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lustspren · 10 months

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P.S.T EP. 4 | The Hydra ft Ryujin, Yuna

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Ryujin, Yuna & Male Reader (Special Guest: Lia)

genres: brat! Ryujin, blowjob, oral sex, foursome, anal (lia), hard sex, daddy kink, squirt, facefuck, creampie, voyeur

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It was supposed and agreed that the day after your session with Yeji you would return to the girls' house to meet Ryujin, but an unexpected and bittersweet event ruined all your plans. In fact, it was not just one event, but two. The first was about your job. The spa had been having a considerable increase in the number of clients during that whole month, and you as a worker were the first to notice it, but what you never expected was to reach that point, where you had to work extra hours to be able to cover all requests and reservations that came in daily.

You had no complaints about it, it was work and extra money, and Ryujin, like the rest of the girls, had understood it perfectly. Of course, the money wasn't the only thing making all that hard work and overtime worth it, as you've hosted some industry bigwigs at the spa, and best of all, each one was just as hot as the previous one. Saerom and Nagyung from Fromis, Hwasa from Mamamoo, Chaewon and Yujin from Lesserafim, Kwon Eunbi, etc. Even Lee Chaeyeon (with whom you constantly broke the no penetration rule) was with you during those days, and from that session with her, she was sending you endless messages and lewd photos, letting you understand how addicted she was to you, and how much she needed you.

The second unexpected event, naturally, was that the Itzy girls were still idols with a career and activities, and from one moment to the next their schedules were completely full. It wasn't until three weeks after your encounter with Yeji that your free slots on your schedules finally matched up.

The week leading up to your visit to Ryujin was pretty unusual, to say the least. The work environment felt strangely different, but it was Juyeon's and Sunwoo's fault, your two co-workers who were incredibly irritable and stressed absolutely every day of the week. You related it to something as simple as all the pressure you've been under lately, and you would have come to that conclusion if it wasn't for something else extremely weird that happened that week.

You had your appointment with Ryujin on Friday afternoon, right after you got off work, but starting Monday, in your free time you began to receive deliveries of all kinds of fruit, strawberries, mangoes, bananas, peaches, and in much larger quantities, pineapple. Accompanying each delivery was a little note that specifically said to make sure you enjoyed it well, and that they were sent with a lot of love. You tried to find explanations about it, but your receptionist told you that they were anonymous deliveries, and that she had no idea what it could be, but you were suspicious.

By Thursday you had gotten used to eating the same fruits every day, you weren't complaining, luckily you liked pineapples a lot, but that didn't stop you from continuing to be suspicious of just one specific person, a person whose name began with Sh and ended with In Ryujin. Who else would be able to do something like that? And coincidentally the week in which you were going to see her? It must have been one of her dirty tricks. Besides, you weren't a fool, and you knew perfectly well the popular beliefs that people had about pineapple, you didn't fully know the veracity of that information, but the simple gesture led you to conclude that it was only about her.

The long-awaited day finally arrived, in the morning you had written to Ryujin, asking her for a confirmation about whether the plan was still on or not, she gave you the affirmative, and you spent the whole day looking at the clock like a teenager waiting for the last bell of summer. Luckily for you the day went by quite quickly, you only had two clients that day, and when you least expected it, your departure time was just around the corner.

You left your spa room after leaving it clean and tidy like every day, to sit on one of the sofas in the reception while you drank a hot coffee. The minutes passed, and when the clock marked your departure time, you immediately got up to go collect your things and leave. You already had your backpack on your shoulder, walking straight to the exit when the receptionist called you.

"Hey! Don't go yet!" the receptionist said, and you immediately turned around with a raised eyebrow, "someone came."

"Huh?" you frowned, somewhat offended since it was already your departure time, "Why doesn't Sangyeon cover me? Or Eric!" you asked, turning around.

"This person specifically requested you," she said, looking at her computer and typing something you couldn't see, "you can't say no, I'm sorry."

"Ugh, you gotta be fucking kidding me..." you muttered clearly annoyed, reluctantly walking back to the spa room.

You sent a message to Ryujin, telling her that something had come up at the last moment and that you would be a little late. You stayed propped up against one of the massage tables, watching impatiently as she'd seen the message, but she just wasn't responding.

"Fuck... she's going to hate me..." you muttered to yourself, putting your hands up to your face and clearing your throat in frustration. At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and a short woman came in, dressed in baggy black pants, white hoodie, white beanie and circular glasses. She took off her mask, revealing a face that completely blew you away at how beautiful it was. You stepped forward to greet her with a bow, "Welcome, I'll be your host today!"

"Oh hi," she returned the bow to you, "I don't think so, that's not why I came here."

"Uh?" you frowned in confusion.

"Well... I'll be as brief as possible with you," she approached you with slow steps, until she stood in front of you, "my name is Noh Jihye, but you can call me Noze."

"Noze? Like the English word?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"Uh-uh," she shook her finger, "Nou-zi. With Z," she clarified.

"Ah, sure," you nodded, "and what brings you here then?"

"Well, I'm going to tell you this and I don't want you to freak out," she sighed, scratching her forehead with a finger, "I'm Aespa's manager," your eyes widened, and you froze. She couldn't be serious, Aespa? The girlgroup that was at Coachella not so long ago? "Well, I wasn't expecting any other reaction, look," she took you by the shoulder, and walked with you until she sat down on one of the individual sofas, "I am perfectly aware of the services you offer here, and not only the services, but also what you do for idols."

"What do you mean by that? I only give massages..." you thought about it for a moment, "well, and with some extra services."

"Honey, don't get smart with me, you fuck any idol that asks you to," she said clean and without mincing words. You blushed, and with a sigh you took a hand to the temple.

"That doesn't happen often, please don't tell the receptionist," you said embarrassed.

"I'm not going to say anything, calm down, that's not important right now anyway," she crossed her legs, looking to the side, towards the decoration in the room, that's when you analyzed her stupidly beautiful face in detail, above all, her marked and attractive jaw. She might as well be an idol too, you were very puzzled as to why she was only a manager, "First of all, of course the agency really appreciates your discretion with this whole thing."

"God, just get to the point, you're making me nervous."

"Well, Itzy's manager and I have been good friends since college," she started, and at that moment you knew how screwed you were, you just kept quiet, "he highly recommended you," again, your eyes widened, there was no fucking way, "and well, I don't know if you know but my girls will have a world tour very soon, and they have certain needs to cover, as you will understand."

"Wow wow wow," you said, putting the brakes on the conversation since you had a lot to process in a very short time, "Itzy's manager knows about my... you know," you couldn't find a way to say it, "visits?"

"Oh yes, he talks about you a lot, actually," she stood in front of you, crossing her arms.

"And he allows all that to happen?" You raised both eyebrows, "I can't believe it, that's fucking surreal, how come I'm not in trouble? Or how are the girls not in trouble?"

"Easy, he doesn't care to stop all your dirty little games, the girls are happy and de-stressed all the time," she looked into your eyes, "you really must have a magic cock, huh?" she laughed, and you were sure you blushed again.

"I'm not going to comment on that," you said curtly, trying to look away since her gaze was burning you.

"Anyway, the incident with Yuna almost caused a big problem within the group," she said, her tone more serious, "you really did a miracle getting that brat back home without anyone knowing."

"Are you telling me that he knows in detail what I do with them?" you made a face of disgust.

"Uh? No!" she denied instantly, "It's not like he has cameras like some psychopaths, or anything like that, he only knows where the girls go and who enters their house at all times, he doesn't care what they do."

"Well, that calms me down a bit, but what the fuck, how does he know that anyway!" you said, realizing it was just as absurd.

"I can't tell you anything about it, everyone has their own methods of keeping their group safe," she shrugged, heading to the exit, "I'll keep an eye on you, pretty boy, keep up the good work, and maybe soon a juicy new contract will come your way," she winked at you in an unnecessarily attractive way, and then walked out of the room, leaving you staring blankly and completely still.

During the time that you had been talking with Noze, Ryujin had never crossed your mind. Desperate, you immediately took out your phone to check your chat with her, and you found a series of pleasant surprises that made you hate Noze with all your life for having chosen such a bad time to introduce herself to you. The chat was full of all sorts of lewd stuff, most notably photos and videos. The photos got progressively hotter as the messages went by, to the point where she was completely naked on camera. Leg spread, stomach down, on her knees and hands, short videos rubbing her pussy, all of that was just a part of everything she had sent you.

What spilled the water from the glass was a voice note that she sent as her last message:

"Daaaaddyyyyy! Where are you? I'm so in need of a good cock that I don't know how much more I can take, come quickly or I'll have to resort to my plan B!" Ryujin said in the voice note with a sensual and provocative voice.

You turned off the phone screen and ran out of the spa room, past the reception, picked up your backpack again and ran as fast as you could without looking crazy towards your car. You didn't play music on the way to the girl's house, your mind was so busy imagining what Ryujin might be doing while you were gone that your brain couldn't even focus on two tasks at once, so you drove in complete silence.

When you arrived in front of the girls' house, the first thing that caught your attention was something that certainly didn't make you happy. There were two vehicles already parked, easily recognizable to you since you saw them every day in the morning and in the afternoon. They were the cars of Sunwoo and Juyeon, your coworkers. You stopped before parking, thinking that all the stress those two had been carrying throughout the week was finally beginning to make sense to you. You were a little angry, but not with them, but with the artifice of all that provocation. You never believed that Ryujin could become such a bitch, but damn she exceeded all your expectations.

You parked your car to the far right, right next to Sunwoo's car, and then turned off the engine. You got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked gritting your teeth towards the house gate, to enter the password and walk inside. You went up to the second floor right away, not meeting any of the girls on your way, and when you entered the living room, your whole face relaxed, and the anger seemed to vanish from your body.

Lia was lying face down on the sofa, her feet up and propped up on her elbows as she used an iPad, wearing nothing but white panties that exposed all of her round ass. You sighed, taking a few steps towards her until she noticed your presence, looking over her shoulder and giving you a small smirk.

"Is it me or every time I come here you have fewer clothes on?" you smiled, standing in front of her and looking at her whole body. You noticed a certain shine under the thin fabric of her panties, right at the parting of her buttocks. A shiny gem, probably from a plug, but you decided not to say anything.

"It's not usually like that, I just wanted to do it today because I know you'd come," she winked at you, "Ryujin and your friends are waiting for you upstairs in her room, I'd hurry if I were you."

"That bitch is fucking unbearable, I can't believe she was capable of that," you huffed in annoyance, turning around and walking down the hall to the stairs.

"She doesn't like to wait, and she did exactly what she knew would make you feel guilty," Lia said, glancing back at her iPad.

"It's okay, I'll show that little slut who's boss between the two of us," that was the last thing you said to Lia before going up to the third floor.

You looked for Ryujin's room, and just before entering you could already hear lewd sounds coming from inside it. You took a deep breath, and when you entered, you were met with a completely shocking image for you. Ryujin was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, completely naked like your two coworkers on either side of her and with her legs spread. She had one hand playing with her pussy, and the other was quickly jerking off Sunwoo, while Juyeon jerked off himself pointing at her. Her hand alternated between the two of them, and they did nothing but gasp and look at her with eyes of desire. You just stood there like an idiot, none of them noticing your presence yet.

"God, I knew the pineapple would be a great idea," Ryujin gasped, and then smiling, "I really hoped it would work, and it certainly did, but I'm still not satisfied, you know?" she raised an eyebrow, moving her hand even faster over Juyeon's cock, who just a few seconds later began to cum all over Ryujin's body between moans, the cum fell on her face, on her tits and on her thighs, and it wasn't until she stopped receiving Juyeon's load that she noticed that you were there, "Oh, look who's here!" Ryujin laughed mischievously, "Sorry darling, you made me lose my patience and I had to start with my new friends!"

You wanted to say a lot of things at that moment, such as several insults towards her, but you held back so as not to cause more trouble or ignite more Ryujin's fuse.

"But I'm here now, I couldn't control what happened today," you said, removing your uniform as you walked with slow steps towards her.

"Wow, stop right there," Ryujin said immediately, and you stopped two meters from her, just wearing your boxers, "what do you think you're doing?" she asked with a cocky laugh, "you made me wait long enough, darling," she pointed her finger at you, "now I'll make you wait, and you'll bear it."

"You're a nasty fucking bitch, you know that?" you said from the bottom of your heart, clenching your fists in anger.

"Save your anger for when you fuck me, sweetheart," she blew you an extremely exaggerated kiss, trying to look as pretty as possible to cover up what she really was, "now, you two" she looked at Juyeon and then at Sunwoo, "fuck me right now, I don't care who fucks my pussy and who fucks my mouth, just do it."

You just stood there, and both Juyeon and Sunwoo looked as if they wanted to say 'sorry'. You looked back at both of them, signaling not to worry about you and that you weren't upset with them. You certainly couldn't blame them, they had nothing to do with it, and you were sure that Ryujin had personally paid them her money just to annoy you. They were men too, and they had carnal desires like you, you understood them perfectly.

