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betwixtbeasts · 1 year
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BETWIXTBEASTS WRITEBLR INTRO
ABOUT ME;
hello! my name is Ezra, also known as betwixt beasts. I'm in my early thirties, acespec, bisexual, and non-binary, and I use they/them pronouns. I'm a college student and aspiring educator, and I have adhd, depression, chronic pain, and anxiety. I keep fish tanks, have a cat, and when I'm not writing or working on school I'm usually reading or gaming.
most, if not all, of the fiction that I write is romantic. and it's a rare day that I write something that doesn't involve some level of fantasy or sci-fi. oh, and it's all very queer. at the moment I'm posting a bit on wattpad, but I also would like to eventually use p*treon, and perhaps other publishing methods, in the future.
my hope is to make some new friends, find more to read, and also learn more about writing here on tumblr. and maybe promote my own work a little, as well!
a note; this tumblr may contain nsfw text and/or images and written smut. if you are under 18 or feel uncomfortable with that kind of content, please do not follow. thank you!
WORKS IN PROGRESS;
the dragon queen
To protect her people, Aellys must marry the dragonking, unite their empires, and defeat the leviathans who would rule them all.
Dragons and humans have been mortal enemies for as long as anyone can remember, and Queen Aellys hates dragons more than most. They’re monsters who deserve nothing but death and destruction, and she will personally hunt every dragon that sets foot on her land or wing in her sky.
But something worse is coming.
Leviathans are emerging from the sea, great beasts of legend who once had aspirations to take over the world. It was only when humans and dragons united were they defeated before. And it is only when humans and dragons unite that they will be defeated once again.
requiem (book one of the triumvirate trilogy)
A hundred years ago, vampires, witches, and werewolves emerged from hiding, revealing themselves to humanity. Soon after that, they took over the world. Forming the Triumvirate, the three ruling classes, humans became second-class citizens, serving their supernatural betters.
Oliver is one of the hidden, an unregistered human, hiding from the forces of the Triumvirate to live a life of freedom. Until he is betrayed by one he loves, and sentenced to ten years of indentured servitude. He expects to be sent to labor in one of the factories or in the fields - instead, he’s auctioned off, and sold to a vampire as a servant and source of blood.
Just when Oliver thinks it can’t get any worse, he meets his new master, the vampire Prince, one-third of the Triad who rule the country. Theo Montgomery has a reputation, and it isn’t a kind one. But Prince Theo won’t take what isn’t freely given.
And as Oliver is introduced to the decadent world of noble vampire society, he’ll learn nothing is as he thought.
at the edge of the sea
Prince Felix Darrow has spent his whole life dreaming of the sea.
But living in landlocked Vadraia, he’s never even seen the ocean.  Not until his father, the king, announces his marriage to Princess Nadiya of Apresh, deciding his future in one fell swoop. No matter that Felix has never felt an ounce of attraction to anyone before, or that he doesn’t want to become prince-consort. But his father insists he do his duty to his country, and so Felix is sent away, across the ocean, to a foreign land.
When his ship runs into a terrible storm, Felix is thrown into the sea, a deadly fate. If the water doesn’t kill him, the many creatures who call the ocean home surely will. Or so he thinks.
Until he grows gills at his throat, and scales on his back.
Felix is one of the seafolk, a merman, inherited through the mother he never knew. But as he discovers an empire under the sea, and freedom he never felt before, can Felix resist the pull of the land he once walked upon?
When he’s captured by fishermen, Felix believes his fate is sealed. Until a pirate attack changes everything.
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cxdemistake · 6 months
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—Time slips away!
Burn out, don’t fade!
Dance on my grave!
I will never be them!—
Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.
Canon and OC muses present
Currently mobile-only
Semi-selective, semi-active
Open to asks and messages
More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.
OC Links
*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*
Canon Muses
*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*
**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**
The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust
American Gods: Mad Sweeney
Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré
Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*
Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*
Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*
Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*
Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*
Chappie: Chappie*
Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*
Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*
Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*
Dirty Bomb: Vassili*
Disturbed (band): The Guy*
Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*
Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*
FNAF: Cupcake
Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer
Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite
I, Frankenstein: Adam
Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*
Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli
Kingdom Hearts: Axel
Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick
Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*
Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*
The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*
Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo
Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*
Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*
Portal: GLaDOS
Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*
Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*
Skullgirls: Valentine
Stardew Valley: Shane*
Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*
Spiritfarer: Gwen*
Suicide Squad: Diablo
Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*
Until Dawn: Chris*
The Village: Ivy Walker
Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*
Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*
Warm Bodies: R, M
What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*
Info About The Writer
Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.
I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.
I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.
I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.
Rules
The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.
In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.
In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.
Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.
I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.
I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.
Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!
I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!
One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.
If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭
If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!
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whatshernameis · 2 years
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It's SUNDAY! :D I managed to post it on SUNDAY! :D So I'm working through to put these earlier, one day is a success I guess xD @naruto-smut-monday
Pairings: Nariko Mori/Obito Uchiha, F/M pairing Chapter TW: Pirate AU, Magical AU, Merman!Obito x Pirate captain!Nariko, mentions of slavery, enslavement, shackles etc. suggestions of deaths, Kakashi is evil Chapter: 8/12 Chapter word count: 6,550 (59,504 for all work) Prompt for chapter: “Tailed beast” Chapter summary: Another dimension, another meeting - this time Nariko, a pirate, the captain of a ship "Konoha" finds herself at the auction, on which a strange creature shall be presented. Obito, the merman forced into human form through a collar put on him by an evil sea witch…
“Are you sure that the creature will be on today’s licitation, captain?” The question from a purple-haired woman sitting next to Nariko, was a clear sign of her impatience and disbelief. Not that she didn’t trust her captain, no. But the pursuit after a rare specimen that the merman was, to put it lightly, an obsession. 
Sure, the crew always came first, but as soon as everyone was paid, having their affairs done and all matters closed, it was time for Nariko to finish her own matters.
And for that she needed a creature, able to dive deep into the ocean. Deeper than any of her crewmates could dive, and deeper than any human being could do it. To the very bottom of the ocean, where creatures like mermaids and leviathans lived. Where no human could ever go.
“I’m certain, Yugao,” with her eyes stuck on the stage where the big man with a skin tanned deep brown from the sun, Nariko nodded, “I’ve been gathering information for the past few weeks, and it will be here.”
“Hope you’re right,” Nariko’s next-in-command yawned out of boredom, “if not, evening round in the tavern is on you.”
“Again?”
“Oh, yeah. Anko already lost her last share, playing cards…”
Nariko only waved her hand to shush the woman next to her. How many times she heard that one, despite warning her crew to not lose last savings in gambling, wenches or drinks? Well, it didn’t matter. The whisper rolled through the crowd like a distant thunder, announcing that the main threat of the event was just being led to the stage.
As surprising as it was, it wasn’t a tub filled with water, with a beast’s tail sticking out of it, but it was just… A man. A peculiar one - hair was ordinarily black, and he was tall, but the right side of his face - and judging by his neck and arm, rest of that side of the body too - was covered in a net of scars; a history of some terrible accident that happened in his past. The rags he was clothed in were dirty and torn, with red stains here and there, and at his wrists and ankles heavy chains were dangling, connected to the one thing that looked like new - a collar he wore on his neck. A shimmering, obsydian-black hoop, with silver engravings.
“And now, the main course of our event!” The tanned man shouted through the babbling crowd, “A mysterious creature, caught in the southern hot waters, bound by the special collar that prevents him from returning into his natural form! New owner, what will you do? Cut off his tail? Sell the scales to the sea witches? Or maybe you’re in for some…” The man raised his eyebrows in an ambiguous and somehow sickening gesture, adding to it a nasty smirk, “Maybe you’re into some exotic adventure?”
The crowd again waved, people raised from their seats, trying to see the quite normal looking “mysterious creature” more thoroughly, deciding if the beaten man is worth their money.
“We’re starting from one thousand gold pieces!” Emphasizing every word the seller again screamed through the crowd’s murmur, “and we have a first offer! Thank you, enigmatic man in an even more enigmatic face mask! Will I hear one thousand and five hundred gold pieces?!”
Nariko’s hand instantly shot up, earning another cheerful scream from the seller, and encouragement to raise up the price with another five hundred gold. 
Of course, the “enigmatic” man overbid her, forcing Nariko to overbid him. She was expecting to see him here, so the whole pran was prepared days before, when she learned about the auction.
She knew who that man was. She knew very well the white shag of hair, inherited after one of the legendary pirates, Sakumo. And she knew very well that unlike his father, Kakashi lacked honor in pursuing his goals, and with his crew, the mates of the “White Fang”, they were one of the most dangerous and merciless pirates on the seven seas.
And knowing that, knowing that Hatake man would probably use the creature to just find the treasures, keeping him in terrible conditions, or sell him even further. Or his parts in the worst case. So no, Nariko couldn’t let him buy the merman. Unlike him, she needed him only to find one small thing - a family trinket belonging to her mother, in exchange for freedom of the creature. Nothing more. No selling, no scales-plucking, no… Whatever sick people could imagine. Although there might be one problem - Hatake was much wealthier than Nariko. That’s why she needed Yugao next to her, and rest of her crew ready to do some fuss in the docks, near “Whit Fang”, exactly speaking. 
So when the price started to sky-rocket, reaching dangerously close to all Nariko had, she gave Yougao a sign to provide a distraction.  
The timing was perfect, and the outcome was exceeding Nariko’s expectations - her crew must’ve used all of their creativity, because soon one of the crewmates of Kakashi came running into the auction, screaming that there is a fire on “White Fang”.
A fire, on a ship, docked in a very busy place - that wasn’t something usual to see or hear about. Nariko’s crew certainly deserved another pay.
Distracted from the auction, the white-haired man tried to pay attention to the panicking blonde crewmember, who pulled his arm constantly, trying to drag him out of the place, and to what was happening on the stage. Yet, the hot-headed boy successfully disturbed his captain and people sitting around.
“And sold to the pretty lady with brown hair, the seeker of exotic pleasures! I’m sure this creature will be a treat for you! Get up,” the man growled, pulling the chains, giving it to one of the big thugs that were securing the event, who passed the cold metal into Nariko’s hands, along with the set of heavy metal keys.
Trying to avoid a painful look from the creature, and hateful gaze from Kakashi, Nariko gently pulled the chains, hating herself inside for doing that, leading her new purchase to her ship.
***
The inside of the cabin was simple, but cozy; it was obvious it belonged to the female - not only did the details like trinkets and colors give that away, but the scent. It was clear, not much different from the ones that mermaids left behind them. 
As enjoyable as it could be in other circumstances, the heavy chains and collar were something that successfully prevented Obito from putting in little more thought. For now, he had to focus on surviving, and the first step in this would be to figure out what that unusual person wants from him.
Because she was something else. From the start he could just feel the disgust with which she held his chains. Sadness and compassion in her eyes was something he had seen for the first time in human eyes. And, oh, how gentle she was while leading him on the deck, and scoffing the other females for making foul comments before she closed the doors into the cabin. And she was… Beautiful, beyond words he knew that would describe it. Despite his uneasiness, his heart fluttered, when the doors closed and they were left alone, separated from the outside world.
If only she was a mermaid, if only she belonged to the same species… He would take her as his mate, a lifetime partner. Deep in his soul he knew her, her eyes looked into him in his dreams, but only now, seeing her in flesh, he realized that. But yet, their existence was meant to be in two separate words - her on the ground, and his under the water surface; the problem without a solution, two words that were not meant to mix, and yet he stood here, in human form, thanks to a magic from evil sea witch.
“What do you want from me?” The words came from his mouth harsher than he intended them to sound, and in his head, he scolded himself immediately.
“Ouch,” despite the rough tone, Nariko smiled at the man, “no need to be hostile right away.”
He wanted to say that he is sorry, he really said did. But the enmity he met from her kind so far made him say something else, “You’re human. You’re all the same.”
“Now I’m really hurt,” Nariko gasped in a fake offense. She was well aware that previous ‘owners’ could treat him like shit, so the only way of gaining even a tiny bit of his trust was to show him that neither her or her crew were anything like savages he met before, “I haven’t said anything to insult you yet.”
“You will. Matter of time.”
“Alright, alright,” the smile didn’t come off her lips, when she rolled her eyes, and reached for the carafe with water. She poured it into two cups, and took both in her hands,  “I think we’ve started off on the wrong foot here.”
“Wrong foot?” Obito asked, confused. Not all human terms were understandable for him. Did she want to do something with his - sea goddess forgive him - legs?
“It’s a figure of speech, it means to start something wrong? Like you and me, we started our relationship just wrong.” 
“Relationship?” He asked, more and more confused.
“Oh, just- Okay. I’m Nariko, captain of “Konoha”, the ship you’re currently on,” one of the glasses she was holding, she reached to the man. Another act of being nice, right?
“Obito. I’m a-” he looked into the cup, feeling suddenly how dry his mouth was, how that urge to drink that all in one big sip grew inside him, but he was able to hold himself.
“You’re a merman, yes, I know,” she said softly. He was hesitating, it was more than obvious for Nariko. Oh how cruel people were to that poor, intriguing thing… “Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned. I figured you might be thirsty, or hungry,” the captain of the ship pointed at a little table, standing in the corner of a cabin, “and certainly you need clothes and water to wash the dirt away, and-”
Knocking on the doors interrupted her in the mid sentence. Anko opened the doors on the whole width, so a curious crowd gathered nearby could take a look at what's going on inside. 
“We are now on an open sea, Captain!” She saluted, unusually loud and officially. However her eyes were far from looking at Nariko - as well as the rest of the crew who had the line of sight Anko looked at the man, “and as you ordered, we looked through the supplies and found some clothes that should fit this… Me… Man, “she coughed, ineptly trying to mark that she wasn’t sure how to call Obito.
“Oh, very well, just… Put it somewhere-?” Off track and startled, Nariko gained a suggestive giggle from the rest of the crew, “oh shove it and get back to work! Or during our next stop, there will be no tavern and brothels!”
The giggle turned into a laugh, clearly heard from behind the closed doors along with the patter of feet running back to their usual occupations on the ship deck.
“So…” Obito opened his mouth before Nariko managed to say sorry for the behavior of her crew, “You're not gonna throw me under the deck and ask me about where I live, how many more of my kind are there, or ask about treasures that are left by my kin?”
“What? No,” dear gods, what he must have been through?!
“And you’re giving me clean clothes. Food. Water?”
“Yes, and there you can wash yourself from the dirt and- other things-” Nariko pointed at the pitcher and shallow bowl with a sponge inside, “the water is cold tho…”
“What do you want from me?” He seemed to be unbothered by the last fact she threw.
“What if I tell you that I need a small favor? A tiny one, and it would earn you freedom?”
Obito almost jumped from the excitement. He could go back home? No more being thrown from cell to cell, from hands to hands, being threatened? She could… He felt that the woman had compassion for him, and somehow, he knew she was speaking truth, “a freedom?! You gonna… You're gonna release me?”
“I will. I just need to ask you to retrieve some personal belongings. A family inheritance. It’s really just a small thing, but it’s on a sunken ship. Do this and I'll owe you your freedom.”
“There is nothing for free in your world, right?” Obito sighed, but a shy smile started to bloom on his lips. Adorable one, and if only the man wouldn’t be a merman who wanted to go back to his world, Nariko would have fallen for it instantly. 
Because, there was no way for them to… Nariko shook off the thought. It was impossible, no matter how much she liked his smile, voice or… Him. “There are some things, but I’m not sure if you’d like to receive them. Now…” She wanted to leave him, but the low goosebumps-inducing grunt came out from the man.
“Damned chains! Uhh…” His wrists and ankles were still bound by heavy metal. Scoffing herself internally, Nariko grabbed the keys and jumped to Obito.
“Oh, right, I’m so sorry, I should have done this much earlier…” She grabbed the lock, and started to fiddle the key in the hole, feverishly trying to open it.
“How are you so sure I won’t run away?” Still amused by the woman’s kindness, Obito wasn’t really planning or running at this moment. She was nice, and he was curious about the human being, no matter the fact that the same curiosity brought him into captivity.
