#the butterflies in his stomach are there because he's just so excited about the pirate life y'know
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hear me out, barto with a 5’4 chubby reader (fem or gn..?) like I feel like he’d be so sweet with any insecurities! Maybe they meet in the dresserosa colosseum or something? (I love barto acting silly in the colosseum lol) maybe the reader was one of Rebecca’s friends so reader was helpin out luffy 👀?
this works perfectly because i am also chubby so im also feeding into my delusions only im taller :^)
also i know Rebecca is 16 so you are just 2 years older than her so Barto doesnt get a case
I didn't finish it because I lost motivation halfway so when I regain it I will make a part 2 :)
anw enough with my yappin
Did you enjoy the show?
Bartolomeo x Short Chubby GN Reader
Rebecca was your best friend since childhood and nothing could separate you two apart. so when she was imprisoned in the colosseum you made the decision to go and stay with her. She was one of the, if not the best, gladiators you ever seen but unfortunately the crowds hated her. You were always the one to cheer her on in the crowds.
Being in the colosseum all the time felt lonely when Rebecca was fighting but it was all worth it to be with your best friend. Each day you would see challengers come and go. the ones that stuck around for a few times were never any that good until someone new came along.
Bartolomeo the Cannibal. You have read about him in the newspaper before and saw how high his bounty had raised in such a short time. You would have never thought to see him in Dressrosa of all places! It wasnt until Rebecca told you of the prize at the end of the battle. The Mera Mera no Mi
You could barely believe that the Devil Fruit of the former Commander of the Second Division of the Whitebeard Pirates was here! Dressrosa was never a place that contained any excitement and now you wondered what storm was brewing here.
You were currently getting supplies for Rebecca to get ready for her battle when you ran face-first into someone
“Watch it kid, I coulda ran over you” a gruff voice called out as whoever you ran into pushed you away by your shoulders
It was Bartolomeo. You’ve never seen him up in person. He looks just like his wanted poster. You couldn't help but feel insecure at that moment. He was just so tall and strong compared to you.
almost as if he could read your mind he said in a quiet voice “Damn you're short” which made your face flush red with embarrassment.
The two of you stood there for a moment not saying a word before he released your shoulders and started walking away.
“Be careful out there kid! don't get hurt!” he called over his shoulder
you were too stunned to move, you just watched him walk away and stared at where he was when you could no longer see him. You felt butterflies in your stomach but then quickly remembered the task at hand.
When you reached back to Rebecca it was just in time for the announcing of the Block B fighters. You paid no mind to it as you helped Rebecca gear up until you heard a familiar name.
“The Irrepressible, Irredeemable, Bartolomeo!” You heard the announcer shout for the Colosseum. Upon hearing his name you ran over to one of the Colosseum windows to look at the battlefield. and there he was. standing by the entrance with his pockets in his hands.
Rebecca noticed this and walked over to the window to see what you were looking at
“Bartolomeo? Why’d you come over here to see him?” She asked, pausing for a moment to continue “Don't tell me you have a crush on that pirate.”
“What? No!” you defended yourself, glancing at her for a moment before looking back down at him “I just… I'm just curious. I ran into him in the hallway earlier when I was getting things for you”
You studied him carefully as he walked to the center of the ring and pointed out to the crowds
“All of you… Can go straight to Hell!” He said as the crowds booed him only making him laugh at them.
The sound of the crowds yelling insults and telling him to go to Hell instead filled your ears. You felt bad for him as the people threw their trash at him. Bartolomeo dodged the trash as he looked around the Colosseum before mocking the people even more.
Sure this guy may be a menace but you still couldn't help but be curious. There was something about him and you just couldn't place your finger on it.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you noticed he was making direct eye contact with him before pulling something out of his pocket. The crowd looked confused as to what he was holding before he pitched it into the air. someone yelled out it was a bomb. You gasped and watched the ball-shaped bomb carefully in the air, noticing it didn't look like a regular bomb. The Crowds started losing their shit and tried to run out of the Colosseum. it wasn't until finally when the ball landed people settled down realizing it was just a ball.
Taking a moment to look away from the scene you looked back over to Rebecca who was giving you a weird gaze.
“So tell me about this encounter you had with the Cannibal down there”
You gave her your best glare as you knew exactly what she was doing. She knew you all too well and read you like a book.
After you had told her everything that had happened you heard the announcer yell something you decided to check and see if the green-haired man was still in the battle.
“I don't believe my eyes! Is there no depth to which Bartolomeo will sink!? How low will he go!?”
Upon hearing Bartolomeo’s name from the announcer you were starting to get worried. You quickly jumped on the window sill and looked at the arena to find him. And found him you did… with his pants down and just freely taking a piss into the moat surrounding the arena.
“Well that's something” you said out loud causing Rebecca to come and see what the commotion was about
You saw one of the fighters, Hack, walk up behind Bartolomeo and get ready to strike him. you got nervous for him. When Hack started to attack him you yelled out Bartolomeo’s name and covered your face to look away. The crowd started to cheer. Knowing the cheering was a bad sign you felt lost. You started to gently cry. Why did you have to fall in love so easily?
Rebecca put her arm over your shoulders to comfort you. After a moment you heard the crowd stop cheering and then Rebecca started to shake your shoulders.
“Wait don't cry, look! He's still alive!” she said trying to get you to look
You lifted your hands from your tear-stained face to see Bartolomeo without a scratch on him. In fact, Hack was the one who was injured. He was holding the first he tried to punch Bartolomeo with while it was bleeding. Bartolomeo was standing there grinning mischievously at him while laughing. How did he manage not to get hurt? Did he have some kind of devil fruit?
You watched Bellamy the Hyena try to do the same thing and attack Bartolomeo only to get injured himself. You watched him intensely to see if you could see what he did but you couldn't find anything. Some time had passed and you kept a sharp eye on him to see if he would pull anything.
All of a sudden, everyone went quiet, and the competitors stopped fighting. Everyone was looking right at King Elizabello. You didn't know why nor could you see him since he was facing away from you.
“Maybe the rumors were true. If so, we’re in trouble!” you heard the announcer call out as the people watching started to run to the opposite side of the Colosseum. Two of the fighters tried to attack Elizabello when he threw an incredibly strong punch that broke the floor of the area and knocked the rest of the fighters into the water. Rebecca and you both watched in amazement at the incredible punch.
“Out of all the 138 competitors in Block B, I hereby proclaim the victor to be King Elizabe-” Before the announcer could finish his statement someone in the crowd pointed out that there was still someone was still in the arena.
When the smoke and fog cleared you saw Bartolomeo behind a blue see-through wall crossing his arms over his chest and his index and middle fingers were also crossed. You gasped and smiled, happy knowing he was safe.
“It's a barrier!” Bartolomeo proudly proclaimed “What's wrong? Can't create a barrier by crossing your fingers like this? C’mon, It's so easy a little kid could do it!” He mocked Elizabello
The crowd gasped and went silent as Bartolomeo continued to speak
“Well I guess it could be ‘cause I ate the Bari Bari Fruit”
Bartolomeo looked up to you once again and winked at you before drawing his arm back to throw his barrier forward
“Barrier Crash!” he said as his barrier flew forward to hit Elizebello
You blushed when he winked at you and apparently, Rebecca didn't miss it cause she elbowed you in your side with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes at her and saw that King Elizabello’s head was hanging out of the arena immediately disqualifying him. You gasped with amazement and looked at the remaining fighter with joy.
“He did it, Rebecca!”
“That means, the winner of Block B is, damn it all, Bartolomeo!” The announcer said with anger and frustration in his voice
You on the other hand couldn't be happier for Bartolomeo. you watched him take a victory stance and tell the crowds once again that they can all go to Hell. After that, we went back inside of the Colosseum. You hopped off the window sill with joy.
“Did you see that Rebecca? He won! I couldn't be happier for him! He did amazing!” you half yell at your friend excitedly as she smiles at your joy “Man what I wouldn't give to stir up the confidence to go congratulate him!”
“Awe thanks for the flattery, sugar” a very familiar voice said from behind you. Both you and Rebecca turned to see Bartolomeo standing there smiling at the both of you, showing off his sharp teeth.
Your stomach dropped. Did he hear everything you said? Why did he come to see you? Most importantly, did he call you sugar?
“Y’know,” he said, walking up to you. Once he was at least a foot away he started again “I was just showing off for you, shortcakes. I could have had it all done earlier but I wanted to give you a show” He smirked before kneeling in front of you
“I hope you enjoyed it”
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#x reader#one piece x reader#one piece#bartolomeo#bartolomeo the cannibal#bartolomeo x reader#one piece x gn reader#pepsislvtwrites
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Bruh, I know ur really into one piece right now soooooooo 😉😉😏
How about #3 with ur one piece husbando? I'm sure there's a wiiiiide selection for u to choose from 😏😏
Bro, thanks for the request. But how dare you make me choose between my husbands T^T. I decided to show love to Ace because I know you're sweet on him too ^^
Number 3: Travelling long distances just to see them
It was closing time at the restaurant. You had just finished putting the last wine glass away behind the bar when you heard the familiar chime of the doorbell cutting through the silence. A long, tired sigh fell from your lips as an irritated scowl settled on your face. Unfortunately, stragglers were a common occurrence and you loathed having to deal with them. Could they not read? Or did they choose to ignore the sign plastered on the door that clearly stated ‘closed’?
"Restaurant is closed" you droned, not even bothering to turn around and face the visitor as you swiped a cloth over the counter. "You’ll have to come back in the morning."
You were tired to the bone and your feet ached. You just wanted to go home and it reflected in your tone. You braced yourself to be yelled at and you were mildly surprised when you didn’t receive it. Instead, you got a throaty chuckle.
"Ah, that’s a shame. I was hoping to get some take out."
You paused in your monotonous task, grip loose on the cloth as your ears perked up to the sound of their voice. Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly whirled around, almost tripping over your feet from the terrifying speed at which you had spun. Your eyes were wide, a look of shock tugging at your features as you stared at the person standing in the door to the restaurant. Ace smiled widely at you, hand on his hip and bag slung over his shoulder as he shot you a casual wink.
"So, how about it? Can I take you out?"
His smile burned hotter than the sun. God, how you missed that smile. Once the initial shock of seeing him wore off, you pounced into action. You immediately abandoned your task, running around the bar and heading straight for him. Ace dropped his bag, the heavy sack hitting the floor with a dull thud as he opened his arms wide and invited you to embrace him. He grunted softly as you ran into his arms with enough force to send you both toppling down to the floor. He kept his footing, wrapping his arms around your waist as you cling to him, hands splayed on his bare chest as you breathe in his warmth. It had been so long since you had seen him. It felt like an eternity had passed you by just waiting for the day to see his smiling face again and to hold him in your arms just like this. You peek up at him through long lashes, unshed tears shimmering in your eyes.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep the excited quiver out of your voice.
Ace smiled warmly as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips hot against your skin as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek.
"I was in the area" he replied with a lazy roll of his shoulder. "Thought I’d stop by."
You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. You knew it was a blatant lie. There was no reason for a pirate to stop by your little, humble home town. He must have travelled for days just to be standing here in front of you. You smiled shyly, warmth blossoming in your chest as you squeezed him tighter, drawing him closer into your embrace.
"You didn’t have to go out of your way just to see me."
Ace blew your comment off with a wave of his hand.
"Pfft, nonsense. You are never too far out of my way" he replied. "I’d walk the entirety of the red line barefoot just to see you."
His sincere words made butterflies erupt in your stomach, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest as your skin burned with a pleasant heat. You tentatively reached for his face with your hand, fingers brushing against his face as you cupped his cheek in the palm of your hand. He leaned down as you raised yourself up on the tips of your toes to place a chaste kiss on his lips. You hummed softly at the warm, familiar taste, sea salt lingering on the tip of your tongue as you pulled away.
"I missed you so much, Ace."
Ace squeezed you tighter, his grip almost completely knocking the wind out of you as he held you in a tight embrace.
"I missed you too."
A comfortable silence permeated the air as you continued to hold each other. It felt like the rest of the world had faded away and all that was left in this moment was just the two of you. Ace was the one to finally break the silence as he idly scratched at his cheek.
"Although…you wouldn’t have to miss me so much if you joined the Whitebeard Pirates" he said with a cheeky smile.
You sighed as you parted from him, a small pout tugging at your lips. "Ace, we’ve been over this."
He held up his hands, trying to placate you before you got too irritated. "I know, I know. But just hear me out again, will ya? We’d get to see each other so much more. And the other crew members have been dying to meet you. Even the old man won’t shut up about it. He pesters me every chance he gets."
You chuckled softly at the exasperated groan that fell from his mouth. It was obvious to you how much Ace cared for his crewmates, no matter how much he complained about their doting over him. You weren’t sure how many times he had brought up this topic before, trying to convince you to a life of piracy, sailing along the Grand Line. You hummed in thought as you reached for his hand, easily slotting your smaller hand in his larger one. Your fingers intertwined as you fondly squeezed it.
"Hmm alright. Convince me to join the crew on the walk home."
Ace grinned widely. "I accept that challenge."
#my writing#one piece#portgas d ace#ace x reader#prompt game#imastrangeone98#fluff#sfw#request#x reader
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I think a lot about all the “hahaha how did stede not realize he’s gay” posts, because as a 32YO who didn’t realize that 1) I’m actually solely into girls and 2) I’m not entirely cis, until roughly the ages of 1) 29 and 2) 31, I have a lot of thoughts on this.
Because Stede grew up in an environment with probably no other queer people, or if there were, they would be used as an example of what not to be in Respected Society. There would be no queer characters in his books, nothing to compare his feelings to, especially not on an island like Barbados, where he’d probably have to ship his books in from further away and they’d go through a lot of hands of people who know him, personally, before they reach him.
On top of that, there’s of course his peers and his parents, bullying all other-ness right out of him and making him try so, so hard to conform to what’s expected of him.
As someone who grew up in a small, very religious town in a rural area with a very limited library, limited access to internet, and no openly queer peers, I kind of know the feeling. (In fact, if someone as much as hinted at possibly not being straight the entire school would know and not shut up about it for weeks - and not in a positive way. I am unfortunately speaking from personal experience here.)
I’m not at all surprised he might confuse romantic feelings for friendship, might not fully realize what’s going on until Ed kisses him, might not allow himself to feel what he’s feeling (and revel in it).
Even if Stede did figure out what his feelings are, even if he did understand that at least half of his crew is queer as fuck, with all the bullying and the conditioning he’s gone through for all that time and those intense feelings of unworthiness and low self esteem, he could very well be pushing it all away, because not only is someone as amazing as Ed liking him back near impossible to fathom, actually acting on any of these feelings is a whole different matter too.
#ofmd#basically what I'm trying to say is#I'm not sure if 'everyone's limp-wristing all over the place' would mean much to Stede if he doesn't have any context for what that *means*#for all he knows that's just how Real Pirates are#they're all just such Good Pals with each other#isn't it great how pirates can be so free with each other in their good friendships#the butterflies in his stomach are there because he's just so excited about the pirate life y'know#definitely nothing to do with Romance because hahaha stede? romance???? impossible#am I wildly projecting on stede? yes absolutely lmaooo#anyway I'm super tired as usual (thank you insanely long bout of insomnia) so idk if any of this makes sense#but I've just been thinking about this a lot#especially after a conversation I had with a friend yesterday#where we talked a lot about being queer in our specific area#and how hard it is when everyone's mentalities here are stuck in the 60s#and you're just fully expected to marry someone of the opposite gender and have children#and women work in health care and men in factories#and women go home immediately after work because 'my husband expects food to be ready when he gets home'#anygay
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You know I loved the body swap au! Can I please have one for Marco please <3 gn reader if I may
Hiii love! Of course, i hope you like it! ❤
— Now make a wish. — your friends said, waiting for you to blow out the candles. — But remember, you can’t tell us or else it won't come true.
— Okay, okay. — you giggled, closing your eyes thinking about what to wish. You already had many things you wanted, but the only thing missing now was your other half.
“I want to meet my soulmate soon”, you repeated in your head over and over again as you blew out the candles, closing your eyes as if you were trying to manifest it, or at least try to make it happen faster.
Your friends stayed at your place until late talking and imagining how your soulmate was.
— How do you imagine them? — one of your friends asked you.
— Well… I don’t want to be picky, but… — you thought for a second. — Tall and blonde? Smart, respectful and with a good personality. The rest doesn’t matter, I guess.
That night you fell asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.
You woke up feeling annoyed with the loud noises outside, all the people singing and talking loud that early in the morning got you irritated. Assuming it was one of your neighbors, you opened your eyes ready to jump out of the bed to complain. But it wasn’t your room. The bed was smaller, but the place seemed to be very clean and organized; there was also a desk with an organized pile of papers.
You looked down and also noticed the toned tattooed chest wasn’t yours.
It could only mean one thing.
That man was your soulmate.
When you noticed the porthole and the room started shaking slightly, you realized you were in a ship. And not seeing any uniforms, you assumed it was a pirate ship. That sounded exciting, being with a pirate!
“Well, it was quicker than I was expecting”, you thought. You weren’t complaining, though. But you were surprised knowing your wish came true in such a short time. You wanted to know more about him, so you started looking for things around his room. One of the papers on his desk said “Dr. Marco”. Was your soulmate a doctor? You were fascinated, reading his notes, or trying to, with his handwriting. Sadly, your soulmate didn’t have a mirror in his room.
You opened the bedroom door, looking around to see if anyone was near. The hall was empty, so you ran towards one of the bathrooms, and finally found a small mirror. It was a little broken, but you could still see the reflection very well. He was very handsome, apparently a bit older than you, thin eyebrows and a different hair, that reminded you of a pineapple. It was very cute. He was the way you wished your soulmate to be.
"Tall and blonde? Smart..."
Hearing some steps approaching the door, you left the bathroom quickly.
— Good morning, Marco! — one of the men passing by said, smiling.
You greeted him with a friendly smile, trying to act normal. Before you could think of anything, a few other man were running towards you trying to help another man to walk. You raised an eyebrow at the scene.