Ryujin got up from the chair and went to the last bed on the left, which you were sure wasn't hers, but she wanted you to stay as far away from them as possible. She climbed on the bed and got on her hands and knees as she waited for the boys, who didn't follow any kind of foreplay and positioned themselves, Juyeon in front of her and Sunwoo behind her. You, annoyed and horny as fuck at the same time, had to limit yourself to sitting on the furthest bed to see.

Sunwoo spat on his cock and took it straight into Ryujin's pussy, who released a long moan that was later silenced by Juyeon's cock inside her mouth. You started to touch yourself slowly, without being too intense since you wanted to reserve yourself for her, watching how your coworkers began to spit roast Ryujin without any mercy, and ignoring the fact that you couldn't do shit.

Ryujin leaned only on her elbows, sucking Juyeon's dick between moans and shakes of her body thanks to the crashes of Sunwoo's pelvis against her ass as she hammered her pussy in and out. Juyeon let her move her head on her own for a few seconds, until he decided to take control of her and hold the sides of her head, starting to fuck her face as energetically as Sunwoo did with her pussy.

You didn't want to touch yourself too much, but it was such a hot scene that you couldn't help but move your hand over your dick a little faster, not knowing which way to look as it was unbelievably hot to watch on both sides. First you would see how her pussy was fucked hard and deep by Sunwoo's cock, who was holding her firmly by the waist, and then how Juyeon's cock was almost completely in and out of Ryujin's mouth, from which all the saliva accumulated in it began to spill.

"Don't even think about cum inside me, either of you," Ryujin warned as she pushed Juyeon out of her mouth so she could speak, "that privilege is reserved for our little spectator," when she said that, she tilted her head slightly to look at you and smile like she was the most evil of villains, you stood up and took a step, but she stopped you again, "Sit down, I didn't say you can join."

You snorted, giving yourself a little smack in the thigh and sitting on the edge of the bed again. Juyeon and Sunwoo exchanged positions, and restarted the whole thing again, including your torture. A couple of minutes passed, and Ryujin reached what you didn't know if it was her first orgasm of the night or what, but she made sure to exaggerate it as much as possible knowing that your eyes were only on her.

They changed the whole position when she passed her orgasm, putting her with her back against the mattress and her legs spread wide, Juyeon held her by her thighs, and Sunwoo grabbed her by the neck as they both started fucking her from both holes. You sighed, and a few seconds later, you tried to join again. You were one step away from them, but Ryujin looked at you out of the corner of her eye, and she wriggled out of the cock in her mouth to stop you with a raised finger.

"Get the fuck away, you're still grounded," this time she said it with a bit more severity in her voice. And that was your limit.

"Very good, I fucking quit! Fuck-you!" already done, you yelled at her, and in a rush of rage, you rushed out of the room with your blood boiling. You clenched your fists, and waved them in the air wanting to hit something, but after seconds you calmed down a bit, taking a deep breath.

You wandered aimlessly all over the third floor, with a very needed boner and tired of Ryujin's stupid game. You wanted to teach that little slut a lesson, and you were sure that with the passing of the minutes you would be able to do it, but right now you were very horny and your head was completely clouded by rage. You didn't know what to do, but a memory came to your head. Choi Jisoo.

At that moment you perfectly remembered what she had told you, and especially what she was wearing, so you set out to look for her. Luckily for you, the first place you looked for her was precisely the place where she was. Her room.

You found her fast asleep, with all the lights off and the windows open, letting the twilight illuminate the room with the little amount of light it offered. She layed on her stomach and slightly onto her side, one arm under the pillow and the other over it, one knee slightly up and the other leg fully extended (classical sleep position). She wasn't covered with any blanket, leaving her ass looking incredibly inviting and juicy in that position, still adorned by her thin panties.

Not even giving it a second thought, you closed the door behind you and walked towards her without making too much noise, since the room was too quiet and peaceful for you to ruin. You climbed on the bed discreetly, and crawled over to position yourself on top of her, with each hand next to her head.

"Hm?..." Lia muttered, shifting a bit to open her eyes slightly. You lowered your body, giving Lia loving little kisses to the side of her face and then to her neck, "What are you doing here, honey?" she asked, using the hand on the pillow to cup and then caress your cheek as you kissed her neck.

"Ryujin is playing one of her nasty fucking games, she won't let me join in," you said, pecking her shoulders and then back to her cheek. She turned her face to give you a little kiss on her lips, and you lowered your body a little more to press your cock against her ass.

"Oh no... my sweet baby," she said in a soothing voice, placing more little pecks on your lips as she brushed her thumb across your cheekbone, "Doesn't that bitch give you the attention you deserve?" When she felt your cock press against her ass, she began to move her hips up sensually to tease you.

"Hell no, she blames me for something that wasn't my fault," you met her lips, exchanging increasingly intense kisses. She lowered her hand from your cheekbone to put it between your bodies and reach your cock, which she caught with her fingers and began to stroke slowly.

"Fuck me baby, I'll take good care of you," she murmured between kisses, "you just have to put that cock inside me, I don't care which hole."

"God, have I told you how fucking amazing you are?" that made Lia stare into your eyes, and then her face turned red.

"I…" she avoided your gaze, and then bit her lip as she continued to move her hand slowly over your cock, "just fuck me honey, you make me soft when you say those things to me," she said with an adorable little smile.

"Would you let me take this thing off you then?" You smiled, tugging at the hem of her panties and letting go again to give her a little whiplash.

"I waited with them on for you to do it, what do you think?" she said with a small giggle.

You knelt between Lia's legs and grabbed the hem of her panties, slowly lowering them off her legs and then tossing them to the corner of the bed. What you suspected so much since you arrived at the house was finally revealed to you, and it was exactly what you expected. A heart-shaped anal plug, with a beautiful blue gem embedded, similar to a sapphire.

"Were you going to sleep with that on?" you asked, putting a hand on her asscheek and squeezing it.

"I always have to be ready for you, right?" she wiggled her ass from side to side, inviting you to have fun with her.

"Let's just leave it there for a moment, that pussy is fucking tempting me," you brought your two fingers to her slit, rubbing her folds slowly and leaning forward to kiss her.

As you kissed her your fingers kept rubbing her slit slowly, and you didn't stop until you felt her pussy start to get wet. You broke away from the kiss, and licked your hand to get it to your cock, slightly lubricating the tip of it and taking it to her pussy, carefully pushing your hips down to get inch by inch inside her. Lia let out a low moan, and you placed your hands on either side of her head as you pushed yourself deep inside her silky pussy.

Lia lifted her knee higher, making her ass look and feel even hotter as you rested inside her and placed small kisses on her temple.

Being as fucking horny as you were, you began to move your hips up and down at a considerable pace from the start, letting every inch of your shaft slide in and out of Lia's pretty pink pussy. She looked into your eyes with a frown of pleasure, and you watched her pretty adorable face for a few seconds, admiring how beautiful she was until you kissed her again. Lia took her other hand out from under the pillow and grabbed your face with both of them, deepening the kiss and drowning her sensual moans against it.

You kept pushing your hips up and down, with quick and sensual movements with which you didn't want to be too harsh with her, since she was doing you a favor and you wanted to repay her in the best way you could. You carefully separated from the kiss, and made her turn her face so you could dedicate yourself to giving her small kisses on the nape of her neck and the back of her shoulders, while your cock continued to pump in and out of her.

Lia hugged the pillow under her head, and you straightened your back to put a hand on Lia's waist, moving slightly faster and making her ass bounce with each little bump of your pelvis against it. Her buttocks looked fucking delicious to your eyes, and you couldn't help but gently squeeze one of them. Lia couldn't do anything but stare at you, letting out little whimpers to show you how much she was enjoying how you fucked her.

You fucked her pussy for no more than a minute, until you finally decided to give her what you and she were so looking forward to.

"I think it's time to give that ass a good fuck, don't you?" you asked, grabbing her by her waist and making her lift her ass so that she was on her hands and knees. She arched her back, leaving her ass perfectly positioned for you, and you gave both cheeks a little spank.

You grasped the butt plug carefully, and slowly pulled it completely out of her, set it aside from you on the blankets, and now focused on her well-dilated ass. Lia was looking at you over her shoulder, leaning on her forearms and moving her ass back to rub against your cock.

"Go ahead sweetie, my ass is completely yours and no one else's," she said, bringing both hands to her buttocks and spreading them apart to further highlight her ass.

Her provocations turned you on even more, and not wanting to hold on for much longer, you spat a good amount of saliva on your cock, leaving it well salivated and then guiding it towards Lia's ass, burying yourself little by little inside her tight and infernally exquisite hole. Being her weakness, Lia gripped the pillow tightly and muffled a loud moan against it, and you started pumping your cock in and out of her as if your life depended on it.

You really didn't want to be too hard on her, but you did nothing more than take out all your anger and desire previously caused by Ryujin on how you fucked Lia's ass, holding onto her waist firmly and going all the way in and out with stronger thrusts. Lia of course didn't mind that, she enjoyed being fucked by you no matter how it was, and you took advantage of it.

"Yes baby, fuck that ass," Lia whimpered, leaning on her hands to lift her body a bit, "release all that frustration and desire in me, I love to take good care of you for always being such a good fucking boy!"

Under normal circumstances you would have added spanks, hard squeezes and hair pulling to it all, but you kept a certain degree of care towards her, just making sure she felt your cock fill her with every deep, hard thrust. She fell back against the pillow, and her moans grew louder as her ecstasy took over every fiber of her body.

You thrust and thrust, over and over again without giving her any rest while your hands were clinging to her waist and your pelvis made her ass move like jelly with each crash. Lia's pleasure escalated too fast in her, you assumed it was a combination of every possible factor, the dull and sexy lighting in the room, the fact that she was pleasuring you, and the way you fucked her, all led to an orgasm that made her bury her face in the pillow as she exploded into screams.

Lia's ass tightened around your shaft even more as her whole body trembled and her shrieks of pleasure were muffled against the pillow, and that ended up driving you to your highest point of pleasure as well. You gave her ass a few more thrusts, until with a stronger one, you were buried inside her as you began to shoot all your hot, thick load into her ass.

You gave her ass slow, deep thrusts, shooting spurts of thick cum into her as you both energetically went through your orgasms, moans and little grunts from you. Lia dropped her ass down, laying her stomach flat against her mattress and inadvertently pulling you off her ass while you still shot a few drops, which landed on her ass for a finish. Anyway, seconds later, your cum began to spill out of her ass in a constant river that flowed directly into the sheet under her.

"Fuck… thank you, Julia," you gasped, sitting up on your ankles, "that was fucking wonderful… you're wonderful."

"You have nothing to be thankful for, consider it a pass for any time you feel frustrated or upset, darling," Lia said, one side of her face resting against the pillow as she gazed up at you with beady eyes.

"Do you want me to get you something to clean yourself up?" you asked, pointing to the pool of cum in the gap between her legs.

"There are wipes in that drawer," she pointed back to the nightstand, and you reached down to open the drawer, pull out the packet of wipes, and pull out a couple to give her, "thank you honey."

You waited patiently for her to clean herself up, to lie down behind and curl up in a spoon position for a few seconds of nothing but silence and serenity, you could have stayed there sleeping with her, but you had unfinished business with Shin Ryujin.

"I have to go, baby," you murmured in Lia's ear, before giving her a peck on her shoulder.

"It's okay, go ahead and show that bitch what you're made of, cutie," she turned her head to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"That is if she lets me," you sighed, getting up from the bed and then walking towards the exit, "see you later, Choi Jisoo, rest well," you winked at her.

"See you later, pretty boy," she winked back, and blew you a little kiss before sinking back onto the pillow and closing her eyes.

You left the room, and almost died of a heart attack when you barely left, you met Shin Yuna with her arms crossed and looking at you with a severe, sharp and judging look.

"I thought it was Ryujin's turn!" she complained, a disgusted scowl on her face.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" you asked confused.

"Oh come on, you were in there fucking Lia!" she raised her voice more, more annoyed than you thought, "I thought it was about Ryujin, but I see it wasn't!"

"Can you lower your voice?" you asked with an awkward grimace, "I have sensitive eardrums honey."

"It's not fair that she gets two turns and I don't!" Yuna crossed her arms, frowning in annoyance. You were about to try to reassure her with explanations and excuses, but suddenly a brilliant idea occurred to you.

"Okay, do you want a second turn?" you asked, raising both of her eyebrows and cupping her chin with your fingers. She was wearing a light blue, sleeveless, high-necked top, and she wriggled free of your fingers to remove it, revealing her a nice pair of sexy mounds.

"What the hell do you think?" She cocked her head, looking up and down your naked body, to grab your cock and gently massage it.

"Very well, come with me," you removed her hand from your cock and grabbed her wrist, walking straight into the beast's mouth.

You pulled Yuna through the corridors of the third floor, until you reached the room where Ryujin was putting on all her vile theater. You opened the door, and the first thing you and Yuna were met with was Ryujin kneeling in the middle of Sunwoo and Juyeon, sucking both dicks covered in saliva, her hair a mess and her body sweaty.

Yuna looked at you with her mouth ajar, surprised by the lewd scene just meters away from you. She looked at Ryujin once more, and after a few seconds, she slowly nodded her head to see you again, making you understand that she knew exactly what was happening there.

"Now you get it?" you asked quietly.

"Absolutely," she nodded, biting her lower lip, "let's make that bitch jealous, come here."