“I’m not. Let’s say I just have hope,” she smiled nicely, and gasped the moment she saw red, deep abrasions on his wrists. But he was patient, even if she could see jaw clenched from pain when she gently removed the shackles from his ankles, revealing the same wounds as on the other joints. But the feeling of relief immediately washed over Obito, making his eyes roll, and pushed out a deep exhale from his chest.
“Besides I… I can’t take off the collar yet…” Like she was apologizing, Nariko looked away from him, ashamed that she had her selfish reasons to hold him here, instead of immediately taking off his restraints and releasing him.
“Yeah, I understand… It’s… It doesn’t hurt me though, that damn witch made sure that it would be comfortable,” he snarled all of a sudden with a hateful grimace, ”besides, it's part of this deal, right? It’s better than being just a… Thing. Now I have perspective? Or hope, at least? It’s nice to get these off finally,” he smiled widely, showing off the white teeth many would envy, and yawned just after. Feeling more or less safe, without painful chains, next to a pretty lady, with a promise to be free in a couple of days, finally, Obito felt sleepy. Finally his human form seemed to say that he can rest here.
“You must be tired…” Nariko said softly, straightening her voice a bit right after, “I’m sorry, but I won’t let you sleep with the rest of the crew. They are decent people, but I’ve seen bottles of rum they tried to hide from me, quite ineptly. So the ones who are supposed to sleep will be just making naughty jokes, and I doubt if you’d enjoy that kind of company.”
“So far I enjoy your company.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” he nodded. Why would he lie? “You’re different. You don’t try to take my scales or cut my fin off. Or leave me somewhere under the earth, in a waterless room in this form. Or…” Powerful shiver went through his body, when the memories of awful things that humans threatened him to do, and what they did, came back to his mind. It was excruciating to even remember these. 
“Hey, hey…” Nariko noticed that immediately, and out of a reflex she wrapped her arm around him. The merman was taller, so instead of squeezing his arms, she squeezed his waist gently, “I won’t do any of these, I swear on my life. Now… Please, refresh yourself and put on new clothes, and I will bring something to take care of these, alright?”
The man nodded, turning his eyes away so that pretty lady wouldn’t see little pearls of tears, running down his cheeks.
Yet, she did, and her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Nariko felt bad for him, an innocent man just born in a certain world, hunted by her own kind and used, terrified if not tortured… How could she not be gentle with him? How could she not feel the urge to take care of him, and show him that her crew and her are nothing like the ones who he had the misfortune of meeting before? How could she not promise him to give his freedom, even if in a few hours she was sure it would break her heart? She left the cabin with a hole in her heart, already longing to go back there and stay in the cozy walls forever. An abyss that only Obito could fill.
Was this that mermaid magic that everyone was scared of, and the cause of demise for many sailors?
***
When Nariko came back, Obito was sitting on the small chair, slowly eating something from the offered food. He had to fight the initial urge to hide behind his back, as he was in the prison again, but when the woman asked if he likes the food, again his body relaxed and tore down another wall he out of a reflex started to build. 
She was patient, waiting for Obito to finish, even eating with him. And when he was ready, she gently took care of his wounds, first putting a stinging solution with a sharp smell, and then wrapping clear bandages around wounded joints, soothing abrasions enough for the man to move wrists and ankles without pain.
The talk that began between them started off from some innocent questions - from Nariko about living in the world under the water surface, and from Obito about the world he was captive in for so long. And before they noticed, the day turned into the night, laughs and songs came from under the deck, as most of the crew was preparing to sleep. Even the ocean seemed like it was preparing for sleep, swaying the vessel only slightly. 
Saying that he had to accustom himself to the proper human bed, Obito nested himself on the soft furniture. It was the best thing he felt in this form - not a cold rocky floor, not wet from sea goddess knew what fluids, but a soft thing where he could wrap himself in more softness that made him warm almost instantly. 
“If you don’t like the bed I can hang a hammock here.”
“Are you kidding? Compared to stone walls and cold floors this is… This is amazing! And I can feel the water around. It’s moving… I can feel currents flowing beneath the wood… And tides, swaying this ship, in the same direction as the wind is blowing…” it was something beyond Nariko’s comprehension, as she got used to that sway over the years of sailing. And not without envy she listened to how he spoke about that, “We’re not moving fast now, and for a few moonrises we still will, but there will be a storm, I can feel it in the tide…” His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was talking in his sleep. An adorable sight that Nariko could loot at every day.
“You really can predict those things, Obito?”
“I do. I’m… Connected to the ocean, and when I’m surrounded by it I just… Know.”
“That’s a very helpful thing, and I see why every sailor dreams about having one of you on the ship. But don’t worry, I’ve made my promise,” she chuckled, seeing that one eye open suddenly, and observing her carefully, even if after a second or two he closed it out of tiredness. His voice was dreamy, his face too… There was no reason Nariko should wake him now, to have just some company to talk… She could stay a bit, watch him, but was there a point except her selfish urge? No, she shouldn’t… “I can see you’re tired. Rest now.”
“I will. But will you stay?” Obito asked all of a sudden, making her heart flutter out of excitement.
“If you want,” she said slowly, carefully. He could plan something to set himself free but… Why did she trust him the moment she saw him? “Then I will hang a hammock.”
“You don’t have to. Sleeping next to a pretty human like you won’t be as terrible as sleeping in between a bunch of stinky men.”
“Aren’t you a sweet one?” Suddenly, Nariko felt hot. Hot and aroused; excitement pooled down her belly. No, no, no. Nothing will happen. And he is not a seductive creature, after all, he is a merman, not a siren… “You would break a lot of hearts if you were a human.”
“I doubt it. I’ve seen those who were surrounded by other humans. Interacting. Talking. Laughing. Kissing. Even fucking. When I was dragged from place to place, I’ve seen how your kind is… Free on its own. You are beautiful, free and so careless… Each one of you is so different, and you’re not afraid of doing things, being proud that you are that way. In this form I’m nothing like any human I’ve met,” his finger lightly touched the scar on the right side of his face,” you, on the other hand, you’re more like them.”
“Me? How so?”
“You’re pretty. Good. You have a kind heart. I’ve seen your smile, there is nothing behind it. You don’t try to trick me or harm me… You’re flawless”
“I’m not flawless,” the bed squeaked when she gently sat down on the edge of it, “but it’s nice to hear that for once.”
Nariko reached for the kerosine lamp, giving the light to the small space; turning the knob she choked the flame and its light, making the moonlight trails glowing through the cracks in the shutters, the only source of light… So fortunately, one of them spilled the silver light on Obito’s eyes. They were glistening, black orbs that seemed to see in the darkness better than her.
“Are you sure I can sleep next to you?” Wanting a clear answer before her head touched the small pillow, Nariko asked, still staring at the dark eyes.
“Yes,” the man whispered, moving a bit, making more space for her.
Felt equally weird and right laying next to him; her curiosity made her look at Obito, with her eyes accommodated to the darkness, but the steady sway of the ship and soft  sough of the sea lull her to deep sleep fairly easily.
She couldn’t possibly see how in the next hours his eyes were stuck at her frame, seeing her almost perfectly in the dull darkness and she couldn’t feel how, out of sudden courage and softness, Obito’s fingers brushed away a strand that fell on her face. His fingertip touched her skin by accident and a strange current spread through him, like a jolt just gently went through his body.
And Obito knew that could only mean one thing for him: he fell in love with that human stranger.
***
The days passed by peacefully - the wind gradually blew stronger day by day, foreshadowing incoming storms as Obito said, and the waves white manes became more visible; but it was still a serene sail, the one sailors dreamt of being on the open sea.
The crew was curious about the new “member”, but decent enough to not make fun of him, at least, while he was around, walking on the deck and observing the daily work; he even started to hum songs along with the crew while they were working, and overtime, he even got his hands on some minor and easy work - of course, under watchful Nariko’s eyes.
And speaking of Nariko, every moment spent with the merman, she grew closer to him, feeling strange… Connection between them, almost like they knew each other since forever. And even if it was merely a few days, Nariko could already see the signs of falling in love - elevated heartbeat, heavwaves everytime theyir bodies touched, accidentally or not, and that weird empty feeling when he was not in her sight… Every evening they sat in her cabin, drinking weak wine and talking - about really anything, only to keep the conversations going… At the beginning. Nariko told him about her family, about where she lived, where she traveled. She showed him maps, she showed him souvenirs and weapons she collected during the adventures… And he answered the same, first shyly talking about what he had seen and how the underwater world looks like. Then he even started to sketch specific places and details.
But after days avoiding the silence stopped being as natural as it was, their presence around each other started to be enough for them to… Just enjoy the company.
It went further though - first night they slept in one bed, Obito barely dared to touch her out of curiosity. But with every day that passed, he got braver, even to the point of sneaking his hands around her waist.
And what was Obito’s astonishment when Nariko murmured that it's nice, pushing her body against his more. On that morning, they woke up in each other’s embrace.
Yet, it wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t weird, they didn’t scream and push each other away.
It felt normal. Good. Right.
And Nariko was sure that if he’d initiate something, she’d agree. Moreover, she was sure she’d initiate something more than just hugging and spooning… Especially after she felt quite impressive boner the morning they woke up embraced
Even if this was going to happen just once… She has to try; to ask and hope he won’t refuse her.
So the evening before they were about to arrive, and they were already laying down in bed, embraced, with heart on her shoulder, Nariko turned around in his arms.
“Hey…” her voice was soft. In her imagination, Obito was already leaning to her, pressing his lips to hers.
But even if he had a similar thought in his mind, a weird urge to possess that human being, he wasn’t sure if it was possible. Yes, he has been with others of his species. But not with a human.
“Hmmm?” Obito purred slowly, his hands tightened on the woman’s waist, “is there something wrong, Nariko?”
“Absolutely not… Actually, everything is very… Very good,” with her hand, Nariko touched the man’s cheek. Expecting to feel him move away, she was nicely surprised, feeling how he leaned into the touch, “I was wanting to ask you something… I was wondering if-”
“Before you say anything,” panicked, thinking that she might say something else, Obito interrupted her, “May I ask something first?”
“Oh? Y-yeah?” The proximity of his face startled Nariko, “What is it?”
“Could I… I…” he had to take a deep breath. Asking his kin wasn’t something unusual, but here, with a human laying beside him. A human that made his insides stir and his imaginations being vivid, “can I kiss you?” He breathed out finally, cursing himself for asking only for a kiss.
“You can,” Nariko smiled, “but first can I ask my question?”
“Please-”
“Spend this night with me?”
With his heart fluttering, Obito was more than happy to oblige. He leaned forward, and without playing it slow or gentle, he closed the woman’s lips in a fierce, heated kiss. Nariko gaspep out of excitement, when her thighs clenched at the feeling. She thought he’d be rather cautious, curious and shy, but sudden change of the mood, the heat and so obvious need turned her on further.
Enough so she rolled over his body, sitting on his hips, feeling a twitching erection against her already wet cunt, only material of their pants separated them from feeling each other fully, but that wasn’t a problem for long - hungry for her touch, Obito quickly undressed the woman, first throwing their shirts he learned to tie and untie during past few days, and soon their pants landed on the floor too. 
He had the advantage over her - the abilities that were still with him, his eyesight was much better than hers; he could see perfectly round breasts, curve of her waist, her thighs above his hips, so close from his cock, yet so far from the pleasure Obito wanted so much.
“The beauty…” He couldn’t stop himself from whispering, when his fingers trailed the path from her collarbones, through the valley of her breast down to her belly.
“Obito…” tilting her head to the side, Nariko let her hair flow with soft cascade on that side too. A cheeky smile bloomed on her lips, “you see in the dark?”
“Maybe. Better than you for sure,” his eyes were focused on her. He has seen human women before, but none of them could compare to Nariko.
“And what do you think?”
“You make me think that I shouldn’t ever take the collar off-”
“Would you?” Nariko leaned forward, her lips stopping an inch from his, “would you really?”
Obito only chuckled in answer. He would, he found his perfect other half. He didn’t care, not anymore, that Nariko was a human being. He didn’t care about the collar. He didn’t care that he wouldn't see others like him. As long as he could be next to her, sail with her, live on the sea with Nariko… He didn’t need anything else.
Nariko didn’t need any other confirmation, the chuckle was enough.
She could only rely on her touch and hearing. Unlike Obito’s, her eyes were not so useful here. So she immediately put her hands into use, wandering on the man’s body - from the neatly shaped collarbones, through his chest; both smooth and rigged, healthy tissue on the one side, against scarred on the other side of his body. And she wandered lower, to his abs, muscles so easily felt under fingertips. She could feel how tense he became under her touch, how the featherlike contact induced goosebumps all over his body.
As her hand reached lower, his breath hitched, the excitement rose with every move. When Nariko suddenly reached to his cock, now almost painfully hard and demanding attention, his back arched, and the loud groan rolled out from his tongue; even if he was far from combusting, the long needed and awaited touch was almost otherworldly - the human form offered different experience than his natural body, and he intended to enjoy it, squeeze out every ounce of pleasure he could.
But once Obito’s hands found her hips and started to knead her flesh, pressing her gently down, she knew he couldn't take any more of the teasing. So she followed as he pleased, her hand wrapped around his dick, feeling the pulsing vein under her palm, Nariko guided herself, slowly sinking onto the hard-on. 
Again, the man's back arched. This feeling was familiar, but somehow new. Every nerve was burning, feeling the warmth and wetness coating him.
“Feeling good?” She asked softly, once he fully sank inside her.
“You’re a miracle, I swear,” he sighed, and following his instinct he pulled her hips forward, making her move, “fuck…
“Let me take the lead, hm?” Placing her hands on his, Nariko started to move fully, raising her hips to fall back down on him, making his dick hitting some spots deep inside her.
It was a relief for Nariko; it had been too long since she was with someone, and this man, this… Creature was everything she ever needed - perfect in every aspect, she could tell him that she already loves him. She could, if the moans that escaped her chest made anything else sound incoherent.
He indeed was perfect. The way he fit inside her pussy, the way he brushed over the certain spots she couldn’t reach herself, the way his finger squeezed her body, to the point she was sure the bruises would be visible for the next couple of days. She could only regret that she didn’t meet him earlier.
The pleasure washed over her suddenly, making her body stiff, and her walls fluttering. Nariko was loud, not caring if her crew could hear her or not (they probably already made bets if Obito and her would have sex anyway). Obito’s name rolled from her tongue as her back arched, and her hands squeezed Obito’s palms hard.
So close to his own peak, Obito felt how his head spinned. Inner muscles clenching around him drove him crazy, and he just needed to chase his own release. With one swift move the man rolled Nariko over, making her lay on her back, with knees pressed to her chest.
Picking up the fast pace he listened to her wails, he felt how the overstimulation made her pussy clench tighter, how another wave of trembling went through her body. That was something that drew the line for him, his thrusts became sloppier, heavier, when warm strings of cum painted the inside of her walls.
Breathing heavily, Obito rolled on the bed, his back hitting the soft material of sheets. His mind felt empty. Blank, relaxed, elevated. 
“That was…” He whispered, but didn’t add anything else, as Nariko quickly snugged herself into his chest, making the man laugh and embrace her. 
“Sun will rise soon. We should get up before the crew would see us,” seeing now much better, as the sky became brighter and the first signs of incoming morning slipped through the cracks in wooden windshields, Nariko chuckled; her body covered in droplets of sweat, her breathing still heavy and uneven.
“Would it be a bad thing?”
“No,” she hid her face into his chest, “I don’t care about what they think about it.”
“Then maybe,” he kissed the top of her head, “we could stay past the sunrise?”
She was about to say “yes”. She was about to turn her head and place a kiss on his lips, when a loud explosion tore the peaceful silence of the morning, and the ships shook, the plates and cups fell on the floor with the loud rumble.
That could mean only one thing, something she feared deeply with every day, with every hour being on the open sea. Along with her lover, she quickly grabbed her clothes, throwing them carelessly over her body, just to cover their bodies.
“Captain!” Yugao’s voice was loud, panicked and broken, heard very well before she opened the doors to captain’s quarters, “we’re being attacked!”
“By who?!”
“It’s “White Fang”, captain!”