— Marco! You need to help him, this dumbass dropped a knife on his foot! — one of them tried to explain.
— Do you think he’ll lose a toe? — another man asked, sounding very desperate.
You started freaking out when you remembered that now youwere the doctor.
— Let’s go to the infirmary. — you said. They needed to have an infirmary, right? So they ran to one of the rooms, and you followed.
They helped the injured man sit on the bed, and surprisingly the man didn’t seem too worried. You and the other men stared at each other, waiting for them to say anything.
— Well, you two can leave now. Thank you. — they nodded and left.
You tried to act like a doctor, getting a paper to write some information about your patient.
— So, what’s your name? — you asked, trying to sound professional.
— What do you mean with that? — his eyes widened. — I’m Thatch! I’m losing blood and you’re the one who gets confused?
— Ah, yes. Sorry, Thatch.
The room went silent when you were trying to remember any first aid tips you had at school, or anything that could help.
— Can you heal me with your devil fruit powers, then?
Devil fruit powers? Your soulmate had devil fruit powers that could cure people? But your question was: could you use them now that you were in his body? You took too long to say anything or show a reaction, so your patient sighed.
— Don’t tell me you finally switched bodies with your soulmate? — he broke the silence.
You nodded, as if you were guilty.
— Marco, that was the worst timing!
— I’m not Marco. I’m (Y/N). — you turned back, trying to find something to clean his wound and maybe fix it somehow. How hard could it be? Maybe the injury wasn’t even that serious.
— I’m going to lose my toe. — Thatch said, dramatically. — Please, let’s call Marco. We have a den den mushi, but don’t let me lose my toe.
You had a short time to find the Captain, which to your surprise, was Edward Newgate. You didn’t even have time to be shocked. In five minutes, you explained the whole situation, begged for a den den mushi and called Marco.
Your soulmate was worried, but was laughing at his crewmate being dramatic in the background. He had a nice calm voice, and was patiently helping you through the phone, how to patch your patient up. When you finished, his toe looked decent and hopefully would get better soon.
— Now we need to switch back, yoi. — he said.
— We need to find a place to meet, and fast. I don’t know what to do if another crewmate of yours get hurt.
Turns out your island wasn’t far from where you were right now, so in a few hours you’d be face to face with your soulmate.
You dreamed about it since you were a child, when your friends kept saying how they imagined their soulmate to be, how the kiss would be, the wedding and the house you two would have.
You spent the next few hours feeling anxious, as if the butterflies in your stomach couldn’t just be quiet. A part of you wondered if you should practice the kiss so everything could go perfect, but soon you dismissed the idea. If you two are soulmates, the kiss will be perfect anyway.
It was almost night, the sky was beautiful with the sunset, and the Moby Dick finally docked. And much to your surprise, your soulmate was there too. Fidgeting with his fingers and walking around in circles and apparently, waiting for you.
— Is that him? — they asked, you nodded. — Oi Marco! — the crewmates screamed, seeing his figure, or well, your figure, from far.
As soon as you left the ship, the walk towards him seemed long, even though you weren’t that far from each other. Not wanting to take any longer, he also started walking in your direction. And finally you were in front of him. After long years, and an even longer day.
You just looked at each other for a minute, he held your hand, squeezing it gently, as to help you, or him, to relax.
Marco was taking too long to make a move, so taking a deep breath and trying to be as brave as ever, your lips found his in a quick move. His eyes widened in surprise for a second, until the doctor finally closed them and enjoyed the moment. The kiss was soft, gentle at first, since the two of you were still shy. Until Marco heated the kiss, pulling you close as if he wanted you two to become one. Your both hands holding his face, the man’s hand on your hips. And of course, the Whitebeard Pirates cheering in the back.
— How did that work so fast yoi? We just met. — he giggled.
— Because you're exactly how I always imagined you to be. — you smiled.
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Princess Part Two
Part Two of the Kid x princess reader and well...I might’ve gotten carried away a little but oh well. Thanks to @pure-kirarin for requesting this! Btw, this plays either pre time skip or during the time skip since Kid still has both arms lol.
Part One is here!
Warning: 18+, smut, dirty talk, virgin reader
Word count: 4.4k
She was laying in her bed, her face still wet from crying the whole way back. Her clothes were dirty; she had slipped multiple times on and some scratches were visible on her arms and legs. She needed to cover them so no one would see them. Otherwise, they’d ask uncomfortable questions and she simply had no answer as to why she looked like this.
The sheets of her bed felt comforting and soothing but she couldn’t quite fall asleep; too many thoughts were running through her head and every single one revolved around Eustass Kid. To say her image of him and pirates in general had been shuttered was an understatement. Was he right? Had she been too influenced by all the stories she’s read? In them, pirates were criminals but in a charming way; they’d drink and have fun and play around with women but they never gave off that aura of danger. And still: some part in her wanted to know more about pirates, know more about their life, their ambitions, and motivation.
Kid said something about becoming the king of pirates; wasn’t this just a myth? Finding the One Piece? Gol D. Roger’s call to find it? She wasn’t sure but he seemed serious. And this part of him was the one that intrigued her the most. She closed her eyes and slowly but surely drifted off into a restless sleep, haunted by a certain bloodthirsty pirate captain.
It had been two nights since she encountered the Kid pirates and ever since she felt down and less ambitious. The prince, his father, and their entourage left yesterday. Finally, she had time for herself but it did her no good; her thoughts were still running wild, always returning to Eustass Kid. She even had a somewhat wet dream about him where she woke up breathing heavily and completely unsatisfied. She’s never been intimate before and her urge to be was rather non-existent – until now. Only the thought of him doing anything remotely sexual to her had little butterflies flying in her belly, making it incredibly difficult to focus.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of weapons clashing on weapons, loud yells calling to gather in front of the entrance and protect the king and the princess. She hurried to the big window and saw with horror how one guard after another got killed, their screams echoing through the night sky. She clasped her hands over her mouth but couldn’t move her eyes away from the horrid scene. The ones killing her people were none other than the Kid pirates. She saw weapons flying through the air and gathering around one person – Eustass Kid. All the weapons manifested into one huge weapon-arm he used to kill more of the guards.
She heard footsteps in front of her door and turned around, expecting pirates to storm in at any moment. But instead, two guards were rushing in, weapons ready to protect or fight. “Princess-sama! You need to get out of here! It’s too dangerous!” one yelled while the other one grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. “W-wait! What’s going on?” she demanded to know but followed the two guards down the stairs. “Pirates. They invaded the palace. Probably looking for treasure but we’re not sure. As long as they’re here you’re not safe, princess-sama.”
The stairs led down until they reached the dungeons where a safe-room was located. But they didn’t make it until there because in a flash the guard’s weapons were taken from them by what seemed like magic but when she turned around Captain Kid was standing there, a huge and sadistic grin in his face.
The guards positioned themselves in front of the princess but without any weapons they were defenseless. “Princess-sama! Please, keep going until you reach the safe-room! We will handle him!” the guard told him. The princess didn’t think twice before she turned around and ran through the long corridor. She didn’t make it far though because suddenly, she felt a hand grab her hair and yanking her back painfully.
“Just the princess I was looking for.” She heard a voice right next to her ear. “Let go” she screamed and tried to get free but his grip was like iron. “Stop struggling and be quiet. I only want your treasure, that’s all. If you’re a good little princess I’ll let you live.” He purred.
“Y-you killed the guards! Why should I trust you?” tears were running down her face. This was definitely not how she had imagined their next meeting!
“Indeed, I have. But maybe I’ll make an exception for you? Can’t kill a princess now, can I?” it sounded sarcastic and she new he had no qualms killing her as well. “Now, tell me. Where do you hide your treasure? The sooner you tell me the sooner we’re on our marry way.” “How do I know you’re not lying?”
“You just have to believe me.” He sounded amused at her question. “And by the way. Didn’t you say you wanted to join us? As a pirate you should be okay with robbing and killing people. That’s just part of a pirate’s life.” She pressed her lips together and felt stupid once again. Deep down, she had known this but she just didn’t want to accept it.
“So, tell me. Where is the treasure?” he repeated the question. “I-in the south tower, top floor, behind a huge door. Can’t miss it.” She pressed out and expected him to let her go. But Kid had other plans. “That wasn’t too difficult, was it? Let’s go.” And with a push she stumbled forward. He let go of her hair so technically she could run away but she knew he’d catch her. “Lead the way, princess.” He said while he followed her, his eyes running down her body while they were walking, appreciating the silky nightgown she was wearing which was running down her body like water.
The princess noticed but kept quiet about it. “W-where is my father?” she instead wanted to know. Kid shrugged, the grin still on his face. “Who knows.” He simply answered and she knew he wouldn’t tell her. Maybe he was already dead?
When they got to the entrance hall she heard yelling coming from all over the place but she couldn’t see her father. Kid pushed her forward with his hand, making her almost fall to the floor. “Keep moving, princess.” It sounded like an insult when he called her that but she wouldn’t complain. She heard him call some of his men who followed them up the stairs until they all reached the huge door guarding the treasure. The two guards were quickly disposed of and the princess couldn’t hold back a squeal.
Kid laughed at her reaction while the others opened the huge door, revealing lots and lots of gold, silver, jewels and precious gems. “That’s what I call a jackpot. Pack it up!” Kid ordered and shoved the princess with him to the side to not be in the way of his crew. Silently, they stood next to each other, Kid had his arms crossed in front of his chest, she looked down, fidgeting with her fingers. “Did we wake you?” Kid suddenly asked, his eyes still appreciating the treasure in the room. She stayed silent, not wanting to answer.
He turned his head towards her, his eyes wandering up and down once again. “You got a lot of those nightgowns, don’t you? You were wearing one two nights ago as well, weren’t you?” a blush creeped on her cheeks and she pulled her arms over her body to hide it from his few. “Don’t be shy! It looks good on you!” The red intensified even more and he could swear her head was about to pop like a tomato. “Show me your room.” He demanded. Shocked, she looked at him, eyes wide and mouth open. There it was again – the excited feeling in her stomach. Even though he had just killed more than a dozen if her men she still felt intrigued by him; his whole aura had her body drawn to him.
“C’mon. A little princess like you must have a huge room, right? Let me see it.” He insisted. There was no rational reason why she did it but she obliged. As if her body was out of rubber, she walked along corridors with doors to every side, legs daring to give in with every step. Kid walked behind her, she could feel his eyes on her body.
She stopped in front of the door, hesitant to turn the nob to open it. But Kid took over this part. His big hands grabbed the nob, turned it and opened the door. He pushed her inside and followed her right after. She heard him whistle but didn’t turn to look at him. Two clicks indicated he had closed and locked the door behind him. Now it was only the two of them, alone in her room, her only in her nightgown and underneath it only her panties.
“That’s a nice ass room. Being a princess has its perks, hasn’t it?” he passed her and took a look around her room. His eyes wandered over pictures showing her with her father, some friends and one with her mother when she was young. She expected him to ask about her but he didn’t. He simply didn’t care.
When he was done he walked towards her bed, sitting down in the mattress. His legs spread and his arms crossed in front of his chest. His grin was ever so present on his face and had her look away. “Why did you want to join us?” he asked out of nowhere. “I…I don’t know.” She answered truthfully, still not looking at him. “Bullshit! Did you think I didn’t notice your reaction? When I had my thumb buried in your mouth?” His grin grew even wider. “Did you hope for something more…filling?” he laughed at her shocked expression when she turned to look at him.
“Now is your chance, princess. I can almost smell your pussy from here and believe me she wants me.” He said cockily, way too full of himself. But he was right. Ever since he asked her to see her room she had thought about all the things they could do in there – and none of her thoughts were G-rated. “C’mere.” He demanded.
Slowly, she put one foot in front of the other and made her way over to where he was sitting. She stopped in front of him, her sight set on the floor. Even though she was standing was he almost as tall as her when he was sitting. “Have you ever knelt down in front of anyone else?” he asked. She shook her head no and received a dark chuckle. “Then it’s time you learn how to do it. Get on your knees, princess.” His tone was demanding and left no room for arguing.
With trembling limps, she got down, took her place between his legs. Pleased, he hummed. “That’s a nice sight, princess. You look good on your knees. As if you were made to kneel down.” “Stop saying that.” She whispered, completely embarrassed by his words. Kid laughed out loud at her wish. “But it’s the truth, princess. Now, get down to business.” He demanded but she didn’t follow his order. Kid raised an eyebrow.
“Didn’t you hear me? Go, suck my dick, princess.” He clarified but again she didn’t move. The princess bit her lower lip, seeming like she wanted to say something but too embarrassed to say it out loud. Kid grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. “What is it, princess? Spit it out or get going!” She averted her gaze but after receiving a slight slap to her cheek she answered.
“I….I have never been….intimate….with a man before.” She whispered, barely audible. The captain made a surprised sound but didn’t let go of her chin. “A virgin, huh? That’s rare. But I like it.” With his other hand he opened his pants, freeing his semi-erect member from its restraints. “Don’t worry. I’ll guide you through everything.” His thumb circling his huge mushroom head. The princess took a quick glance at his dick before looking away, cheeks blushed once more.
“You can look. It gets him excited, y’know.” Kid purred. She hesitated for a moment but then looked back at his dick which twitched in response, slowly becoming harder and harder. “Good girl.” He praised. He let go of her chin and instead took one of her wrists between his fingers and guided her hand towards his member. Before she could touch it, she tried pulling back instinctively but his grip was too strong. “Don’t be shy. Touch him.” He encouraged her and simultaneously pulled her hand closer until he wrapped her hand around his dick, his hand covering hers.
She gasped at the touch. It felt warm and…weird, as if it was some kind of animal. But it made her pussy wet at the same time, making her rub her thighs together. “You like how it feels?” he started to move his hand around hers so she was stroking him. He pressed his hand down, showing her how he liked it. Her legs kept rubbing against each other and she didn’t know what to do about her growing wetness.
“Touch yourself, princess.” His demand came out of nowhere. “What?” she asked bus his grin told her she had heard him right. “I said: touch yourself. I can see you want to.” Her cheeks were burning and she couldn’t move. “Have you ever touched yourself?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you haven’t!”
“W-well….n-not really.” God! This must be his lucky day! Fist the treasure and now this!
“Then let me teach you how to do it….Follow my orders, princess.” Her eyes were uncertain but he knew she would obey his orders. She was way too curious.
“Are you wearing panties?” she nodded hesitantly. “Good.” His hand kept holding hers in place, still stroking him.
“Move your hand between your legs and rub your index and middle finger over your panties where your pussy is.” Her hand slowly moved down between her legs and she gasped when she touched herself. “Tell me, are you wet?” his grin was now predatory. He leaned down to be closer to her face. The princess nodded shyly.
“Good. Now move your hands in your panties and feel your cunt. Tell me how it feels.” She followed this order as well and a small moan escaped her lips when she touched herself. “How does it feel?” he demanded to know.
“W-wet….hot.” he grunted at her words, closing his eyes for a moment. “Good girl. Do you feel the little nub?” her fingers glid over said nub and she jerked away a little. “Circle it with your finger.” A whimper escaped her lips and she had to close her eyes at the sensation. She felt how her juice coated her pussy even more, making small sounds while she moved her finger over her clit. Kid squeezed her hand slightly and gasped at the feeling. “Do you feel how you’re getting wetter? Does it feel good, princess?”
“Y-yes.” She moaned. Kid picked up the pace at his dick and her hand between her legs followed his pace.
“Do you think you’re wet enough now? Are you dripping?” his voice filled her head and she could only nod. “Push your finger inside.” The princess opened her eyes and looked at him, stopping for a moment. “B-but what if-“ but he cut her off. “Just do it, princess.” His harsh tone made her whimper and her pussy clenched around nothing. Slowly, she moved over her slit and inserted one finger, making a slightly uncomfortable sound. “Try rubbing your clit.” It was difficult and she had her hand at a slightly awkward angle but managed to circle her clit with her thumb. Her legs opened wider when she started moving her finger in and out, the feeling of herself around her finger was weird and exciting at the same time.
His hand picked up the pace around his shaft once more and her hand followed suit. “When you’re ready put another finger in. Spread them.” “Ah!” another small moan when she entered a second finger, scissoring them and also curling them inside of her, moving them in and out of her pussy. The moans came out more frequently now and she hand to rest her cheek against his thigh, watching their hands pump his dick with hooded eyes. It was so hot, she didn’t know where to put her lust. Kid grunted, his eyes never leaving her frame.
“Such a good, slutty princess. Following a pirate’s orders to please herself.” He praised, making her moan again. She started moving her hips up and down on her finger, her moans getting louder and louder. Kid laughed at her action, licking his lips at the sight. “That’s right, princess. Fuck yourself on your fingers. Ride them like it’s my dick.” Another moan. Her movements became frantic and he knew she was close. It was now or never. He let go of her hand and put his hand on the back of her head. “Open up!”
She had no time to think before he pushed his huge dick inside her mouth, almost choking her. Her eyes were wide open and she tried to get away but he wouldn’t let her. “Breath through your nose, princess. And don’t forget fucking yourself.” The problem was not her breathing – at least not her primary. Her gag-reflex had kicked in and it took all her will power not to puke. Kid started moving her head between his legs, low grunts rumbling thorough his body. “Fuck.” He grunted.
The princess listened to his grunts and it somehow got her distracted from the uncomfortable feeling on her tongue. She also started moving her fingers inside of her again, soon getting back the feeling inside or her that indicated her coming orgasm. She moaned around his dick, entering a third finger. His dick moved in and out of her mouth at the same pace, his mushroom head bumping against the backside of her throat; spit was dripping down her chin, his pre-cum salty on her tongue. With two more pushes of her fingers did she clench around herself, cumming hard and coating her fingers.
Kid stopped his movements a little bit unwillingly when she came but he watched her come down from her (probably) first orgasm. He removed his dick from her mouth and grabbed her chin once more, making her look up at him. “Show me your hand.” He whispered. With a small whimper she pulled out her fingers and slowly raised her hand with shaky limbs. Her fingers were coated in her juice and kid licked his lips, then grabbed her hand and closed his lips around her fingers, sucking on them. His tongue swirled around them, licking up every little bit of her cum.