You surrounded Yuna's slim body with your two arms, pressing her chest against yours and kissing her in the most intense way possible, trying to get the attention of Ryujin and your coworkers. As you kissed her, she kicked off her sneakers and your hands went to her jean shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with her panties included to her knees.

Now completely naked, Yuna broke away from her kiss to fall on her knees in front of you and your cock, which she took by the base of it and began to lick it from all possible angles as if it were a lollipop. She was giving your cock slow strokes with her hand, pulling it back so she could have better access to your balls, which she sucked and kissed for a few seconds before taking the tip of your cock into her pretty mouth.

She began to suck just the tip of your cock, adding her tongue to swirl around it as her hand moved in a corkscrew motion along your shaft. You saw out of the corner of your eye that you had managed to get Ryujin's attention, so you immediately grabbed the sides of Yuna's head and slowly pushed your hips forward, taking your cock inch by inch deep down her throat.

Yuna's eyes widened at your sudden move, and she grabbed onto your thighs with her nails as she scrunched up her face. Seconds later, her gag reflex made you take your cock out for a moment.

You let her rest for a second, and then you looked into her eyes, she nodded, which served as a green light for you to guide your cock back into her mouth and start moving your hips back and forth, fucking Yuna's face in the most energetic and flashy way you could. Knowing that Ryujin was watching you, you looked up to lock eyes with her, holding her gaze as you pushed your cock in and out of Yuna's mouth.

Yuna knew perfectly well how to play as well, and looking to make the scene even hotter and more attractive for Ryujin, she brought both hands behind her back to hold her own wrist and let you fuck her mouth like an insignificant sex slave. Ryujin didn't look happy at all, you could tell by how she pressed her tongue against the inside of her lower lip and by how she had completely lost the desire to continue doing what she was doing, but that didn't stop her from being competitive with you. She definitely wasn't going to go down that easy, so she dove back into your coworkers' cock, forcing them to fuck her mouth too.

You accepted her challenge to make it a competition, but she didn't know that you had a crushing advantage over her, an advantage that you would seize sooner rather than later. You put a hand on Yuna's head, grabbing her hair tightly to make her move her head at the same time you moved your hips, shaking her like a rag doll whose mouth was being completely ruined by your cock.

Saliva began to spill from the corners of Yuna's lips, so she simply chose to stick her tongue out of it and open it as much as she could so that saliva fell everywhere, especially towards her thighs. You looked down, meeting her gaze and smiling at what a great job she was doing, but things could get even more exciting.

"Get on your hands and knees, slut, I want to fuck that tight pussy," you ordered Yuna, and then you took your cock out of her mouth for her to comply with her order.

Yuna positioned herself just as you asked, and being one step ahead of you, she faced Ryujin, who was doing everything possible to concentrate on taking Sunwoo and Juyeon's cocks, failing in the attempt since she could only have her gaze on you two. You knelt behind Yuna, and she, leaning on her forearms, made a beautiful arch with her back to leave her entire chest and face against the ground while her ass was perfectly raised for you.

Your cock was already fully salivated and slippery, so it was as easy for you to rub the tip a few times between Yuna's folds and then move your hips forward, sliding with one slow thrust deep inside Yuna's tight pussy. Yuna let out a loud and prolonged moan, it was very noticeable that it was overreacted, but in Ryujin's head that only served as fuel for her fire.

You made eye contact with Ryujin, who had no choice but to get carried away by Sunwoo and Juyeon as they took turns fucking her mouth. You, meanwhile, were taking it upon yourself to let her know how much you were enjoying being inside Yuna, and soon you started moving your hips back and forth, pumping slowly for the first minute and then starting to pound her incredibly tight pussy at a steady pace, with strong and deep thrusts.

Yuna continued with her cheek and her hands against the soft carpet floor, her pussy being hammered harder and faster by your cock, which was completely in and out of it with each of your pumps. You gave one of her buttocks a strong and spicy spank, your hand was marked in bright red on her skin, and you repeated the same thing on her other buttock. Yuna squealed, and you leaned forward to grab a handful of her hair and yank it back, fucking her with all your might.

"Oh fuck yes daddy! Fuck that thigh little pussy!" Yuna whimpered loudly, and you spanked her again with your free hand. Apparently, Ryujin didn't like it at all that she called you that, you were sure that she had felt quite offended.

"Do you like how daddy pounds that slutty pussy baby?" you grunted, letting go of her hair and grabbing her shoulders to pull her towards you, pressing her back against your chest and grabbing her neck as you kept pumping.

"I love it so fucking so much daddy, don't you dare stop!" Yuna answered between moans, turning her face so that you could kiss her, and you did, meeting her lips in a fiery kiss.

You heard louder moans from your coworkers, and you pulled away from the kiss to see what it was about. Juyeon and Sunwoo were shooting all their cum at Ryujin's body, painting absolutely every part of her, from her face to her thighs. Ryujin did her best to appear satisfied and happy about it, picking up both boys' loads with her fingers and bringing them to her mouth to taste them, but fortunately for you, Yuna came to her orgasm when you least expected it, completely erasing Ryujin's smile.

You let Yuna fall towards the ground, and she began to, again, over exaggerate her squeals and loud whimpers as she writhed frantically in spasms. You kept fucking her through her orgasm, causing her pussy to clench so hard around your shaft you felt like it was going to rip you in half, and letting out a loud moan along with Yuna, you exploded inside her.

"Oh fuck yes baby! Get all that fucking load," you growled, squeezing both buttocks with your hands as you thrust slow and deep, shooting your second load of the night into a different pussy, this time a tighter one. You made sure that all of your cum was inside her, not wanting to waste a single drop, and then you pulled your cock out of her between heavy gasps.

"God! Enough!" Ryujin yelled desperately, and you smirked, "Fuck, you win, okay? Sorry," she growled bitterly, putting two fingers to her septum to try to ease her stress.

"Oh, that's exactly what I wanted to hear, you fucking brat," you said victoriously, standing up, "you two, find a way to cleanse her body and then take care of Yuna," they both nodded, almost as agitated as you.

"There are wipes in that drawer," Yuna pointed towards the drawers of one of the cabinets.

"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to, baby," you told Yuna, taking steps towards Ryujin as Juyeon and Sunwoo found the wipes and went to clean Ryujin up.

"I like shows, it's fun," Yuna said with a giggle, making an obvious reference to how they were watching you fuck Yeji a few weeks ago. Then she straightened up, to sit on her ankles while she smeared your cum on the floor.

You patiently waited for your coworkers to clean Ryujin's entire body, and when they did, she stood up and climbed onto one of the beds to lie down right in the middle, inviting you to come up with her with her finger, you did so, and as you crawled towards her, you turned to see Sunwoo and Juyeon.

"Take good care of Yuna, okay? Don't let her get bored," you ordered, winking at them.

"I find it difficult for her to get bored, mate, but as you order," Sunwoo replied, gesturing for good luck with her two fingers on his forehead and then moving them forward. You nodded, and looked at Ryujin below you.

"Well? Did you think I wasn't going to have an ace up my sleeve?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked into her eyes.

"You certainly surprised me, daddy, you proved to be even smarter than me," she replied with a smirk.

"Fuck, how high is your ego?"

"Almost as high as I want you to fuck me right now," she grabbed your neck with both hands and pulled you down for a kiss, also trapping your torso with her legs and lifting her hips so that her pussy brushed against your cock.

You two kissed with all your lust and desire for the other multiplied to the tenth power, which was reflected in how your lips and tongues were immersed in a fierce battle to see who would take control of the other, and since neither won, the kiss became more and more intense and impractical. After a few seconds, you separated from her lips and buried your face in her neck, distributing small kisses and bites on it while you slowly went down her clavicle, her tits and later reaching her belly.

While there you took Ryujin's legs by her thighs and spread them apart, lowering your kisses from her abdomen to her pubis, and from there, kissing and licking the contour of her pussy. You still held a certain grudge against her, and you let her know that by avoiding her pussy at all times, teasing her inner thighs near her slit with kisses. She moaned with little moans and tried to move her hips to find your mouth, and you could only laugh.

"If only you hadn't been such a spoiled whore I'd be eating your pussy 2 minutes ago, but you reap what you sow," you said, holding her still.

"I already told you I was sorry daddy!" Ryujin whimpered, and then let out a long moan as you planted your tongue flat against her slit and slowly licked it from bottom to top.

Ryujin arched her back and grabbed your hair as you began to give her pussy slow, torturous licks, holding her thighs firmly under your fingers to keep her legs spread. You tasted as much of her folds as possible, and soon you began to move your tongue faster in different possible ways to find what she liked the most.

You used her moans as a source of information to know at all times which points to emphasize with your tongue, one of them being her swollen clitoris which you attacked with the tip of your tongue, with quick movements and suctions on it. Ryujin just dedicated herself to pulling your hair, grinding her hips up and down to rub her pussy against your mouth as you ate her better and better.

You continued eating Ryujin's pussy for another couple of minutes, using all the resistance in your jaw to prepare her well for what was to come, you licked and sucked on her clit, going down between her folds to move your tongue between them, causing that Ryujin would soon become a mess of moans and small tremors. You would have let her cum against your mouth, but you wanted that honor to belong only to your cock for today.

"Do you still feel that pussy ready for one more cock, you little bitch?" you said, wiping your chin and pulling away from her pussy to kneel between her legs.

"My pussy is always ready for your cock, daddy," she replied, nibbling on her finger and smiling mischievously at you. You, somewhat tired of her insolence, gave her a dry slap to her right cheek, which caused Ryujin to laugh at that.

"That's not what it looked like an hour ago, fucking slut," you slapped her on the same cheek, making her moan and grin from ear to ear.

"That's it daddy, punish me for being a spoiled whore," she challenged you with a giggle, lifting one of her legs and bringing one of her feet to your mouth, you jerked it away, and put both legs over your shoulders to slide your cock inside her already dilated and well lubricated pussy, causing her to moan even louder and you to grunt with pleasure.

You took every inch of your throbbing cock inside her, and rested for a second before placing your hands on the mattress on either side of her hips and beginning to move up and down, pumping in and out of her pussy with slow but strong thrusts. Ryujin clung to your wrists tightly, looking into your eyes as her face twisted between sensual moans and gasps.

You leaned forward with her legs still over your shoulders, pressing her thighs into her body and increasing the speed of your thrusts into her pussy, pounding it harder and harder with each passing second, reaching the point of making the bed shake with each of your slams against her crotch.

"This fucking slutty pussy belongs to me, is that fucking clear?" You growled, hammering down her pussy with your cock, which was going in and out all the way to drive her wild with pleasure.

"Only when you deserve it, daddy," she replied between moans, managing to let out a laugh that she knew would make your blood boil. You gave her another hard slap, this time with your other hand on the opposite chee, and then you grabbed her hard by the neck.

"I don't think I'm explaining myself well," you said, gritting your teeth as you looked into her eyes, "this damn pussy belongs to me, to no one else" you emphasized those last words, and then released her neck to give her another hard slap that made her squeal, "is that clear, you fucking bitch?"

"Yes daddy! My dirty, slutty pussy belongs only to you," she finally gave in to her own pleasure, as you continued to pump up and down her silky pussy, "The only cock that can fill me this good is yours, I don't want any more!" she screeched, digging her nails into your forearms.

"That's a good fucking brat," you smirked, biting your bottom lip and pulling yourself up to give her what she was looking for a moment ago, bringing one of her feet into your mouth as you fucked her as hard as you could.

You couldn't see it, but while you were fucking Ryujin and sucking and licking her toes, on the floor was Yuna kneeling in the middle of Juyeon and Sunwoo, masturbating both of them with both hands while rubbing against a pillow she had put on the floor below her. She moved her wrists lazily, placing more emphasis on grinding her hips into the pillow than pleasuring the boys.

Meanwhile, you were dedicating yourself to leaving both feet very clean between licking and sucking with your lips on each of her toes, also giving special attention to her soles and ankles, leaving them well salivated before removing her feet from your mouth and hold her legs in the air by the ankles.

"Ryujinnie!" Yuna called between small moans, "show daddy what you can do when you cum," she said before giggling.

You made eye contact with Ryujin again, and she bit her lip knowing full well what Yuna was talking about. You didn't know it, so you simply dedicated yourself to pumping your hips as fast as you could, being close to your point of ecstasy. Ryujin closed her eyes, arching her back between loud growls and whimpers, she reached her hands to the sides, wrinkling the sheets while you made her shake with each thrust.

"Don't fucking stop daddy!" Ryujin yelled, gritting her teeth as she began to slightly tense her body, "I'm gonna fucking cum over that juicy fucking cock!"

Ryujin broke free of the hold on her ankles and caught your neck with her feet, letting you give her pussy a few thrusts until you felt an exaggerated amount of liquid build up inside her, which spilled out her sides and it soaked your dick too. You got out of her pussy, and you moved away from her while a long and strong stream of squirt came out of it, completely soaking you from the waist down and also the sheets under her.

"Holy fucking shit!" you exclaimed, surprised not to know that she could do that. Ryujin meanwhile writhed between strong spasms and moans, pulling the sheet off the edges of the bed and leaving her pussy completely drenched by her own fluids.