Nariko was about to throw orders, to prepare the cannons, to fight with all they have even if “White Fang” was more advanced than “Konoha”, even if this fight was futile, when another explosion shook the air, and Yugao’s frame disappeared into the cloud of dust, smoke and debris.
The ship started to tilt, making her barely stand on her legs, making the metal plates and cups roll on the floor towards the tilt’s direction.
“No- Yugao-” She took a step to reach the cloud of dust, but Obito’s hands grabbed her arms and turned her around. Fear was painted on his face, but that was fear of losing her, not panic about his own life.
“Take off my collar!”
“But-”
“Do it or we both will die!”  
“But my crew-!”
“You can’t do much now, the ship is going to sink!” Another explosion, another sound of snapping wood. The water started to flow into the cabin through the remnants of the doors, filling the space quickly. “Nariko, please take it off and take a deep breath, the deepest you can, alright?!”
“Fuck! Okay!” Her hands shook, as she took the key to his collar out of her pocket, praying to not drop it into the ocean's water, swallowing the vessel, already reaching her knees. She reached to the collar, grabbed the look with her hand to guide the key into the lock, “stupid fucking slippery-” finally she felt how it fits into the hole and turns with an ease, ”got it!” She shouted, when the water reached her chest.
Obito’s hands grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He started to change fast - even if his facial features didn’t change, the gills on his neck, the fins on his arms were more than enough for Nariko to know that he already changed into his natural form. And the tail. She could feel it under her, how he moved differently, freely. How his body was slicker in touch. 
“Breathe! Now!”
She complied, still holding the open collar with key tight in her hands, her body glued to the merman and her eyes closed shut. The water hit her face almost immediately, the flow of it was much faster than when she was swimming by herself, the speed that was impossible to reach for a human being.
Everything blended into one, her body numb from cold water and speed, the air in her lungs that didn’t last for long, the emotions and adrenaline that were whirling inside her… She didn’t notice when they emerged from the water. But when he saw her eyes closed, he panicked that he kept her underwater for too long. 
“Nariko?! Nariko, please, open your eyes, please, please…” 
“Obito-” taking a big swig of air, she opened her eyes. In the distance, she could see the smoke and the cursed “White Fang” sailing away from the spot where “Konoha” was just moments ago. 
“You’re alive, thank the goddess, you’re alive,” he pressed her body firmly to his, putting a kiss on the side of her head.
“What… What now…” Full of emotions and grief, Nariko couldn’t stop the sob that shook her body. There was no way anyone would stay alive, not after an attack like that. And even if, then surely Kakashi’s crew took them captive, and without a good ship, the pursuit was just… Impossible.
“I don’t know… But we’ll figure it out… Let’s get us safely on the land first, okay?” Still holding her waist with one arm, he used his second hand to turn her head towards him, to focus her attention on him.
Nariko nodded, with eyes filled with tears. In one moment she lost the work of her life, but gained something else, far different from what she had. Her life crumbled in one moment, but… There was a spark of hope. She was alive. And so was Obito. She could feel his tail moving in the water underneath her. But she still helt the magical collar. 
“Obito?”
“Yes?”
“I- Thank you…”
He smiled at her, both sadness and relief seeping from his gaze. Sun’s first rays emerged from the horizon, reflecting from the calm water, blinding both the woman and the merman.
***
Thank you for reading! Proofread by @kissmekakashi And big thanks to @half-baked-biscuit - without her, this OC wouldn’t exist in the form she is now. Be sure to check her works too!
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how it started:
"tehe, I wanna write some smut but my slow burn isn't that far yet. How about I use this cheap writing prompt and have my Oc and Danse have the guardxprince forbidden love trope for a smol story hehe hoho" how its going:
The Brotherhood represent steampunk ideals with scribes now as technomancers. The Prydwen is a proper airship now with little steampunk ships as vertibirds. The PAs are now mechs powered by arcane cores. The Institute is pure science fiction with heavy genetic modifying and sticking to more polymorph-like magic. With them and the Brotherhood its like that Leviathan series I loved growing up. Synths are the 'unholy' cross of using magic that's been tied with the soul itself which means its hella potent. The Institute when they first started with it were like haha slaves but then it turns out they can't control their souls, the synths can and whoops now a bunch of powerful magic users are now mad at their creators oh no time to run a harmful propaganda campaign via Broken Mask Incident that was a setup to get the public to hate them! Synth magic involves manipulation of one's soul and body magically so like Deacon is a shapechanger (who's forms usually are albino with black dots over the eyes like his shades lmao) while Dez is like a pyromancer but its literally her soul burning people. Glory meanwhile literally just becomes bulletproof by taken a bronze-like form. (Haha, get it? I ship Dez and Glory and Glory is the only one who can tolerate Dez's heat and and and) while Danse's takes the form of maybe some sort of bone armor? He doesn't know or understand it and it hurts like hell but hey anything to protect his friends. Ghouls are undead, where the nonferals are undead that are,,,, just chill lmao. Deathclaws are dragons. Hancock is a pirate king and Goodneighbor is basically a pirate cove of partying all the time. Preston's a satyr just trying to protect his fey friends and forest uwu please help-
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Elizabeth's Masterlist ☁
Hello, Elizabeth is the name of my Obey me! character but you can call me that as well ^^ (she/her).
I write mostly for Obey me! but I'm also interested in Genshin Impact and various anime. Can't believe this is a purely smut profile...
Requests: closed
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💞 - smut 💕- fluff/safe 💔- angst
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☁ Obey me! Shall we date
Lucifer
"Alone in the hallways" 💞
"Swapped" 💞
"Steamy" 💞
"Set sail" Pirate Lucifer💞
"Hotter than hell" & Diluc 💞
Mammon
"Caught in the act" 💞
"A helping hand" 💞
"The birthday demon" 💞
"One time, no feelings" 💞
"I'm your first!" 💞
"Movie night" 💞
"A little distraction" 💞
"Touching his wings" 💞
"Masquerade" 💞
"Stargazing" 💕
"Wouldn't want my friend to know I fucked his brother" 💞
Leviathan
"Back home" Admiral Levi 💞
"Any last words?" Admiral Levi 💞
Satan
"Taking care of a stressed MC" 💞
Asmodeus
"Cockwarming Asmo while he does your nails" 💞
“Having fun with my favorite humans” feat. Solomon 💞
Belphegor
"I want him to know how hard I'm fucking you" 💞
Diavolo
"Dress-up" 💞
"Relief" 💞
"Starry night" 💞
"Just watch" & Barbatos 💞
"King's order" 💞
Barbatos
"Butler's gift" 💞
"Just watch" & Diavolo 💞
Simeon
"Taste you" 💞
"An angel and the devil" & Kaeya 💞
Solomon
“Having fun with my favorite humans” feat. Asmodeus 💞
Other
"Reacting to MC's death" 💔
"Kinks" 💞
"The Demon Brothers as teachers" 💕
"The side characters as teachers" 💕
"Turning Cerberus into a show dog" 💕
"The Demon Brothers as your roommates" 💕
"Weird things about humans they used to believe in" 💕
"How do they take nudes?" 💞
"A piece of you" 💕
"The Demon Brothers as volleyball players" 💕
"The Demon Brothers meeting y/n's kids" 💕
🎮 Genshin Impact
Thoma
"Private lesson" 💞
Kaeya
"An angel and the devil" & Simeon 💞
Diluc
"Hotter than hell" & Lucifer 💞
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Ok no one asked for this but I’ve been meaning to put them all in one place anyway so here’s my
Noncon-free Samifer Fic Rec List
Multiship Rating (all fics have Samifer endgame ofc): 🤍 = No other ships
❤️ = Other ships w/ only other characters exist but are background
🧡 = Other ships w/ only other characters exist and aren’t the focus but get some chapters to themselves
💛 = Other ships w/ only other characters exist and get an equal amount of screen time
💚 = Other ships w/ Sam and/or Lucifer exist but are background/used only for plot development
💙 = Other ships w/ Sam and/or Lucifer exist and get their own screen time/chapters
Authors + Featured fics (basically, read all of their stuff but especially the stuff linked)
all_the_kings_ham (AO3)
You’ve Got to Pay For What You Break, 165k, M, ❤️💚 | Lucifer takes a bet he shouldn’t have and Sam gets surprisingly attached to a man he just met. Angel and Winchester family content!! Surprisingly sweet, but fair warning for late chapter, misunderstanding-based angst
A Northern Hymn, >132k (ongoing), M, 💛 | 1870’s old America au! Winchester’s are witches an Charlie is a Winchester. Because it’s what she deserves. The vibes are so immaculate and I can’t fucking wait to see where the plot goes. Baby witch Claire content!
Rain in the Valley, 58k, M, 🤍 | 16 year old Sam takes refuge from the rain in an empty church, and the coincidences that follow. I was torn between adding this one or If Not For You but this one is just. So good. Ending hits like a punch to the gut
ophan (AO3) [unfortunately the links that were here no longer work as op deleted 😔 however I do have pdfs of some of their fics including ones not described here & will happily send them over via DM]
The Light Beyond The Glass, 138k, M, 🤍 | Something else came out of Purgatory with the Leviathans and is eating them and dozens of humans, leaving nothing but white powder and rot behind. The only thing that can stop it? An archangel. Actually one of the first samifer fics I read! Top tier vibes throughout and some frankly amazing Dean POVs
Falling Down, 12k, M, 🤍 | Post-trials, Dean prays for an angel to save his brothers life. Lucifer answers. Domestic-ish s9 au bunker fic + some Kevin
Resonance, 19k, E, 🤍 | Despite Sam’s familiarity with dark Halloween rituals and the demon connected to them, Lucifer is the first to spot what’s really going on. Or, “the Devil doesn’t need saving but maybe Sam Winchester does.” Yet more utterly fantastic Dean POVs and tbh a surprisingly unique take on how Lucifer got back topside. Dark intense vibes but light on the angst, my favorite combo
Hades_the_Blingking (AO3)
Inseparable, 76k, E, ❤️ | Thanks to a well-meaning minor demon, Sam and Lucifer are bound together. Case fic, canon divergent from 5x11. Lighthearted and funny with genuinely some of the best smut I’ve ever read. Also the fic I made this meme about
A Silver Tongue and A White Lie, 4k, T, 🤍 | Rewrite of 11x9 with the best mix of s5 and s11 Lucifer characterization I’ve seen. Wish this were canon tbh
A Touch of Destiny, 115k, E, ❤️ | Planetary Ambassador Winchester is kidnapped, sold into slavery, and bought by Pirate King Lucifer, the man supposedly responsible for his mother’s death. The worldbuilding! The foreshadowing!! The plot twists!!! I love sci-fi aus in general but this one has to be my favorite
alas_horatio (AO3)
Misplaced Grace, 71k, E, 💛💚 | Sam agrees to cover for Dean as a roadie for Deans favorite band. The music!!!! Op has a playlist in the authors notes but I always listen to Lindsey Sterling. Amazing vibes throughout + some fun mid-youth crises.
How to Fall, 41k, M, 🤍 | Bobby, Sam, and Dean cast a spell that will either make Lucifer human, or bring him right to Sam. Very good mix of funny and profound; the sick Lucifer scenes have implanted themselves in my brain (affectionate)
Due Cause, 93k, E, 💛💚 | Sam is hired at the law firm of his dreams the same day the infamous senior partner, Lucifer, returns. The politics are a little outdated but otherwise very fun and surprisingly sweet. Lucifer is a dick, but like, in a fun way.
YouCantKeepMeDown (AO3)
Just Desserts, 77k, E, 🧡💙 | Sam and Dean are hired as bodyguards for the two youngest Shurley siblings. Shenanigans ensue. (Its mostly Gabriel’s fault) Technically Lucifer/Gabriel/Sam but I can’t not include it. (No actual incest, Lucifer and Gabe aren’t related) Also trans Raphael content!
Mafia Archangels Series, 82k total, 14 works, 💛 | 4 crime bosses walk into a bar. 2 of them walk out with boyfriends. Mafia stuff fits the archangels so well + even more trans Raphe content
Family Ties, 72k, E, ❤️ | Sam catches a man stealing his car, and then fails to properly tell him to fuck off. Manipulative little shit Sam plus not-quite-mafia business
SansPellegrino (AO3) [this one is kinda pointless because they’ve only got two fics and I’ve linked them but idk they deserve to be here]
Some Kind of Home, 67k, E, ❤️💚 | Castiel finds his friend Dean’s brother bruised and unconscious on a neighbor’s lawn and, vetoing Lucifer’s voting to just leave him there, drags him home and gives him a place to stay over the summer. So many angel family shenanigans. So many. Lucifer is gonna have an aneurism one of these days.
The Missing Piece , 30k, no rating, ❤️ | Castiel invites Sam and Dean to his older brothers’ island over break. Obviously they say yes. Lucifer is cheesy & the Shurley family is patched together with duct tape.
anactoria (AO3)
Devour, 12k, E, 🤍 | Lucifer finds Sam during 5x14 and offers him his blood instead. Immaculate vibes + canon nihilist Dean
Frozen Stars Series, 22k total, 2 works, 🤍 | Fantasy setting oneshots meant to just be porn but accidentally grew the makings of a plot. Great worldbuilding.
sparxwrites (AO3 and tumblr)
Late Night Study Sessions, 5k, E, 🤍 | Sam make use of the library being open all night to finish his essay, Lucifer makes use of it to get that dick. Exactly what it sounds like (midnight library bjs)
Untitled, 422, E, 🤍 | “samifer, bottom!lucifer, dirty talk” Do I rly need to say more
fightlikeagirl (AO3)
Bad Things, 2.2k, E, 🤍 | “A witches curse hits Lucifer in an unexpected way” Basically tentacle porn but make it soft.
Fairy Bride, 3.2k, M, 🤍 | Sam is kidnapped by fae who like him maybe a little bit too much. Lucifer comes to the rescue. Comfort fic it’s so sweet.
Abattoir Blues, 1.2k, M, 🤍 | Another AU of 5x14! Much less Dean mentions this time lol. Warning for slight dubcon cuz it’s not in the tags
entanglednow (AO3)
Idle Hands, 1.4k, E, 🤍 | Sam teaches Lucifer to jerk off. There’s literally so many fics with that title having to do with Lucifer and masturbation, and somehow they’re all great.
Lucifer Bound Series, 7.9k total, 3 works, 🤍 | Some well-meaning demons set up a ritual to bind Sam to Lucifer’s will but it ‘goes wrong’ and ends up the other way around. Aka Sam potentially saves the world by being the most demanding top ever
The Fourth Wall Series, 40k total, 15 works, 💛 | Sam, Dean, Cas, and eventually Lucifer discover the wonders of fanfic. Specifically the stuff about themselves. Apparently this one is a classic and tbh I get why.
kngfisher (AO3) [all their fics as of this edit have been orphaned and the profile link is no longer helpful — the link here leads to a compilation of them]
Preventative Measures, 21k, G, 🤍 | Post-Gadreel, Sam puts wards up around his bedroom, making it no one can enter without his permission. Lucifer is the only one who notices. Liked Falling Down but didn’t think it was domestic or fluffy enough? Here ya go! No Kevin this time tho.
Idle Hands, 11k, E, 🤍 | Castiel manages to pull Sam’s body out of the cage but this time, his soul comes with, as does Lucifer. Dean & Cas r kinda dicks + the best descriptions of possession I’ve ever seen
suchanadorer (AO3)
I Would Be The One, 50k, E, 💙 | AU inspire by Beauty and the Beast. Has a pick-your-own ending which I always appreciate
Destinations, 5.8k, T, 🤍 | Early s5, Sam chafes against the constrains of a ‘normal’ life, but Lucifer can travel the world. Sam asks to come with him. Luvvv me a Lucifer POV & the aurora borealis scene went into the soup (my secret good spn) as soon as I read it
maydei (AO3)
I Won’t Be The Same, 24k, E, ❤️ | Sam runs away at 16 and encounters Lucifer not long after. They almost, almost get to build a life together. I don’t generally like fics with heavy angst but happy endings soothe the soul. Seriously, will make you cry
Shoot to Kill, 2.7k, E, 🤍 | Lucifer catches a spy in his office, Sam resorts to some underhanded tactics to keep himself alive. Short but really interesting worldbuilding! Would love more of this 
Biblical, 1.7k, E, 🤍 | This is just porn. Sweet, sweet blasphemous porn. Pretty sure I picked up prayer being intense for angels from this fic
chiaroscure (AO3)
The Song Remains the Same, 3.7k, T, 🤍 | Sam and Lucifer, in the pit. Much less directly romantic than most of the fics here but fascinating, one of my favorite takes on the cage
Kneel, 4.5k, T, 🤍 | Sam and prayer and Lucifer (and Gabriel) Lucifer is awkward & curious & creepy and Sam is guilty. It’s s5 what more could you ask for
TheQuietWings (AO3)
Sunset Pink, 2.9k, T, 🤍 | Someone has to take care of Lucifer's wings, seeing as he hasn't been. Wingfic wingfic wingfic!!!!