She could only watch in amazement, brains till a little foggy from her high. When he was down, he let her fingers go with an audible plop. “Slutty princess, making such a mess while masturbating. Dirty, dirty little bitch.” His grin took in almost all of his face, that’s how satisfied he was with her job. But he wasn’t done yet…
“Get naked, princess. The main part is about to start.” He purred. “W-what? But I just…I just-“ “I’m gonna make you come again. You’ll like it since you’re such a little whore.” His words made her clench around nothing once more and she knew he would be true to his word. She got up, legs still shaky but she managed to stand in front of him. Her hands moved over her body, down to the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her head, exposing her breasts, the nipples hard from her arousal. Kid hummed in appreciation and couldn’t help himself but grab her tits in his hands and fondle them quite roughly.
“K-Kid…” she moaned and leaned into his touch. He leaned closer and took one of her nipples between his lips, sucking and biting at it. She threw her head back and had her eyes closed. “P-please….be gentle.” He looked up at her, licking her nipple before grinning again. “Can’t promise that.” He said and dedicated himself to her other nipple while his hand massaged her breast. His rough hands felt incredibly on her skin and the excited feeling between her legs came back.
The pirate noticed and looked down at her still clothed sex. “Take it off. I wanna see all of you, princess.” His voice was coarse from arousal and had her shiver in excitement. Her hands moved to her panties and pulled the, down, exposing her wet sex. Kid licked his lips at the sight and just had to take a lick by leaning forward. She moaned because of the sensitivity but jerked her hips forward, pressing herself closer to his mouth.
“So eager.” He murmured against her clit before teasing it with his tongue a little. The princess was afraid she might lose her balance and fall but Kid Kid wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her up, the other one grabbed the back of her knee and pulled it up to have better access. His mouth now savored her pussy, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh and having her moan above him.
“K-Kid! I-it’s too much!” she whined and moaned at the same time, not knowing if she liked it or hated it. Just in this moment a knock on the door could be heard. Kid grumbled in discontent. “What?” he barked. “When are you done, captain?” he heard Killer’s voice from the other side. “Fuck off. I’m in the middle of eating dessert!” her cheeks turned pink again but she couldn’t think straight when he sucked at her clit once more, making her moan.
They heard a Killer clear his throat on the other side and then his leaving footsteps.
“Naughty princess. Letting him hear you moan.” He teased. Kid pulled away from her sex and threw her on the mattress instead. She looked up at him, body heaving, legs slightly spread, exposing her wet pussy. “Such a nice view.” He complimented. The princess sucked on her lips, knowing what was about to happen. Should she really let a pirate take her virginity? She was promised to the prince, was engaged and about to get married. Should she throw this away? But Kid was already above her, his body like a blanket covering her own. He had lined himself up with her pussy, ready to push in.
“Take a deep breath, princess. This’s gonna hurt.” And with these words he pushed forward, sinking into her wet and hot pussy. A painful scream escaped her mouth and she clawed at his muscular arms, trying to find some support for her pain. But Kid showed no pity and pushed himself in completely. Her whole body was tense and she tried to push the foreign body away but the pirate was too strong. “Relax.” He huffed before he started to move inside of her.
“It hurts!” she pressed out, eyes shut tightly. “Stop whining. It’s gonna feel better soon!” Maybe. He thought to himself and grinned. Now was his turn.” His movements were sharp and hard, his dick moving in and out of her. It was a great feeling, especially since he knew he was the very first to thrust into her. Her face looked tense and he knew she was in pain. She was probably bleeding as well but why should he care? She had her orgasm and he wanted his. Well, maybe he could help her a little.
One of his hands moved down between their legs and started rubbing at her clit, making her jerk against his touch. “Good girl. Keep moving against me.” She whimpered, the pain slowly moved to the back of her mind thanks to his finger in her clit. She bucked her hips against his thrusts, making him grunt and curse with each thrust. He picked up the pace, his hips snapping back and forth at high speed, making it hard for her to keep up with his pace. She moaned, eyes closed and her arms were next to her head after she had let go of his arms. Her body was shuffled over the sheets, her body sweaty from all the feelings inside of her.
With each thrusts she got closer and closer to her next orgasm, her voice hoarse from moaning and screaming. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pushing him closer to her and pressing him deeper inside of her. With a last, loud scream she came around his dick, clenching around his thick meat and making him groan in pleasure.
Breathlessly, she laid underneath him, slowly getting her breath back under control. Kid had stopped moving; he looked down at her, had watched her face twitch in pleasure while she rode his dick through her orgasm. It was really hot; he wouldn’t lie but he wasn’t done yet.
“Little princess cumming around my dick like a whore. What an exciting sight. I like it. But I’m not finished yet. Let’s see if I can make you cum a third time. After all, three’s the lucky charm.”
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Her whole body felt sore; her body was covered in dark bruises left by his mouth, her breasts and lower body was covered in his semen, dripping down onto the sheets. She felt used and dirty but at the same time completely satisfied.
Kid had left a while ago, the castle was silent. Before he left he had praised her for being such an obedient little princess who took in his dick so well. Alone remembering those words made her smile. She knew she would most likely never see him again but that was fine; after all, he taught her how to pleasure herself and that was enough. At least for now. Maybe she would teach her soon to be husband how to pleasure her.
#one piece#op#eustass kid#eustasscaptainkid#captain kid#captain kid x reader#kid x reader#eustass kid x reader#ns.fw#scenario#op scenario#requests
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JATP Fanfic Recs: Multichapter Edition
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'Stupid Cupid, Stop Hitting On Me' by Bluefire510
Juke
Luke, a troublemaker cupid, meets Julie, who is also one of Love HQ's toughest cases to crack.
She claims to have no desire to fall in love.
But Luke is always up for a challenge.
Let's see if he could get Julie to fall for her Perfect Match by next Valentine's Day.... and maybe teach her all about love while he's at it.
*Operation Hashtag Rulie by where_you_go
Reggie/Luke/Julie
“Explain yourselves,” Caleb ground out.
“Uh…it’s not what it looks like?” Reggie tried, wincing.
“Oh really, Reginald? Because it looks like two of my most popular band members from a family-friendly band are fornicating in public!”
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Julie and Reggie get caught up in a PR misunderstanding that leads to them "dating" for a few months. It's not a big deal, or at least it wouldn't be, if Luke would stop acting so weird.
*Unexpected by Phantom_Lover
Luke is determined to breeze through his senior year and onto mega stardom (which means avoiding school, and Principal Lessa, as much as possible). That is until he's forced to work side-by-side with quiet good-girl, Julie Molina, on the big end-of-the-year talent show. The two struggle to see eye to eye, and meeting the all-important deadline seems impossible until something unexpected happens between them.
keys to the cage (and the devil to pay) by HearJessRoar
Juke, Willex
Julie Molina has always thought it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate.
Unfortunately, she's right.
"Julie, Julie Patterson, I'm a maid here in the governor's household," she bluffs. And she wishes that Luke's name hadn't been the first that she'd come up with, because the long-haired pirate's eyebrows raise immediately.
"Luke got married?" he says, sounding oddly betrayed.
His blonde companion looks equally gutted. "He didn't even tell us."
Piss Off Your Parents (Date Me To Scare Them) by TheNameIsBritney
Willex
Alex Mercer doesn't want to go home for Christmas; but if he has to, he's certainly gonna raise a little hell. Enter: Willie, the cute guy in his history of English class who would be the perfect fake boyfriend candidate.
So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you're all grown up. If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you're in luck.
*i'll hold your music (here inside my hands) by musicals_musicals
"Your soulmate must love music just like you do”
Julie is 3 years old, enthusiastically playing a small plastic piano, the first time she sees her string.
It makes sense that music would connect her to her soulmate.
or
How Julie finds her way back to music, joins a band, falls in love, and meets Luke Patterson (not necessarily in that order)
*a masterpiece in motion, more beautiful every day by fairylightsandrainydays
Willex, Juke
Alex Mercer is a merboy with a fascination for the human world. Willie is a prince who he saves from a storm. And Caleb Covington is the sea witch who is going to make Alex's dream come true.
So long as Caleb gets what he wants.
*days go by and seasons change (lets try again next winter) by itsagamefortwo
Juke
julie's ready for a year away from home, studying and trying to re-find the magic in music. luke's about to start on a summer tour around europe opening for a band. they meet one night, sparks fly and emotions run high. now they've just got to try and see if they can maintain a long distance friendship.
Who Could Deny These Butterflies? by xxPrettyLittleTimeBombxx
Juke
“I know this is going to sound kinda crazy…but, could you maybe pretend to be in love with me for a few minutes?”
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When Julie Molina approaches Luke Patterson at a bar and asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend, she never expects to find herself in a position where she and Luke have to keep up the ruse for longer than five minutes. Figures that out of all of the strangers she could have approached that night, she’d gone and picked the one guy who just so happens to be in a rock band that’s on the brink of blowing up.
*relight that spark by @ruzek-halstead
Juke
julie molina has had nothing but a tough life. after losing both her parents early on, she was left in the care of her step-monster karen and her two step-daughters. while working at her late father's diner, completing household duties and being at karen's beck and call at all hours, julie was well on her way to getting accepted into the college of her dreams and having enough money to move out.
and then one day she received a text message from an unknown number. it started out innocent, crossed wires based on a flyer she put up three years ago.
this is the story of julie molina and her prince charming, and everything in between.
i never saw you coming (and i'll never be the same) by ruzekhalstead (@ruzek-halstead)
Juke
julie molina, a new student to uc berkeley, secures a job at a tiny, run-down grocery store, where she meets a group of people who inadvertently become some of the most important people in her life.
there's nothing like suffering in the workplace with your co-workers to solidify a bond.
a look into julie's life in a brand new city, as told by the customer service experience throughout the months.
an oddly specific grocery store au that no one asked for but i'm writing anyway to satisfy my brain
*Love Drunk by captainkippen
Juke
Thirty-two missed calls. Fifty-eight texts waiting. Over one hundred various social media notifications. A deep sense of foreboding took over. Julie swallowed. Slowly, she lifted the phone back to her ear.
"Flynn… what happened last night?"
After a night out in Vegas, Julie and Luke wake up to find themselves married. Hijinks ensue.
*So that's how it happens by echocharm (@echocharm17618)
Juke
But it had to be today. Julie had this crazy feeling in her stomach. Not nervous butterflies. More like fireflies that were trying to zap her (Do fireflies electrocute people? She should google that). It felt like that moment her parents spoke about all the time. The day they met. And when they first spoke to each other. Her mom always says that an intense zap went through her whole body.
Are you new or nervous? Julie has been waiting a (short)lifetime to hear those words be said to her.
She walked down a few more steps in the auditorium and found a spot. It was one of the few seats left in the room that wasn’t all the way up in the back. She sat down and settled into the uncomfortable, hard, plastic chair and took a deep shaky breath. The prof was nowhere to be seen. But there was a cute boy in the seat next to her. He had sort of long brown hair that was covered with a grey toque. And he was wearing a cut off t-shirt and you could see his very nice arms. Julie’s breathing was still shaky, and his attractiveness wasn’t helping the situation.
*we're too young to know things like love by Ephemeral_Joy
(@lydias--stiles)
Juke
The various ways and situations people notice the connection between Julie and Luke, whether that be a close friend or a complete stranger.
(started as a 5+1 fic and then i kind of went rogue. oops.)
*and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right (can i try again?) by Ephemeral_Joy (@lydias--stiles)
Juke
Some things just can't be fixed with a song.
(Julie and Luke break up.)
*The Infamous Tale of Luke and Julie's Grand Trip Across America by Ephemeral_Joy (@lydias--stiles)
Juke
In any normal situation, Luke wouldn't let this random girl hitchhike with him across America.
Then again, he wasn't normal. And neither was she.
(or: the roadtrip!au no one asked for)
*We Found Wonderland by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK (@pink-flame)
At the end of season one Julie isn’t able to save the boys and they are jolted out of existence. But what if there was another way? Julie finds herself back in 1995 with a chance to stop the boys of Sunset Curve from ever dying at all. But will she be able to find her way home afterwards? Will she want to? Or has Alice really gone down the rabbit hole this time...
A Moment of Quiet Conversation by JackONeillisTheMan
Juke
Julie and Luke talk about how he was the one who introduced her to rock. Then just fluff, more and more fluff.
*Feels like I've opened my eyes again by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK (@pink-flame)
Juke
After the whirlwind her life has been since the boys showed up it’s not that surprising that Julie would be a little tired. But is it normal that she’s more exhausted than she’s ever been? With Nick acting weird, Alex and Reggie both wrapped up in their own problems and her relationship with Luke still a big question mark, she has her work cut out for her if she’s looking to sit back and relax.
Basically my ideas and speculation about what season 2 might hold, or at least some of the things I would like to see.
find the strength, find the melody by sunset_phantom
Juke
An AU in which the boys are alive, Julie has been kicked out of her music program, and she somehow ends up falling in love with Luke in three days while he simultaneously brings her back to her first love of all: music.
after silence, wake me up by Vargynja
Juke
Julie hasn't been able to make music after her mother's death. She lives in New York working as an assistant for Luke, working hard to move forward in her career.
Luke finds out he's about to be deported back to Canada. A panicked lie leads them to fake a relationship to get married so he can stay in the country. Despite working together for two years they aren't close but a trip to Alaska to visit Julie's family might change that
Based on the premise of The Proposal (2009)
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the prince and the commoner
Genre: slight angst then fluff
A Kei tsukishima x reader
Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.
(masterlist is under navigation!)
a/n: can you guess where I based my title? Hehe- requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Thank you!
@tsukkiboii hope you enjoy it!
The prince was known across the land as the handsome heir to the throne. His brother, Akiteru ruled with grace and kindness and a lot of people expected the same traits when they met the second son.
And boy were they wrong.
Prince Kei wasn't anything like his brother at all. He talked back with a venomous smirk. His words pierced would pierce your heart in all the wrong ways. His stare froze you on the spot, butterflies dying in your stomach. He was known for being ruthless, heartless.
cold.
"you need to get out there! See the world, meet your princess!" said Akiteru who stood by the long table in the war council room. He seemed to be looking at the big map to see the other kingdoms and the villages surrounding the castle.
"it's just love. It's unnecessary." Tsukishima answered, rolling his eyes and picking up a small town square, signifying a village. Akiteru chuckled before patting his brother's shoulder before leaving without him. Tsukishima grumbled before following him out.
He got to the main foyer to see his friend, Yamaguchi, a prince from the neighboring kingdom. He walked over, posture straight, stiff. Yamaguchi smiled at him warmly before resting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him down. Tsukishima grumbled in annoyance.
Yamaguchi chuckled "tsukki~ we should go out! See the town!" he suggested, bouncing on the balls of his shoes.
The cold prince sighed before looking away from his friend. "why should I go with you?" tsukishima asked, arms crossed.
"oh come on baby bro~ get out there!" Akiteru came up from behind and shoved him out of the front doors. Kei cursed under his breath. Yamaguchi took this opportunity to take his hand and led him into the stables, where they were saddled up and ready to go down the hill and into the village.
"yachi and I went out on a nice stroll around the castle!" yamaguchi retold the story, pink spread to the tips of his ears. Tsukishima rolled his eyes. Jesus, even his best friend was in love. Love is just something they want. You can live without love.
You enter the marketplace where most of the townsfolk gave way to the two steeds to pass. Yamaguchi continued telling his best friend about new adventures he experienced with the blonde princess. The two princes weren't looking where they were going when somebody yelled. Tsukishima looked on the road to see you, a normal maiden, picking up some newspapers in the middle of the cobblestone road. You didn't even get a chance to scream when you saw the horses barreling towards you.
Tsukishima acted as quickly as he could. He jumped down his horse and pulled it by the reigns, pulling his horse off of the road and guiding it to a stop. Yamaguchi thankfully stopped his just at the nick of time. The cold prince pet the stallion before turning to you with one of his icy glares. Yamaguchi panicked, about to get off of his saddle and apologize for his friend's behavior when he saw you standing tall, arms crossed, glaring back with the same coldness.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going pipsqueak." tsukishima berated. It didn't seem to have to effect on you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him before picking up the last piece of the morning's paper.
"maybe if you didn't chit-chat with prince smiles over here then you would've been watching the road like a normal prince would be trained to do." you talked back, storming off, away from the scene.
Yamaguchi frowned, walking towards his best friend. He was about to ask if he was okay and if he should get the guards but what he saw was a very rare sight.
Tsukishima was blushing.
Granted, he was trying not to show any trace of it.
Without a word, he got back up on his horse and started to trudge back up into the hill. Yamaguchi scrambled up to his steed and followed after him.
That night, the tsukishima's and yamaguchi's decided to dine together in the royal hall, eating and chit-chatting. Kei took his goblet and chugged it. He needed to clear his head. Was he going to do this in front of yamguchi's parents?
"I found someone I would like to court," he said, looking over everyone so nonchalantly. Akiteru bounced out of his seat in excitement. He tried to pounce on his brother to no avail, kei dodging effortlessly.
Yamaguchi smiled supportively. He kind of knew who he was mentioning. He was there with him when they looked for their identity. His father, the king, looked at his son's best friend in curiosity.
"is it a prince? Princess? Dutchess? Dutch?" akiteru guessed. He was bouncing all over the place, trying to see if his hunches were right. Tsukki gestured over to the butler, the butler handed him a piece of paper. The prince places it on the table. Akiteru snatched it up and read through, his grin never wavering.
"(y/n) (l/n) the wonderful maiden in the village. She looks divine!" Akiteru said, handing the paper to the king. He scoffed, looking at the paper before slamming it down on the table.
"a prince shouldn't be with a mere commoner Kei. You know that." the king said, his voice was deep. He was trying to intimidate him but it gave the opposite effect.