"I said the same thing when I first saw her do it," Yuna mentioned with a giggle from behind you.

You let Ryujin through her orgasm before sliding back into her pussy, resuming your frantic and aggressive pumping. Ryujin opened her eyes to see you, and you were met with a couple of crystallized orbs and a little tear running down her cheek because of how incredibly good you were making her feel, but the best was yet to come.

She released your neck, and instead she wrapped her legs around your body to pull you to her. You leaned fully forward, and placed a hand on her head to forcefully pull her hair back, giving yourself the go-ahead to start giving Ryujin strong sucks on the neck, slamming down her pussy while you began to feel tickling in your lower abdomen.

You let go of her hair, and let her straight her body so that you could kiss her between heavy gasps. A drop of sweat fell from your forehead to Ryujin's, and she tightened her legs around your body even more, inviting you to fill her with all your seed. Her incitements soon came true, you began to move your hips frantically and desperately, giving the last few pounds to her pussy before exploding inside her.

Ryujin moaned against your lips, and you moaned against hers as you came into the third pussy of the night, painting her inner walls white with your thick load. You gave her slow, careful thrusts, letting every little drop of your cum inside her as her hands cupped your face between pretty sighs of what seemed like relief.

"Fuck… I don't regret keeping the privilege of cum inside me for you, daddy," Ryujin sighed against your lips, between heavy breaths.

"I'm not going to thank you for that, Shin Ryujin, you were such a huge bitch today," you muttered back, looking into her eyes with your breath just as heavy as hers.

"But it was worth it, you fucked me with all the rage and hate I wanted," she giggled, giving you a peck on the nose before you knelt up again to get out of her pussy, letting your seed fell free from her pussy to the sheets. You turned around, watching as Yuna jerked off your coworkers.

"You two, get out of here," you ordered, gesturing toward the door.

"But we haven't cum yet!" Juyeon complained, looking down and then at you.

"I don't care, jerk off outside or something, I've had enough of you today," you insisted, and Yuna obediently towards you, released both of their cocks.

"Fair enough, not gonna lie," Juyeon sighed in frustration, before starting to pick up his things.

"See you Monday mate," Sunwoo waved goodbye to you and picked up his stuff with Juyeon before leaving the room.

Yuna, still straddling the pillow, stood up and climbed onto the bed with the two of you, crawling slowly.

"Would you give me some space, daddy?" Yuna asked, looking down at the space between your crotch and Ryujin's. You stepped back, leaving enough space for Yuna to get on her hands and knees right in front of Ryujin's pussy, then she giggled.

"May I know what's so funny?" You raised an eyebrow, looking at Yuna and then at Ryujin, who kept a proud and satisfied expression.

"It's just funny how you cummed inside two Shin's today," she giggled, biting her bottom lip as she looked over her shoulder at you, wiggling her ass slowly for you to see her ass and wet pussy, "can I have a taste, daddy?" she asked, watching your cum spill out of Ryujin's pussy.

"Go ahead, sweetie," you nodded, and she leaned forward to give Ryujin's pussy a long lick all the way down her slit, picking up enough of your load that she could taste and then swallow. She frowned, as if she had discovered something peculiar while she was savoring your cum.

"Daddy…" she turned to look at you, "why does your cum taste so sweet?"

You remained silent, giving Ryujin free rein to burst out laughing.

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...And The Deep Blue Sea

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Word count: 13.2k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, No specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW food mentions, TW blood, CW violence, TW death, CW gore, CW injury, CW guns.

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CHAPTER 15 >>>

“Hello, little birdy.” Mathias cackles like there's a pebble stuck in his throat.

He roams his sickly yellowed eyes at your body, sending shivers down your spine with every glance. “Or should I say Viscountess?” He laughs again. “You wear that gown well,” his eyes flick behind you, “Eugene, my boy!” The man beside you stiffens up. “Come get your bride and sit with me.” He drums at the table. “The Food is comin’, I heard that the bride and groom usually don't get to eat after everything is said and done. We don't want you to starve, ain't that right, lieutenant?”

The eye patched man standing in the corner nods slowly. His hands are neatly tucked behind his back like an obedient dog waiting for his master.

“You're alive?” You say breathlessly, teeth gritted, knuckles clenching tight on the skirt of your dress. Pulse rapidly thrumming, sending alarm bells to ring in your ear.

“‘course I am! No one can kill the king's flame, not even the red hydra,” he spits the name out. “or even a real fuckin' hydra.” Chuckling, scars mar his neck and hands, the only visible ones under his navy blue officer's uniform. It's still red and angry, you can tell some parts of it hasn't healed yet. You plan to add more, whether it's by your bare hands or a piece of cutlery; you're prepared to hit him where it hurts.

Numerous medals are on display on his jacket, shining under the sunlight filtering through the closed curtains. “Can you believe it? I go out to hunt the red hydra and I get myself a pretty bird.” He continues annoyingly, voice crackling, a dry cough escaping his pale mouth.

Mathias notices you still standing in the doorway, his eyes are dull, like a hurricane that's about to devastate a whole town. Eugene notices and he reaches for your arm to sit you down. You flinch away from his touch, eyes trained on the man before you.

“I said sit down!” Mathias’ booming voice rings out in the dining hall, his fist slamming on the table, champagne flutes fall over like dominoes with a harsh crack. “Fuckin’ grab her, Eugene! Don't be such a fuckin’ cock and grab her!”

“Y-yes uncle.” Your ‘fiance’ tentatively guides you towards the chair by your elbow, you brush off his touch, angry eyes gazing at his cowardly face.

Sitting down on the right side of Mathias, you intentionally choose a chair as far away from him as possible. But before you could sit, he clicks his tongue, finger wagging in front of his scarred face.

“Not there, gorgeous.” He pats the seat closest to him. “Right here.”

“No,” you stand your ground, shaking from anger, or is it fear that climbs in your stomach and crawls upwards to your quickening heart?

You refuse to get near the monster as Eugene stares across from you with anxiety in his eyes.

“Sit. Down.” Mathias enunciated, “or Lieutenant Dubois here will make you sit down.” Said uniformed man grunts, hazel eye roaming across the table, gaze boring a hole in between your twitching eyes. The sheath of his cutlass is engraved with tally marks among the ornate laurels and lions. “You already know what he'll do to you, he's quite amazing with a sharp object.”

“I am too.” You clench your jaw, still refusing to sit.

To your surprise, Mathias grins, a sickeningly hideous smile, teeth bared, tongue lapping at the gold in place of the fangs, lips wrinkling, he chuckles softly as something passes by his yellowed eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that, you just reminded me so much of your father.” He leans on the back of his chair, hands gesturing towards you. “I literally saw him instead of you! It's fuckin' crazy innit?” He shoves Eugene by the shoulder, the viscount flinches, wincing at the ache. “Y’know, I recognized you— wait, lieutenant! Grab her and make her sit down! This story deserves to be listened to properly.”

“No!” You try to run back to the hallway, but the man is too fast for you. With the heavy skirt and weak leg, you didn't have a chance against him. “Motherfucker—!” With his arms around your torso, you kick and flail about, Mathias gives him a look and the man headbutts you from behind.

The room spins as he carries you towards the chair. The ceiling swirls, ears flooding with your rushing blood. With your muddled hearing, you swear you heard Eugene defend you, and you swear you heard a slap right after.

With a heavy thunk, the door closes behind you, your exit closes behind you. The only remaining door is across you, it's currently closed but you're sure it's unlocked judging by the draft coming from it. Head still aching, vision warbling, the one eyed man stands in front of the only exit.

“Now where was I?” Mathias continues like nothing happened. You glare at him through the corner of your eyes, your skin feels like spikes from the goosebumps rising above. “Ah, yes! I recognized you on the ship, before a literal myth came eating my crew. By the way, what the fuck was that, huh? Fuckin' weird, right?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say weakly.

“Anywho, You looked a lot like your father but with your mother's beauty. I knew them, your father more so. Once upon a time he was my lieutenant, he was pretty good at it too. Too bad he had to disobey orders and marry above his station.”

“Why don't you ever shut up?” You lay your elbows on the table, arms flat, slyly covering the steak knife under your arm. “Are you a narcissist? Do you like hearing your own voice—?”

Mathias hurls a salad plate at your head. You dodge it in time before it shatters on the floor. You don't have time for this, you need to get to Hobie immediately, before it's too late. You have no plan, no weapons, but you'll be damned if you don't try. And you can still hear his screams echoing in your ears, as if he's already dead, as if he's already haunting you.

You need to try. Or it'll be your end too.

The monster before you clears his throat. “Don't be rude.” He points a finger at you.

You now notice how worse for wear he is, under the white paint and powdered wig lies injuries that haven't healed since the fight. You smell it, the herbs hastily smudged, and the rot in his flesh. It seeps into his bones, poisoning his body. You just wish it'll eat at him faster.

You're suddenly not afraid anymore.

“Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted. Your father, well, he fought a good fight on the Demeter. He stood his ground till the very end until a dozen or so bullets pierced his skin.”

The crescent in your palms gets deeper.

“He was smart though, smarter than you probably. You see, he rigged the ship to blow. He had the fuckin' balls to do it even though his entire family was inside. Ain't it funny—?” The double doors swing open.

The butler interrupts his speech, a handful of staff bring in an entire chicken at his plate. One pours him a glass of wine before he snatches the entire bottle and places it right next to his glass. Hot soup and meat pie is brought in also, the smell is appetizing but you place your hand over your plate wordlessly, telling them you're not hungry at the moment. How could you be when Mathias eats in front of you like he hasn't eaten in decades?

The tension is thicker than the cream placed in front of Eugene.

He munches loudly as he takes apart the roast. String of meat flies all over, the former white table cloth turns brown when he wipes his hands on it. Eugene spares you a look, eyes staring forlornly at his empty plate. His hand inching closer towards his goblet before deciding to just drink the ruby liquid.

You're on your own.

The wolves devour their fill whilst you plan your escape. Your mind screams for you to run, to run where no one can find you. The voice echoing in your ears is right at one thing, but you'll never hide anymore, not from Mathias, not from your past, not from anyone. You'd face it with fire in your veins just like your father had.

Mathias snorts, and you wish it was a choke. “He fought well, got a few of my men. How do you think the lieutenant here lost his eye?” He points at the stoic man using a half eaten chicken leg. “Your father was brilliant with a sword. A crack shot with a blunderbuss too. But, eh, it was all in vain. He shouldn't have messed with the crown and polite society.”

He continues to loudly eat, hands slick with oil, mouth full of meat. “You see, your mother was that fuckin' woman. Wealth, looks, title, she had it all. And the king wanted it too, greedy bastard he is.” There it is, the confession. But you still listen because you know something else will come after. “But your mum decided to run off and elope with the bastard son of an unpopular lord. The king was pissed off.”

Mathias laughs roughly. “But he got over it.”

Your eyes widened, but before you could hide it, the devil noticed.

“I knew you ain't as smart as your dear old dad.” He smiles, you can see the meat stuck in his golden teeth.

“He was the crowned prince,” Mathias rips open the chicken in half messily. “And he needed a wife from one of the big families.” He doused the meat in salt, “and the greedy fuck chose someone who didn't want him, just for the fun of it. Who could blame her, all he ever wanted was a brood of children to pass on his blood.” He takes a generous bite, teeth meeting flesh, the sound of his chewing makes you hasten your plan. “Thank fuck Frederick's father ain't as stupid as his son. That man sought out the opportunity when given to him and fuckin' took it. Too bad he didn't live long enough to see the fruit of his labour.”

Anger settles in your stomach, fury in your eyes and flesh, you want to damn him, and everyone involved. Especially her.

“It's her isn't it?” You say as you slither your hand towards the ceramic bowl. “The Queen, it was all her.”

Mathias smiles genuinely, “You finally got it, little bird!” He claps. “She's fuckin' brilliant, and so are her coffers. The pay,” he whistles out, “the pay was magnificent, still is by the way. I didn't even need to become an admiral for the money when I'm earning more than a fuckin’ duke.” Kicking Eugene under the table, he makes his godson choke on his drink. “See, I told you the little duchess here is just your type.”

His voice fuels your fury. Each vowel is grating in your ears, every wheezed breath he takes is a reminder that he still lives. A reminder that your knife isn't stuck in his throat.

“It ain't as bad as you think it is,” The navy man continues. “Married to my boy, you'd have a title, a home and a decent family. At least now you don't have mister Brown crawling all over you. He'd be dead by sundown, and I can't wait to see it.”

Mathias thinks his words would make you do something drastic that'll have his hands wrapped around your neck. But you've learned your lesson, so you bide your time, taking their attention away from your wandering hands.

“You're dying.” The heat from the bowl matches the fire in you. Your voice doesn't shake, nor your resolve. “Even with all the coin she gave you, you still can't save yourself. You are riddled with sepsis, I can smell it on you. A collapsed lung from the way you cough, and whatever the fuck disgusting shit you have in you. You are dying, rotting from the inside like how it's meant to be. And the world will be better off without you. They will forget you, first, your poor family, then your men, then the entire country. Even your bitch of a queen will forget you. Then the world. But Hobie will be remembered. His name will be etched in the annals of history while your name fades into obscurity.” You laugh humorlessly, teeth bared, eyes aflame. “And I can't wait to see it.”