Tell-Tale Faith, 3.5k, T, 🤍 | Retelling of 1x12 Faith where Lucifer can help, she just needs something first. S1 Sam is so sad and angry and alone (and eager to say yes)
Individual fics
Just a Little Bit Bad, 127k, M, ❤️ | Voodou au w/ bokor Lucifer and Dean in need of more than a little help. More plotty than shippy but said plot is more than enough to put it on here
Patchworks Series, 121k total, 4 works, 🤍 | Michael and Lucifer walk the earth again, this time unbound by the ties of fate. However, just because they can leave well enough alone doesn’t mean they will. Pre-Chuck-as-god reveal but honestly better written for it. The archangels dynamic in this is really well done and Gadreel gets the nuance he deserves
I Dream of Lucy, 83k, M, ❤️ | Early s11, Sam & Dean are attacked by djinn, sending Sam deep into a intricately spun fake world. But as it happens, he isn’t the only one trapped. Hooo boy the concept of this one is so fascinating. Human au + angel family fun except not. Kind of almost fake dating? Very compelling mix of lighthearted fluff and that sweet sweet complicated feelings angst.
Infernal World, 61k, M, 🤍 | With Dean and Castiel snatched by Michael, Sam has to fight to survive on his own in a zombie-ridden America. Well.....maybe not totally on his own. Canon divergent rather than a separate au but actually really well done. Has probably the best, least convoluted use of time travel I’ve ever seen in a fic (or published fiction for that matter). Also quality Cas&Lucifer interactions
Getting What He Wants, 55k, E, ❤️ | Lucifer is broken out of the cage as the angels fall and Castiel decides the bunker is the best place to keep him (despite his and Dean’s apparent utter lack of faith in Sam). The slowburn kinda crashes and burns pretty fast in this one but it’s sweet so it’s fine
The Knight, 50k, M, ❤️ | Lucifer, a disgraced noble-turned fighter, has a master plan to get hired by and then seduce Prince Sam Winchester, thereby giving him enough power to tear down his older brother. Unfortunately (or maybe luckily) for him, Prince Sam is quite possibly one of the kindest people in existence. Technically part of a series but the extras aren’t rly necessary to the main story. That said the ‘it could have been perfect’ au is one of my fave comfort fics.
Echo, 38k, M, 🤍 | Lucifer doesn’t disappear after Cas tries to take Sam’s hell trauma, but it turns out he does what he does for a reason. Does a v good job with Deans reaction to their situation and then Luci’s abandonment issues in later chapters
Devil May Care Series, 34k total, 3 works, 🤍 | Cas removing Sams hell trauma doesn’t quite work and Hallucifer shows up again after Dick Roman is defeated and Sam is left on his own. This is specifically hallucifer and technically platonic but op does such a good job with their dynamic I had to include it.
Wayward Family, 31k, M, 💛 | A collection of minifics with Michael/Adam, Dean/Castiel, and Lucifer/Gabriel/Sam as a makeshift family. Very domestic, fluffiness varies per chapter
fell up, threw down, 33k, M, 🧡💙 | The spell to cast the angels from heaven does more than just that, it rewrites everything, returning the world to the pagans. Normally I don’t like fics that mess with the lore too much but this one does it really well.
Tangible, 28k, M, 🧡 | AU post 7x15 where Hallucifer isn’t all he seems. THE samifer fic. One of the originals and an absolute classic, if you don’t read any other fic on this list read this one
The Devil Wears Flannel (It Belongs to Sam), 28k, M, | Michael and Lucifer break themselves out of the cage, but their escape maybe doesn’t work the way they were expecting. Charlie content!!!!!!! Idk if I’m alone in this but I love side characters meeting Lucifer lol.
Blood on my Name, 23k, E, 🤍 | Sam snaps and gives in to his fate, him and Lucifer fix the world together. I’m not usually one for possession fics but they way they switch back & forth here is p well done! Also the 1 Dean POV is great
Murphy’s Law, 14k, M, 💛 | In the end, it’s just a stupid accident that brings Heaven and Hell down on the Winchester’s heads. Technically pre-slash but it’s heavily implied they’re gonna get there p soon. Would kill for a sequel
Sea Devil, 10k, E, ❤️ | AU inspired by of Pirates or the Caribbean. Pirate Capitan fits Lucifer far too well imo
How He Shines, 6.2, M, 🤍 | Sam is kidnapped by demons, who bring him to Lucifer, who has a gift. Dubcon. Angels and angel blood and true forms; amazingly dark & intense.
There Will Come a Reckoning, 5.8, M, 🤍 | Western AU, in which a captured Sam makes a deal with the devil. Cowboys! The colt! The old western equivalent of Las Vegas! Ye olde timey drag!
someone to eat the fruit, 5.4, T, 🤍 | “The cage is not what Sam expects.” Not really romantic but *chefs kiss* beautiful. Also not as dark as the tags make it sound, clock the knock-knock jokes tag
Devil in the Details, 2.7k, T, 🤍 | Dean drags Sam and Lucifer both from the edge of the pit; Sam learns to live with the Devil in his head. This is so well written I kinda wish it were stretched out more. The way their relationship develops is so well done I love it
The Devil in a Nice Tie, 2.7, E, 🤍 | Sam’s debate professor is definitely hitting on him. This is almost literally just porn. Lucifer is very good at dirty talk
Who Looks Inside, Awakes, 2.6, M 🤍 | Alternate ending to 5x11, in which Lucifer comes to the rescue and also is creepy <3
Get Out Of My Head, 2.5k, M, 🤍 | Lucifer enjoys just showing up and hanging around. Sam gets used to it. Hallucifer set up but heavily implied to actually be him
Sanctuary, 1.8, E, 🤍 | Sam tries to forget being Sam Winchester for a night. He finds a stranger more than willing to help him. I think the ‘plot what plot’ tag is the most telling thing about this fic :)
Vessel Exhibitionism, 1.3k, T, 🤍(💚?) | When Lucifer takes his true vessel, Dean bears witness. Warning for sliiiight wincest? It’s not rly there if you’re not looking for it but worth the mention ig
Unfinished/Abandoned but Worth Reading Anyway
Glory Upon Wings, 276k, E, 💛 | Super in-depth fantasy au. Very destiel heavy especially in the beginning so if you don’t actively like them you’re prolly gonna want to skip this one. Otherwise v compelling
The Boy King, 105k, M, 🧡 | Instead of just feeding him demon blood at 6 months, Azazel kidnaps Sam and raises him in hell. Really, really in-depth rewrite of basically everything. Adam is John & Mary’s kid and Sam is one badass evil motherfucker.
Feathers and chains, 40k, E, 🤍 | Another fantasy au! Probably the most lighthearted slave/servant au I’ve ever seen lmao. Wing!kink + enough Michifer to be worth a warning (it’s framed in a familial/‘angels are just weirdly close’ way rather than a romantic/sexual way but if that’s still squicky then be warned ig)
Skybound, 38k, T, 💛💚 | This one, um, never actually gets to the Lucifer part. I’m linking it because it’s premise is fantastic and I’m hoping one of you will be inspired enough to write a continuation or something.
Bonus (cuz I know I’ll have missed some)
archangelsammy’s rec list (highly recommended)
defilerwyrm‘s rec list
zeifellt‘s rec list
nicolabarth‘s rec list (+ this one)
tenoko1‘s rec list
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ficbrish · 2 years
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I’m curious about the mass effect 4 fic!
It’s basically the result of my end-of-OT depression, and my stupidly-high hopes for the new game. So I was finally like, FINE! I will write down exactly what I want.
I have the first chapter written, and some plot drawn out. It will take place right after the Reaper War with the Destroy ending. It’s f!Shenko. It’s Tali/Garrus. Eventual Joker/EDI/Traynor [which I am HYPE for—EDI will have two different body units too (each has different gender expression), but they’re still the same mind/being, basically she can be in 3 places at once—w Joker, w Traynor, on Normandy], and Miranda/Jack. And I think I’ll have Liara fall for a non-binary Asari OC I haven’t developed yet (probably some tentacle smut for one of my besties will ensue—but all my smut is in side-story posts), and there’s ex-Feron for LiLi (I don’t know if he’s dead, or they just fall apart).
As for plot, the finding Shep/recovery will be quick, and it’s just another trip on the Normandy from there. They go from system to system as the galaxy rebuilds. They solve problems, more relays get repaired/systems connected, they go other places. 
Some of the overall plot stuff:
1.  Using Miranda/Lazarus project to restore EDI and the Geth (and Legion, why the fuck not?! I’m totally bringing their metal ass back).
2. Humanity vs the galaxy (Citadel is stuck repairing over Earth, and with Humanity at head of Reaper war, they try to take over—Shep has to unite galaxy towards diversity/democracy and away from imperialism—It’s what made their cycle strong, and others fall apart) — also stuff like sharing planets/colonies with other species and working that out in the pro-Human environment
3. Reaper tech being recycled and creating powerful bands of pirates; also new militaries popping up/police states in local places more disconnected from the galaxy
4. The leviathan bitches floating around (disappeared after the war, plotting chaos/imperialism) causing trouble--while others want them to pay for cycles of war crimes via the Reapers
5. Local conflicts (pockets of Quarians who don’t want the Geth restored), (miners who want to take over ownership of their mining colonies, etc.—Shep helping workers fight their company overlords)
6. Anti-AI folks (especially with EDI/Geth/Reapers)
That kinda stuff.
Bonus: Here is Shep waking up in the hospital--
Shepard blinked. The pain was different now.
 She was lying down on something soft. It was still way too bright.
 Before Shepard was aware of anything, her vision began to clear. Something large and alive was with her wherever she was. 
 She closed her eyes and opened them again.
 “Wrex?!”
 “Shepard!”
 “Wrex!”
 “Shepard!” he repeated, jumping up and clapping his hands against his head, “Grunt! Get in here!”
 The younger Krogan slammed through the door, bursting it off its hinges. The surprised screams of hospital staff could be heard through the walls.
 “Shepard!
 “Grunt!”
 “Shepard!” Wrex called again.
 “Wrex!” she cried out.
 “Shepaaard!” Grunt grumbled.
 “Grunt!”
 It went on for a while like that, even after they started embracing and crying.
 It’s good to wake up to family after supposedly dying in an explosion.
 A lot better than waking up alive and alone to more explo—
 “Oh, fuck, she passed out!” Wrex called out, “Nurse!”
 “Nuuurse!” Grunt shouted, barreling out of the room. The door hit the floor with a loud smack.
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deliberatelyvague · 4 years
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Masterlist (as of 7/11/20)
Obey Me-
Lucifer
Worthless
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): Attempts at Suicide, depression and all the feelings that surround that
Synopsis: Reader is feeling really depressed lately. a few comments from Lucifer and it pushes them over the edge.
I Want a Child
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): smut, inpregnantion kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, praise kink
Synopsis: the reader really wants a child, and Lucifer is in no place to deny her that request.
Mammon
Kidnapped
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): kidnapping, being tied up(I wouldn’t exactly call it bondage but idk), making out, threats, praise kink, being caught, General nsfw themes
Synopsis: Mammon’s pirate crew kidnaps you and ties you to a pole.
Part: One
Leviathan
Overwhelmed
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): self harm (in the form of scratching), general anxiety, anxiety attack, kind of a sensory overload (maybe)
Synopsis: the boys are being themselves, but tonight it’s a little too much for the reader to handle
Just Go to Sleep
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: reader can’t sleep, so he helps them in the best ways he can
Asmodeus
Spotlight
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): cutting, eating disorder, (notes of) depression
Synopsis: Being in the center of attention of a lot of people, the reader is greeted with a lot of pressure to fit a certain mold. Asmo comforts the reader as she fights with a side effect of those pressures.
Acne Stress
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): acne, stress about acne, insecurities
Synopsis: the reader is having issues with their acne and Asmo helps them with it.
Beelzebub
Strong, but Short
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: The reader is strong, but doesn’t look like it due to their stature. Mammon doesn’t believe it, but they prove him wrong.
Just Go to Sleep
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: reader can’t sleep, so he helps them in the best ways he can
Taboo
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): disappointment from an ‘authority figure’, self harm, almost suicide, talk about mental illness
Synopsis: the reader is hurting a lot due to pressure, and she cuts too deep and almost dies.
Belphegor
Avoidance
Gender: gender-neutral
Trigger Warning(s): self harm (cutting), [social] anxiety, anxiety in general, possibly OOC belphegor
Synopsis: Reader thinks Belphegor is avoiding them, and they go into a bad state of mind due to that.
Just Go to Sleep
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: reader can’t sleep, so he helps them in the best ways he can
Cramps
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): mentions of periods, blood, and cramps
Synopsis: the reader is having pretty bad cramps due to her period, and so Belphie comforts her.
Diavolo
Please Eat
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): depression, eating disorders, self harm (cutting), stressful events
Synopsis: Reader is having trouble in classes and a certain demon doesn’t really help them. When she starts to study more to help those troubles, she neglects eating, which causes her to spiral.
Barbatos
Chubby
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): insecurities, hints at nsfw toward the end, just as a treat
Synopsis: reader is feeling more insecure than usual, and her boyfriend realizes that.
Solomon
Comfort
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): mentions of depression
Synopsis: Reader is feeling a little depressed, so Solomon tries to comfort them.
Heyy
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: Solomon and the reader are friends from back on earth, and are reunited in the Devildom
Tattoo
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): talk of needles and tattoos
Synopsis: Solomon’s significant other is a tattoo artist, and the boys find fascination in that.
Simeon
Project
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: reader has a big crush Simeon
Snickerdoodle
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): Luke’s hand getting cut, jealous angel
Synopsis: Simeon gets jealous over you giving Luke attention
General Obey Me Characters
Tall
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: reader is taller than the boys, this is how I feel they would react to that fact
Anger Management
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): just some things referencing anger, really but I don’t think anything else
Synopsis: reader has some anger issues, here’s how the boys deal with them
Not a Monster
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): angst, (could be seen as) abusive parents, degradation, mentions of homicide
Synopsis: Diavolo gives the reader a chance to call their parents, but it didn’t end in happiness.
You’re Grounded!
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: the boys are acting up once again, and the reader is fed up.
This Too Shall Pass
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s): mentions of an eating disorder
Synopsis: reader is plus sized and has an eating disorder. She is then thrust into a new domain that she has no idea about.
Chapters: One
Wrestling
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: reader is really into wrestling, this is how the boys react
Vines
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): talk about drugs, but in reference to a vine.
Synopsis: the reader can’t sleep, so she bugs everyone in a big group chat with vines until she is stopped
Sibling
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): none
Synopsis: how the boys would react if you were a younger teen
Forgotten
Gender: male
Trigger Warning(s): mentions of loneliness, worthlessness (maybe), toxic masculinity in a way I guess, I think that’s it
Synopsis: the reader and MC show up to the Devildom, and though they are both humans, the brothers spend significantly more time with MC. The reader then gets lonely and a scenario comes out of it.
Bother
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): boys being held responsible for their actions
Synopsis: boys won’t stop trying to get with you even though you’ve told them to stop
Horseman
Gender: gender neutral
Trigger Warning(s): death (literally just talking about it)
Synopsis: you are the newest exchange student, one of the horsemen of the apocalypse
Part: One
Reader and Coda
Gender: female
Trigger Warning(s):
Part One: suicide talk, loneliness, being ignored, confrontation, maybe some more.
