what looked like rotting limbs and the head of a shark), made a stab at you, but you managed to dodge it. You were just about to make another move, but the second crew member attacked the first, giving you the chance to pull away.

You looked at the man in confusion, and he nodded at you, his eyes darting to the waters beyond the ship as he parried his crewmate. Not wanting to waste the chance to escape, you quickly sprinted to the edge of the ship, clambering over the edge at the same time as Will, and the two of you reached for each other as you fell into the ocean.

You were worried about slamming into the seafloor as you descended, but thankfully the ship had been anchored in a place where the water was deep enough for you to land without major harm. After a quick breath of air, you ducked back underwater and followed Will to a rocky cave just out of eyesight of the Dutchman. You had thought about swimming for the boat you had taken out here, but it would be too easily seen and generally too risky.

You stepped out of the water, immediately finding yourself wrapped in a hug before Will leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. You hadn’t seen him in so long, and you passionately obliged, wanting to never leave this particular moment. Despite the fact that you were currently sopping wet and were more than likely still in some kind of danger, this fleeting moment was the happiest you’ve felt in a long while.

When you finally had to pull away for air, you looked at Will. “Are you alright?”

He nodded. “We were lucky that Jones was finally using his day on land to hunt down Jack, or we could still be stuck on that boat.”

You nodded. “And we’re also lucky one of the crew let us go.”

His expression changed slightly. “That was my father, Bootstrap Bill,” he said softly, and immediately your heart broke for him. It was in no way his fault and he had no say in the decision, but you knew that he likely felt responsibly for leaving a family member on that ship.

You reached down to take his hand, looking into his eyes as you spoke. “It’s clear that he loves you,” you said. “Do you know if there’s a way to release him from Jones’ crew?”

Will shook his head. “Not without a huge sacrifice on my side,” he said. “And even so, I doubt Jones would be so willing to negotiate now that I’ve run away.”

“Speaking of that,” you said. “Are you still in danger?”

He paused before responding. “Yes. After today, Davy Jones has to wait another ten years before he can set foot on land again, but we would lose that protection on the water.”

You nodded, not sure what to do. “Maybe we can take a few days before going back out there,” you suggested.

Will smiled. “I’ll need to find some kind of crew anyway.”

“Well, you have me for sure,” you said, squeezing his hand.

“I’d never doubt that,” he said, leaning down to steal another kiss from your lips.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. The dangers weren’t over just yet, but at least you had Will by your side once more.  

- the end - 

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