He seethes in his seat, hand clenching around the cutlery. The devil doesn't show his anger bluntly this time, he hides it because you struck a nerve. With a grin, you promise to Hobie and to your parents that Mathias won't live to see the day end.

“Do you remember what I told you in the revenge?” You continue with a smile that sends shivers down the spine of everyone in the room. The quiet lieutenant remembers the day he lost his eye. “I intend to fulfill that promise.”

Through a clenched jaw, he coughs again, hiding his weakness from everyone in the room and how a drop of blood stains his pale lips. “I love it when women show me their claws. But I can't stay. I would love to see the ceremony and the festivities, but I can't miss the execution. That's why I came here earlier so I could pass on my blessings.” Mathias wipes his mouth clean harshly. “If you'd excuse me, I places to be—”

Before he could stand up, you quickly fling the bowl right on his painted face. The hot soup splashes on his skin, melting the white powder off his face. With his guttural scream, within a split second before his man could intervene, you take the steak knife and plunge it into his hand and into the table.

The screams he let out was music to your ears, holding the hilt of the weapon, you twist it before yanking it out of his flesh, tearing his hand in half, ripping the nerves and letting waterfalls of crimson into the white tablecloth. With a determined yell, you aim for his throat.

Mathias recovers a second before steel meets his skin, he backhands you with the same injured hand. The knife falls off your hand. Pain blooms on your face, and you go blind as your head hits the floor. His blood dirties your pristine white gown, splotches of red drenching the bodice.

Your left eye stings, cheek heated from the harsh slap. Despite your lungs gasping for air through your possible broken nose, you crawl over to Mathias. Your scorn drives you to grab his leg, pulling him down with a strong tug, he falls hard on his back, splitting the floorboards in half. Taking the crown off your head, you use the pointy end to stab his leg and his knee in quick succession. He yells and yells but you don't stop. The ichor from his wounds drenches your face and hands, you see red, and you see his untimely death in your blood soaked hands.

Climbing further up, you use the opportunity to aim at his groin. But a pair of arms stops you before you could hit your mark. Thrashing, slashing the hands around your shoulders, you mark the man with the same bloodied tiara.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Mathias stands up, limping, he unsheathes his lieutenant’s cutlass from his hip. With a stomp over your thigh, he pushes in the heel of his boot as you let out a cry. The steel is pointed at your heart, his eyes demand blood for blood. “I should've just killed you instead—”

A shot rings out, the bullet hits the blade, breaking it in half. Mathias flinches before he smiles at the one who shot him. There on the opposite doors, stands Miguel O’hara with his gun raised, barrel aimed at his former comrade. Lyla stands next to him, her own blunderbuss raised towards the man holding on to you.

“Let her go and there won't be any more bullets flying around.” Miguel's voice is steady, back straight, eyes flicking over to you writhing on the floor.

“You better listen, cyclops, O’hara here might hesitate but I won't. Let our girl go.” Lyla reassures you with a nod, and you bite your captor's hand.

You tear his flesh open with your teeth, ichor filling your mouth as he hisses in pain, dropping you unceremoniously on the floor.

Mathias looks at you with wide eyes, disbelief in his burned face. “I guess you learned a thing or two from your man.”

You spit out the chunk of flesh whilst your eyes never leave his. Crimson dripping off your lips like rain, teeth the same colour as the wine spilled on the table, you smile at him.

“Come near me and I'll show you what else he taught me.”

The man before you laughs genuinely, yet his eyes never leave yours, making sure you stay away from him. You're more than ready to close the gap. The cutlass is still trained on you, you're about to pounce when Miguel calls your name with urgency. As if he can read your mind.

“Your girl is fuckin' insane ain't she?” Mathias addresses Miguel, like how a family member speaks about a niece he hasn't seen in years. Proud, there's a sense of pride laced in his tone. “Just like her dear old parents, eh?”

“I'm warning you, Mathias.” Miguel keeps an eye out for the uniformed man behind you. “Take your captain, Alexander, before I put a bullet in his heart.”

Mathias scoffs, legs shaking from the wounds you caused. “Please, you'd shoot me? You didn't have the balls back then, why would you do it now?”

Miguel raises his gun higher, aiming for the man's head. “Because she wasn't there,” he cocks his head towards you, “you didn't have a weapon aimed directly at my goddaughter.” Eyebrows knitted together in anger, his hand doesn't shake, eyes glowing red in the sunlight. “Now let her go.”

Mathias posture sags, “fine, but only because I've got an event I cannot miss.” He nods at his godson. “Make sure you're married to her by the end of the day or there will be consequences.” He clicks his tongue, Eugene melts into his chair, face turned away from you and his godfather.

Mathias gives you one last look. “Happy marriage, birdy.”

“You're going to die today Mathias, one way or another I'll get my hands on you.” You flick your eyes towards the man clutching his hand. “Death is coming for you too,” you say nonchalantly. “I'll finish what my father started.”

They leave with their fronts turned to you, not even twisting around to show you their backs that are susceptible to your attack. Or in this case, your teeth.

Lyla appears next to you, helping you by the crook of your arm. Pain lingers on your leg and face. “Christ, he burst your fucking capillaries.”

Sure enough, you feel the sting in your eye, a throbbing pain that leaves you nauseous. Miguel, tentatively closes the distance, weathered hand carefully holding your chin. You wince, as he moves your face.

“Fuck, you need to see a doctor.” He says whilst you flinch away from his touch.

“I'm alright, I need a horse.” You begin to walk away, Miguel and Lyla follow close behind you. “And I need my fucking knife.” I need him back, your mind whispers to you. “I need to save him.”

“His execution is in two hours.” Eugene says meekly, and you stop in your tracks. “I heard the officers talk, they're not going to hang him for his crimes, the crown gave him the ax.”

With quick steps, you take Eugene by his collar, gripping tightly as you spill venom. Miguel tries to hold you back but you blindly kick his leg.

“Delay them.”

“I can't—”

“Do you want to be under his boot your entire life? If we marry I'll be crushed with you,” You stare determinedly at his scared eyes. “because that will happen if you don't help. You said you cared about me, then help me and all will be forgiven. Please, you're a viscount, you have the means to help.”

He sniffs, lips curled into a frown. “I'm sorry, I-I can't—”

You scoff, letting him go. “If I fail, Mathias lives and that means you'd be dead too.” Walking away, leaving him cowering in his seat, your small entourage follows.

“Where are you going?” Miguel matches your stride, walking next to you, he stares with concern. “Y/N, where are you going?”

“To my room to pamper my nose.” With adrenaline coursing through you, his face flashes in your mind with every step. Save him, your mind yells, save him, save him, or it'll be the end for you too.

“Cousin?” Collette asks as you make your way towards the apartments where your chambers lie. She roams her worried eyes around your bloodied wedding gown, her hands that are clutching a bouquet of flowers shakes. “Are you hurt? What happened?”

“I stabbed Mathias and bit through a man's hand.” You say without stopping, she squeaks in place.

John stops in his tracks, “w-what the fuck happened?” The twins are both dressed to the nines, all fine fabrics and hair all made up. “Cousin!” He calls after you whilst you don't stop for anyone.

“Thanks for the hot tip, kids!” Lyla yells back to your cousins. “A bit of advice, tell the catering staff the wedding’s off!” She cackles. “Save me a macaroon though!”

“They called you?” You ask, your heeled feet ache but you press on. “Where were you Lyla?”

“I'm sorry, duchess, I overslept.” She shrugs. “But I'm here now ain't I? Also I got Miguel here so...”

“You should stop, Y/N.” Miguel says sternly. “You're hurt—”

“No.”

“Y/N.”

You whirl around to face him. Anger flares up once again. “You should've shot him where he stood.” You poke his sturdy chest roughly. “He's the one who killed them, yet you let him get away!”

“I know, I— there are repercussions to killing someone. Especially if they're an officer.” He falters but he composes himself. “Revenge is not the answer—”

“He killed them, Miguel!” Your broken voice echoes out into the vast hallway. “Him and the queen are the reason why they're dead, and you let him get away so he could kill Hobie.”

“It was the queen? Not—”

“Yes, not the idiot king.” You turn around to continue your trek. You curse the large estate. “I have no idea why she did it, but I'm gonna get her too. But I won't live to see that day if I don't save him.” Your tone falters as you pass by your mother's portrait. “I need to save him, even if it's the last thing I do.”

“You won't succeed.” Miguel stands in front of you to stop you, and you roll your eyes, wanting to kick him in the groin. “He's a pirate, Y/N, he won't do the same for you.”

“He has, and he would. I need to try, I can't let him die.” You choke back a sob. Reality crashes around you. What would you do once you get there? Will you be able to save him on your own? You have no one, you have no idea where the crew is, and he's going to die. You can't live with yourself if you don't try.

“Y/N.” Miguel says your name like a reprimand.

“You said back in the carriage that I can leave whenever I want, all I needed to do was ask.” You chuckle without humour. “Here’s me asking, Miguel.”

“You'll die, Y/N, I can't lose you too.”

“And I can't lose him.” Tears gather in your eyes. “If no one will save him then who will? I have to go whether you like it or not.”

“The people will,” Lyla pipes up, she casually leans against the wall, checking her nails. “there have been…whispers since they announced his execution. If you go, I'm sure you won't be alone.”

You face the taller man again. “See, I have help—”

“Rumours aren't enough! Don't you get it? You're better off marrying Thompson at this point.” You blink in surprise. He backtracks. “I–I didn't mean it that way, I meant, I'd rather see you settled than dead.”

“You might not be as bad as Mathias, but you might as well be.” You brokenly say. Miguel's face falls at your words. “You claim to love my parents and me by extension, but you're complicit,” you spit out the word full of venom. “you're only helping them by not letting me go. I don't want to be settled, Miguel.” You shake your head. “It isn't love if you make me.”

Miguel visibly shatters in front of you. None of the composure he showed to Mathias is left in his body. He hasn't seen this much devotion since your parents. He hasn't seen this much love since he felt their presence. He hasn't felt this hurt since his daughter left this world.

“You had time to grieve for them, I didn't.” You push him out of the way, controlling your sob. “Please don't stop me, or I'll fight you like how I fought Mathias.” You open the doors to your chambers.

Miguel lingers outside as you and Lyla make your way inside the familiar room. The man that has your dagger sits in front of the vanity, the large man is currently trying on a spare tiara, and is wearing one of the ruby earrings.

“You can keep those,” Your sudden voice makes him jump away, large eyes staring at you with slight embarrassment. “I won't tell a soul, just take them, give me my dagger and get out of Hazelside.”

The cogs in his head move, swallowing thickly, he nods curtly. “Can I keep the necklace too?” He asks gruffly.

“Sure,” You shrug, Lyla stifled a giggle.

Wordlessly, he shoves a ruby necklace in his pocket, then he unsheathes your dagger and places it on the vanity.

“We good, duchess?”

“Actually,” you have an idea. “You're a muscle for hire, correct?” You've noticed how he doesn't move like the other foot soldiers do, or the guards for Hazelside. His disheveled uniform solidifies your theory. The man nods proudly. “How would you like to take my entire jewelry box in exchange for you and your men's services?”

“That depends, what kind of work are we talkin’ ‘bout?”

Lyla adds to the conversation. “Murder of some pompous nobles and free a bunch of pirates. With a main focus on the red spider of course.”

“Kill the red spider too?” He asks, a thick eyebrow raised.

“No!” You say quickly, “free him and kill anyone who stands in the way.” You mutter a curse under your breath. “I don't have time for this.”

The mercenary thinks once again, he seems to be weighing the pros and cons.

Stepping closer, you practically breathe down his neck. “I'll throw in my shoes and gowns too,” you raise a hand for him to shake. “As long as you'll be there before the execution starts, and you keep my uncle and aunt distracted, scare them is all. Just don't touch my cousins or the staff.”

The scarred man chuckles deeply. “An offer I cannot refuse, duchess.” He clasps your hand, shaking it once. “Creating chaos is our main specialty.”

“Yes and I saw a glimpse of that in the barn.” You give him a tight-lipped smile, eyes lit with tamped down anger. “You better hold your end of the bargain, or you'll have my dagger in your throat instead of my necklace.”

“‘course, my lady. My men will be there.” He leaves with a grin, shoving Miguel by his shoulder.

“What just happened?” Your godfather asks as you lift your skirt to rip the metal of your petticoat off using the dagger. He turns around, closing the doors to your chambers and shuts his eyes while still turned around.

“Our girl here just used her charisma to strike a bargain. Oh they grow up too fast.” Lyla dramatically wipes a nonexistent tear in her eye. “Don't forget to change your shoes, my lady.”

You stare at yourself in the vanity, blood coats the front of your gown, a smattering of crimson coats the lace, splashes of ichor paints the front of the bodice right next to the pretty embroidery. Your face isn't any better, the makeup the handmaidens painted you with is still there, but now it coincides with Mathias' drying blood. It drips down from your cheeks down to your neck, it hides the gold underneath the crimson. Your left eye shares the same shade, capillaries burst, spreading your blood into the whites of your eyes. The gloves meant to hide the callouses and fresh scars are sticking to your skin, drenched in ruby, drenched like the floors of the revenge.