Part Two: anger, talking about not mattering, generally depressed behavior
Synopsis: Coda and the reader meet each other in the hospital after together try to commit suicide. They meet each other again in the Devildom, and are there to defend each other to the end.
Part One Part Two
BNHA-
None (feel free to request)
Mystic Messenger
None (feel free to request)
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peridottea91 · 5 years
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Chapter 13- “Hurt”
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Summary: In 2012, Bobby Singer was killed by Leviathan Dick Roman. The aftermath of his death lead to a division between the Winchesters and Sam’s girlfriend, Kasey. Guilt-ridden and driven to her breaking point, she gathers her stuff and leaves in the middle of the night without a word. Four years later, she calls Sam’s phone after a hunt gone wrong in the hopes of hearing his voice one last time. Suddenly they are swept back into each other’s lives, but a lot has happened in four years. Can they rekindle what they had before, or is it too late?
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Witch!OFC
Warnings: Semi Slow-Burn, Angst, Canon-typical Violence, Mentions of Blood, Smut, Fluff, Flashbacks, Mentions of Depression
Beta’d: N/A
Divider by: @firefly-graphics​
A/N: Ok so this chapter is dialogue-heavy and a bit violent.  yes, it is canon-typical, but I still wanted to put the note out there.  Also, not sorry for the roller coaster you’re about to endure.
THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY OTHER SITES.
MAIN MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST
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“Okay, even the Bletchley Circle couldn’t crack this thing. I've tried every cryptographic algorithm there is. Goose egg," Charlie threw her hands up in exasperation. She'd been trying for hours to make a dent in translating The Book of the Damned, but so far been unsuccessful.  Dean, however, had been busy researching the family that had been following Charlie.
“Well maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” Dean remarked, “Those people following you…  Hmm?  All kinds of wrong.  Talking multi-generational, centuries-old wrong.  The Styne family.  Men of Letters’ files have them dated back to the early 1800s.  They used spells to create disease, to destabilize markets.  Hell, they even helped the Nazis before they came into power, and they profited from all of it.
“So, they’re like the supernatural Du Ponts?”
“Basically.  All the spells they used came from a book of 'unspeakable evil’ which they lost nearly a hundred years ago.”
“Okay, so they’re bad. So, what? We faced worse,” Sam rebuked.
“Sam, read the file.  The way the book works is when you use it, there is a negative reaction. I’m talking biblical negative.  Dark magic always comes with a price.  We know that. We’ve been down that road before.”
"I might be able to help with that," Kasey chimed in, "While I was gone, I learned how to convert dark magic spells into white magic ones. It'll take a lot of time and research, but theoretically, I could do it again."
“Again?” Dean asked quirking an eyebrow.
"Its… It's a long story," Kasey evaded, feeling the weight of everyone's stares.
“Hey, it’s a start,” Sam commented hopefully.
“Well, let’s at least translate it, see what it says,” Charlie instructed.
“You guys don’t understand,” Dean said with frustration, “The book’s been calling out to me ever since I laid eyes on it, okay?  Calling out to the Mark.  I can hear it like it’s alive.  It wants me to use it, but not for good.  Look, I wanted it to be the answer too, okay?  I really did.  But we have got to get rid of that.  Burn it, bury it, I don’t give a damn. We’ll just have to find another way to fix the Mark.”
“Like what?" Sam asked in annoyance.
“I don’t know.”
“Dean, I literally just said—”
Dean cut off Kasey's argument, "Yeah, yeah…  Conversions and 'theoretically.'  Nothing good can come from that book.  We don't even know if you were actually successful last time!”
“Trust me, I was.  Or is that you don’t want to rely on a witch?” Kasey remarked bitterly.
“I never said that…”
“Alright enough, you two,” Sam cut in, stopping any further argument between the two hunters.  Sam was not in the mood for there to be another blowout.
“So, you’re giving up?”
“No, I’m not giving up,” Dean sighed, “Charlie, I don’t have a death wish.  Okay, even if I did, I can’t die, not with this thing on my arm. What I can do is I can fight it as long as I can until….”
“Until what?  Tell me.  Until what, Dean?  Until I watch you become a demon again?  Until then?  I can’t do that.  I won’t do that," Sam stated angrily.  He could not bear to go through losing Dean to the Mark again.
“Well, then you’ll just have to lock me up.  Bind me to the bunker like you did last time.”
“That doesn’t solve anything.”
Kasey crossed her arms and sighed in annoyance.  Dean was perhaps the most bull-headed man she ever met.  Why couldn’t he just let them clean up his mess?
“Look, just let us translate the book, okay?” Sam persuaded, “If there’s a cure, we’ll do it and deal with the consequences later. I can’t lose you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“You change your mind on that, cause that’s not what you said last time,” Dean dug at his brother.
Sam threw the file in his hand down on the table in frustration, “Oh, come on, man. You know I didn’t mean that.���
“This is my cross to bear, Sam!  Mine!  And that book is not the answer!  Now we got to destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands, and that includes me! I’m gonna go for a drive.  Uh, Charlie, we forgot to pick up your snacks.”
“Dean, look—"
“We’ll figure out another way.  And Sam, I’ll get my vacation.  But not today.  Not like this,” Dean stated definitively as he left the cabin.  They could hear the Impala start-up before driving away from the cabin.
Charlie sighed heavily, “Sam, maybe he’s right.”
“No, there’s a way to fix it. There has to be.”
“Why is it that we always have to clean up your brother's fucking messes?" Kasey seethed from where she sat at the small dining table on the other side of the room. "Why can't he just fucking use his head for once?"
“Kasey—”
“Shut up, Sam.  Stop making excuses for him,” Kasey snapped as she stood from the table and stormed to the door, “I need some air.”
The door slammed behind her, leaving Charlie and Sam alone in the cabin.  Sam let out a weary sigh and rubbed his hands down his face.  When Charlie said that she found the book, this was not how he pictured things going.  Then again, nothing ever seemed to go smoothly for the Winchesters, did it?
“So…  I take it things haven’t been going better between the three of you,” Charlie asked cautiously.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Charlie.  Kasey keeps going hot to cold to I don't know what.  Every time I think she's letting me in she locks herself away or snaps at me. And then, Dean…" Sam threw his hand up towards the door in frustration, "I just don't know."
Charlie was quiet for a moment, pondering the conversation they just had. "What did Dean mean? When he said you changed your mind?"
“So, awhile back, we had a chance to, um… close the gates of Hell.  And in order to do that, I would’ve had to die.  And, I was okay with that, and I am okay with that, but Dean was not.  And so, he uh…”
“He saved you,” Charlie concluded.
“Yeah, he saved me.”
“And let me guess, in doing so, he did something you didn’t want, and that pissed you off.  And you said something that hurt him?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Brothers…  You know, I haven’t been a hunter for very long, but it feels like this is the life.  Mostly ends in Sophie’s choices, death, or tears.  Usually, all of the above, huh?  How did this become my life?  I mean, I was gonna own my own start-up, marry Scar Jo, invent something cool. Now I’m just…. I’m just happy to be alive,” Charlie stated thoughtfully.
Sam nodded in agreement, “You know, when Dean came to get me at school, I-I told myself… one last job, you know?  One more job. And then when–when I, um…. When I lost Jess, I, again, told myself one more job. There’s always one more job, ya know? And one more job, and one more job, and then I was gonna go back to law and–and to my life.”
“You were the Dread Pirate Roberts of hunting.”
“Yeah,” Sam huffed in amusement, “I guess I really understand now that…. this is my life.  I love it.  But I can't do it without my brother...  I don’t want to do it without my brother.  And if he’s gone, then I don’t….” Sam trailed off.  He couldn’t bring himself to think about life without Dean again. Last time it happened, when Dean went to Hell after making a deal for him, Sam was a wreck.  He completely lost his way, hell-bent on revenge, and ended up getting tangle with Ruby in ways he never should have.  Without his brother, Sam lost all hope and common sense due to grief.
“I got it. I-I do,” Charlie said sympathetically, “What about Kasey, though?”
“What do you mean?”
"Well…  you obviously care about her.  And the more recent stuff that got uploaded really goes into detail about your relationship…  But what about her in all this?  I mean did you ever fight for her or actually want her around for the long-term?"
Sam swallowed and leaned back in his seat, “Truth is, I was going to die for her.”
Charlie’s eyes went wide in surprise, “Woah.”
"Yeah.  When I was in the coma after not completing the last trial, I-I was more than willing to go with whatever reaper came for me. I missed her so much, and I just wanted to be with her again, you know?"
“What do you mean?” Charlie asked, confused.
“Crowley…  He had told us that Kasey was dead and-and showed me the necklace her aunt gave her when she was 16.  I still have it, just haven’t been able to give it back to her…”
“So, what stopped you?”
“Dean.  He-he kinda tricked me into not saying yes to Death himself, convincing me that there was a way to save me and that there was no way to know for sure if she was dead…  Guess he was right, huh?” Sam huffed, looking up at Charlie. "Truth is, if she ever asked me to, I would jump for her.  I feel like I've just let her down, ya know?  Like every person I've ever been with besides her was a stab in the back. I know Ruby and Amelia were.  And before them, Jess…" Charlie continued to watch Sam, subtly eyeing the door as he spoke. "I know finding out about Jess hurt her.  I loved Jess, and part of me always will.  Hell, I was going to marry her.  But Kasey… She's the whole reason I got into Stanford.  We-we-we were going to go together, run away together...  But dad dragged me away before I could finish up the last month of school.  I still don't really know why.  It was so rushed and without warning, which was a little weird for him."
“Does Dean know?”
“No.  He doesn’t,” Sam admitted, “Honestly, he probably would have hated Kasey if he found out.”
“Does Kasey know that—”
"No.  How could I ever tell her that?  That I was going to die for her?  Hell, she won't even give me five minutes to talk to her properly. It's like I'm dealing with a total stranger most of the time…  I just… I wish she would talk to me, let me in.  But between her and Dean…”
“You’re split in two.”
“Exactly.”
“It’s got to be frustrating,” Charlie empathized, “Trying to save Dean while struggling to reconnect with Kasey.  Has she told you anything about when she was gone?”
Sam shook his head, "Nothing.  What she said about converting black magic to white magic is the most I've heard. She's shut down tight."
“Damn.  Something big must have happened if she’s still refusing to talk,” Charlie surmised, a worried expression on her face.
“That’s what I’m afraid of…”
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Eventually, Kasey came back inside the cabin, quietly sitting down in her previous spot and going through the files before her.  Sam and Charlie exchanged looks but chose to let her be, not wanting to provoke her. After almost an hour researching in silence, Dean came flying through the door, looking disheveled.
“What’s going on?”
“The Styne’s, they found me. Those douches are all jacked up, too.”
Sam stood from his spot at the living room table, “What are you talking about?”
Dean threw a cup of some unknown liquid into the fire before answering, "I emptied a full clip into one of them before the son of a bitch went down.”
“Dean, what are you doing with the holy oil?”
“There is a cure for the Mark in the book.  But it comes at a price.  We got to destroy it.”
“What?” Kasey asked, also standing.
“Are you sure about this?” Sam questioned his older brother.
“It’s calling to me, Sam, okay?  I can hear it. It’s calling to the Mark.  It wants me to take the book and run away with it.  Burn it now,” Dean boomed.  Suddenly, the group could hear the Styne’s just outside the door.  Dean, Charlie, and Kasey each pulled their guns, ready for a fight. “Sam, burn it now!”
One Stynes crashed through the window, sending glass flying as he grabbed Dean. Another barreled through the other window and grabbed Charlie.  Kasey rushed forward to help the struggling redhead when a familiar voice called out, stopping her in her tracks.
"Well hello there, darlin'.  Long-time, no see."
Kasey paled and slowly turned around.  Standing before her was one of her captors from years before, standing tall and smirking darkly, just as he did when they met.
“Now, how did you manage to come back from the dead?”
Kasey didn’t answer, instead taking a step back while everyone else was occupied.  Dean and Charlie were fighting off one of the Stynes while Sam was busy taking the wrapped book out of the lockbox so he could cast it into the fireplace.  Jacob Styne, the leader of the small team that was hunting Charlie suddenly burst through the front door of the cabin.  Kasey, distracted by the sudden intrusion, was forcefully grabbed by the man and thrown across the cabin.
“This time, I’ll make sure you stay dead,” he promised, strolling towards where Kasey landed.
“Go fuck yourself, Nate,” Kasey spat, struggling to get to her feet.
"Oh, darlin', no need to be a tease." Nate yanked Kasey up by the front of her shirt, only for her to stab him in the chest with a small dagger, earning a grunt, "Oh… Kitten got some claws."
Nate backhanded her across the face.  Across the cabin, everyone was struggling with their respective Styne.  Dean, noticing Kasey struggling, fired two shots into Nate's back before turning his attention to Jacob.  Jacob, unphased by Dean's shots, continued his path toward Sam at the fireplace.
“Gah!  You bastard!” Nate dropped Kasey to the floor as he shouted in pain.  Mustering all the strength she could, Kasey tackled the larger man to the floor. Struggling to maintain her position overtop him, Kasey began beating on Nate’s face.
Back at the fireplace, Sam threw the wrapped book into the fire, but when he turned around, Jacob Styne was practically on top of him.
“You silly boy.”
Charlie managed to kill her adversary and turned around to see Sam struggling.  Dean kept shooting Jacob, who grabbed Sam’s throat. Struggling to breathe, Sam stabbed the huge repeatedly until Jacob finally collapsed.
Meanwhile, Kasey is still on top of Nate, shouting he she bashed his face in over and over with a broken table leg.  Sam, Dean, and Charlie all watched her with wide eyes as she continued on, shouting with every hit.  She looked crazed, eyes wide as she bashed away, large pieces of hair falling in front of her face.  After a moment of shock, Sam stumbled forward and grabbed Kasey’s hands, struggling to keep her from bashing his corpse any further.
"Kasey! KASEY!  STOP!  He's dead!  Stop!"
Sam yanked her off the bloody mess that was left behind, Kasey sobbing uncontrollably as Sam pulled her back.  Dean and Charlie watched as she writhed in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.  Sam pulled her upright against his chest and pressed his cheek to her head, whispering in her ear.
"It's okay. He's dead. It's over.  Breathe for me," Sam soothed as Kasey slowly calmed down, tears still rolling down her face.
Sam glanced at Dean and Charlie, who both stood speechless across the cabin.  Nate now lay in a bloody mess on the floor, his face unrecognizable after having been bludgeoned to death.  Kasey turned her head and buried her face in Sam’s neck and cheek as she continued to cry.
What the Hell just happened?
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Back at the bunker, Kasey sat quietly in her room alone.  The entire trip there had been spent in uncomfortable silence.  Charlie ended up falling asleep in the backseat, next to Kasey.  Dean and Sam both kept glancing at Kasey in their mirrors, watching her for any signs of, well…. anything.  She was mute the whole way back, seemingly in a daze as the Impala cruised down the highway. Upon returning, she immediately left Sam, Dean, and Charlie in the garage, making a beeline for the showers. Once tucked away from everyone else, with the noise from the water to drown her out, Kasey crumbled.  Curled into a ball, she sobbed under the shower stream, remembering everything that Nate and his cult had done to her after she was captured.
She could still feel them cutting into her, mocking her, spitting at her.  She could still imagine those dark eyes watching her with disdain, hating her for being something she couldn't control.
"You will rot in the fires of Hell, witch.  You are a stain upon this earth, a whore of Satan.  No wonder you were so attracted to Sam Winchester… the 'true vessel' of Lucifer."
She could see it all, clear as day, the nightmares that haunted her.  Nate had been the main one of her torturers, sadistically getting off on her pain.  He did everything in the book—waterboarding, branding, breaking bones, burning her, cat-o-nine tails, electrocution…  All the memories came flooding back, and she was once again strapped to the chair in anti-witch shackles.
Nate pulled the poker from the embers, watching it thoughtfully as it continued to glow red-hot. "Darlin', I told you we wouldn't hurt you too much as long as you gave us answers.  All you have to do is cooperate.  Now I'll ask ya again…  Why did you open the portal?"