Tsukishima chuckled darkly, before standing up so they could see eye-to-eye. "I like her. Love is supposed to be chosen. Not forced upon because of your stature. I don't care if she isn't a princess. She's the only one who treated me like an actual person and not like a shard of ice or a diamond. If you don't like it, you're free to leave." Kei said, his eyes were clouded in anger. No one has seen him this serious before.
The king clenched his fist before storming out. Yamaguchi stood up and bowed before his friends apologetically. "I'm sorry, on behalf of my father. He didn't mean to offend you tsukki." he said, looking back up to the two brothers. Akiteru patted his head pitifully.
"it's okay yamaguchi. That was his opinion. We're here to support tsukki! Whatever it takes!" Akiteru said happily, pulling the two of them into a side hug.
And this time, tsukki let it happen.
"she's here!"
What?
Tsukishima jolted out of bed, hearing his brother screaming from the foyer. Passing by the windows, he could tell it was just the early hours of dawn. He gets there to see his brother talking happily to a confused you.
You thought you were in trouble, guards knocking on your front door hours before you usually wake up. They told you that they were there to escort you to the castle. Was it because you talked to the prince in such a horrid manner yesterday?
You were taken to meet king Akiteru who greeted you with open arms. He seemed excited about something. You just couldn't put your finger on it. You see something move in your peripheral. You see the prince dressed in his most simple coattails. He seemed to be dressed in a hurry.
"you invited her?"
"I wanted to meet the woman you want to court-"
"wait a minute!" you cut their arguing off. They both looked at you. You swore you see tsukki's ears grow pink. Akiteru gave you his most charming smile, taking your hand then leading you in front of his brother who hesitantly took your hand from the king.
"my brother here," Akiteru started, a knowing smirk on his face. "he wanted to get to know you better and apologize for the… horse incident." he finished, chuckling to himself.
"you wanna get to know… me?"
"of course pipsqueak. I-I would love to get to know you," tsukki said, glancing at his beaming brother a couple of times before bending down to kiss your hand.
You smirked before curtsying. "I would be honored, prince… know-it-all."
"oh, you did not-"
This was all over the place- hope you aren't disappointed taru- my friend and I had a lot of fun brainstorming these tho- I might make a part 2 if I'm hooked- would you guys want one too? Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my ask box! I love you guys 💕❤️💖
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Dear to the Heart
This was a secret santa gift for the wonderful @elliemehl and she said I could post it. So! Please enjoy some soft mochi.
Warning: mild angst.
Fluff.
under the cut because it’s a litte long.
Being able to peek into the future was a gift most people would kill for, and it was a skill Katakuri had honed for many years; yet now he was almost reluctant to use it. Every dawn he woke feeling a piece of him was missing, every day he cursed those painful words. And every night, he thought of how he missed her curled up in his arms.
But it was the right thing to do.
-3 years earlier-
“What do you mean?” she asked, tears already threatening to spill from her eyes as she looked up at him. Katakuri reached with his giant hand to carefully wipe the tears away.
“You have to leave.” he replied sternly, “for your own safety.” He moved away from her to sit behind his desk, knowing that if he stayed close he would want to hold her and never let go. “You have yet to pay your soul tax – you cannot stay. I have already prepared a ship and residence for you out of Mama’s territory.” It was a battle to remain impervious to her tears.
“I don’t- I don’t want to go.” Her voice cracked as she struggled to string a sentence together.
“You will leave,” he said with his usual cold tone and not the softer tone he used with her, “Go now while Mama is too busy planning another wedding to notice a ship slip out of the area.”
Clutching her shirt tightly, she swallowed back more tears and smiled at him. It pained him so much to see how her smile quivered every second it was upon her beautiful face. “Goodbye Katakuri...I love you..” she sniffled and hurried out of his office, breaking into sobs.
Katakuri balled his hands into tight fists and tried to calm his own frantic emotions.
As do I. One day when it is safer I will come for you.
-Present Day-
Another day had rolled by and he found himself in the Seducing Woods, home to his sister Brulee. He used to walk here with his beloved, she loved this eerily spooky forest and Brulee had been overjoyed to know her dear brother had finally found someone special; she always made sure the forest homies kept their eyes closed when Katakuri came here, giving him some privacy from prying eyes. “Kata! My sweetest mochi!” He could almost hear her sweet voice in his ears, almost feel her beside him holding his large hand in her far smaller one.
He sat down by the lake hidden away by the trees in the centre of the forest and reached into his waistcoat pocket to pull out a delicate silver locket which he carefully opened. His bright pink eyes softened as they gazed upon her sweet face; running a thumb over the portrait he wanted nothing more than to have her here in his arms.
So many times he was tempted to use his future sight to see what her future held but he was scared. What if her future wasn’t with him? What if she had found another?
But the gifts he had sent her had been delivered – unless she was selling them? So many unanswered questions that stabbed at his heart like knives.
He remembered their first kiss in this very forest on a full moon when she tumbled into the river.
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Katakuri had been so focused on making sure no one was around that he had failed to even consider that she might slip by accident. She slipped and Katakuri had moved to grab her but instead her hand had clutched at his thick scarf pulling it clean over his head and into the cold lake. He remembered the shock as he stood with his hand still outstretched like a stunned deer. It had all happened so fast and now she would surface and see his hideous face. It took a lot to make Katakuri jump but when she surfaced taking a gasp of air, he felt his body jolt slightly, and he watched her as she shook the water from her hair.
“I am so sorry, Kata..kuri..” She looked up at him, holding his scarf which had probably soaked up plenty of water. She was staring and Katakuri moved to cover his face, backing away from the water's edge and turning around. “Katakuri, wait!” she called frantically, and he heard the sound of his scarf slopping onto the ground as she clambered out of the water.
A gentle hand came to rest on his forearm. “Katakuri?” She hesitated. “I know you’ve always hidden your face and I understand if you do not wish to show me but I want you to know that I love you. I love every aspect of you. Everything about you fills my heart – you’re so strong and unyielding, and so gentle and caring, so loyal and understanding of others with or without your future sight. Please know that there is nothing in this world that would change how I feel about you. I shall say it over and over - I love you, Charlotte Katakuri, and always will.”
Swallowing his uncertainty he turned back to her, a gloved hand still covering his face as he knelt down to breach their difference in height No battle he had fought could compare to the anxiety thudding in his chest. What if her words were hollow and would shatter the moment she glimpsed at his face properly?
Gingerly she touched his hand, gazing into his eyes to seek his permission. At a slight nod of his head she guided his arm to his side, leaving him defenseless to her judgement.
He turned his eyes away, unable to bear the sight of the disgust that probably lingered in her eyes, but warm hands came to cup his face as though he were made out of the most delicate of meringues. Her soft fingers traced his facial features: the long scar that spread from his lips and his huge teeth. “How handsome,” she said, after what felt like an eternity of silence. He finally looked back at her and was shocked: she was smiling at him so gently, not a trace of fear in her beautiful eyes. Her fingers ran through his short spiky hair and guided his head to her chest so she could plant a kiss into his hair “I am glad you showed me your face and I stand true by my words. I love you.”
Katakuri closed his eyes in relief. His whole body eased into hers, savouring this foreign gentle touch, and he raised his hands to wrap around her body, holding her close. He might be one of the sweet commanders and most feared people on Totto Island but right now he felt like a normal man being loved by his sweetheart.
“Katakuri?” she asked hesitantly, “could we...could we kiss? Or maybe..is it too soon?” she stammered out as though she had just proposed the most illicit action ever. Katakuri peered up from her chest to see her cheeks tinted red. The butterflies swirling around his stomach made him feel like a young man again, when he had missed out on these feelings. People were so scared of him that none dared approach him and now here he was pondering his first kiss with someone he loved dearly. He nodded and the look of excitement mixed with nervousness in her eyes.
Katakuri allowed her to take the lead - he was no expert at romance, all this completely new to him. Cradling his face still, she closed the gap between them to plant little kisses all over his face before placing the softest kiss on his lips. The moon had been shining down upon them like the lovers in a melodramatic play: it was a moment he could never forget.
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Katakuri looked up at the sky where another full moon cast down its cold rays upon him. Another act without its leading lady. How many years do I have left on this earth?. He was in his forties now and still he felt incomplete. How many years had he wasted without her by his side? Despite his status and branding as a pirate all he wanted was to live out his days with her, perhaps have a family of his own, or maybe just pets, whatever she wanted as long as she was by his side. Snapping the lid closed with a quiet click, he pocketed the locket and finally headed home. Though is it really a home without her?
One of the servants greeted him urgently as he entered his home. “Sir, you have a visitor.” Tensing as Katakuri glanced down at him sternly.
“This late?” he questioned flatly, he was tired and had no intention of pandering to some uncalled for guest. “Send them away.” He headed toward the living room only to have the servant give chase trying to keep up with Katakuri’s much longer stride.
“Sir. They came earlier and insisted they wait for you.” Katakuri stopped in his tracks and grumbled, running a hand over his short spiky hair, “They have a seal of the Charlotte family. I thought you would be angry if I sent them away-” Sighing in defeat, Katakuri turned on his heels marching towards the far end of the hallway, his spurs clinking on the well polished marble floor.
As he headed through the hall his chest tightened that the sight of a familiar form sitting in the grand main hall. No. It can’t be ….
He must remain resolute in his decision and send her away again. With long strides he walked past her, not even sparing her a glance.
“Will you not even look at me?” she asked. He stole a quick glimpse over his shoulder; she was standing, clutching her coat nervously the same way as the day she left, though now her eyes watched him sternly.
“We will talk in my office,” he said coolly and marched off to his office, her soft footsteps following behind. He took his spot behind his desk, leaning back in his large chair to maintain his aloof persona. Folding his arms around his wide tattooed chest, “Why-” he began.
“I came back for you,” she interrupted determinedly, “I need to be beside you, Katakuri. I’m ready to face Big Mom with you. I want to spend the rest of my days with you.” She studied him carefully, making sure her eyes never left his.
“I assumed you have moved on.” he admitted quietly. Looking away shamefully. Why would she want to come back?
“You thought I had found someone else?” she asked in surprise.
“Why did you come back.” His question was cold and abrupt but after how he sent her away, he needed to know.
“Brulee explained everything to me. I know why you sent me away.” She explained, smiled softly, walking around the desk to stand beside him and reached for his scarf. He tensed but then closed his eyes, allowing her to pull the heavy fur scarf over his head. Her soft hands grazed his face, turning it towards her “How I have missed your handsome face.” she cooed, leaning in to gently pepper his face in light airy kisses “How could I have loved anyone else knowing that my sweet donut was here all alone?”
Closing his eyes, Katakuri allowed her to continue to shower him in kisses. This..this is just like that night. A smile tugged at his lips and carefully he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him. How he had missed her touch, her scent, her warmth.
“Forgive me,” he mumbled into her chest “I sent you away thinking it was for the best and never thought about how you would feel. I wanted to keep you safe from all this.” he felt her face nuzzle his hair gently which spurred him to carry on talking “Thank you..Thank you for coming back to me. Not a day passed where you weren’t at the forefront of my mind.”
“I missed you Katakuri.” she said, trailing her fingers in little circles over the back of his neck.
“We’ll conquer this future together,” he said, his voice barely audible. He looked up at her and saw that joyous sparkle of happiness in her eyes.
“Forever and always, my sweet,” and she sealed her words with a tender kiss to his lips.
It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders: Katakuri felt whole again. Complete. Nothing would ever separate them again, not even the will of his own mother.
#pumpkin writes#Gifts for Friends#Charlotte Katakuri#katakuri x reader#one piece#fluff#mild angst#first kisses#SOFT MOCHI MAN
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Could This Be Us?
This is my work for @csjanuaryjoy this is my first year taking part and I’m excited to share with you all! I’ve made it my goal to write more this year and this seemed like the best way to do that goal! This is just a cute fluff missing scene that I hope brings you joy!
Also on A03
Summary: set in the few weeks before 4b when everything was clam, Emma and Killian agree to babysit Neal and Emma slowly begins to let down her walls and Killian becomes vulnerable. Pure fluff. Babysitting adventures.
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Emma was happy. The Snow Queen was gone and Gold was banished to the real world. There was nothing and nobody that could hurt them anymore. They could begin their normal life, well as normal as a town filled with fairytale characters could be. Her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming and her boyfriend was Captain Hook, so it was a little crazy, but for the first time in her life, Emma was truly happy.
She goes downstairs to see her parents cooing over her baby brother. Again, still weird that she was 30 and the same age as her parents, and had a newborn baby brother. Even weirder that he was named after her dead ex boyfriend, but his death did allow them to defeat Zelena. And she couldn’t tell them the horrible things Neal did to her, it would only ruin their sense of hope and belief that everyone could be a hero.
“Morning Kid, want me to drive you to school?” Emma asks her son, as she pours her coffee.
Henry spent 4 days at the Apartment Lot with Emma and his grandparents, and the other 3 days at Regina’s. It was their best attempt at normality, and Henry seemed to like spending time with David, dropping not so subtle hints that he wanted to take up sword fighting lessons.
“It’s okay Mom. I think I’ll walk, Ivy is meeting me early as we’ve got our science project due today so we need to go over everything.” He tells her. He was getting pretty friendly to this Ivy girl, Emma was sure he had his first crush, but wouldn’t say anything in case she ruined anything.
Checking the time and realises she’s late, she takes a final sip of her coffee before saying, “I’ve gotta go. Killian’s helping out at the station today and I’m meeting him at Granny’s for breakfast.” It had become a weekly tradition to meet Killian for breakfast, she was getting him to try everything on the menu, and this week was Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup.
“Wait, Emma before you leave.” David says, picking up Neal from his crib. “We wanted to know if you and Hook would babysit tonight. We haven’t had a night to ourselves in a while.”
Emma smiles, “We would love to. And since when do you approve of Hook babysitting? Does this mean you like him now?”
David rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile from his face. Truth is he was warming to the fact that a pirate was dating his daughter, he was a good guy, he cared for Emma and he was proving day by day that he wasn’t the man he was years ago. “He’s still a pirate dating my daughter, so he’s under careful supervision. But if he makes you happy I’m not standing in your way.”
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“Morning love.” Killian waits for Emma outside the lot, which he really didn’t have to do seeing as he lives in the room he rents at Granny’s.
She gives him a quick kiss, and takes his hand as they start walking. “So my parents have asked us to babysit my brother tonight. I told them we would, I hope that’s okay.”
Killian gives Emma a worried look. “Just so you know Swan, I know nothing about babies, I’m not so sure how helpful I can be.”
Emma smiles at her boyfriend, he could’ve easily said no, but he didn’t. “That’s okay. I didn’t raise Henry, I also don’t know the first thing about babies, so it’ll be an adventure for both of us.”
Killian was so lucky. He truly was the luckiest man in the universe. He never imagined Emma would be with him in the way that she is. He also never imagine he would help look after her baby brother with her. If Liam could see him now, he hoped he would be proud.
They walk into Granny’s hand and hand and sit down in the booth. Emma orders them both Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, and waits patiently to see what he thinks of them. She shows him that he has to cut into the fluffy circle stack and pour the syrup all over them, the more syrup the better.
His eyes go wide as he chews and realises it’s delicious. “It’s so sweet. This is breakfast food?”
Emma laughs as she digs into her plate. “Oh yeah it’s breakfast all right. I don’t know what you eat for breakfast in the Enchanted Forest but we have many sweet options in this world.”
“Much better than the things I was eating whilst at sea.” He says as he pours even more syrup onto the pancakes.
“And what was that, Rum and more Rum?” She teases as she takes a bite off her plate.
“Ha-Ha Swan. Contrary to your belief, I did eat actual food as a pirate. Not nearly as sweet as this though, it consisted of dried fruits and nuts, then once we docked into port, we were able to have bread and other fresh pastry delicacies.” He chooses to leave out that in Neverland his diet did consist mainly of Rum and non poisonous fruit from the Island.
Emma smiles. This is what happiness looks like. Watching her pirate boyfriend eating Pancakes for the first time. She could get used to it.
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That night, Killian comes over around 6. Her parents had decided to go to a restaurant in town that wasn’t Granny’s, but after constant reminding that Emma had their number to call should anything go wrong. Not that it would. Hopefully.
Emma’s donned her leather jacket for some comfy clothes, leggings and an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun. Not her usual sheriff, or saviour look. Killian however is still in his modern leather jacket and jeans, not quite understanding that babysitting would be much easier in comfy clothes.
“Here, put these on.” She tosses him a pair of David’s clothes, sweatpants and a grey t-shirt, hopefully her dad won’t mind, he did say he was liking Hook more and more every day.
“Swan, the clothes in your world are utterly ridiculous.” He says as comes out of the bathroom, looking a lot less like a pirate, and more like a man.
Emma smiles, she had to say he looked good in sweatpants. “Trust me if Neal pukes all over you, it’s a lot easier to get it out of an old t shirt that it would out of leather.”
Killian looked vulnerable. For the first time really. She’d seen him in a lot less clothing before, but she never noticed how vulnerable it makes him look. Underneath all the leather, was a man who had been broken before.
He looks down at his Hook, “do you want me to take this off?”
Emma immediately tells him no. “I don’t see why you should. It’s a part of you, and he’s gonna have to get used to it.”
Killian smiles, the little prince will have to get used to it. Because he’s not going anywhere, he’s sticking around. He will never leave Emma like all those before.
“So where is the Little Prince then?” He asks.
Emma leads him over to the crib in the corner of the room, “Do you want to hold him?”
Emma trusts him. Wholeheartedly. So he agrees to hold the baby.
Neal fusses at first in Killians arms, but he fusses with everyone. He just needs to get used to it.
“Am I doing it okay Swan?” Killian asks as he fusses, but he isn't crying which is a good thing.
“You're doing great.” Emma smiles at him. This was a rare sight, Captain Hook in sweatpants holding a baby. Emma was getting butterflies in her stomach looking at it. She and Killian had been together for a few months now but she could already see a future with him. Being with him was so different than it ever was with Neal, even Walsh, despite it being all fake, was so different to Killian. He never tried to shower her with gifts or presents or big romantic gestures like Walsh. Killian was just there, by her side. And that's all she wanted.