You leave it on, a reminder of your goal.

“I haven't forgotten.” Tossing the heeled shoes away, you make your way towards where you hid your old friend.

The sight alone of the weathered leather shoes would make you weep but you don't have time for that. Lifting your skirts up, still wearing the ridiculous wedding gown that has become significantly lighter, you quickly run towards the unicorn tapestry.

Dagger in hand, you're surprised to hear Miguel's heavy strides following you inside the hidden tunnels. Once the sun greets you and the grass crunches under your feet, you beeline for the barn.

A stable boy jumps at the sudden intrusion, he stutters, moreso when he sees your blood drenched form.

“Can you saddle Bernard quickly?” You ask, and the poor boy almost has a heart attack. “Please? I'm a friend of Hobie and—”

“Oh, Hobie! You should've said it earlier then. You're her! He told me a whole lot about you." He smiles at you, already picking up the heavy saddle. "You know how to ride, My lady?"

“No need for that.” You wave away the title. “And yes, perks of running away for years, you learn how to run away in different ways.”

He chuckles, yet the nervousness is still palpable in his eyes. “I'm on it, your grace.”

Smiling softly, you don't correct him anymore. Turning around, you see no one accompanying you. “Lyla?”

“She went off to get her horse,” Miguel appears from behind the barn door. “I'm keeping a lookout.” He returns to his post, acting casual while leaning on the door.

“You don't have to be here if you don't want to, Miguel.” You walk behind him, the wooden doors are blocking you from his view and vice versa.

“I…pondered your words, Y/N, and you're right. I don't want to make you do something you clearly don't want. I won't make that same mistake again, it cost me years without you. It won't make me lose another day without you, even if it means saving a damn pirate.” He chuckles, and you take his hand from where you stood. You hear his breath hitch, “I'm sorry. I think your parents would hate me right now.”

“I don't know them very well but, I think they'll be proud of you. You found me, you brought me home. You were doing the best you can with good intentions.” You squeeze his rough hand, placing your forehead against the door where his shoulders would lie. “Thank you for letting me leave. I think it's best for you to move on, uncle. They'd want that for you.” You hear him sniff, squeezing your hand back.

“Yes, I think it's best.” He lets your hand go, “starting with this,” Placing something round in your hand, he closes your palm around it gently. “They’d want you to have it, something to keep close to you when you're at sea. It helped me back then, I'm sure it'll help you now.”

“You're not coming with me?”

“Not yet, I'll follow you once I can. I'll keep your aunt and uncle here, making sure that they don't get their footmen to follow you. And I'll make sure the ruffians you hired won't go overboard and actually do what you asked them to.” Miguel tearfully chuckles, “just promise me you won't lose your humanity after you take your revenge.”

“I promise, I won't let it consume me.” You whisper your promise just for him.

Taking a peek at the object in your hand, your heart almost shatters at the familiarity of it. It's the same one your mother was clutching in her portrait. Opening the golden locket, you see a portrait of your mother on the left, and on the right, your father. They look younger in the painting, happier, more alive. They were right, you bear a resemblance to your father just as much as to your mother's features. You finally got a good look at them together, and your heart squeezes at the thought.

Sniffing, you look up at Miguel with gratitude, “tell my cousins ‘thank you,’ please.”

“I will. Keep the locket safe for when we meet again?”

“I will, I'll see you in the water, uncle.” He's the only person who's worthy of the title you've bestowed him. Lyla gallops her horse in the distance. “Now get out of here, or I'll end up not letting you go.” You tease, it has half truth in it. Your smile falters, "Tell my mother—"

“Come back and you can tell her yourself. She's still staying in the same town. I know she's waiting for you.” He finally turns around to face you. “Before you go,” shrugging off his coat, he hands it to you. “You'll get cold.”

You look at the fabric with tears in your eyes. Taking the blue coat, he helps you put it on. Sniffing, he turns you back around, rubbing the creases in the sleeves away.

“There, it's perfect but it's missing something.”

“Something blue, and now I've got something borrowed.” Joking, you smile at your godfather.

Miguel hands you a blunderbuss, it's an ordinary looking one, save for the purple leather handle that decorates it.

“It was your father's, he gave it to me when he named me your godfather.” He points at the silver barrel where three letters are etched on it crudely. “It's our first initials. He said that it gave him extra luck.”

“I—I can't take this.”

“Well, you've already taken my locket and coat, what harm falls on me if I gave you his gun? You're gonna need it wherever you're going.” Miguel shoves it in your hands, “just— save a bullet for Mathias and the queen.”

“That I can do.” You grin at him despite the pain in your chest.

“The party's here.” Lyla’ horse stops just outside, she exclaims with fanfare. “Ready to kill some motherfuckers?”

“Aye,” you nod with determination. The fire is blazing under your eyes, lightning in your fingertips, you wear the locket around your neck with pride.

For your parents that you've never met but came to love. For Miguel, for the crew and for all they've sacrificed for you. for Hobie, the love of your life. And for MJ.

—

You ride off on Bernard's back, flames in your chest, wind whipped cheeks, and hands clutching the reins tighter. Your father's blunderbuss weighs heavy on your hips, the smell of Mathias' drying blood stings in your nose. But the putrid smell keeps you awake, a reminder of your goal, a reminder of what truly matters— Hobie. Your love that is currently in shackles, hands bound tighter than the rope around his neck.

Lyla snaps you awake, her own horse huffing from the intense speed.

“Your eyes keep glossing over, duchess, keep ‘em clear for me, yeah?” She yells above the loud hoofbeats.

“I will, are you sure about your plan?”

“My guild consists of a bunch of sacks of shits that'll do anything for a quick coin.” You knit your eyebrows in worry. “But they're loyal to a fault, ‘sides, your captain used to be one of us, once upon a time.”

“What?” You spot the capital's sign, entering the city without stopping. There's a fork in the road as you ride towards the center of the city. The familiar smell of the sea fills you as you ride closer and closer to your destination.

“A story for another day, gorgeous.” She rides faster, her guns clinking against the saddle. “I'll ride ahead, gather as many as I can. Go to him, and disrupt the festivities.” Her voice fades as she hurries off.

Lyla heads towards the left whilst you ride on the right, trying to remember the directions she told you during the short ride.

Numerous buildings whizz by you as you ride faster and faster. Rickety stone buildings turn into elegant carved marble. The streets become smoother as you get closer to the palace. You heard the crowd before you saw them.

Bernard stops in his tracks, right at the edge of the thousands of people clambering to see the execution. He whines as you try to calm him down. Some of the common people are quiet, eyes straight towards the stage where a large man with a black hood stands. The scraping of the ax getting sharpened makes your heart stop.

The palace looms overhead, its golden terrace holds the royals, faces smug, wigs high as they look down at the crowd. Right next to them stands Mathias, hand hastily bandaged, still dripping in blood. His face contorts into pain as he clutches at his injury. You draw your father's gun out, resisting the urge to shoot at the man, but with how far you are, you know you'll miss.

Scanning the stage, you bite your tongue, preventing a pained whimper from getting out.

You've made it, and he has too.

Clad in a white undershirt with the sleeves too big for his frame, trousers too short for his legs, hands tied behind his back, face beaten. Hobie stands with his back straight despite all the red gashes under his thin shirt.

You whisper his name like he can hear you above the yells of the people. You're frozen, hands shaking, eyes unblinking at his form.

The uniformed men make him kneel, his knees slam harshly against wooden floors.

Hobie was never afraid of dying before, he avoided it a hundred times. Yet, his binded hands quiver, dull grey eyes scanning around the crowd, he tries to find familiar faces amidst all the strangers. Trying to find his crew, not for help, but the thought of dying in front of them fills him with sorrow. He doesn't see them, and he's glad. Moreso when he doesn't see your face, he doesn't want you to experience what he had seen before.

But there's a part of him that wants to see you for one last time before steel kisses his neck. He wants to feel your lips against his again, but for now, having the memory of it is enough. The pearl you gave him is cold against his chest, he wishes to hold it again.

Having you in his arms however brief is enough for him, he'll think of you when the blade strikes him down for the last time.

Even with his imminent death, he still finds the will to smile, the same smile you love so much. It's enough to snap you awake.

A navy officer yells above the crowd, scroll in hand, voice booming and commanding. “Here stands the notorious pirate Hobart Brown, he stands here waiting for his sentence. The crimes he has committed are atrocious enough that the crown has automatically given him the guilty verdict!” The people don't cheer, some even boo and hiss at the man. You inhale deeply, hand holding on to the reigns tighter, as you weave Bernard through the crowd. Surprisingly, they part for you.

“What say you, Hobart Brown?”

Hobie chuckles deeply, lips split and bloodied, he grins. “It's captain, actually!” His voice drives you to ride faster, gun raised. He twists around to look at the nobles in their high tower. “It's captain Hobie Brown, you fuckin' wankers!” Cackling, the officer kicks him down. He falls, gasping, neck landing harshly at the stone slab that still has remnants of its last guest.

Still, Hobie yells obscenities, “you haven't won! You might cut my head but two more will replace me! Just like how I replaced the emerald bastard from the south!” He tries to sit up but another man holds him down. “They'll be stronger and better than me! From my death, the people will gather at your gates and break your golden walls!”

The executioner raises his large ax, the sun bouncing off the metal.

Hobie quiets down at the glimmer of the ax shining in his eyes. Whispering the names of his loyal crew, then he softly calls for you like an acolyte prays for forgiveness.

The crowd parts for you like the sea parts for a sailing ship. Giddying up, hooves hitting loudly against stone, you aim.

It's the end, but it doesn't have to be.

“Hobie!” You scream as loud as you can before you shoot.

He blinks in surprise for a second, the man holding him down scampers away as a shot rings out. Now free, Hobie quickly moves away from the stone slab as your bullet hits the executioner's hood right in-between his eyes.

Gasping, the ax falls next to Hobie's head with a thud. The edge is embedded in the wood, missing his face just a few inches away. Eyes staring at the clear sky, he thinks he has died when your face suddenly appears in front of him.

“Scuttlebutt,” he softly says in disbelief.

“Hi, captain, I'm here to rescue you.” You smile at him, “hold on a minute.” Sitting up right, you shoot at the remaining officer. A body thuds, and you return to his side. “I've got you.” You say as you help him sit up, hands already untying his bonds.

Hobie looks at you like a sailor looks at the sea for the first time, with reverence, and awed by the sheer beauty. “You've got me.”

Ropes falling off his aching wrists, he moves to hold your face desperately. Without a second thought, he kisses you fervently. Life spreads back to him, fingertips electric as he holds your face close. Lips warm, you kiss back like it's just you and him. Hands instinctively sliding to his head, you pull away when you feel scruff under your palm.

“What did they do to your hair?!” You almost weep, hands roaming across his bare head. “Oh my god, they have to pay for this.”

Hobie laughs, still holding your face like holding on to a precious pearl. “It'll grow back.” Tears prick your eyes, mirroring his own. “I love you, you did good, scuttlebutt.”

“I did good?” You peck his chapped lips once more.

“Yeah, love.” He prevents you from looking at the military that has their weapons raised and their eyes targeting you and him. “You did very well—” tears escape his grey eyes when he hears the familiar click of a gun.

It's the end.

“I love you too,” you know it's the end. “I'll see you back at the revenge?”

“Save some of Finn's bread for me, yeah?” Hobie leans his forehead atop yours. “I'm sorry.” His voice falters.

“Don't be, I'm glad I fell in that net.” You hold on to him for dear life. Etching his warmth in your brain so you remember it until you're cold. “I'd run towards that dock all over again if I had the chance again.”

It's the end, and you hold him close.

As you embrace each other, as your love is displayed for all to see, your warmth radiates through the crowd. You burn together with him.

Fire consumes and burns but it also lights the way.

The silence wraps around the city center, then, someone yells, pushing off the officer who has his gun aimed at your head. The people follow, rioting against their oppressors.

You both stare below in disbelief, hand cradling your head, he shields your eyes from seeing the violence unfold. Just when bullets hit flesh, and knives slash at necks, an explosion booms above.

Hobie holds onto you tighter, battered arms wrapped around you protectively as debris and smoke fills the whole place. The building across the palace is in flames, and from the billowing ashes out comes a familiar face.

Gwen takes off her hood, feet precariously standing on the ledge, then another form comes out of the smoke, Miles takes his stance next to the first mate, handing her a long rope.

“Holy shit! It's them!” Hobie exclaims, letting you see them with your own eyes.

You grin as you spot them above, “it's them,” you say in shock. A second later, they jump off the building effortlessly, guns raised as they land on their feet right next to the stage.

“I'll cover you!” Miles yells above the chaos as more and more buildings around the palace erupt in a chorus of explosions.

Gwen clambers next to you, relief on her face, hugging the two of you. Embracing back, she leans away to stare at you and her captain.

“You fucking idiots! I'd slap you over the head if I didn't love you both.”

“We love you too, Gwendy.” Hobie smiles amidst the aches.

“What he said, Gwendy.” You beam at her with overwhelming love.

“Love you too, now we need to get you out of here.”