Kasey’s head bobbed pathetically on her shoulders, “Go to hell…”
Nate jabbed the poker into her ribs, causing Kasey to scream out in pain.  She could smell her flesh burning under the iron.  After a few seconds, Nate pulled the poker away, leaving behind a perfect brand of what was once used to mark witches.
“We’ll just have to keep going I see,” Nate said casually, like what he was doing to her was as simple as going for a stroll, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have all the time in the world.
Kasey sat on the edge of her bed, exhausted and emotionally drained.  Her wet hair hung loose in front of her face and continued to drip tiny droplets into her lap.  After a while, a soft know came from her door.  Kasey barely looked over as the door slowly opened to reveal Sam.
“Hey.”
Kasey couldn’t even respond.
“I, uh, I brought you some pizza.  Thought you might want something to eat,” Sam continued, nodding to the plate of pepperoni pizza in his hand.  Setting it down on the desk, Sam then made his way over to where Kasey was on the bed and sat down next to her.  Sam drew a nervous breath before speaking again, “Kasey…  What happened back at the cabin?”
Kasey continued to stare blankly at the wall.  She was unmoving, unresponsive.  Sam gingerly reached out and touched her hand, causing her to snap back her attention.
"Kasey?" Kasey's eyes were wide with terror. Sam was unable to tell if she was actually looking at him or looking through him. "Honey… I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on," Sam encouraged softly, careful not to scare her.
Kasey drew a shaky breath and rapidly blinked her eyes, trying to compose herself.  It failed horribly.  The moment the opened her mouth, a quiet, choked sob came out.  Once again, tears poured from her eyes, causing Sam to reach out. Wiping away some of the fresh-fallen tears, Sam cupped her cheek in an attempt to soothe her.  Kasey shut her eyes and leaned into Sam’s palm, seeking the comfort and warmth it held.
“Kasey…  Did-did he do something to you?”
Kasey opened her eyes, struggling to keep her emotions at bay.  Overwhelmed and unable to properly communicate, Kasey simply turned and buried her face into Sam’s arm.  She clung to him tightly, as if he were the last thing keeping her from drowning. Sam reached his free hand out and softly stroked her hair, resting his cheek on the top of her head.  Whatever happened, she was not going to be able to talk to him about, not just yet.  But that only further fueled the concern that wrestled in Sam’s stomach.
What happened to you?
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fuckyeahexofics · 6 years
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What are the admins favorite Chen fics? I never see enough Chen focs around. My favorite is 'My Name Is' by CHENstagram. I don't care if they are smut or fluff or horror or anything :3
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magelufaineart · 7 years
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The Pirate and The Diplomat - Chapter 8
Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hardenshipping Word count: 8,380 for this chapter Contains: Mentions of death, violence, blood, eventual smut and romance, mentions of various headcanons, and a lot of rivalry mixed with sexual tension.
Summary: Maxie McDewitt is a diplomat on the way to Johto to make a trade deal when the boat he is on is captured by pirates. The captain of the ship, Archie Brimsey, decides to keep him prisoner with a promise of treasure. At first tensions between the two are high, however pirate life ends up influencing Maxie’s behaviour, and his feelings, in ways that neither man can begin to comprehend. 
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Author’s Note: Well hey there everyone. This chapter is unbeta’d as my girlfriend is currently asleep at the time of this coming out and I have no idea if I would have been able to post it tomorrow. Any issues with this fic, raise them with me and I’ll get to editing asap. 
Apart from that, this is a long one so enjoy! 
From below deck came the muffled shouts and orders of the crew, a constant reminder as to where Maxie was, though after awhile he found himself able to block out the sounds of the crew altogether. Once he did, he found the sound of the water hitting the hull comforting, after many voyages where the sound had kept him awake with dread. Somehow, he found himself dozing off, ignoring the hard wood that he sat on, letting his thoughts take over. The slow bob of the ship as it traversed the waves calmed his breathing, lulling him into a peaceful state of mind, one he hadn't really been in for a long time. He wasn't really sure how much time was passing outside either, eyes drooping every now and again as he tried to fight off the sleep, however he soon gave in, just about managing to keep himself sitting upright against the wall.
Unfortunately, sleep didn't last very long, around half an hour at the most, before the door to his cell slammed open, causing him to jump, eyes snapping open in surprise, right towards the cell door. Matt stood there, the key to the cell in his hands, a stern look on his face.
"Get up, the captain wants you."
Maxie opened his mouth to retort, but didn't have time to before Matt roughly grabbed him, hauling him up to his feet. He staggered a little, his legs having fallen asleep, before scoffing and making a show of straightening his clothes.
"Could have added a please in there somewhere," he muttered, ignoring the glare he got in return.
Without another word, Matt dragged Maxie out of the cell, similarly to how he'd dragged him there in the first place. When they reached the deck, he managed to catch a conversation between Amber and Archie, both standing at the bow of the ship and staring into the distance.
"If we try and find an alternate course, it could take us more time to get to Olivine City," Amber told Archie, an annoyed tone creeping into his voice.
"And if we don't we could risk not gettin' there at all! I ain't riskin' The Leviathan like that."
"This coral reef could be huge, who knows how far we'd have to diverge from our set route just to get passed it."
The two stopped arguing as soon as Maxie made his presence known, both turning to him expectedly. He held his head up high, noticing how Archie's face was still bruised from where he'd punched him, a glimmer of cold delight in his eyes. Archie must have noticed for he sneered a little before his expression became neutral.
"Sorry to take ya away from your lovely little cell," Archie began, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But, and I hate to admit it to ya, we've encountered a little problem."
Maxie chuckled as he walked over, aware of the look Archie shot him as he stood side by side with the captain. He knew almost instantly their plan of action: ask him if he knew how to get through the reef with minimal or no damage to the boat as he had sailed this course before. Sailing the course and actually paying attention to it, however, were two very different things. Considering Maxie's hatred of the journey, he often holed himself below deck, so he didn't really know what they were expecting.
"Aren't you, dear captain, supposed to know how to traverse the boat through all sorts of terrain?" Maxie asked, hands tucked behind his back as he made a show of surveying the area. A spark of familiarity struck inside his mind, yet he quenched that down for later.
"Cut the crap Red. Yes, I know how to traverse through coral reefs but not this one. The water's more shallow, it'd be suicide going straight through without knowin' the best way."
"Surely you should be able to apply that knowledge to any coral reef?" Maxie continued on, taking delight in the way Archie's gaze darkened.
"One more quip out of yer mouth and yer goin' overboard," Archie threatened, not even bothering to look at him as he gazed out at the water, frowning to himself. "I'm askin' you not 'cause I think ya can do my job better, ya can't do any job on this ship without fuckin' up. I'm askin' 'cause you've done this journey before. Saves us a whole lotta trouble if we have someone with firsthand experience onboard."
Maxie merely rolled his eyes, turning to face the both of them and making a vague gesture as he did so. "I spent most of my voyages in my cabin. I'd rather not mingle with dirty sailors, whether or not they happened to be pirates."
Archie sighed heavily, his nostrils flaring a little before he rubbed subconsciously at the scar on the bridge of his nose. "Fine, yer utterly useless. Don't even know why I bothered."
"As are you asking a captive for help, 'o scourge of the sea."
Archie glowered at him, his upper lip rising in a snarl at the insinuation that the captain himself was as useless as his captive. Maxie flashed him a cocky grin, standing up a little taller (even though he only just came to stand about the same height as Archie's shoulders), chest puffed out in a look of pride.
"I'm goin' to leave him in yer capable hands, Matt. I'll be with Amber lookin' for a new route if possible," Archie said to his first mate, giving Maxie a particularly heated stare. "If he misbehaves, shove his ass back in the cell, ya have my permission."
Matt seemed all too gleeful for being given permission to lock Maxie up. He may not have been smiling, but there was a certain twinkle in his eye that made Maxie pull a face of disgust. "So I get stuck with the lug… isn't your beloved captain so kind?"
Matt, surprisingly, chuckled at that comment, roughly grabbing Maxie's arm and dragging him closer. "He's allowing me the chance to knock some sense into you. I know the perfect job for you."
***
When Matt had told him of 'the perfect job', Maxie had expected something akin to the previous two jobs he'd been forced to do. Instead, Matt had taken him below deck, into the ship's hold. Maxie noticed, in amongst various barrels, the chests that were on Walter's ship. They'd been forced open, Maxie still had the key however that was now useless. Of course pirates would know how to pick locks.
"I gotta thank you for having such valuable stock," Matt commented when he noticed Maxie staring at the chest.
He gave him a quizzical look, arching a fine eyebrow up in confusion. "Explain…"
"The cargo that was useless to us, which was most of it, fetched a fine penny when we stopped off at land a few days ago."
"Oh fantastic, now what would my contacts at Johto say if we ported without half the promised gifts?" Maxie snapped, knowing he had no say in the matter of cargo.
"That's not my problem. That's for the captain to decide, and I don't think he'd take too kindly to an asshole like yourself decidin' to keep the stock and slow us down. Besides, the more expensive stuff is still here."
"Well, maybe The Leviathan isn't as great a ship as Archie seems to claim if a few chests can slow her down that much," Maxie quipped as he was stopped by a large pile of ropes.
Great. Just great.
Matt didn't comment on Maxie insulting the ship he worked on, instead simply grabbed a large pile of what looked like old line in his arms, dumping it at Maxie's feet.
"Sit," he ordered, pointing to the floor.
Maxie sighed heavily before sitting down, glaring up at Matt. He hated how tall this lug head was, having to crane his neck up so much just to make his glare somewhat effective. Even sloping his back so he didn't hit his head on the boards overhead, he still somehow dwarfed Maxie completely.
"So, exactly what am I supposed to be doing? I don't really know much about life at sea, as you know," Maxie asked, inspecting his nails and feigning indifference. "I'm much more fitted to making an entire nation bend to Hoenn's will, but I don't really think dirty pirates need that sort of talent."
"Yer right, we don't need that 'talent'. What we need is hard work and enthusiasm, not rich twats sitting around pretending they're the most powerful men in the world," Matt commented as he crouched down, grabbing a piece of line. "Now watch, and don't you dare forget what I'm teaching you."
Matt took the line and, with almost no effort at all, managed to untangle it. Maxie raised an eyebrow in suspicion, wondering how he'd manage that considering he'd never untangled rope in his entire life.
"Line here is never wasted. We always have to reuse it, whether as new line or as chinking. Untangling it shows us what fibres to keep, and what can't be used again. I want you to untangle this entire pile, putting the fibres into two piles." Here Matt pointed to the space on Maxie's right side. "Unsalvageable there and salvageable on your left. Got it?"
Maxie blinked a little in confusion, mainly because the job seemed so easy. Matt was more like the guy to delight in Maxie doing something impossible, as long as it didn't disrupt what the crew were doing. Yet here he was being told to simply untangle rope. He picked up a line and inspected it before smiling to himself.
"This doesn't look so hard," he commented, before getting to work.
***
Maxie was completely wrong.
A few minutes had passed and Maxie's attempts at uncoiling the rope had failed multiple times. Whatever way he tried, the rope always ended up coiling in the wrong direction, leaving it a complete mess. He grit his teeth to stop himself from cursing, focusing more on figuring out what the hell he was meant to be doing. Matt had moved to lean against the boarding separating the ropes from the other bits of cargo, arms crossed against his chest. He was inspecting Maxie closely, from what the diplomat could see through the dim lighting cast by a few lanterns hanging above head. He didn't want to show any incompetence in front of his man, so swallowed down his protests and continued to try and untangle the line aimlessly.
It didn't take long for Matt to realise he wasn't going to get it any time soon.
"Can't even do the most simple of tasks, can you?" Matt scoffed, kicking himself off the wall and walking over, sitting down in front of Maxie and grabbing the rope.
"Watch closely," Matt ordered before beginning to work his hands slowly, showing Maxie the steps needed to untangle the rope. When he'd finished, he passed another rope to Maxie, reminding him of what he needed to do, before allowing the diplomat to try again.
This time, Maxie got it right.
"Thank fuck you're a fast learner," Matt chuckled, keeping himself seated as Maxie worked.
It was quite a boring job once you knew what you were doing, however occasionally  Maxie would mess up and Matt would quickly correct him, before going back to watching over him. He soon just started to let his mind wander, his hands working almost automatically, though sometimes he'd stumble and the rope would burn his hands, making him hiss in pain a little.
When he did get into a pattern, he ended up thinking about the coral reef. His memories of the journey to Johto had always been a little foggy, what he could recall had almost always been from below deck or in his own cabin. He'd only go above deck to smoke or for fresh air, and preferred if both captain and crew left him to his own devices. It was as he worked with the rope, his hands starting to form the beginnings of callouses, that he recalled a memory, as if it was summoned by their location itself.
***
Gulls skimmed the water searching for food as The Violetta bobbed on the gentle waves, her path halted by a particularly large coral reef within shallow waters. Maxie had appeared above deck for a smoke when the captain had politely asked to speak with him. He'd mentioned their current predicament, and that he'd send a few crew members out on a small rowboat to investigate potential areas that were safe enough to cross. Maxie had nodded and let him continue, however he couldn't help but feel annoyed. This would set their journey back by at least an hour or so and he was expected to arrive within the week. He had an important conference to attend to in Ecruteak City, which was another day's carriage ride from their port of call at Olivine City.
Sighing heavily, Maxie leant against the railings and puffed on his cigar, scrutinising the crew as they lowered a smaller rowing vessel into the water, before four of them climbed down into it. The captain at least looked like he was trying to figure something out, instead of expecting his navigator to magically know the way.
It took a while before the rowing boat came back, with some good news that Maxie couldn't help but listen in to. When the captain noticed, he beckoned him over, explaining what was going on. He nodded along with their plan of action, as there was no other choice. They'd found a way through where the water was deep enough to stop the ship from getting damaged, however it twisted through the entire reef, and they'd need extra precision and caution to make it through without damage.
***
Maxie gasped and flung his bit of rope to the floor, not bothering to even finish with his job. Matt looked up and glared at him, obviously unimpressed with his actions.
"You better have a good reason for just stoppin' midway," Matt said, voice low and threatening, which Maxie chose to ignore as he stood up.
"Where would Archie be?" he asked, trying to keep his sudden excitement under control.
"What, so you can go and suck his dick? This work too boring for Mr High and Mighty?" Matt responded, making Maxie groan in annoyance.
"So I can get this ship moving again, you imbecile!" he snapped before rushing off out of the hold, hearing Matt's shouting for him to get back to the hold. He chose to ignore it, glad he was a lot faster than Matt was as he climbed all the way back to the deck. Ignoring the stares from the crew, he rushed to Archie's quarters, flinging the door open.
Archie, who had been pouring over all the available maps, spun with a speed that Maxie still had to get adjusted to, gun pointing straight at him. He noticed a slight tremble in Archie's hand, and in other circumstances would have found the thought of unnerving the captain satisfying, however he was too interested in getting to Johto as soon as possible to even pay it much attention.
When Archie realised who was there, he lowered his gun and growled a little. "The fuck you doin' away from Matt? If I've found ya hurt my first mate I'll-"
"I know how to get us through this reef," Maxie interjected, walking over and not even thinking to care about Archie's reaction.
That was until the captain grabbed him and slammed him against the table, both his arms held behind his back in a tight grip. "Don't fuck with me, Red. Why are ya here?" Archie growled into his ear, making Maxie shudder as he tried to wriggle away from Archie's grip.
"Why the heck would I lie about this? Trust me, I know how to get us through as long as your helmsman is good at navigating this beast of a ship!"
Another growl left Archie's throat as he let go of Maxie, stepping back to allow the diplomat a chance to stand up again, rubbing at his wrists. "You need to learn some damn manners."
"And you need to learn 'bout insultin' a man's ship," Archie responded, just as Matt knocked on the door. "Come in."
Matt opened the door, irritation covering his face. "Captain, I'm sorry for letting him get away, but he didn't explain himself at all."
Archie simply sighed and shook his head, putting a hand up to stop his first mate from continuing. "I know, he came rushing in 'ere with a sudden way to get us movin', apparently."