“I think the Little Prince likes me.” Kilian beams as Neal starts laughing at the faces Killian was pulling.
It was scary. Emma was sure she was in love with him. She just couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud. Because as soon as she said them, things would change between them and it would become real. When she told Neal she loved him, he left her. Killian wouldn't leave, she knows that. But it still scares her.
“Oh no. No. Swan. What’s happening, why is the little lad crying?” Killian asks frantically, starting to panic that he was doing something wrong.
“He’s hungry,” Emma tells him, grabbing his bottle from the counter. “This should be warm enough by now.”
Killian takes the bottle and gets Neal to drink.
“You gotta make sure you’re holding his head, it’s sensitive at this age.” Emma says making his arm support her brother's head.
“You’re good at this you know.” He says as she helps him. “How is it you know all this?”
“Just watching my mom do it really. Also, my cursed memories of me raising Henry. Even though it didn’t happen, I remember learning everything from the books. I remember staying up all night when he cried, and learning how to be a mother at barely 18.” She decided to confide in him, she’s never told anyone about her cursed memories, or about her time in prison, but she feels like she can confide in him, tell him anything without being judged.
“I was 17 when I gave birth, cursed or not, I turned 18 a month later and a few weeks after that I was released from prison. It wasn’t my finest moment, but in my cursed memories I had Henry to keep me going. When I woke up and got my memories back, it made me wish I never gave him up. Because those 12 years were the best 12 years of my life.”
It feels good to open up. She’s letting him in slowly, but it feels nice. He doesn’t pry, he doesn’t ask too many questions, he just listens to her.
“After our father abandoned us, Liam practically raised me. I felt empty and hurt, but Liam, he was there even in my darkest days. The best years of my life was when we were in the Navy together, before it all went wrong.”
They were two halves of the same coin, both abandoned and lost everyone they ever cared about. But together they were healing, both themselves and each other.
“I think he likes you!” Emma says wiping her tears away as Neal becomes fascinated with Killian's Hook.
Killian looks down at the little prince in his arms to see him trying to grab his Hook with his tiny little fingers. “Everyone likes me Swan. I’m not surprised your brother does too.”
“I didn’t like you at first.” Emma teases.
“Aye but my charming wits and looks won you over eventually.” He teases back, causing the smile that he loves to see.
It would be so easy in this moment to say the three words. Killian knew it the moment she kissed him back in Neverland, and in the missing year he realised how much he loved her when he thought he’d never see her again. But he knows better. If he said the words right now, it would cause a rift, and maybe cause her to run. So he doesn’t, he will wait for her to say the words first. He’ll wait forever to hear her say it, it doesn’t matter. As long as they’re together.
“I think I’m getting the hang of it Swan!” He speaks too soon as he begins to rock the little prince to sleep, he decides to bring up the contents of his tiny stomach all over Killian.
Emma tries not to laugh, but she can’t help it as laughter fills the lot.
She takes Neal from Killian so he can clean the sick off his shirt, “told you this would be a better idea, imagine trying to get that off your leather vest. There's another one of David shirts on top of the dryer, you can put the dirty shirt in the basket with the other dirty laundry.”
Looking after her baby brother with her 300 year old boyfriend is honestly not even the weirdest thing about her life at the moment. But it’s something that she never thought she would be doing, she was 17 when she gave Henry up and she thought she would never want kids, or even be ready after that. But just seeing how good Killian was with her brother, it got her thinking could she want this life? It wasn’t off the table. A baby with her hair and Killians eyes. Maybe one day.
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“He won’t stop crying. Why won’t he stop crying?” Emma cries. They had been trying to settle him for almost an hour now and she’s getting tired. If this was a recurring thing then maybe having a baby of her own wasn’t something she wanted. Especially as it was barely 8.30.
“What else can we try?” Killian asks with Neal in his arms trying to send him to sleep by rocking him slowly.
“I don’t suppose you know a lullaby?” Emma asks, half joking, not really expecting him to.
Except he starts to sing, or hum a melody. It’s quiet enough that she can’t hear the lyrics properly, but Neal seems to like it. So much so that it stirs him off to sleep.
Emma’s really impressed. “That doesn’t sound like a sea shanty. Since when does Captain Hook know a lullaby?”
“My mother used to sing it to me and Liam. Before she died that is.” He tells her, putting Neal down slowly into his crib.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don't be, love. It was a long time ago.”
“Can you tell me about her?” She asks.
“I was 5 when she died, Liam was 8. I don’t remember much about her, Liam probably remembers more. But I know she was tough, she wouldn’t have taken my fathers bullshit. She used to sing that to Liam and I every night before we went to sleep. I sang it to myself sometimes on the Jolly in Neverland after Liam died. It comforted me.” He brushes it off as if it’s nothing, similar to how Emma talks about her past. She takes his hand and interweines their fingers as she leads them back to the couch.
“I like hearing stories about your past. About your pre-pirate days. Reminds me you weren’t always cursed.”
She wraps her fingers around his Hook, she’s never been afraid of it. Or afraid of the man attached to the Hook. She can’t help but imagine one day a baby with her hair and his eyes fiddling with his Hook the way her brother did tonight. And that’s scary.
Emma has a way of seeing the good in him, despite his cruel actions she sees beyond it, sees the pain it’s caused him in the past few years as he attempts to better himself. “I certainly was cursed with bad luck but sadly my actions were of my own accord. But I’ll tell you one story of the time Liam and I got caught in a storm at sea. Liam was a Lieutenant at that point and wanted to prove he could handle it, the stubborn arse.”
And so he tells her stories of his time in the Navy. He tells her anything she wants to hear, and he realises this is the first time anyone has really asked about Liam, or his past. The women he spent the night with back in the Enchanted Forest, well they never did much talking. And with Milah, she was focused on forgetting her past so didn’t care much to ask about his.
“I wish you could’ve met him. He would’ve loved you.” It’s nice, speaking about Liam, telling her the stories he hasn’t really ever told anyone-or thought about in centuries.
Snow and Charming return a few hours later, to find their daughter and Hook asleep on the couch, Emma’s head resting on the Pirates chest. Snow smiles at the sight, and even David isn’t appalled at the sight either, appreciating that his daughter is happy. Snow grabs a blanket and covers the two of them.
“Is that my shirt?” David whisper screams at his wife seeing the pirate wearing his clothes.
#cs January joy 2021#csjj 2021#captain swan#killian jones#Emma swan#cs ff#captain swan fanfic#my writing
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Down With The Ship | FINALE
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader
Summary: Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall.
Genre: Pirate!au
Warnings: Angst, some fluffy stuff, panic attacks, blood
Rating: T for Teens
A/N: Alexa, play Roslyn by Bon Iver and St. Vincent. aaaaaaand that’s a wrap! I’m honestly in love with this series and kind of want to make some spin offs, but I need to focus on like...my big series now XD
Thanks for sticking around!
Word Count: 8k Words
Other: Masterlist
Previous
Up with your turret
Aren't we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry
From what you won't ever find
Him had a face. Him had a name. Eun-kyung haunted your dreams. The deep blue of his irises visited you at night and his soft hands touched your waist, your arms, and legs. The most innocent of touches giving you the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach.
You were broken out of your trance by a hand waving in front of your face. You blinked, startled.
“Oh, sorry.” You murmured, brushing back a strand of hair as you met the gaze of the frowning captain.
“Are you sick? Tired?” The genuine concern that tinged his voice was new to you.
You smiled softly and shook your head, turning back to sketching out the map before you. It was so nice above deck where you and Jungkook sat on the planks. He dictated anything interesting he saw and you sketched the coastline.
“I’m alright, Jungk-Captain.”
He paused, looking at you for a moment. Then he turned back to observing the land mass ahead. “You can call me Jungkook. I don’t mind.”
His words made you smile a little and you didn’t know how his heart quickened when you smiled.
“I see a large mountain in the distance. It seems to be of cold climate.”
“That explains the wind.” You rubbed at the pinkened end of your nose. He noticed you shivering and, in an action that surprised both you and him, he shrugged off his coat and handed it to you.
“Stay warm, Y/N. And head inside soon before you catch a cold.” He then wandered back below deck without another word.
You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. His mouth moved around it harshly, like a command, while Eun-kyung always spoke it like a soft prayer on his lips. The callous nature of the man did not surprise you, he was a pirate after all and Eun-kyung had simply been your guard. But he was so much more than that. If Eun-kyung was the sturdy land, Jungkook was the crashing sea. And you had always loved the sea more than the land.
You stood at the side, biting your lip in concentration. The murky water below reminded you of the day you walked the plank almost a year ago. It had been terrifying and calming at the time, but now it just gave you fond memories. You still weren’t allowed off the boat since you were a wanted woman. The thought sent you back to the weight that had been hanging on your shoulders. Were they still looking for you? Was Haneul getting closer? Every day it felt like you could turn a corner and he would be right there.
You gripped the pen tighter as you traced the coast. The air was chill and your ears were freezing, but Jungkook’s coat was wrapped tightly around you, the sleeves rolled up to keep from dragging on the page. You hummed a little to yourself, just admiring the sights before you.
It was odd how the ocean, so vast and oppressive at times, could fill you with such joy. The emptiness of the sea, no soul within miles, would put a normal person on edge, but when you loved the salt in the air as much as the crew of BTS, the loneliness didn’t seem all that bad.
Jungkook was on his daily rounds to make sure people were on task. He checked in on Jin who was cooking lunch. The older man quickly shooed him out of the kitchen, waving a wooden spoon as the captain shouted his protests.
Then he visited Namjoon, his trusty second, but he was busy reading a book. When he had entered the man’s cabin, he had simply peered up at him unamused and went back to reading. Who knew the captain of his own ship could be so easily rejected by his crewmates? He didn’t even bother with Yoongi, fully knowing the man was asleep.
Surely Jimin will need my help with something? So he went to visit the blonde haired man. But he was busy cleaning and claimed he didn’t need the help. Hoseok was quite obviously steering the ship and Jungkook didn’t really need to help there. So he ended up standing beside you, thoroughly tired of his crew.
“It’s like every time I try to do something nice for my crewmates, the universe rejects me.” He sighed, feeling a little more melancholic than usual.
It was nearing the anniversary of the mutiny and though the blood was long washed away, he didn’t really want to spend it on the boat. You made a noise of acknowledgement, still focused on your drawing.
“Words would be nice, little miss.”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but smiled nonetheless. “Oh boo hoo. No one wants to babysit the captain.” You turned to face him, a smirk on your face.
His cheeks grew red and he opened and closed his mouth. He didn’t know if he wanted to kiss or slap that smirk off your mouth. Was it scary that the urge to kiss you was stronger? To him it was terrifying. He already had six weaknesses composed of his crewmates, but having a lover? That would be his downfall, he just knew it. So at what point did the pros outweigh the cons? He would see to it that they never did. For his and your own sake.
The captain still couldn’t help tracing his eyes over your profile. From the slope of your nose to the outline of your lips. Then he studied your hands, the way you held your pen, the way you focused on the paper.
“How long are you going to stare at me, lover boy?” You teased, having grown comfortable with the captain.
You spent most of your time with him to help him navigate and work on the various maps. It was sort of exhausting to have one way conversations with him, but you were okay with it; it was like home.
“Sorry.” His response made you frown slightly, but you returned to your work.
“Does Namjoon dislike me, or something?” You asked cautiously, not looking up from your sketch.
“No...I think he just...has trouble trusting people.” Jungkook huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of his face.
The door that led below deck flung open with a crash and Taehyung stumbled out, looking out of sorts. He immediately went to the side and hurled out his lunch.
“Taehyung, are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” You dropped your pad and pencil onto the deck and ran over to look at him. He was pale and wide eyed.
“Just a nightmare.” He choked out, squeezing his eyes shut.
You caught the glistening in his eyes before he left to sit against the wooden siding of the ship. He leaned his head back, brown hair splaying out in all directions, and pulled his knees in close to his chest. The man took deep breaths.
“Must have been one hell of a nightmare.” You murmured, your tone concerned, and you were. You had never seen the man so disoriented. He was often a wild card between serious and loving, but never had you seen him off guard.
The man didn’t respond. His hands gripped his knees. The captain watched his crewmate in sympathy. With a sad expression, he tugged on your arm.
“Y/N, we should leave him be. There are some things you don’t have to know about.”
“His name was Sam.” Taehyung whispered. Jungkook stopped, glancing back at the gunner with curiosity. When he didn’t continue, Jungkook took that as his cue to leave. He dragged you away, disappearing below deck.
His mind was spinning. He went in circles, memories playing on repeat like a video. Taehyung could feel Sam’s warm breath on his neck, the way his hands held his, the way he brushed against him. The man would always claim it was an accident, but Taehyung knew it wasn’t.
While the lull of the sea usually brought him peace, today it reminded him of everything he’d done wrong.
“Aish, you need to let it go already.” Sam sat next to him, his ethereal form hovering above the deck.
“You died right in my arms, Sam. It was my fault for not shooting the man before he shot you.”
“You were processing, it’s okay.”
“Why did I hesitate the one time it mattered?”
“Because you’re human.”
Taehyung bumped his head against the side several times, trying to make the ghostly spirit go away. It was taunting him with a love he could no longer have.
“How can you forgive me?”
“You did all you could.”
“Why aren’t you mad?”
The ghost stood and crouched in front of him, body passing through Taehyung’s knees. He could almost feel the man’s touch, his ghostly fingertips tracing his cheek. Then the wind blew and reminded him of the simple chill that caused it.
“I could never be mad at you Taehyung.”
The man swallowed, watching the specter lean in, his ghost lips brushing over his warm ones.
“How can you say that, Sam?” He said weakly. “When you’re the one with a bullet in your chest.”
“If you weren’t a pirate, Hoseok, what would you be doing?” You sat on the railing that overlooked the main deck. Your legs swung back and forth. The pilot thought over your question, his eyes still set on the horizon.
Hoseok, despite his sunny personality, could look rather serious, possibly angry, when he thought hard enough. He twisted the wheel, sending the boat closer to the mainland.
“I think I would be a dancer.”
“You dance?”
“I wanted to.” He corrected you. Then he released a sigh and placed a pole through one the rungs to hold the steering wheel while he took a break. “It wouldn’t have worked out. It wouldn’t have been a living.”
“Can you show me?” You asked. He raised an eyebrow.
“You want to see?” There was hope in his eyes as he spoke, his words holding an excitement.
“Yeah, for sure!” You smiled widely, eager to see your crewmate either wow you or make you laugh.
“Alright! But you’re getting in on it too, okay?”
“That wasn’t the deal.” You crossed your arms. “Besides, I only know some ballroom dancing.”
“I’ll show you!” He exclaimed excitedly, taking your hand and leading you out to the main deck.
He bowed lowly, pecking your hand with his lips. You instantly flushed bright red and he looked up at you with a sly smile.
“May I have this dance?” He asked.
“Most certainly, kind sir.” You played along, curtsying.
He chuckled and took your arm in his so you were facing opposite directions. Then he began skipping around in a circle, humming out a beat and melody. You laughed, forced to follow along with his antics. He then switched arms and continued the dance. Then he unhooked his arm, spinning you around in a circle.
You fought to regain your balance, the world spinning as you let out more squeals of excitement. He then held up his arm, intertwining his arm with yours. Your hands touched, fingers pointing upwards as he took a step forward, leading you in the new dance move. You both laughed in delight, dancing to the rhythm of the sea and humming a tune only you two knew.
There was a loud cough. The entire crew stood there, even Yoongi, watching you with varying expressions. Jimin looked eagerly between the two of you. Yoongi just sighed, but he didn’t move back below deck as he usually would. Jin was holding back a laugh and even Namjoon let his lips twitch into a smile. Jungkook looked the least pleased.
“Hoseok, don’t you have a job to do?” The captain barked.
“Sorry, captain.” Hoseok bowed and started leaving. You quickly grasped his arm, pulling him back.
“Stop it, Jungkook.” You hissed, not bothering with the title. “You’re always trying to ruin the fun, loosen up and live a little.”
The crew stood still, glancing between the two of you. Jungkook turned on his heel, letting out a huff of air, his nostrils flaring. The rest of the crew awkwardly shuffled from foot to foot.
“Jimin! Get over here, I can see you want to get in on it.” You winked, moving around to push the male towards Hoseok.
The older man easily took the younger in and started showing him the steps. You then shoved Namjoon and Jin together. Yoongi glanced at Taehyung who smirked.
“No way.” Yoongi scoffed, ready to go back down below.
The others were already getting into the swing of things, switching partners and letting playful banter slip in between the melody they all started singing.
“As I was a-walking down Paradise Street.” Jin sang, his voice clean without a warble.
“To me way-aye, blow the man down.” The others chorused.
“A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.” Jimin rang out next, his voice like a bell and just as beautiful.
“Give me some time to blow the man down!” They all sang back, erupting into laughter.
Taehyung reached out and grasped the older man’s sleeve.
“Yoongi, I think it’s about time you joined the world of the living.” He stated firmly and dragged him out to dance with the others.
It was soon a mess of laughter and drunken singing, although no one was drunk; they acted like it pretty well. Hoseok was clapping in time to the beat. You wanted to throw yourself into the mix, but you didn’t have a partner. The most eligible man was pissed off below deck, most likely brooding.
You wouldn’t have it. You marched down below, despite how much you hated the claustrophobic feeling of being below deck. You pounded on the captain’s office door and he responded with a stern come in.
You marched inside.
“Captain Jeon Jungkook if you don’t go out there and dance right now, I’m going to drag you out. You can spend all your life hiding from your crew and holding up in your office when everyone is bonding. And you also need to stop brooding like some edgy man baby! Seriously! Loosen up!” You paced, ranting to the captain who sat looking amused at you. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows shot up at the words ‘man baby’.
“Excuse me, is that anyway to speak to your captain?” He frowned, effectively cutting you off. “Maybe I have been too lenient with you and the crew.”
Then he caught himself in the mirror and sagged, suddenly lost in thought. That was something Captain Rogers would say. Except, when he looked at you, you weren’t shaking and crying, you weren’t flinching at his gaze. Instead, you stood straighter.