“I have a ship docked somewhere, it's called the osprey. Take it and—” You start but Hobie and Gwen interrupt.

“You make it sound like you're not comin’ with us.”

“Y/N,” Gwen warns as she helps you two on your feet.

“I’m coming with—” a gun goes off.

Blood splatters across your faces. Crimson blooms across Gwen's stomach.

“...oh” she looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together, hand pressing on her belly. You catch Gwen in your arms as you feel the fear in you spread. She calls your name weakly.

Hobie stares at you with terrified eyes as he clutches the back of Gwen's head.

“No, no, don't speak—just… oh fuck!” You try to stop the bleeding by ripping a part of your gown to stuff it inside her wound. Ichor spills out of her like waterfalls. “I've got you!” She yells in pain and you simultaneously hear Miles scream.

Flicking your tear filled eyes over to Miles, he has his back on the ground, face contorted into pain whilst Mathias has his boot on his shooting hand. Miles still fights, kicking and scratching at the man's leg.

“This is what happens when you disrupt—” Red appears on his side as Hobie uses your fallen gun to shoot him where he has his foot crushing atop Miles’ hand. Mathias yelps in pain, a throaty sound escaping from his pale lips.

Hobie is filled with rage, embers flickering in him, turning into flames and then a blaze that burns his insides into ash.

Miles coughs as Mathias runs away towards the enormous church right next to the palace. He pushes away people, blood trailing behind him.

“Miles!” You yell, in your relief, he stands back up, weaving around people to clamber up the steps of the stage.

“I'm here!” He crawls over to Gwen, gently clutching her pale face. “Oh god no, please,” Miles looks at you. “Fix her, please.” Tears slide down his cheeks. “Please.”

You look towards Hobie, not knowing what to do, but said man is nowhere to be found. You briefly spot him running around the crowd, cutting down coppers swiftly with your father's gun and a stray cutlass, following after the man who has shot at his family.

Not again, you think, hands drenched once again in crimson. Not again, not again. You've failed once again.

Someone calls next to you, familiar hands holding yours.

“Tell us what to do.” Yuri thaws you out from your frozen state. Gwen gurgles, grip around your wrist weakening. James appears next to Yuri as you see in your peripheral the same mercenary and his men shooting at soldiers. Lyla cackles near them, adding her guild to the mix in the chaos. “Y/N,” Yuri calls again sternly. “We need you.”

With a sniff, you compose yourself, for Gwen. “Keep your hands on her wound, pack it with cloth then keep pushing.” Gwen groans, you look at her apologetically. “I know it hurts, I'm sorry but we need to do this. Let us do this.”

“I saw a doctor's clinic near here.” James pipes up, “if we take her there will you be able to save her?”

“Yes, we need to—”

Pavitr runs towards the group, guns raised, eyes full of rage once he sees Gwen. “No…” he says weakly. He fixes his composure, for Gwen. “James and I will cover you while the three of you carry Gwen.” He instructs, voice steady.

“No, no, no!” Gwen protests. “It hurts— I can't—”

“You can!” Miles beats you to it. “D’you remember what I told you when we realized Y/N and Hobie weren't behind us after we got attacked?” She nods weakly, lips bitten to stop her pained whimpers. “I meant it, Gwen. I meant all of it yet I haven't shown it because I'm a goddamn coward. Let me show you how much I love you, but I can't do that if you don't let us carry you. So please, let us carry you.”

Gwen smiles, icy eyes staring fondly at Miles. They have a wordless conversation, then Miles gives her a gentle peck on her forehead.

“As long as the d-doc here follows our captain.” She says.

“What—? No, you need me.” You shake your head.

“We already know what to do,” she winces, “you're the only person that can stop him, he'll die, Y/N. Meanwhile I've got a chance with them beside me. And he's all alone.”

You look at the others, they all nod and you blink in surprise. “But—”

“We have her, wifey.” Yuri smiles kindly at you. “This isn't our first bullet wound. Go and fetch our captain for us would ya?”

You have no time to think about it, so you choose what they instructed you to do. “Keep your hands on her and support her back—” your eyes find the familiar large man wearing your rubies. “Oi!” He pauses from crushing a soldier's arm. “Get a handful of your men and help them get to the doctor's!”

“Do I have to?” He asks, shrugging.

“Yes! I paid you!”

The man sighs then he gestures to a few of his people to climb up the stage. Before you let go of Gwen, you stare daggers at the men in the fake uniforms. “Keep all of them alive and I might just give you a piece of Hazelside.”

“Say no more, duchess, we got ‘em.”

“Gwen—” You take one last look over to her.

“Go, I don't plan on dying today.”

“You better. Meet us back at the ship.” You roam your eyes at the crew like it's the last time you would see them. With a nod towards Yuri, you slide your hands away quickly, Yuri replaces the space you left with her own.

Wordlessly you turn away from them. You fight yourself from looking back. Running away towards Hobie, you hope that it's not too late.

Weaving through the crowd, dodging bullets and swords, you keep your head down and keep your eyes forward at the grand church waiting ahead. The spires are tall and sharp, reminding you of the dragons that rose up from the sea and blocked out the moon. Gargoyles decorate the roofs, all stone and eyes large, mouths agape, unmoving.

You lift the skirt of your tattered gown, it might be covered in blood but the white colour of it is a stark contrast to the dark chaos surrounding you. It acts as a beacon to the people as they see you in their ranks, a noble in their eyes that bears gold and silver around her neck and sleeves. Someone who fought everyone just to get to her pirate captain, they find it in themselves to continue fighting. A few even helps you get to your destination by blocking any guards or soldiers from laying their hands on you.

Smoke in your lungs, steel clanging against steel. Blades slashing at limbs, people screaming in all directions, both with rank and without, they all end up in the same fate. You run through the blood soaked field.

Feet sprinting across the field, people are few and far in between once you get nearer and nearer towards the church. Hands on the large doors, you push the heavy oak to no avail. It's locked, the evidence of it is the rattling noise it makes as you shake it in desperation.

Hobie's in there, and you'd do anything to get to him.

You go around the structure to find a window that's big enough for you to slither into. But all the stained glass windows are too high up for you to reach even if you try to break one. Losing hope, you turn a corner towards the back. You finally breathe when you see a wooden door. Without wasting time, you push it open with your shoulder, shoving it, the rust covered hinges creak with your strength. And finally, it bursts open with one final push.

The sight alone made you stop in your tracks. Clutching your dagger, a finely dressed man lays dead in a pool of blood. A sword embedded in his back, a cracked crown sitting next to his bloodied head. The person standing over the king is none other than his own wife, her face isn't one of sadness but of sheer happiness as she grins at her husband's dead body. Blood dripping off her royal hands, she lifts her head to gaze upon you.

“Hello, little bird, you finally made it.” Caroline stands in front of the altar, the kaleidoscope of lights from the glass windows acts as her spotlight. Her gown is in rich velvet, furs covering her shoulder. And a large tiara on top of her intricate powdered wig.

“You killed him.” Gripping your dagger tighter, you stay away from the bloody queen.

“I did,” Caroline giggles, a sound that sends shivers through your spine. “You look marvelous in your wedding gown by the way. A shame that you didn't get married to that fine young man.” Her voice echoes around the large church, its ceilings are high and painted with saints. They look down at you, eyes lifeless. “Lieutenant.” She calls and the man answers, coming out of the shadows and into the pews. “Do me a favour and kill her for me.”

The disheveled man walks over to you, hand still decorated by your bite.

“Why don't you kill me yourself? Like how you killed your husband.” You address the woman, taunting her.

The queen raises a hand and the navy man stops immediately. She smiles and takes the sword out of her husband's body with ease, then she steps over his body without remorse.

“With pleasure.” She unclasps her cloak, the heavy cloth thuds against the marble. “If I couldn't kill your mother personally, I'd settle for killing you instead.”

“What the fuck—!” The queen arches her sword, thankfully you parry it with your dagger. You know you'll lose in the duel with your smaller weapon against hers and her swordsmanship. A yell echoes from above, a distinct scream from who you hope is from Mathias.

“I wasn't lying when I said you remind me of her!” She slashes, right foot pointed towards you, dodging the sharp edge, the heels of your feet hit a pew, then you fall backwards, back and elbows hitting the hardwood. “But she wasn't much of a fighter just like you!” Her eyes are ablaze as you scramble away.

“Why are you doing this?!” Your voice carries off around the church. “You said you were friends!”

Raising your dagger to shield your face when she tries to slash at your chest, she stands atop you, knee right next to your thigh, leg perching her up. Steel dangerously close to your face, wrists aching from her push, you take your free hand to grip the sharp edge of your dagger to combat her own strength. You feel the knife dig into your palm.

“Why?” The queen cackles, leaning her mad face close. “Because she's the reason why I'm here, she's the reason why that man has ruined me until I couldn't even recognize myself—!”

Lifting your legs, bending your knees, you kick her right in her chest. Making her lose her balance, face falling flat on the marble floors. You take the opportunity to crawl and stand up, sprinting away from her. As you bolt off towards the altar, and towards the door to the bell tower, the stairs are within your reach, but Caroline yanks you by your skirt. You fall off the steps of the altar, body and dagger sliding off the smooth marble.

Groaning, she points her weapon towards your neck, taking your mother's necklace by her blade. “Why did you kill them? For revenge?” You ask, vision blurring from the way your head hit the floor. Everything aches in you, but you continue to fight.

“No, for the satisfaction of them being dead.” She eyes the golden necklace and you glare at her. “She was meant to take the crown, not me. Instead she ignored her duty and ran off with a bastard, and I was forced to marry that fucking beast!” Her voice booms, the saints above look down at the chaos. “Forced to carry his children, children I never wanted but loved nonetheless. Children that I never saw grow up because they were taken from me the second they came out of me!” Her hand shakes around the sword.

You slyly inch your hand towards your dagger that's only a hair width away from your fingertips. You let her continue as the tears in her eyes fall on your bloodied face.

“I never wanted to be queen, all I've ever wanted was to see the world. Your mother took that away from me, and now her daughter is living my fucking dream! The second I knew you were alive I wanted to wring your fucking neck. To hurt you just like her choices had on me.” She twists her sword so the blunt edge is kissing your neck, torture, she's planning on sawing your head off with the blunt edge. “If she can't pay, I'd settle for making you hurt instead.”

“You want to kill me because of what happened decades ago? You're fucking mad if you think sins are passed from parent to child! I never knew them!” You fight back despite the blade near your neck. “Do you understand that you caused the same pain to me that the king has caused you? Whatever you want to call it, it's still revenge!” Caroline pushes the cutlass closer, so close that you can feel it in your throat, choking you. “You're blaming the wrong people for your misfortune, blame the people who used you, who said yes to his every whim, not the couple who only wanted to marry the one they love!”

“I’m the victim here—!”

“You are, but who points the sword towards the innocent?” She blinks, lips wobbling. “Look at you, Mathias told me you're brilliant, but you never thought this part through, haven't you? What do you think the nobles of the land will do to you the moment they hear of your regicide? Who will they blame? Me, who bears the mark of your cruelty? Or you, who has the king's blood on your golden hands?”

You distract her enough to finally reach the dagger, swiftly, you plunge it to the nearest part of her that you can manage, her thigh. She screams in agony, sword and crown clanging loudly on the floor. The once favoured queen clutches her wound that's gushing blood, seeping out of her velvet dress and spilling over the white marble.

Unexpectedly, she cries as she desperately wraps her skirt around the gushing wound. You clamber up to your feet, eyes flitting over the stoic man when Caroline calls for him to kill you where you stand. He doesn't move from his position near the confessionals.

“Are you gonna fight me too? An eye for an eye?” You ask, hands shaking while you bend down for your crimson drenched dagger.

“No, your father and I are even.” The simple words turn your eyes the same shade as the fluid pooling around the queen.

“You're just gonna stand there?” You ask while Caroline's wails echo around the expansive church.

“I'm waiting for you to leave so I can help her.” He seems to be unbothered. A scream rings out from above, louder than the woman's screams. Alarm bells trigger in your mind. “Sounds like someone needs your help.”

“Don't follow me,” you threaten, knife pointed at him as you slither towards the door. “Don't help your captain.”

“Alexander!” She screams for the lieutenant.

“You're right, he's already dead anyway, not my problem anymore.” His eye follows you, “Good luck, duchess.”

With one look towards the mysterious man, you get a glimpse of him crouching next to the woman, hands casually tamping down the rushing blood. Locking the door behind you, you run once again.

The winding spiral staircase seems to go up forever, hand clutching your dagger, you don't even feel the pain in your ankles anymore. Numbness flashes over you for a second, but you carry on. The walls get smaller and tighter as you go on, the stone scratches your hands, the small windows barely provide any light for you. The sounds of struggle get louder, so you speed off with the last of your strength.

Rushing, you make it to the top where Mathias has his hands wrapped around Hobie's neck, with no ounce of hesitation, you plunge your dagger in the devil's flesh, right in between his clavicle.

With a shriek, Mathias lets go of Hobie. Your captain gasps for air, clutching his neck. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, relief washing over you just from seeing him breathe.

“I have you!” Holding his face, you thank the stars that he holds you back with his warm hands.