Looking at the both of them, Maxie wondered if maybe he shouldn't have been so brash but ignored that thought when Archie gave him an expectant stare. "Right, the route…" he muttered before recalling what he'd remembered from a few years ago. Archie's expression soon became thoughtful, fingers running through his beard methodically as Maxie finished explaining what he'd been told by the captain of The Violetta.
"Yer sayin' there's a way around, it's just pretty difficult to navigate?" Archie asked, wandering over to the door.
"Do you think you can handle it?" Maxie asked, hands on his hips as he looked Archie in the eyes.
The captain smirked, lifting a hand and curling his finger into a beckoning motion. "'Course I can handle it. Yer the one that's gonna help me."
Maxie startled a little and shook his head. "I can't navigate and you know it."
"Ya don't need to know, just remember the route and we'll do all the hard work. Now come, otherwise I'll just turn this vessel 'round and send ya to some random island to fend fer yerself."
Realising he wasn't going to be able to get out of this one, Maxie begrudgingly followed the captain above deck, listening in as he told the crew that they'll be able to get moving again. Despite everything, the way the crew listened and moved as soon as he gave the order filled Maxie with a strange sort of admiration. He may not have known much about being a sailor, and despised the idea of working as one, but he knew that a captain had to have both power and respect, especially with a crew of sailors that could very well mutiny if their captain decided to send them straight to a possible watery death. Maxie wondered what Archie had done to become captain, not realising he'd been staring at the captain trying to figure it out until their eyes met and a wicked grin spread across Archie's face.
"Red, I know I'm fuckin' gorgeous, but the way yer starin' isn't gonna get me to listen to yer commands so just forget 'bout it."
Maxie spluttered in indignation and stepped back a little, shaking his head back and forth. "No no no I was just lost in thought!"
"Thinkin' about me, huh?" Archie's grin somehow widened as he leant into Maxie's space.
Maxie huffed and used that opportunity to flick at Archie's nose, smirking at the way his eyes slightly crossed in confusion. "You only wish I was thinking about your ugly face."
Archie laughed, a somewhat genuine sound that made Maxie feel slightly warm inside, which he forced himself to ignore as he walked past Archie. "Come on captain, we have a ship to get moving."
***
Maxie stood at the ship's wheel, watching as The Leviathan was carefully navigated through the somewhat treacherous path. Archie stood to his left, arms crossed over his chest, a small frown of concentration on his face. The crew behind them frantically listened to any sudden order Archie barked at them, just as attentive as the three at the helm of the ship. They'd managed to get through most of the coral reef without any difficulty, which Maxie was rather surprised at considering this was the first time The Leviathan's crew and captain had experienced anything like this before.
In fact, Maxie was quite impressed and opened his mouth to make a comment about it to Archie when they all heard a rather disturbing grating sound come from around the ship's keel. Archie turned to look at Maxie, and in a split second Maxie saw fear written on the captain's face before he'd covered it up and ordered the crew to go and investigate and fix any holes as soon as possible, as well as to keep up the pumps if there had been a hole. There was a sudden mad rush breaking the tentative silence that had almost befallen the deck of the ship as a handful of sailors rushed below deck.
"Continue sailin' her as steady as you can, we need to get out of here and find the nearest island or port to call upon," Archie said to the helmsman, who simply nodded and considered to concentrate.
Maxie looked towards Archie, watching as he bit his lip a little, and, before he really knew what he was doing, he placed a gentle hand on Archie's forearm. The captain looked down at him, his gaze unreadable.
"Do you really want me to tell tales of the pirate captain who panicked when his ship was damaged when I'm free?" he said quietly, more as a joke to make sure Archie wasn't panicking.
"Ya think this is panic? Hah! Ya ain't see nothin' Red."
"Then it's mild concern?" he asked, glad to see the corners of Archie's lips tweak up.
"That sounds better. Captain's can't panic. If they do then their crew'll be mad," Archie explained, foot tapping against the deck.
"They have to be both brave and clever. If a captain's lacking in any of those regards, he's bound to be mutinied," Maxie commented, noticing Archie's mild look of surprise that he knew a thing or two about pirates.
A chuckle left Archie's mouth and he flashed him a grin. "Well well, Red, seems ya know a bit 'bout our ways."
"Aye- Wait no I mean yes. You didn't hear that!" Maxie rushed to say as soon as the word 'aye' slipped past his lips. Stupid pirate life influencing me. I need to not let this happen!
The smirk Archie gave him was insufferable and he found himself pushing the captain away, rather glad he was in a somewhat amiable enough mood to allow this sort of reaction, not that it really worked as Archie managed to stand his ground.  
"Ya know, Red, I think yer made for a life at sea. But we'll keep that little slip up between the two of us. Our little secret." Here Archie made a gesture of clamping his mouth shut, and Maxie breathed a small sigh of relief.
"If you mention it to anyone, even your damn first mate, I will make sure you regret it till the day you're hanged for your crimes." A little huff of laughter was all the reaction that Maxie got as Archie went back to concentrating, watching as the boat navigated the reef.
***
It didn't take the crew long to finally pass over the reef, yet there wasn't much time for them to celebrate it either. They'd managed to patch the damage as much as possible, yet they'd need to stop to fully investigate the damage and repair it. That was how Maxie found himself back in Archie's quarters, looking over the charts of Johto that they'd managed to find in hopes that there were some islands nearby.
"How long can she continue like this?" Maxie asked, noticing the tension running throughout Archie's body. A tension he was trying his hardest not to show, or to get rid of.
"She can go at least a day like this, but I'd rather not push our luck. Seems this area of water isn't the most conventional way to get to Johto," Archie replied, running a finger across the chart. "This chart seems pretty recent, obviously stolen off another ship to be sold at port."
Maxie was quick to put two and two together, watching as Archie ran his finger through the area they were roughly in. "Which means they've recently found a new way through to Johto that hadn't been charted before…"
"Exactly. Ship's are getting better, which means longer treks, and eventually discoverin' new areas to make shippin' cargo much easier. However, ya never know how dangerous the waters of these new courses could be."
Maxie was unsure what to say, so chose to keep his mouth shut just as a ship hand rushed into the room, calling Archie to attention.
"Cap'n, Amber's spotted an island that's just a few miles west 'f here. What'll we do?"
"Change course for that island, the wind's should be startin' to pick up which hopefully means we get there before sundown."
The ship hand nodded before rushing back out of the room, leaving the two alone again. "Don't want to navigate these water's at night?" Maxie asked.
Archie shook his head, rolling up the chart as he straightened up, running a hand through his beard. "Would rather not. Navigatin' at low light's already dangerous enough, and I don't know these waters at all. It'd be stupid fer me to let her continue sailin'."
"So, what am I supposed to do now?" Maxie asked, watching as Archie made his way to the door. He looked somewhat confused when he turned to look at Maxie, as if he'd forgotten that he was a prisoner on his ship, and not one of his crew.
"How good are ya at sewin'?" he asked, gesturing to a bundle of clothes and pieces of fabric on top of a small chest.
"Somewhat good. I'm guessing you want me to be your personal servant and patch up your clothes, whilst you're busy gallivanting above deck."
Archie chuckled softly at that remark. "Gallivantin' huh? That's just my job. Sewin' kit's in that chest, it's unlocked. Don't make me regret actually trustin' ya fer once."
Maxie gasped in mock surprise, placing a hand over his heart. "For once the pirate captain Archie Brimsey trusts his prisoner! What strange magic is being cast upon this ship for something so drastic to happen?"
Another chuckle left Archie's throat, this one a lot more fonder in sound, leaving butterflies in Maxie's stomach. He ignored the feeling once again, watching as Archie left his quarters before picking up the clothes, a few shirts and trousers from the looks of it, as well as the spare parts of fabric to mend any holes. He then rummaged around in the chest before finding the sewing kit and got to work on mending his clothes, surprisingly not as irritated about the fact he was doing Archie's own manual labour than he should have been.
Sewing had been something Maxie picked up in his own spare time, despite his father's protests that his wife and servants would be the ones that focused on that type of work. Maxie had scoffed at him for being so stupid, not that he'd say it to his father's face. It wasn't that he didn't like his father, in fact he had loved the man greatly before his death a few years ago, but it was simply that he felt everyone should have basic knowledge on sewing so clothes were not wasted. Sailors were expected to know how to sew and repair their own clothing, it surprised Maxie that the rest of the world, however, did not.
His hands worked diligently as he cut out pieces of fabric to match the item of clothing he was repairing before sewing around it, making sure the patch of fabric was fitted securely. It would normally be quick work for the diplomat, yet he decided to take his time lest he finish early and then get scolded like some errand boy by the captain.
"I should be getting paid for this kind of work," he chuckled to himself as he focused on not getting himself stabbed by the needle. At least the practise had made his hand deft enough to avoid such silly accidents.
The work, much like untangling the ropes from before, ended up becoming repetitive enough for his hands to work without much thought, allowing Maxie the time to just let his mind wander and relax for a little while. It was an odd thought that he could actually relax in Archie's own quarters, but he chose not to dwell on it for too long. Who knew when he'd get a moment to relax like this again, like his life wasn't on the line every day he spent aboard The Leviathan.
In his relaxed state of mind, he didn't notice anyone enter the room, let alone walk over to him until it was too late, and a breath tickled his ear as he was spoken to.
"Never knew you could be so domestic."
Maxie startled, his hand moving just enough for his finger to prick on the end of the needle, making him hiss in pain and shove his finger into his mouth to stop any bleeding. He glared up at the amused face of Archie, though he realised the look may have lost a bit of effect what with him currently sucking on his own finger like a child.
"Do you mind sneaking up on me when I have sharp objects in my hand?" He complained once he'd pulled his finger out of his mouth. "If that needle had been somewhat dirty-"
"Easy Red, no need to get yer bloomers in a twist," Archie stopped him with an amused lilt to his voice.
"I'm not wearing any bloomers."
"Is that an invitation fer me to check?" Archie's eyebrows wiggled a little as he asked this.
Maxie harrumphed and smacked Archie's lingering hand away. "No it was bloody well not, you savage beast. Besides, I'd rather not talk about any escapades you and I have had or will have."
"So yer sayin'…"
Maxie growled and leant up to sneer in Archie's face. "Whatever thoughts you have, stop them right now or this needle will stab you."
Archie burst into laughter and backed away, which Maxie was only mildly grateful for. "Oh Red, yer one funny fella!"
Maxie chose not to comment and instead stood back up, stretching his back out a little from the hunched over position he'd been in. He wasn't getting any younger it seemed. He then got to work putting the needle back into the sewing kit, shoving the new pile of fixed clothing into Archie's arms.
"Since I'm such a nice man, I've fixed all your ratty clothing. But I do wonder where you got such a wonderful little sewing kit from. It seems a bit too fancy for your tastes to me," he commented, throwing Archie a confused look.
"I got it the same way I get everythin'. Raided a fancy ship and one of the women on board was carryin' this in her room. Thought it'd be pretty helpful to have so took it and a few other things before leavin' them to go on their merry little way."
"How quaint of you to decide that you needed a kit like this." Maxie chuckled at the look he got from Archie. "Now, do you mind answering why you decided to come and interrupt my work?"
"Oi, cut the lip Red, remember who yer talkin' to. I'm here to, politely, say that we've reached the island. My crew are just dockin' the old girl up as we speak."
Maxie decided it wouldn't hurt to investigate where they were so gestured for Archie to lead the way, following him out onto the deck. Most of the crew were busy sorting out the mooring and anchorage, making sure she would stay put throughout the night. It was quite a busy affair, and Archie still managed to keep them organised throughout, barking out orders when Matt or even Shelly didn't.
"So we're staying here for the night until she's fully repaired?" Maxie asked, watching the organised chaos with his own eyes.
"It's more a safety precaution than anythin'. If we discover there's more damage, we're at least able to fix 'er up without worryin' about a potential leakage," Archie explained, waiting until the ship was successfully moored up before calling out to his crew. "It's gettin' late, I suggest we get some grub!"
A chorus of shouts came from the crew and the thought of food made Maxie realise that he actually hadn't eaten all day, his stomach rumbling as if to agree with him. Archie gave him a look, something between a strange mix of pity and amusement. "Sounds like yer agreein' to the idea of a meal there."
Maxie couldn't really disagree with that.
***
Dinner that night, like the one prior, was a chaotic and yet joyous affair for the crew. To celebrate getting through the coral reef relatively unscathed, Archie allowed his crew to open up a keg of beer, something they'd been saving for a special occasion for a while if the shouts and cheers from the crew as it was brought out were any indication. Maxie wouldn't have considered the possible idea that The Leviathan might need major repairs a cause for celebration, but he wasn't the captain and he didn't know Archie's crew like Archie did.
Food that night was relatively simple, a mix of dried beans, salted meat and a loaf of hard bread. Maxie pointedly made a show of ignoring the bread, to which Archie took it and soaked up his rum with it. When Maxie gave him a disgusted stare, the pirate simply grinned. He sighed heavily, before beginning to eat his own meal, too hungry to even deal with throwing a fuss at the quality of the food.
He was halfway through his meal when one of the crew pointed a knife at him, giving him a rather intrigued yet also scrutinising stare. Maxie bristled and was prepared to shout, or get Archie to control his boisterous lot, before the sailor laughed.
"Oi, Red, who did a number on yer neck!?" he asked, to which various other crew members, Shelly included, began staring at him.
He felt his appetite drop almost instantly, leaning back as if trying to distance himself from their questioning gazes. It didn't take a genius to know the sailor was talking about the bite marks on his neck, which had obviously become more visible since the time he'd applied whatever makeup Shelly had used on the marks. He was about to bark at them to mind their own business, but Archie pushed in.
"I did," he replied, picking at his nails absentmindedly.
Maxie wasn't sure whether his comment made things better or worse, and was tempted to leave so he didn't have to find out. Instead, he glared at the captain, the glare getting worse when Archie continued to ignore him.
"Cap'n, didn't ya say that we weren't allowed to sleep with the enemy?" another sailor pointed out, to a few mumbles of agreement.
Archie shrugged, looking at them as he sat upright. "I'm the captain, I do whatever the fuck I like."
"But-"
"No buts. What I do with Red's up to me and me alone, ya got it? Besides, I don't plan to let whatever happens between Red and I to interfere with my feelings." Here, he finally turned his gaze to Maxie, and the diplomat made a show of looking as disgusted as he could. "I could fuck ya everyday, and still want every fat cat friend of yers dead at my feet."
Normally Maxie would scoff at the words, but the way Archie said them so matter-of-factly threw him off, and he could only manage a sneer. Archie seemed to notice this lack of a response, his lips curling up into a disturbing grin. This grin finally gave Maxie the ability to speak his mind.
"I don't plan to make a habit of sleeping with you. Go find a whore to fuck, I'm sure they can be more satisfied than I was."
Archie chuckled as the crew all made various sounds of shock, some even saying that Maxie was blatantly lying. Maxie kept his face neutral, even as his mind played back their first night sleeping together, the overwhelming arousal that had coursed through his body as he'd rutted against Archie's thigh, the feeling of Archie's body beneath his fingers. It had, Maxie realised with a slight hint of despair, been one of the best fucks of recent years, and that alone was enough to make Maxie cringe if he hadn't been keeping a sharp check on his expression.
As the crew continued their celebrations, Maxie couldn't help but wonder why he felt that way about sleeping with Archie one time. In the end of his dwelling, he decided that it was because he didn't have to hide away his pleasure. Unlike back at home, where he'd have a quick fuck with some random nobleman and forget his name the next day, there seemed to be something more to this encounter with Archie.
The idea of what that something more could have been, however, was the final straw in Maxie's train of thought. He decided that he was simply tired, and a good night's rest would clear any subsiding thoughts about sex with Archie. He made a show of getting up, being caught by Archie's hand around his arm a split second later. Deigning not to react, Maxie turned and gave Archie a bored look.
"Where d'ya think yer goin' Red? The party's just begun."
"Unlike you animals, I try to make a habit of going to bed at a reasonable hour. Anyway, I'm tired after you decided to lock me up in that cubby hole you call a cell."
"Serves ya right for punchin' me. But, since I'm feelin' amiable, I'll escort ya back to my cabin," Archie replied, standing up and holding his arm out much like some sort of cavalier. Maxie, and a few crew members, snorted with laughter, shaking his head and striding out of the room without even a glance back at Archie.