“You need to be more lenient to yourself, Jungkook.” You stepped around the desk and he swiveled his chair around to face you.
Jungkook had such a youthful face, it was a shame he spoiled it so often with frowns. You could almost see the stress wrinkles already forming. You reached forward, harmlessly brushing your hands with his. He pulled his hand away like you’d burned him.
“Is everything...is everything alright Jungkook?” You asked quietly.
He couldn’t think. The world was spinning. Being in that office, being touched, watching himself in the mirror, it was already painful enough. When he looked at you, it wasn’t you that stared back, he only saw Captain Rogers. His breaths came out hurried and short.
“Look, I’m sorry if I’m pushing you to do something you don’t want to do, but going outside your comfort zone is good sometimes, okay?” You reached out once again and firmly held his hand in yours.
The brush of skin on skin made him nauseous. Your grip was suffocating. He felt like he was drowning. The room felt stuffy, his breaths came shorter and shorter. His eyes wildly gazed around your face, begging to see you and not Captain Rogers. But he only saw the old man’s yellowed grin staring back at him, his lips spewing your words. The anger was back, a simmering pot of rage.
“Don’t touch me.” He said softly.
“What?” You tilted your head, trying to understand what was happening.
“I said don’t touch me!” He ripped his hand away and stood, staggering back a couple of steps. “You don’t know anything about me!” He barked.
His hands trembled and he held his stomach, trying to hold onto its contents. The ghost touches were still there, making him bend over as he tried his best to keep down his lunch.
“Get out!” He shouted. Then his voice went quiet as he trembled. “Just get out.”
He pointed weakly towards the door and you simply nodded and left, as much as you wanted to help him.
He crumpled to the floor, taking in deep breaths as he ran his hands over his arms. I am in control. I am in control now. It was a soft chant in his head as he sat in his little office; his cage.
You couldn’t sleep. The memory of Jungkook tainted your mind. Your heart had been racing since you left his office. He hadn’t arrived for dinner, but Jin delivered it to his office. He didn’t say his usual goodnights to the rest of the crew and so the day ended bitterly. Everyone knew something was wrong with the captain and you didn’t want to pry, but you knew it had something to do with what happened today.
The utter terror he had stared at you with had made your heart drop instantly. The way he flinched when you touched him sent you tumbling into a spiral of self doubt. What mattered was no longer how he made you feel, but how you had made him feel. Was he okay? Did he eat his dinner?
You took a deep breath. With both Eun-kyung and Jungkook haunting your sleep, you could no longer rest. You stood and made your way out to the main deck. There was no wind tonight. The air was still and the ocean eerily calm. The stars twinkled brightly like a blanket of holes in the dark night. The moon was a perfect circle, providing ample light. You leaned against the side. The waves lapped playfully against the wood of the ship. There was a gentle breeze that blew through your hair every so often.
Your nightgown wasn’t the warmest thing to wear, but you didn’t plan on being out for long. It was so quiet your ears rang. There wasn’t a single soul for miles and miles. The peace was nice.
“Can’t sleep?’ The familiar rumble of the captain’s voice met you in the silence. \
His soft steps made their way to stand beside you. He leaned against the railing. Your heart thumped. You shook your head in response to his question. Jungkook let out a soft sigh.
“Yeah, me neither.” He agreed, eyes trained on the dark sea below.
You shifted awkwardly, making sure to keep your distance. You turned to him, admiring the way the shadows fell on his face in the moonlight.
“Look, I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t know what was happening and I pushed you. It was wrong. I’m really really sorry.” You said earnestly, hands clenched. He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes and nodding.
“I know. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. I’m not a very open person.” He confessed. “It was just...something that happened in the past.”
You didn’t want to pry so you nodded and left it at that. He scooted closer to you. You took a step back. He snorted.
“I’m not fragile. I just had a moment there.” The captain said, but his tone was a little saddened.
You fell silent. He shifted toward you and you didn’t move a muscle.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?” Your hair was ruffled by the wind again. He was mesmerized by your beauty. Pros and cons be damned.
“You make me feel...things I didn’t think were possible.” He admitted. “I think I like you...a lot, but I was never taught love or really kindness at all growing up. So I would probably never be able to love you the way you want because I just don’t know how but-”
“Wait, you...like me?” You froze, eyes widening at the captain.
He looked more like a stuttering school boy, clearly having never matured much in the love department. You let a smile break out on your face at his almost nonexistent nod. You resisted the urge to grab his hands.
“Good, because I like you too.” You confessed, your face heating up. He grinned, then tentatively reached for your hands.
“I want to learn. I want to try, but you’ll have to be patient with me, Y/N.” He explained cautiously.
Then he carefully took your hands in his, ignoring the way his skin crawled at the contact. Your wrists. Wrists that had never had a bruise on them. His wrists. Wrists that were a permanent shade of purple and blue. He could try. For you he could try.
You returned to your room that night, your heart thumping wildly. The simplest of touches, holding hands, had sent your heart soaring. Your mind was running wild with the picture. That night, you dug the gold wedding ring out of your bag. You held it up to the moonlight, watching it shine and glint of the metal. Then you unlatched the cabin window, letting the cool air infiltrate your room.
You stuck your hand out and let go, watching as the golden ring that acted as your chain went tumbling all the way down into the water. It’s impact was a mere ripple in the dark waters.
It had been months since you set foot on land. You hadn’t missed it, not really. The swaying of the ship you had become accustomed to and as long as you had your crew, you were happy anywhere.
The dashing captain set foot next to you and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Being off the ship gave you a sense of dread. The shackles of social norms and manners were shackles to weigh on you.
“Hey, you’ll be okay.” Jungkook said calmly and you took that as a sign you should move. The other members accompanying you were Yoongi and Jin.
You were paranoid and that was only made a little better by Jungkook being there. You browsed the shops, full well knowing Jungkook could buy the whole town with his money and still have enough left over to last a lifetime. You picked up a necklace, the silver chain was made of delicate links. There was a yellow amulet attached.
Jungkook leaned over you, his skin still never touching yours. He had revealed very little about his past and even then it was rather cryptic. All you could do was assure him that whatever happened when he was growing up was wrong. From the scars on his back and arms, you could piece together a little bit of his story at least. And it wasn’t a story you wanted to read.
Jungkook fingered the jewel for a moment, turning it over in his hands. He then held it up to the sunlight and sucked in a breath. It’s genuine. He thought to himself. Then he handed it back over to you.
“You should get it.” He said quietly, his breath hot against your ear. “It suits you.”
Heat crawled up your neck and he smirked as you paid for the necklace without a second thought. The feeling of being watched didn’t disappear as you continued shopping.
“Y/N?” An all too familiar voice called. It caught you off guard, your breath hitching.
You had always thought Haneul had a similar voice to Eun-kyung. The resemblance was uncanny as your supposed fiance appeared. Jungkook immediately stood on guard, hand moving to his waistband where his gun was holstered. Haneul was not a bad guy. He was stuck in a similar predicament as you.
“Y/N, I can’t believe it’s you.” The man breathed. “Everyone thinks you died!”
“Good!” You spat, standing firmly next to Jungkook. The crowd had yet to notice the scuffle breaking out. “So where’s your back up, huh?”
“I don’t have any. I seriously didn’t expect you to be here.” Haneul held up his hands as a sign of mercy.
Jungkook didn’t loosen. It was like something bad always happened to you when you went on land. It was a little exhausting at this point.
“Please, you and I both didn’t want this, but if I don’t bring you back and marry you, I’m going to be disowned. My parents can’t have a bachelor son who couldn’t even keep track of his fiance in their image.”
You almost felt bad for him. You had both been forced into the situation and while you fled and started a new life, he was forced to bear the brunt of your actions. And for that I’m sorry. You thought, but you didn’t have the decency to voice your thoughts.
“There’s no way she’s going to marry you.” Jungkook’s eyes were wild.
He began playing the part of the maddened captain everyone saw him as. And you saw it too, just for a moment. Was there any way out of this predicament without violence? Surely Haneul would not let you simply walk away. He had been waiting a little over a year to find you and keep his head from being disowned. There was no way he was about to let you go.
“If she doesn’t, It’ll cause a massive uproar in the houses!”
“Good.” Jungkook spat.
You knew how chaotic that would be. While you were technically a pirate who cause chaos all the time, you were not a crew who did so ‘just because’. This just didn’t have a good reason. Besides, the noble houses were still a part of the hierarchy of society. What would happen if they were thrown into such unrest?
“You still have a search warrant out for you, Y/N. The prices have been upping since your departure.” Haneul spoke. You frowned in response. “It’s at 500,000 gold shillings. That’s enough to last a man most of his lifetime in comfort.”
“Yes, I know how many shillings that is.” You said bitterly.
You thought over your options. Running was out of the question. There were two of you and one of him. Your disadvantage would be running through the crowd and Haneul was always a fast runner. The second option was to stay and talk to him, but that gave him ample time to call for backup. The third option...was not one that would please Jungkook, but it was also the best way to get Haneul to stand down.
What can ya say? If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
Jungkook was reaching his breaking point. Your lightest touches were reversing years of mental and physical torture. While he’d never be whole ever again, you filled the space well enough. You were humming softly to yourself, a tune only you knew, as you filled in the key for the newest map.
“Y/N?” He called, watching you look up. Your eyes were curious as you stared at him. He felt his breath hitch at the way your hair fell perfectly around your face.
“What is it, Jungkook?” You asked.
“Thank you.” He said.
You tilted your head, eyebrows knitting together in the cutest expression. You set your pen down and reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. You made sure not to brush your hand against his cheek.
“For what?”
“Everything.” He said vaguely, years of practiced poise coming in between him speaking earnestly with you.
“Are you alright?” You stared intently into his eyes. You placed your hand on his forehead without thinking to check his temperature. Yet, his skin didn’t crawl at your contact. His forehead was warm, but normal, which meant he wasn’t sick.
Jungkook had a dam. It was a high wall and it built itself higher every time he held back his emotions. Behind was a swirling tide of tears and pain waiting to be released. The waters swelled once more. He bit his lip and started building the wall higher. His doe eyes widened as he tried to keep the tears at bay. When he looked into your eyes, you seemed to genuinely wonder if he was okay. When was he ever okay?
He inhaled shakily.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.” You said without hesitation, shoving the papers in front of you to the side. The ink rolled onto the floor. He laced his fingers together, knees bouncing as he pondered what to say.
“Okay.” He released a breath. “I need to start at the beginning.”
-
When his story was told through and through, no detail spared no matter how gruesome, he finally met your gaze. In your eyes were...tears. You looked devastated and as much as you wanted to reach out and hold him, you knew how much he disliked skin on skin.
“What they did to you was wrong, Jungkook.” You said firmly, though your voice shook at the very last word. He closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.
“I’ve been trying to convince myself of that since I was 18. But it’s easier said than done.” He felt the dam breaking. The wall was old, cracks letting out small streams of water.
“We can help you. We’ll be with you every step of the way.” You cleared your throat. “I will be with you every step of the way.”
The captain felt like a small child under your warm gaze. He was once again a vulnerable boy, one who couldn’t understand the evils befalling him. He threw his hands over his face, scooting his chair back and curling over in his lap. His head hit his thighs to avoid your eyes. The dam broke.
Haneul was tired. Tired and angry. A year of berating, pitied looks, and whispers behind his back had let the rage build up. He let it brew, blaming it all on you. You were the reason he was being disowned. You were selfish. You put him through this. Yet, he sat next to you, a bowl of soup in front of him and an anxious crew watching.
He carefully picked it up, examining the contents. Broth. Carrots. What else was in there? It couldn’t be too bad. You watched him with a smile, knowing he was probably going through the same thought process as you had.
“And there’s nothing else in this?” He said skeptically.
“Just carrots and soup!” Jin defended. You snickered behind your hand. Jin turned and slapped your arm. “It is!”
“If that’s just carrots and soup, then I’m just a brain on wheels.” You chuckled.
“Seriously!” Jin shouted. Haneul sighed and took a sip.
He swallowed. The crew held their breaths. Then he went and took another bite. You gaped.
“Oh it’s not too bad, Jin!” Haneul smiled, but his ears were growing red. “It had a little, achem, kick.”
Jin puffed out his chest and crossed his arms. “See! You all underestimate me. Or maybe…”
“Don’t say it.” Yoongi groaned.
“I’m just saying you might just be wusses and Haneul here can actually stomach it because he has the balls.” Jin clapped the young man on his back.
The captain sputtered at that. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” The older man pointed at the captain. “You don’t have the balls to drink the soup, all of you. You just complain.”
“I bet I can drink more than you!” Taehyung pointed at Yoongi. The pale man’s face dropped, his expression of neutral impassivity.
“You’re going to lose that bet.”
Haneul watched the crew, still trying to get out of his habits as a nobleman. He needed to blend in, get you to trust him. He cleared his throat, which was still burning.
“I’m going to get a bit of fresh air.” He declared, his body still sore from spending a night in the jail. You nodded at him and he hated the happy look on your face.
Why did you get to be happy when he was miserable? Weren’t you the one who ran away from the problem? He glanced at your ring finger, but there was no glint of gold. The captain had several rings and earrings, but nothing on his ring finger. You and the captain were speaking quietly to each other. Haneul saw the captain smile when he spoke with you.
He dropped the message off the ship and prayed the tide would take it where it needed to go. Then he breathed in the sea air. He hated the ocean, always preferred land. He heard footsteps and knew it was you. You stood there, observing him for a moment.
“What are you doing?”
“Missing home.”
You narrowed your eyes. He had yet to walk the plank, he wasn’t a true crew member yet and you were allowed your reservations. You remembered Jungkook’s words. We all hold a deep love for the sea. Yet, here Haneul was moaning about home. It only helped to set in more of your suspicions.
“I get that.” You said quietly. You took a place next to him.
“I don’t understand the universe, Y/N.” He started slowly. You faced him, confusion written on your face, but he didn’t turn to face you. “You’re so happy, so free. You get to do the things you’ve always wanted to do while I’m still constrained.”
“I followed what I wanted to do. If you don’t want to live a life at sea, then we should drop you off at the nearest village and you can be on your way.” You said softly.
“You don’t understand! Y/N! You ran away from your problems! Why do I have to be punished for your mistakes?” He trembled with rage, the powerful emotion pulling at him from all edges and bursting at the seams.
“I’m sorry, Haneul.” you said, seeing how he truly felt. The anger that was dripping off of him like honey had a bittersweet taste. “I’m doing what I love and you should too.”
“I can’t be a nobleman if I’m disowned. There’s not a suitable girl within the houses for another five years.” He bit his lip and looked to the night sky. “Which is why I need to bring you back.”
You took a step away from him, itching to go back below deck.
“You can’t be serious, Haneul?”
“You had your little adventure, you got to be a pirate, yay. Now let’s go back and maybe we can salvage your reputation.”
“Reputation?” You sputtered. “This has nothing to do with that. I’m never going to go back with you.” You said furiously. “We’ll be dropping you off at the nearest village first thing.”
He turned to look at you finally. A haunting look was in his eyes.
“And how far away is the nearest village?”
“A day and night away.”
“And you really think our parents wouldn’t have sent a ship with both of us missing?” He chuckled darkly. You backed away.
“What did you do? Haneul what did you do?” You screeched, racing away as he laughed. You flung open the door to the lower deck where the crew was still eating happily.
They all stopped talking, taking in your ragged form. Immediately, Jungkook stood and went to you. He didn’t touch you, but he had concern written on his face. His gaze was steely, but you didn’t cower.
“What’s wrong, love?” He asked, his voice hoarse.
“Where’s Haneul?” Jimin piped up.
“He tricked us.” You took a deep breath and met your lover’s gaze. “Haneul tricked us.”
Taehyung yawned, his guns resting on his lap. The ghost of Sam hovered nearby.
“You should get some sleep.” He chided.
“I know, Sam.” Taehyung grumbled. “But I have night watch and I won’t let my crew down.”
“Will a ship really attack? I think Haneul may have been bluffing.” Taehyung could almost feel his breath. The gunner shook his head.
“No can do.” He replied, fiddling with his guns.
“Then let me rest, Tae, so I don’t have to watch you do this to yourself.” The ghost pleaded. Taehyung smiled a little.
“Nope. You’re staying right here, Sam.” He murmured. The man watched the horizon. No one was in sight for miles. Maybe he would just shut his eyes for one minute.
One minute too late.
The sound of hushed voices woke him up. He knew those voices were not his crew’s. Then his eyes traveled to the brooding black ship sidled up next to them. Taehyung flung himself up, lurching towards his guns. Sam was gone. How many crews were going to be slaughtered on his watch? His heart quickened. Taehyung didn’t have time to feel the guilt of this information, he needed to act.
The gunner opened the door to the lower deck and quietly shut it behind him. Then he raced to the captain’s office.
“Come in.”
“Captain, they’re here. They’re on the upper decks, we need to attack while we still can.” Taehyung said breathlessly. Jungkook’s eyes widened.
“How did they board? Nevermind, what matters is that they’re on the ship already.” He stood and opened his drawer that had a gun in it. Then he flung open his office door. “Gather the men. We’re going to battle.”
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BTS had never really been in a battle. They often had the upper hand in a situation and crews went down without a fight. But it was at this moment that you remembered that everyone in the crew could hold their own.
Yoongi held a harpoon and he was tangoing with an invader. Their figures were mere shadows in the moonlight. You had taken a knife from the kitchen, but you didn’t want to attack in case they were your men. The only sounds were the rhythmic pounding of the sea and the grunts of the men wrestling on the deck.
There were a few cracks of light as gunpowder fizzed in the air and stung your nose. It was like an awful hellscape. You stepped in a liquid and prayed it was water and not a puddle of blood. Lifting up your foot to examine, your fears were confirmed.
You sidestepped a body that was flung off the side. You knew the man to be an enemy because Jin’s face lit up in the moonlight in front of you. He was breathing heavily, a dried streak of rusty blood down his face.
“Y/N, get the rowboat ready. We need to leave, they’ve brought too many men and we’re only seven.” He shouted over the commotion.