Hobie utters your name softly, “You have a habit of savin’ me, eh, scuttlebutt?” He smiles at you even with his left eye swelling, even with his mouth full of ichor.

You grin, getting him back to his feet. “The others are waiting—!” A large hand picks you up, wrapping a thick arm around your waist, the other is holding your own weapon in his cracked knuckles. Your own blade is placed harshly against your throat.

A trickle of blood drips from your flesh, and Hobie has the same look back on the revenge. Terrified, the swirling greys of his eyes are mortified at the scene in front of him.

Mathias still lives despite the laceration on his neck, despite his life rushing off of him in waves. He stands precariously on the edge of the tower, his back against the sea, the waves lapping against the cliffs below. He holds you tight as a noose when the wind rushes from behind.

There's a bout of silence hanging in between, Hobie's breath hitches in his throat at your fearful face.

“Don't—” Hobie's voice is broken, pleading desperately. “Please,” Not again, not again. The words scream at him. Not her, never her. “Take me instead.”

Mathias gurgles a response. “Just like old times, eh?”

As the blade kisses your neck, you could only look at Hobie. The copper bell is hanging behind him, large and magnificent, and he stands there with his hand desperately reaching towards you, his gun holds no bullets, sword lay broken in half near his feet.

It's the end, but he declines for it to end, for your life to end at hands of the same man that ended his old love three years ago.

He thinks fate is cruel, he thinks the fates hate him. He thinks his life is a Greek tragedy that was waiting to be written for the fates’ entertainment. He refuses to give them the ending they wanted.

You know it's the end, but it doesn't have to be the end for him too.

There's no other option, no other hope but, "No more sacrifices." You whisper to him even though you know he couldn't hear you, at the same time, you whisper an apology to him.

Images of the past six months flashes in your mind. Images of the tavern you once called home, images of the ship you still call your home. Images of the people you've come to love, images of your island and the sand in between your toes, and the sun on your back. Images of Hobie smiling down at you, images of him holding you close as you cry in his arms.

Images of you learning to love him.

You love him and all his sharp edges, all his anger and all his warmth. You loved him, and that's all that matters in life. To love someone so wholeheartedly that it burrows into your bones and digs deep into your marrows, never letting go. You loved him, and he's worth it for what you're about to do. To be loved back is a gift that he graciously granted you, you intend to cherish it until your end.

You call his name like the softest of silk wrapped around your tongue. "Hobie," and you smile at him, letting your smile tell him that he wasn't born to be a knife, letting your smile tell him that you love him more than the moon loves the tides.

He whispers back your name, pleading with you, for he knows you more than he knows himself, and he knows what you're about to do.

With a loop of your foot around Mathias' ankle, you pull hard, then you let yourself fall backwards.

“Alis volat propriis” You softly say, prying the knife from Mathias’ hand.

And fly you did.

Fear encapsulates him as you fall, the same fear flows out of you like spring water as you plunge into the dark depths.

Hobie refuses to look, frozen on the spot, unblinking eyes still staring at the space you left. His heart feels like it's about to give out as he says your name over and over again like a mantra.

He's a knife meant to grieve.

Slowly, his feet move for him. Body stiff, he makes it to the ledge. Grief stricken eyes darting below, he lets out a guttural wail that carries on with the wind.

Clutching his broken heart, he falls to his knees. He keeps repeating your name as he stares at the bubbles rising up on the surface, the waves deliver seafoam on the beach below, and with it, hope still clings to him.

“No,” A sob breaks through when you don't emerge a second later. “...no, c'mon scuttlebutt, don't fuckin' leave me.”

Grief rolls over his skin like tiny pinpricks of sorrow puncturing his insides and into his scarred heart. Your face flashes in front of him, and the voice inside him asks, 'will it be bad if you follow?'

“Brown?” A familiar voice calls behind him, Hobie whirls around, grief evident on his face, Miguel already knows what happend. He shakes his bloody head profusely, “where's— where is she?”

Hobie doesn't answer, he turns back towards the sea. Agony filling his very being as he stares below.

“No!” Miguel follows Hobie's eyes. And then he screams for you. He searches for you under the waves.

Hobie lays his head on the wall of the bell tower. A minute, it's been a minute since you fell, yet no sign of a body has floated up. The sky is still calm, the sun still shines, yet, you don't resurface.

He blinks away when he sees fingers reaching amongst the waves. “Did you see that?” Praying, praying to any deity out there that is listening to him, he prays that his mind isn't playing a cruel joke on him.

“What?”

Hobie stands up, taking Miguel's face to turn it towards the waters. Something moves under the seafoam, someone moves under the seafoam.

His heart picks up speed, and he rushes down the stairs. Miguel follows close by, their feet thudding loudly on the stairs. They ignore the various pains in their body, what matters is you, and they intend to get to your side as quickly as possible.

They go through the broken door that Miguel kicked, and they run over a puddle of blood without a body. Sprinting outside, the sea breeze greets them. They don't stop for anyone or anything, even though the palace burns to the ground behind them, even though the heat from the melting golden gates sears their backs. They continue downward towards the path to the beach.

Hobie trips on a rock, Miguel helps him up swiftly.

From the tides, you rise once more.

Heaving from the swim, drenched and sore. You grin at the two men rushing towards you. Like the waves lapping at your feet, relief washes over them.

You raise your arms in time just before Hobie crashes his body to yours. His face finds safety in the crook of your neck. Arms holding you tight and comfortable, he breaths you in, taking a deep shuddering breath. You smell like the sea. He can't believe you're alive, can't believe that you're back in his arms.

“I lost the dagger,” you say against his cheek as you press cold kisses on his skin.

“I'll get you a new one.” Tears flow out of his eyes, he feels like he's dreaming, he feels like fate has finally granted him reprieve. “I’ll get you a hundred more, fuck that, a thousand more if you asked.”

“I just want one.” You chuckle.

“I'll get you one then.” Hobie peels himself off you, fingers roaming your face, the heel of his hand is placed atop your pulse, making sure he didn't fall off the tower himself. “You're alive.” He says breathlessly, “you fuckin' swam!”

“I had a good teacher.” You say as you hold him tenderly. “He's dead, it's over, Hobie.” Salty tears in your lashes, he pulls you in for another hug. Eyes closed, you savour the calmness with the sound of the rushing sea behind you, knowing that Mathias lays beneath its waves with your dagger embedded in his eye. “It's over, and I'm alright.”

Holding your hand towards Miguel who sits on his knees on the sand, eyes glowing with consolation. You flex your hand towards him so he could hold your hand. He stands up, taking it willingly, squeezing once like how he held your parents’ hands once upon a time.

Miguel nods proudly at you, gently pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, he gives you and Hobie space. You mouth a thank you towards the man.

—

“Shit!” James exclaims, jumping up and down on the docks. “Look at her! She's magnificent!”

“Spell ‘magnificent’, James.” Yuri taunts.

“Don't ruin this for me!” He turns towards you, grinning from ear to ear like a child in a sugar shop. “You're actually giving us this ship?”

“Mm-hmm—” before you could finish nodding, James sprints off towards the fine ship. Yuri winks at you before she follows behind James.

The sun slowly sets, bathing the waters in pink and orange light. James isn't wrong, the ship is magnificent. It's bigger than the black hellion, much bigger. Two crow's nests sit at the highest point of the masts. The body is well maintained, oak still shining in the late afternoon sun. Silver violets and hazelnuts decorate the sides, a reminder of what could've been.

Looking at your new home, you shift your gaze to Hobie, knowing wherever he is, as long as you're with him, you're home.

Your tired eyes flick over the figurehead of an osprey with its wings outstretched around the head of the ship. Hobie taps your head with his own gently.

“It needs some work done.”

You chuckle as you fix your hold on him. Still in your wedding gown, skin still smelling like the sea, you move impossibly closer to him. You're both winded, but Hobie has sustained more injuries than you and needed more help in standing up straight. “Do you think we should change the name?”

“Love,” he turns his head towards you, his smile almost makes you kiss him right there and then. “I think I've got a few ideas, for now let's get the fuck out of here.”

“Alright— wait, where's Gwen?”

“Here, worry much, landlubber?” She asks on her stretcher. Miles, Pavitr and an unknown blond man carry her.

“Well you were shot, Gwendy, I think I have every right to be worried.”

“I'm fine now, can't even feel a thing!” She smiles and you recognize her state.

“I think that's the medication talking.” You eye the stranger, “and who might you be?”

“Oi,” Hobie points at the man. “You better not cause any trouble Stacy.”

You lightly gasp, finally noticing the resemblance.

“Not planning on causing any, captain.” Gwen's father smiles and gives you a curt nod.

“Can we hurry the chit chat?” Miles groans.

“You telling me I'm too heavy, Morales?” Gwen teases but the fatigue must've taken a toll on Miles as he takes it seriously.

“W-what? Of course not!”

“You calling my daughter heavy?” Her father jokes back. They're father and daughter alright.

“No! Let's just get on the ship.” Miles pouts, you send him a smile, wordlessly giving him your thanks. He shakes his head, hiding his grin in reply.

“Pav!” You call after Pavitr, “tea later?”

He beams at you, happiness almost blinding you. “Hell yeah!” Jaunting happily, he practically skips off, to Gwen's protest, who still lays on the gurney, shakes from his little dance.

Miguel taps your shoulder, Hobie lets you go so you could hug the man.

“Room for one more?” He asks while patting your back.

Leaning away, your eyes widen, smile widening. “What!”

“I meant for Lyla, kid.” Miguel laughs, smile lines appearing.

“Oh, you're not coming with us?” Disappointment is evident in your voice.

“No, sorry. Maybe one day. I've got unfinished business” He holds your shoulders, “you better take care or I'll chase you again.”

“Oh god, don't say that!” You giggle whilst he mirrors your smile. “If you're not coming, then you can have this back.” Taking off the locket, you place it in his rough palms. “A reminder of them,” you close his fingers around the gold. “Besides, I already have his gun. You deserve something of theirs too.”

The sun shines in his eyes. “This was Gabriella’s, she gifted it to your mother when she got sick. It's a family heirloom.”

“She was Gabriella's godmother, wasn't she?”

“Yes, and your father was her godfather.”

You tap his hand. “It's back in the right hands then.”

“Thank you,” Miguel sniffs, neck craning towards Hobie who sits on a crate. “And you,” Hobie dramatically points at himself. “Take care of my goddaughter, or I'll come after you again.”

Hobie, smirks, “aye, aye, admiral.” He mocks a salute.

Miguel shoots you a look, “you sure about that one?”

You gaze at Hobie, your Hobie. “I'm sure.” He winks at you and you wink back.

“God, I gotta let you go before I get sick.” You chortle as Miguel hugs you one last time. Pressing a kiss on the crown of your head, he nods once, staring at your face, seeing his friends’ faces in yours, saying goodbye to the three of you. “Be good, I'll see you in the sea.”

“Looking forward to it, uncle. Don't get caught by the coppers.” He lets you go with a laugh, unhitching his horse and then getting on, he rides off.

Lyla suddenly appears from the dust with a big grin on her face, she carries suitcases upon suitcases in her arms. “Where to, captain?” She asks you.

“Not the captain, he is.” You gesture towards Hobie who doesn't even correct Lyla. He just waves at her with a small shrug.

“I thought whoever owned the boat was the captain, anyway! Off to adventure!” She cackles into the sunset, feet thudding loudly as she hurls all her luggage on the ship. You vaguely hear someone yell ‘who the fuck are you?!’

You ignore it for now, how could you not when Hobie stares at you so sweetly that you prefer this than chocolate?

“She's not wrong y’know.” He says whilst you saunter towards him. Stretching his legs, he gives you space to stand in between them.

“Are you planning on giving me your title, captain?” You tease, sliding your hands up and down his arms. His own is wrapped around your middle, staring up at you with endearment.

“You're already a captain,” you raise an eyebrow, tilting your head. He sighs, so full of love for the woman in his arms. “of my heart—”

“I knew you would say that!” You laugh, feeling like the weight off your shoulders has finally turned into dust. And he feels like the fish bone stuck in his throat is finally gone.

Hobie smiles softly at you, heart shaped grey eyes full of life. “Are you sure about this? Stayin’ I mean.”

You squeeze the back of his neck, already missing how his hair would tickle your palms. But you love him even with his scruffy head. He looks handsome with or without it, you'll never tell him or his ego would implode. At least now you get the pleasure of seeing it grow, you can't help but press a sickeningly sweet kiss atop his head.

The sound of the anchors getting lifted up fills your ears so you lean closer for him to hear your words better.

“I'll stay as long as you want me too.”

“Forever then?”

“Forever.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “Until I'm cold, you can't escape me.”

Hobie has a lopsided smile on his lips, grey eyes aglow with affection. “You're still in your white dress,” you raise an eyebrow. “Y’know what that means—” Lifting you up like a bride, he carries you towards the ship as you yelp and giggle in his arms. “Off to our honeymoon then!”

As the sun sets, you set off to new beginnings. You've found where you belong, you've finally found home.

A/N: And it's done!! Thank you all so much for reading, interacting and genuinely showing your support whether it's by making fanart or sending your thoughts, I'm forever grateful for all of them!! Love you ❤️

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