Of course he didn't get far before Archie grabbed his arm, making him grumble a quiet protest. "Stop being so damn handsy!"
"Just wanted to make sure ya didn't get yerself lost. Wouldn't feel good if my favourite redhead hurt himself navigatin' the treacherous depths of my ship."
Maxie barked out a laugh, short and loud as he turned to face the pirate. "Stop lying to both me and yourself. You were just dying to stay in the company of The Great Maxie McDewitt for a little while longer."
Archie's look turned gentle as he reached out, cupping Maxie's chin with his hand and pulling their faces a little closer, their lips inches away.
"And what if I was?" he asked, voice hardly recognisable in its low, quiet tone. His warm breath hit Maxie's face, carrying along with it the scent of the rum he'd had that night.
Maxie blinked slowly before bringing himself back to reality, placing his hands on Archie's chest and pushing him away. His heart was racing furiously in his chest as he turned around.
"Goodnight, Archie."
And with that, he escaped to the privacy of his small room, determined not to dwell on whatever weird feelings were forming between the two.
***
The night's sleep Maxie had was, surprisingly, uneventful. Despite his mind reeling with the situation with Archie, he'd fallen asleep as soon as he was curled up in the hammock, listening to the sound of the water and the boat's creaking. It was a comforting distraction, one he used until dreams had taken over. When his eyes had opened, he realised it was not even dawn yet, groaning to himself before curling up some more, content with the idea of getting at least an hour's more shut eye.
That was until there came a rather gruff, deep and yet commanding voice from his doorway.
"Oi, stop with the eyelid inspection. 's time to get up yer Highness," Archie said, making Maxie groan again before he sat up, running a hand across his face. He could notice a bit of stubble across his cheeks, and he made a mental note to rummage around his pack for a shaving kit later.
"What do you call this time?" he grumbled, voice still rough with sleep.
"I call it 'Time fer Red to wake the fuck up'. Sounds pretty catchy if ya ask me," Archie replied, chuckling as he made his way forward. He stopped just short of the hammock, a look of mirth on his face at the glare he received.
"Your crew aren't even up yet, it's way too quiet," Maxie commented, even as he swung out of the hammock and wandered over to his pile of clothes.
"Most of 'em drunk themselves into a stupor last night, so I figured I'd let 'em have a bit of a sleep in. Can't say I'm not nice."
"What a charmer," Maxie muttered as he turned his back to Archie, too tired to even care that the captain was there as he slipped out of his nightgown and into the shirt and trousers he'd been expected to wear on board the ship now. They were beginning to feel familiar, comfortable even, which made Maxie wonder what had happened.
He decided seconds later it was way too early to be thinking about that and instead turned to see the captain watching him, eyebrow raised slightly. When Maxie gave him a questioning look, Archie simply chuckled.
"Just a few days ago ya were hidin' yer body from me like a blushin' maiden and now yer gettin' changed right before my eyes," here he whistled low. "Thanks for the show."
It took a minute for the words to register in Maxie's sleep addled brain but when they did he felt heat rise to his cheeks. Gritting his teeth, he glared at the captain once again, hands clenching into tight fists.
"This means nothing, you hear me? Now, explain to me why you're waking me up at this hour before I make you regret it."
Archie put his hands up, backing away slowly in a sign of surrender. "Easy there Red. I'm wakin' ya up because I feel we could have a little sparrin' session together. There's no way out of this so meet me on the deck when yer ready, I'm gonna teach ya how to fight like one of us."
Without even waiting to see what Maxie thought of this, Archie made his way out of his quarters, leaving the diplomat a little disorientated. He recovered quickly, grabbing the red ribbon he used to tie his hair back, shoving it into a messy ponytail, before heading out to Archie's quarters. A bowl of water sat next to a half empty jug and a towel, which Maxie was all too happy to use. After a quick scrub at his face, he deemed himself at least somewhat presentable and made his way above deck.
Archie was standing near the mast, two cutlasses in his hands. The sun was only just beginning to rise over the horizon, making the scene look somewhat serene. When he noticed Maxie, he beckoned him over with a nod of his head, passing him one of the blades wordlessly.
"You do realise I've hardly used a sword like this before, right?" Maxie inquired as he inspected the blade.
"Yep. I'm hopin' to teach ya some things if ya spar against me today. That small sword of yers is mighty fancy, but against pirates it might break. If that happens, yer gonna be defenceless, and I ain't always around to save yer sorry ass."
Archie stepped back a bit, placing his own blade out in front of him vertically. He pointed to the lower part of the blade, making sure Maxie was watching before explaining that that was where you parried. He then explained how it was much duller than the upper half, which is where all the damage came from.
"Cutlasses are kinda an ideal weapon for us pirates. You'll be happy to know that they're mostly used for thrustin', though you can also use it like more common swords."
Maxie inspected his own cutlass, watching the reflection of the ocean in the blade. It was a little longer than his own sword, slightly heavier too. Its hilt, whilst less intricate than Maxie's own, was designed in a very similar way, just not made exactly for Maxie's palm.
"This seems pretty dangerous," he commented as he investigated the hilt a little more.
"It is, that's why. This blade's designed so that yer gonna be able to use it anyway ya want to attack. The hilt's specifically designed to allow fer protection and punchin' an enemy in the face. Pretty fun to do, ya should right it sometime."
"Are you suggesting I try it on you?" Maxie asked with a smirk, watching as a surprised look crossed Archie's face before he smoothed it down.
"If ya ever decide to mutiny, I'll make sure to watch out for that uppercut."
Maxie's smirk got wider as he settled into position, knowing the ideal way to fight with a weapon similar to his own. Archie seemed to watch him for a moment before he settled into his own position, blade poised at the ready.
"Treat this like any practise sparrin' match. I wanna see ya fight like ya mean it," Archie said, before lunging at him.
Despite the suddenness, Maxie had seen that move coming from the way Archie had positioned himself, bringing the blade up to deflect, the dull twang of steel meeting steel making him smirk in delight. He noticed Archie's left side was open and swung towards it, his blade cut short by a quick deflection.
"Ya gotta surprise me more, I can read ya like a book!" Archie said and something about that changed triggered a change in Maxie's response as he put more effort into the fight.
Their sparring session became more daring and intense, with the two making somewhat stupid moves to try and get the upper hand. Their feelings towards one another, the weird animosity that Maxie feared was turning into something more than that, drove the two to fight as if they were fighting properly. They were acting like their own life was on the line, and Maxie found a thrill run through him, allowing him to just let loose. It was like the raid by the privateers again, but this time the feelings were amplified as it was Archie who he was fighting, the very man who'd gotten him into this entire situation.
And oh what a sight Archie looked before him. There was a fire in his eyes, a wild look that was reminiscent of a summer storm. The exertion had caused a sweat to break out across Archie's body, the rising sun making it glisten in a way that, to simply put it, was highly attractive. In that moment, Archie looked like an ideal captain, one that Maxie would have wanted to fight alongside, to obey and sail with.
And then, Archie's tongue darted out to lick the sweat off his top lip.
The action sent a spike of arousal coursing through Maxie's body, causing him to lose his footing, narrowly dodging the swing of Archie's sword. The captain scoffed loudly, backing away a little to allow Maxie the chance to recover.
"Get yer head outta the clouds!" he scolded, voice rough in a way that sent a shudder through Maxie's entire body. "Fight me like ya fuckin' mean it, Red!"
Maxie didn't have to be told twice.
Clearing his head, he charged at Archie, crying out as he did so. The captain smirked in delight, parrying each and every strike and thrust of his blade. Maxie had never fought like this before, not even when trying to save his own life, and the thrill of the battle sang through his veins. He wondered if this was what pirates felt like every time they raided another ship, but cleared those thoughts and focused entirely on Archie, stepping away like some sort of dancer from whatever attack he tried to land. A bark of laughter left his lips as a flurry of quick attacks drove Archie back, noticing his change in expression. There was want in those eyes of his, a want that seemed more intense than before, and Maxie couldn't say that the want was only one sided.
Thinking he had the upper hand, Maxie relaxed a little and let up the flurry of attacks, playing it off as simply being tired by his sudden charge. This was the biggest mistake he'd ever made, had he not made this one error, he could have bested the infamous pirate Archie Brimsey.
As he'd let up, Archie had used that small opening to his advantage. With a quick strike, his fist had connected with Maxie, managing to wind the diplomat just enough for him to lose his grip on his blade. It fell to the deck with a clatter as he clutched at his stomach, and that was all Archie needed to push Maxie back, his cutlass pointed right at his throat.
A sudden silence filled the air around them, both men panting harshly as they stared into one another's eyes. The fire was still brimming in Archie's though Maxie could see the intensity die down, the storm beginning to recede. Maxie felt hopeless as he stared at those eyes, wondering what Archie would do next, if he'd give in to whatever desire he had and plunge the blade just that bit further.
Of course he wouldn't.
"You wouldn't harm an asset to treasure," Maxie rasped out, finally straightening up properly.
Archie's gaze darkened somewhat before he pulled the blade back. Maxie closed his eyes, expecting a strike, or something, but instead opened them again as he heard the clang of steel, Archie's hand outstretched, the sword fallen from his grip.
"Yer right."
That was all Archie said as he stepped forward, pressing their lips together.
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Scenarios/Headcanons
Bungo Stray Dogs
their crush falling asleep on them (Dazai, Atsushi, Ranpo) (Chuuya, Akutagawa)
Ikemen Sengoku
ticklish MC (Oda-Forces) (Uesugi/Takeda-Forces)
MC w/sleeve tattoos (Masamune, Mitsunari, Mitsuhide)
Obey Me!
New Year headcanons [sfw+nsfw]
Final Fantasy XIV
Aymeric with smaller dominant lover (N//SFW)
One Shots
Bungo Stray Dogs
Love Comes In Many Ways - Dazais first time telling you he loves you
Ikemen Sengoku
Kenshin
Child!MC
Molested!MC
Late Night Snuggles
I’m better off alone (Angst)
Masamune
Child!MC
Lost Kitten
Tired!MC
Sasuke
Tree lounging
Mitsunari
Our own fairy tale
Ieyasu
Child!MC
Icy winds
Mitsuhide
Jealous!Mitsuhide
Stargazing w/ Mitsuhide
Mitsuhide x male!Reader [smut]
Nobunaga
Draw
Kennyo
You’re driving me crazy
Ikemen Revolution
Oliver
MCs birthday
Samurai Love Ballad Party
Yoshichi
“Lightning the fire“ (N//SFW)
Yukimura
A Sting Of Jealousy (N//SFW)
Ikemen Vampire
Vincent
Lazing on a Sunday afternoon
Theo
Make-Out Session with surprise
Selling a picture
Giveaway story SMUT / femdom (light)
Napoleon
Giveaway story FLUFF
Giveaway story SMUT 
Giveaway story SMUT / femDom
Dazai
A Pleasant Surprise - Dazai x MC x Leonardo threesome
Leonardo
A Pleasant Surprise - Dazai x MC x Leonardo threesome
Obey Me!
Leviathan
Watching a stream/Let’s play [headcanon]
Satan
Keep On Reading [smut]
Asmodeus
Leashed Desire [smut]
The Game Is On [smut]
Beelzebub
Another Kind Of Hunger [smut]
Belphegor
A Surprise To Wake Up To [smut]
Diavolo
Fluff (Diavolo/Melipharo (OC))
One Piece
Trafalgar Law
Worth Losing A Bet [smut] (sub!Law x dom!Reader)
Doflamingo
Doflamingo x Reader x Crocodile [smut]
Crocodile
Doflamingo x Reader x Crocodile [smut]
Final Fantasy 14
Aymeric de Borel
sleepy cuddles
Love Unholyc
Sol
Pet Play [NSFW]
Stories
Ikemen Sengoku
Memories of you pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 (Masamune x MC Pirate!AU) [ under editing]
How I Became The Queen Of Hell - Prologue (Diavolo x OC) [paused]
Headcanons
One Piece
Killer
Killer with sweet s/o
Kid
Kid hitting it off with kooky but kind s/o
Shanks
Shanks treating his fem!s/o
Ikemen Vampire
Theo and s/o interacting with their daughter
Final Fantasy XIV
Aymeric
Aymeric with a touch sensitive lover
Other
IkeSen warlords as Queen songs
IkeVamp suitors as Queen songs
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destiel-fic-rec · 7 years
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Drop Anchor by almaasi
Summary: AU. A sailor and an enemy pirate are marooned on an island together, and while awaiting rescue they accidentally achieve domestic bliss.
Or:
Dean Winchester is lieutenant of the Royal Trading Ship Echelon. On a pleasantly sunny but particularly catastrophic day, he is marooned on an island somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with only one man for company. That man is Castiel, captain of the black-sailed Leviathan: a pirate, no less. Given the circumstances under which they are stranded, rescue seems unlikely, and it could be aeons before a ship even comes by. The two of them may as well make the most of their own private island, personal differences be damned.
Comments: 10/10. It's hot and amazing and so sweet and fluffy. The smut is amazing, and the feelings part of it is just as awesome. It’s also so domestic it’s adorable.
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movedtosalamoonder · 7 years
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What fandoms do you write?
Oh boy. That’s the million dollar question. The reason I don’t have them listed in my blog description is because there’s SO MANY.
Here’s a list of fandoms I’ve written for previously and would write for again:
BBC Sherlock
Dan and Phil*
Holy Musical B@man
Harry Potter
Marvel**
Star Trek**
Starship (Musical)
Team Starkid**
Wolf 359
Here’s a list of fandoms I’m in that I haven’t written for, but would write for:
Be More Chill
The Bridge
The Chronicles of Narnia
DC**
Doctor Who
Eos 10
Heathers
The Hobbit
Kakos Industries
The Kane Chronicles
Lord of the Rings
The Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air)
The Penumbra Podcast
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
RENT
Star Wars**
Welcome to Night Vale
Within The Wires
And here’s a list of fandoms that I’m in and miiiiiiiight write for:
Airborn (Book trilogy)
Alice Isn’t Dead (not caught up)
Animal Academy
C+ Students
Death Note
Discorded Whooves
Disney**
Doctor Whooves
Hello from the Magic Tavern
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
How I Met Your Mother
The Hunger Games
John Green Books (An Abundance of Katherines,  The Fault in our Stars, Looking for Alaska, Paper Towns)**
Leviathan (Book trilogy)
Little White Lie (Webseries)
Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard (not caught up)
Maximum Ride
Musicals Doctor Horrible’s Sing Along Blog, Hamilton, Into the Woods, Legally Blonde, Les Miserables, The Music Man, Once on this Island, The Phantom of the Opera, The Producers, Sweeney Todd, Twisted, A Very Potter Musical, A Very Potter Sequel, A Very Potter Senior Year, Wicked, The Wiz, The Wizard of Oz)
Pirates of the Caribbean
Pokemon**
The Princess Bride
Rise of the Guardians
Soul Eater
The Strange Case of Starship Iris
Studio Ghibli (The Cat Returns, From Up on Poppy Hill, Grave of the Fireflies, Spirited Away, The Tale of the Princess Kaguya, Whispers of the Heart)
Supernatural
Survivors (Erin Hunter series)
Tim Burton (9, Alice in Wonderland, Alice Through the Looking Glass, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Coraline, The Corpse Bride, Edward Scissorhands, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Sweeney Todd)**
Torchwood
The Underland Chronicles
Warriors (Erin Hunter series)
Also, these are not ALL my fandoms…just the ones I feel I can write for! I may be willing to try something else :) I’ll keep this list updated.
* I don’t write anything romantic/sexual for Dan and Phil, because they’re real people and I find it…uncomfortable. They have said that they’re okay with fanfiction about them, but let’s be real, I can barely write smut for fictional characters.
**Because these fandoms are so extensive you’re gonna have to specify. I’m most familiar with Spiderman (some comics, all movies), Thor (same thing), Teen Titans, the older Starkid musicals, all the Star Wars movies, some old republic stuff, nearly all the books between movies and most of the legacy of the force books, and I’ll tentatively say mooost Disney movies.
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