The crack and pop of several guns went off at once, lighting the sky up with gray smoke.
Hoseok ran over, looking a little worse for wear. He had a bruise forming on his cheek and a painful gash on his arm.
“We’ve got to go, now.” He grasped your arm, trying to pull you away.
His face was serious, angry, pained. All emotions you never expected to attribute to the man. Jungkook. You turned to watch the figures. You recognized Jimin’s blonde hair.
“Jimin!” You shouted as an enemy approached him with a knife.
Jimin turned, the sweet boy looking at you with wide eyes. The cabin boy was never meant for battle.
A guttural scream of rage came from the side and the hiss of a gun going off lit up the deck. Taehyung’s face was illuminated, thoroughly pissed. He refused to hesitate again. He wouldn’t let another crew member die on his watch. He shot at the would be attacker, but you assumed it must have been adrenaline making his hand shaky.
He missed. In all your time on the ship, Kim Taehyung had never missed a shot. Everything was working against you. Taehyung jumped in front of Jimin, resulting in him getting punched in the nose, blood instantly spurting.
You tore your grasp away from Hoseok.
“Y/N, stop!”
“Hobi! The crew needs me!” You shouted, racing towards Jimin.
You pulled Taehyung up and grabbed Jimin’s arm as Jungkook shot the enemy dead.
“Tae, get up, Jimin, help him.” You wrapped a dazed Taehyung’s arm around Jimin’s shoulder.
The cabin boy nodded at you and you could see the steel behind his eyes. The timid boy was anything but timid. Jungkook ran towards you.
“Y/N, you need to get off the ship. The others are already going to the rowboat.” He said, his voice hurried and his eyes wide.
Your eyes trailed to six familiar shapes climbing into the rowboat.
“But someone needs to stay behind to release it.” You said quietly. Jungkook nodded.
“I know.”
“You can’t really be suggesting yourself, you self-sacrificing bastard?!” You shouted, feeling tears pricking at your eyes. His face was sculpted perfectly in the moonlight, a white spotlight beaming down just for him.
“Please, Y/N, I don’t have any other choice. A captain always goes down with the ship.”
“No.” You stood firmly, tired of being pushed around finally. You inhaled sharply. “I have nothing to return to. I won’t let you do this alone.”
“Y/N…I love you” He sighed and then, out of character, he drew you into a hug. Your breath hitched. His skin didn’t crawl at the touch. “Please don’t do this.” He whispered.
“I love you too, Jungkook, but-” You started, rubbing his back. You looked over his shoulder. “Jungkook!” You screeched. The man tensed in your hold, turning around just in time to see the figure coming towards him.
Everything slowed.
The captain pushed you away, and faced the man. There was this terrible high pitched noise in the background. The last enemy had found you and you recognized him. Myung-suk. And there were more coming. The glint of steel meeting flesh flashed in your eyes. You reached out for him, your lover. His face went pale.
His inky black hair glistened in the moonlight. His blood stained the floorboards and there was still the screeching sound. You met his eyes one last time. His lips mouthed ‘it’s okay’.The man threw the captain’s lifeless body off the side of the ship. The screeching sound, you’d come to realize, were your own screams. His body was nothing more than a ripple in the sea.
The world went back into motion. You immediately kicked the young soldier in the chest, effectively winding him like you’d seen Namjoon do once or twice. Then you took a big fistful of his shirt and pushed him off the side of the ship, not hearing his cries over your own. You whispered a prayer for Jungkook and cursed Myung-suk.
May Jungkook become one with the sea and may Poseidon have no mercy on the man with the bloodied knife. Your hands shook, pain overtaking your mind. You didn’t have time to sob. The ship was headed towards the rocks. The crew was still in the rowboat, waiting for someone to release them.
Mourning would get you nowhere. Despite the aching cavity in your chest, your crew needed you. He would have wanted that. So you refused the urge to dive right into the sea after him. You just wanted to be one with the sea, to let it wash over your wounds. Instead, you ran down the decks you had spent the last year of your life on. The ghostly memories of your crewmates flooded back to you.
You saw Namjoon first, his memory turning to look at you.
Ah, you’re the new crew member, I see? Welcome to the family.
You swiped at your eyes. Yoongi’s ghostly form stood, his harpoon in hand, the memory reminding you of sunny days.
Y/N, stop looking at me like that. If you want to know how to fish, I’ll show you. Here, c’mere.
You let another teardrop fall. The wheel sat empty as you passed it. Hoseok’s memory stood there, turning the ship, whispering with Jimin.
Y/N! Want to dance?
Jimin smiled, his eyes crinkling wonderfully.
Y/N, I’m sorry for sleeping on the job last night. Thanks for covering for me!
His chuckle was beautiful. Seokjin had his hands on his hips.
I didn’t put anything in that soup, you wusses. He argued.
Taehyung leaned his head on the side of the ship.
It’s nothing, just a nightmare.
You tried to breathe, but the worst memory was next.
The sky seemed to clear as you went through it once more. A well built man stood on the end of the ship. The night of gunpowder fell away. His hair ruffled in the wind. He turned to you, a smile on his face, doe eyes crinkling in delight. Jungkook held out his hand, his captain attire as crisp as ever.
Are you ready, little miss?
And you almost took his hand.
You tore your eyes away, turning to where the crew now rested. Six in the boat, one at the bottom of the sea, one staying on the ship. You started lowering the ropes, ignoring the shouts of the crew. You felt a ghostly presence and you just knew it was him. Jungkook placed a hand on your back, guiding you through the motions.
“Sh, it’s going to be alright. Stop shaking, love. You’re doing so well.” He whispered words of praise.
“Y/N, stop, just climb aboard.” Namjoon’s words suddenly hit you. You stared incredulously at the man.
“So we can all die?” You shouted. Tears traced their way down your cheeks. “Namjoon, do you trust me?”
The man looked unsure, a pain behind his eyes. He looked down at the sea, his eyes drifting to the place his oldest friend perished. He looked devastated. And he was. His heart was breaking open for the young boy who deserved better, the boy who despite all odds, worked to make a name for himself. But above all, he was glad that his body was resting in the waves of the place he loved the most; The sea. He couldn’t mourn, he had to do his job as a first mate. He had to become the leader the crew needed. He couldn’t hesitate and let them all perish. You weren’t budging either.
Did he trust you?
“Yes.” He responded softly. You nodded and let the ropes fall, placing the boat gently into the water.
You couldn’t stop the tremble of your hands. All you wanted to do was cry, fall to the floor and let the sobs overtake your body. The boat drifted into the ocean and the rope fell away. The other ship blasted a hole into the side of BTS. You tumbled to the ground, sobs finally wracking your body. You watched the rowboat headed toward the shore.
“Get up.” Jungkook urged. “Y/N, get up.” His voice was firm, his ghost as clear as day.
“Jungkook, I-”
“You shouldn’t have, love. I should’ve been there.” He whispered. “You should find another way out. Don’t sacrifice yourself for a foolish captain like me.” You could almost hear his sheepish smile.
You stood, placing your hands on the side of the ship and watching the water come closer. You sniffled, letting your stomach drop as the ship sunk farther. Your eyes were glossy with tears, your heart shattered, so with all the courage left in your body, you turned to face his ghost. You hair flew in the breeze and the moment was of peaceful contrast to moments before.
“No, I’m going down with the ship.”
You were falling. The world seemed to slow, going still as if you had halted in mid air. The waves welcomed you home, embracing you to your bones. Taehyung’s smile, Jin’s laugh, Yoongi’s quiet nods, Hoseok’s dancing, Jimin’s eyes, Namjoon’s voice, Jungkook’s face.
They held you close, but Jungkook’s ghost held you the tightest as the rest faded away. When you looked up, there was no shadowy figure diving in to save you. It was just dark, the light of the sinking BTS illuminating the water.
The ghost of his lips hovered over yours as the sky sank farther out of reach. Your lungs filled with water, body finally being overtaken with the sea. Black ink fell across your vision as Jungkook’s ghost whispered words of praise. A bittersweet ending to the ship of the Bulletproof Boy Scouts.
You glimpsed his face, his ethereal body hovering above you, now one with the ocean. The crew had always been a mess, a tragically beautiful mess, but him, most of all.
Sea and the rock below
Cocked to the undertow
Bones, blood and teeth erode
With every crashing node
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#bts#bts x reader#Jeon Jungkook#Jungkook x reader#Jungkook#JK#tatawrites#pirate au#fluff#angst#Down With The Ship#major character death
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Fic Rec Post
Hey everybody! One of my secret santas asked me what my favorite fics are so I decided to make a full blown rec post just for them. These are a little all over the place so I hope you can find something that you enjoy here! ☁️✨
Please make sure to read all tags and warnings before reading a fic. And don’t forget to kudos/comment!
🌙 The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) by LoadedGunn 122k
Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.
It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.
The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.
🌙 a promise lives within you now by sarcasticfluentry 46k
A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.
🌙 if you're for real and not pretend by brownheadedstranger 21k
In which Harry works in a bakery and Louis can't seem to find what he's looking for.
🌙 Into The Blue by zarah5 117k (story is locked, ao3 account required to read)
AU. In which Louis is Harry's scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can't be all that difficult to convince Harry that they're on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.
🌙 Don't Unplug Me Or Shut Me Down by slashter 7k
Louis scowls. "He's a photography student. He works with gorgeous models and probably breaks hearts with his smile. I'm a nerd. I earn my money fixing broken crap, and for some stupid reason, I like it. He wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, he's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers, et cetera, et cetera." Louis sighs. "I swear, the coolest thing I've ever done is wear contacts."
Basically, Louis is a self-proclaimed nerd who fixes things and Harry seems too perfect to keep breaking as many things as he does.
🌙 You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry 175k
A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.
🌙 this must be what all the fuss is about by youcomecrash 3k
"You're sweaty," he mumbles matter-of-factly. Louis opens his eyes and raises his head from between his arms. Harry's just staring up at him with a lazy expression and Louis kind of wants to kiss him to sleep. "That's because it's a hundred degrees in here, babe."
🌙 I Fell From the Sky For You (Like a Shooting Star) [by louserz] by waddupjordan (orphan_account) 8k (This was originally posted on tumblr by @louserz and this person had permission to post it on ao3 for the author. if the original author sees this and wants me to take this off of my rec post please DM me and I will. This fic displays elements of depression and homelessness although it is not tagged that way so please take caution in reading this. I don’t want to accidentally trigger anybody.<3)
Harry owns a bookstore, Louis is homeless, and apparently even shooting stars fall in love.
🌙 Sail Across Me by iwillpaintasongforlou 21k
Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures. Especially when they're as pretty as this one.
🌙 but maybe im just in love when you wake me up by theonewiththelarrystories 6k
lazy morning sex, prompted by Asher: "like a whole sleepy sunday morning vibe of waking up together and then louis pulling a sleepy harry into a warm bath and louis washing harry all over. a bit of body!worship, louis gently working conditioner into harrys curls and him practically purring. Then louis taking it slow with kisses on harrys neck and gentle touches and then fingering harry until hes whining with his head thrown back against louis’ shoulder little needy noises coming from his perfect fucking lips. and then harrys boneless and content while louis leads him back to their bed and spreads him out face down and rims the fuck out of him until hes screaming and then he fucks him gently and then they cuddle on the couch and harry wears louis’ white sweater and louis calls him ‘sweetheart.’"
🌙 strawberry milk fic by Wankerville 158k (3 parts)
This is a 3 part story. The 1st part was originally written alone and then the author added the rest. You can just read the 1st part (19k), and you’ll still be satisfied without feeling added pressured to read the whole thing. Please read all the tags and warnings for each fic beforehand!
🌙 and we live like legends now by soleilouis 16k girl!direction
harry works at a juice bar, and louis is the cute girl that skates at the park right next door.
🌙 Through Eerie Chaos by MediaWhore 102k (story is locked, ao3 account required to read) @mediawhorefics
For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.
The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.
🌙 jump in the deep end by istajmaal 5k
Louis’s stomach lurches as he closes the last bit of distance, Harry’s nose settling between his arse cheeks and pushing them apart. Harry’s lips brush against the puckered skin around Louis’s hole in a kiss and Louis lets out a whine so high-pitched he barely recognizes it as coming from himself—what if I'm not clean enough, what if Harry hates it, what if Harry pushes me away—but then Harry’s long, wet tongue swoops in a circle around Louis’s rim and Louis feels like all the breath is knocked out of him. He grabs for Harry’s hand, still digging into his thigh, and squeezes over it, until Harry releases his vice grip on Louis’s thigh and laces his fingers through Louis’s.
or, Louis's arse is a sensitive subject, so Harry approaches it gently. With his tongue.
🌙 the wheel breaks the butterfly by embodied 4k girl!direction @aliensingucci���
“Out with it, Styles,” Louis groans. Harry’s suddenly regretting this whole thing, and she’s sure she’s beet red now, so she just blurts it out so fast she’s not sure if Louis even understands her right away.
“I’ve never gotten head before.”
AU. harry and louis are roommates. girls' night ends a little differently than usual.
🌙 you flower, you feast by stylinsoncity 18k
He's King of the Underworld, but don't assume Louis has it all. He could stand for some excitement in his monotonous, eternal life and maybe, even.....a soulmate.
(Despite not having a soul.)
And along came "Harry".
🌙 you change, water sea by got2ghost 4k girl!direction (ziam with side larry)
“Zayn wants me to teach her how to make a girl squirt,” Louis says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Liam chokes on the water she’d been swigging from her thermos, which makes Louis throw her head back and laugh. Zayn’s brows pinch together and she pats Liam gently on the shoulder, muttering, ‘you okay babes?’
🌙 The Case Of The (Definitely Not Haunted) Styles Mansion by BriaMaria 40k
“So there’s a sense of humor buried beneath all that condescension, huh?” Louis said when he’d stopped laughing.
“It’s not condescension, it’s intelligence. I understand you might not be able to recognize it yourself,” Marcel said, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh god, I’m sorry.”
Louis stepped closer, his eyes on Marcel’s face. “For being an asshat?”
“For being rude,” Marcel said, from beneath his palm.
Louis shifted a half-step closer until he was at the very edge of Marcel’s personal space. It felt like he was nudging at it, asking to be let in. Marcel flushed hot for no reason.
“Lucky for you it takes quite a lot to actually insult me,” Louis said taking one step closer. Too close. Too close.
Marcel met Louis’ eyes. Those blue eyes that reminded Marcel of poetry instead of science, lyrics instead of formulas. They were so pretty he wanted to drown in them.
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Or the Nancy Drew AU where Marcel is a man of logic, Louis is a private detective who believes in ghosts, and the Styles Mansion is definitely, absolutely, positively *not* haunted.
🌙 You are the Lyrics by TheIfInLife 4k @larryficwriter
or, Harry wears lingerie for the first time and Louis definitely approves.
🌙 Wild at Heart Ain't Hard to Find by QuickedWeen 11k girl!direction @becomeawendybird
Louis and her best friends Niall and Liam always take an annual vacation together. This year Niall has picked Redwater Canyon, a small tourist town where everyone lives like it's the Old West. There are saloons, stagecoaches, and limited access to WiFi.
The town boasts tours, excursions, activities, and the hottest woman Louis has ever seen in the form of the local blacksmith.
🌙 Withdrawal Was the Weeping by QuickedWeen 11k girl!direction
Confined by life and society, Harry spends her Sunday afternoons walking aimlessly about the countryside as it's her only source of freedom. One Sunday she is aided by the most beautiful woman she has ever met, but not everything is as it seems. Was it a trick of the light? Was it Harry's own active imagination? There is nothing to do but try to find her again.
🌙 i must admit i thought i'd like to make you mine by disgruntledkittenface 50k @disgruntledkittenface
Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.
Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?
🌙 tempted by the fruit of another by disgruntledkittenface 3k (zayn/louis/harry)
Zayn didn’t mean to look. And she certainly didn’t mean to watch.
It’s just that Louis and Harry are the worst hosts in the world; they’re in their bedroom, clearly fucking (again), and so loud that Zayn can’t concentrate on her game of Among Us in the living room. Liam has killed her twice. Liam. So she just went down the hallway to make sure their bedroom door was at least closed.
It wasn’t.
Zayn stumbles into a world of possibility when she stays with Harry and Louis for a few weeks.
🌙 I have more favorite fics but they are not included here due to them being deleted from ao3. They’re saved in PDF form both on my laptop and my phone (I go back and read them all the time) so if you’re interested in those you’re welcome to reach out to me and ask privately and I’ll share what I can.
This turned out a lot longer than I had expected. If you read through the whole thing thank you! ✨
#☁️✨#fic rec#masterpost#long post#fic rec masterpost#ls#fav#i plan on adding more fics as i read them too#hope ur able to find something to read ss!#if ur looking for more specific types of fics lmk and ill see what i got :)#fic#larry stylinson#my post#my recs
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Killer Combo - Ch 5 Game On
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 Epilogue | Bonus Tidbits | ART inspired by this story! | AO3 | Fiction Master Post
Marinette had butterflies in her stomach for more than one reason when she arrived at the tournament venue. She paused in the bathroom to apply her makeup mask, and took her hoodie out of her bag, taking a deep breath before slipping it on over her shoulders. She pulled a couple of elastics out of the hoodie pocket and pulled her hair back into her signature pigtails, and the transformation was complete. She wanted to be perfect today. Not for Luka, who’d seen her through many competitions at this point, but for the attention she would inevitably garner with him as her partner. Their livestream would likely get a lot of views today, and she expected at least one video interview.
She tapped a finger three times to her lucky earrings, the inspiration for her entire look, and took one more deep breath before nodded at her reflection, and packed her things back in her bag. She had her own matches to focus on before the team competition.
As much as she enjoyed playing him, and as much as she wanted another chance to beat him, especially now that she understood him a little better, Marinette was kind of glad that she wasn’t paired against Luka in this event. They would have managed, but it might have made things weird, and Marinette did not need any more complications today.
Besides, she admitted to herself with a grudging, lopsided smile as she put down her controller and left her pod after her final match, if she’d been paired with him she might not have swept her matches. So maybe it was just as well. It would be more satisfying to take him down in the playoffs anyway.
Luka was already waiting for her when she got to the place where they were supposed to meet up, slumped back against a concrete pillar and scanning the crowd—presumably, for her.
The butterflies got worse and Marinette reprimanded herself, taking a deep breath and blowing it out between black-painted lips. Of course he was looking for her, he was her teammate and they had agreed to meet here, and she needed to not be stupid about this. She needed to be Ladybug.
She was Ladybug and Ladybug did not freak out on competition day because of a boy. No matter how inconveniently hot he was or the way his voice melted her or how much she wanted to know more about what he hid behind that damned lopsided roguish grin—no, she realized, a sudden image in her mind of the way it had looked when he flashed it at her on the boat. That damn pirate grin.
Marinette shook herself slightly. Not thinking about that now. Definitely not thinking of him in a pirate’s loose shirt and tight pants. Those period dramas were never accurate in their fashion anyway.
She was so doomed. Marinette made a little whine in her throat, throwing her hood up over her head for a second so that she could have a quick freakout to herself.
“Come on, Ladybug,” the very smooth voice she’d been thinking about suddenly teased, and a hand tugged on the front of her hood. “It’s not that bad. We prepared. We’ll make it work.” She hadn’t known him that long but she’d recognize that little shoulder squeeze anywhere.
“I’m fine,” she said, throwing the hood back and smoothing back her hair. “It’s fine, I’m chill.”
Luka chuckled. “You are definitely not chill.”
“Shut up,” Marinette grumbled, and fumbled her bag around to where she could dig in it. Anything to change the subject at this point. “Look, I, um...I have something for you, but I—I don’t want this to be weird, so don’t freak out, okay? It’s just this is a thing with us and it would look weird if you didn’t—so I—well. Here, I made this for you.” She shoved the bundle in his hands and stepped back. “Yours is dire, anyway, it offends me to look at it.” She eyed his ratty old hoodie, and to her chagrin, noted that her statement was less true than it had been since it now bore her red stitching at the seams.
“Oh, we’re back to the tough guy talk now, huh?” Luka chuckled, his eyes on her face not helping her find her equilibrium again at all. “Guess I should have expected that.”
“Yeah, you should have expected that,” Marinette shot back, folding her arms and cocking her hip. “I don’t mess around at game time.” She narrowed her eyes slightly, taking in the way his long fingers tapped against his leg, and though his posture was relaxed as always, now she could see the tightness around his eyes. And though she couldn’t put her finger on what was different, she sensed, too, a change in his energy, a tension and excitement that wasn’t there when he was truly calm and relaxed, like he had been in his home. “And you can’t fool me anymore,” she added. “Neither do you.”
“Guilty,” he shrugged, smile widening. “I have to stay on my toes to keep up with you.” He reached out and tweaked one of her pigtails. “Not gonna lie, I’d have missed the tough talk anyway.”
Marinette spluttered and Luka laughed at her before looking down at the bundle in his hands and starting to unfold it.
All the humor in his face faded away as he held up the hoodie. “Whoa…” he murmured, looking it over, and Marinette held her breath. The body of the hoodie was a deep green, with a diamond pattern in a turquoise that matched his hair and his mech down the outside of the sleeves. The same pattern went down the sides, but on a larger scale.
“Cool,” he said, grinning at her—not his usual relaxed smile, but a full on grin that lit up his eyes, and crap, she hadn’t thought anything could hit her harder than the pirate grin and wink that he used so effectively, but she was wrong.
Marinette bit her lip. “Turn it around.”
He did, and his jaw dropped. On the back was her grinning ouroboros design. “Holy shit,” he breathed, and Marinette’s stomach flipped over as that joyful grin got even wider.
“Language,” Marinette said mildly, inspecting her red nails as if she wasn’t hanging on his every word. “That’s a fine if the officials hear you, mister we-have-sportsmanship-guidelines-for-a-reason.”
“Worth it,” Luka muttered absently. “Marinette, this is... way too much, I’m just a temporary team member—”
“Oh, shut up,” she sighed, grabbing his arm a little less roughly than usual as she tugged him over to an abandoned table. “Look, you’re part of Team Lucky Charm now so just deal with it. And...let me do something nice for you to say thanks for helping me out without making me feel all embarrassed because I had a creative fit and went overboard. We’re a team, we need to look like a team. We need to feel like a team.”
“Now what are we doing?” Luka asked, looking unphased by her manhandling as she shoved him into a chair.
“Fixing your face,” Marinette said firmly. She dumped her makeup bag out on the table and rummaged through it, picking out a couple of different pieces. “The hoodie is just step one.” She held up a makeup palette. Luka looked at it, and then at the red and black mask across her eyes.
“I’m in your hands,” he grinned up at her. “Make me pretty.”
Marinette snorted. “You have too many muscles to be pretty.”
“You have muscles too, you’re still pretty,” Luka protested, pouting. "Why does pretty not get to have muscles?"
“Oh my God, shut up,” Marinette muttered, pouting as she felt her face turn ladybug red as she leaned in to get to work. “I hate you so much right now. Close your eyes.”
“You know red is a nice color on you,” Luka chuckled, doing as she asked.
“Stop making this weird,” Marinette huffed, continuing across the bridge of his nose.
“Why is it weird to think you’re prettier than me?” he asked, clearly amused. “You just said you couldn’t make me pretty, and you’re pretty even without the makeup, so—”
“Stop calling me pretty!” Marinette snapped.
Luka sobered immediately. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to disrespect you.”
Marinette sighed. “I know,” she muttered. “I’m sorry, it’s just...I don’t get called pretty that often, not sincerely anyway, and you just did it like six times like it was nothing. Like you...meant it.”
“Can I open my eyes for a second?” he asked. “This is a weird conversation to have when I can’t see you.”
Marinette sighed, pulling her hands back. “Yeah, go ahead.”
Luka opened his eyes, and those intense, deep blue eyes staring at her from the dark shades of green she’d dusted across his face made her breath catch. “I know you get a lot of disrespect from the guys in these competitions,” he told her, his voice both quiet and low in a way that made her stomach quiver. “I can imagine that after a while it wears on you even when you know it’s not true. So, as a guy, let me just tell you, you are very pretty, and very smart, and a kickass gamer, and you have all the respect I can give you.”
He closed his eyes again and Marinette numbly switched colors, dusting a lighter turquoise that matched his hair over his eyelids, willing her hands to stop shaking. “I won’t say it again if it upsets you,” Luka said quietly. “I just thought you should know.
“It...it’s not that it upsets me exactly…” She added a couple of yellow streaks down from the bottom of the mask like fangs.
“Doesn’t matter. I won’t say it again.” Luka grinned, peeking one eye open. “Can’t have you rattled before the match.”
“As if you could rattle me, Couffaine,” she scoffed with more bravado than she felt.
He glanced down at the eyeliner pencil in her hand and plucked it away with two fingers. “I can do that part.”
“Really?” Marinette said skeptically, handing him a mirror compact. “I’ll be pissed if you ruin all that work.”
Luka opened the mirror and gave her a sideways smirk without turning away from his reflection, which was just unfair as his profile was by far his best angle. “There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, Ladybug.”
“Apparently,” Marinette grinned, propping her hands on her hips as she watched him line his eyes with a quick efficiency that she kind of envied, actually. Then he glanced up at her and stood up.
“Here, come here, you could use a touch up,” he said, gesturing her towards the chair.
Marinette sat and Luka crouched in front of her, reaching for her face. “May I?” he asked before he touched her, and she nodded. He took her chin in his hand and began touching up the spots in her makeup mask. “You’re really something else,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then he seemed to shake himself and he asked, “You and Max do this before every competition?”
“Well, not like this,” she said, careful not to move. “Max doesn’t really do makeup, but he’s got those glasses, you know, the mirrored ones, and the horseshoe necklace, and the hoodie, you know.” She smiled ruefully. “Team Lucky Charm knows how to brand.”
“Somehow I feel like you have a lot to do with that,” he said, and though his grin wasn’t nearly as effective when he was distracted, Marinette still had to swallow with his face so close. “Have you ever thought of doing red lipstick instead of black?”
Marinette blinked. “Not really. Max wears a lot of black so I went with black to tie us together a little more. Why?”
“I just think it would look good on you. I mean, the black looks fine, it looks um...it looks good,” he paused and cleared his throat. “I just think the red would suit you.” He let go of her face and sat back on his heels. “There we go. Can’t have a ladybug walking around with faded spots.” He grinned at her, and Marinette couldn’t help smiling back. He was just so... nice . The real kind of nice, not the fake nice. He was just...he was a really good person and a sweetheart and cute and fun and his smile was so warm and...
Luka tilted his head. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
Marinette blinked quickly. “Well, obviously,” she said, standing up a little too quickly. “That was the whole point of this exercise. Come on, we better, um…”
“We’ve got time,” Luka said easily, but he rolled up to his feet. “Guess I better step up though.” He pulled his ratty old hoodie off, and Marinette was treated to a close-up view of the way his shoulders filled out his black t-shirt and the subtle swell of muscle in his arms before he slid on the fabric of the hoodie she’d made him. “Is this original art?” he asked, making a ridiculous face as he tried to peek over his shoulder. “Did you draw this?”
“Yes,” Marinette said, momentarily forgetting his distracting hotness as she stepped up to settle the hoodie on his shoulders and make sure it hung properly. “It fits okay,” she murmured to herself, smoothing the sleeves down his arm. “Not bad, considering I had to guess your measurements.” She looked up at him and realized he was blushing beneath his green mask. “Oh God, sorry,” she said, jerking her hands back. “It’s just—I’m used to—I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have—I forgot it was you and not one of my clients.”
“I don’t mind,” Luka chuckled, but she swore his cheeks turned pinker, and there was something a little softer than usual in the way he smiled and oh God, she really needed to think about something else. She started to turn away but Luka caught her arm and turned her back for a moment. “Hey,” he said, and his usually strong voice had gone quiet, which was bad for her heart as it took on the velvety tone she had noticed mostly in his singing voice until now. “I just want to say thanks. This is a lot of work to go through for somebody who’s just filling in, and...well, I appreciate it. I’m sorry if I sounded too flip earlier, but I really do appreciate all the work you’re doing to make me a part of the team.”
Marinette could only blink at him for a moment. “You are part of the team,” she said, putting her hand on his arm and squeezing gently. Didn’t he know that? “You’ve acted like part of the team, you’ve done everything I asked. You could have just showed up on match day and filled in and I would still be thanking you. But you really came through and you worked with me and you listened to Max’s lectures and…” She pressed her lips together to stop her rambling, and took a breath, and said simply, “You’re part of the team, Luka. You’re absolutely part of the team. So don’t tell me this is too much, because it’s the least you deserve.”
It was his turn to blink at her, and he opened his mouth slowly, but nothing came out, and he just shut it again and shook his head slightly. “Thank you,” he said, meeting her eyes again.
“We’ll be thanking each other all day at this rate,” Marinette said, unable to look away. “You’ve got your game face on, so. Let’s go, um. Go. Game.” Ugh she was so lame.
“Uh, yeah,” he said, smiling—a different, softer smile than she was used to. “That sounds...pretty much like a plan to me.” He gestured vaguely. “After you?”
More than happy to have an excuse to end the awkward that seemed to plague her through her life, Marinette led the way to the team match hall. Before they could enter, someone called Luka’s name, and they both turned to find a guy in the tournament press team uniform hurrying towards them.
“Great, here come the sharks,” Luka said, putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing. “I’m not sure if I’m sorry or not, we’ll have to decide later.”
“Publicity is good,” Marinette said, pasting on a smile that projected confidence, though the butterflies were acting up again.
“Viperion, good to see you,” the man said, slapped his hand at Luka’s in a weird sort of bro handshake...thing—all one handed, as he was filming with some kind of tablet in the other. They were probably live, Marinette realized. “Changing up your look for the match today?”
“Hey, Tim. Yeah, turns out Ladybug here’s a fantastic artist and designer,” Luka said, holding his arms out a little to show the diamond pattern. “Check it out,” he turned around, displaying the grinning ouroboros design on his back. “You should see the stuff on her Instagram page, man, it’s fantastic. Maybe I’ll commission something from her when I win the championship.” He nudged Marinette with his elbow, grinning.
Marinette responded almost automatically. “Psh, you wish,” she laughed. “You better start saving your pennies, Viperion, because coming in second isn’t going to make your dreams come true.”
Tim looked back and forth between them curiously. “I see playing together hasn’t diminished your rivalry. You and Ladybug have been going head to head for weeks and it’s been a hotly contested match every time. How do you reconcile that with being teammates?”
“Ladybug’s a fantastic player and a great sport,” Luka replied, putting a hand on Marinette’s back with just enough pressure to suggest that she step forward without compelling it. “We make a great team, but we both know that when we’re back to one-on-one...” Luka shrugged and grinned at Marinette. She smiled back and copied his shrug.
“May the best player win,” she finished for him, cocking an eyebrow with a wicked grin.
“You’re currently listed as an alternate,” Tim said, looking at Luka again. “Does the wardrobe change mean you’re replacing Pegasus as a permanent team member?”
Marinette took the step forward. “Absolutely not,” she said, glancing quickly at Luka to make sure he wasn’t offended. He gave her a tiny nod and she continued. “Pegasus and I are partners and that won’t change. It’s nice to know though that we have backup we can count on when we need it. Viperion’s gone above and beyond to help us out and as far as I’m concerned, he’s part of the team and he should look like part of the team.”
“So Viperion, you’re just a temp?” Tim asked.
Luka and Marinette shared a smirk. “I’m a threat,” Luka— Viperion said, giving the camera a wicked smirk that made Marinette’s knees go a little weak. “The competition better watch out because Team Lucky Charm is coming in hot.” He winked.
So hot , Marinette whined in her head, though she managed to keep her composure. If she blushed, hopefully no one would notice under her makeup.
“Well I think I can guarantee there will be a lot of eyes watching the, uh—augmented Team Lucky Charm tonight.” Marinette’s fingers curled into a fist at her side, and she felt Luka touch her back again. “One last question, Viperion, does this mean your dating hiatus is over?”
“Wow, Tim, it took you like a whole thirty seconds to go there,” Luka snorted. “No, it doesn’t. We’ll see you after the match, okay?” He turned and headed for the match hall, Marinette only a startled half-step behind him.
“Thanks for your time, Viperion, it’s a pleasure as always,” Tim called. Luka looked back at him with raised eyebrows and Tim hastily added, “And Ladybug.”
Luka snorted and shook his head as they walked away. His hand twitched towards Marinette’s arm but he didn’t touch her. “You okay?”
“ I’m fine,” she said, looking at him. “Are you?”
“Yeah,” Luka sighed, “Just annoyed. I hate it when he gets personal like that. And I told him that in confidence, he was only supposed to report that I don’t have a girlfriend. I, um—” He glanced at Marinette and cleared his throat. “I had a bad breakup and I’ve been staying away from the dating thing until I had my head on straight. It just—I don’t want you to think I—”
This time Marinette took his arm and squeezed it. “It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it. Especially now, like this, I mean—n-not that you have to talk to me at all I just meant—if you want to, or if you need somebody to listen, I just meant...I mean I’m here. For you. Not...for you for you like he was thinking, but I mean...you’re my...my friend.” The word tasted like ash in her mouth, bitter with memories, and she swallowed as she let go of him.
He only had time to say “thanks,” before they were at the check in and being ushered off to their places, but his hand landed on her shoulder and squeezed, and lingered.
They endured the rest of the usual pre-match whirlwind and finally they were shut into their pyrapod, the noise of the tournament sealed out, and they both took a relieved breath.
“Well,” Luka said, rubbing his hands absently on his thighs before he reached for his controller. “Here goes nothing, right?” His voice was tense and Marinette reached out on instinct and grabbed his hand.
“Hey,” she said, squeezing tight. “We’re good. We worked hard, we did our best to get ready, and we had fun, right? We’ve got this. Even if we lose, I won’t have any regrets.”
“Yeah,” Luka said, and his fingers closed over hers to squeeze back. “Me neither.”
“Just relax,” Marinette said, to herself as much as him as the match countdown began. “Leave everything else outside. Play the game. We got this.” She let go of his hand and there was no more time for talking; they put on their headsets and picked up their controllers and then it was on.
They were a little stiff at first, Luka a bit jumpy and Marinette going a bit harder than necessary, but by the end of that first match they’d found their footing. Luka’s nervousness morphed into eager anticipation and Marinette began to relax into the teamwork and let Luka take his share of the load. Marinette was a little afraid that Luka had been rattled by the question outside, but when the taunting started, which included the inevitable thinly veiled suggestions that their partnership came with benefits, but Luka kept his cool and let Marinette handle it until the match got heated and the insults got more direct. Luka finally snapped, “Hey Ref, what the fuck, are you asleep? Did you read your own handbook, this is bullshit.” It earned him a fine but the official monitoring the channel was quicker to intervene after being publicly called out on livestream.
It wasn’t a sweep but it was close. Even for the matches they lost, Marinette had no complaints; they’d fought for every one and when the screen finally went dark, she had a satisfied smile on her face, though her ears still rang from Luka’s victory cry.
Beside her Luka breathed in deeply, and all the buzzing, excited energy that had filled him as they played seemed to fade from him as he blew it out. “That was intense,” he said, one hand finding her shoulder and squeezing lightly. “We did good, right? You’re happy?”
“We did great,” Marinette smiled, and in the privacy and semi-darkness of the pod, she actually found the courage to lean into his side and slip one arm around his waist in a half hug. “You really stepped up, Luka. I know I said thank you already but, you really bailed me out and you did great. I’m happy to have had you as my partner, even for a little while.”
His hand slid slowly from her near shoulder across her back to the far one, and he squeezed her back gently. “Thanks. You made it pretty simple, honestly.” He sighed. “They’re probably going to want another soundbite when we leave.”
Marinette nodded and pulled away, reaching back to tug the elastics out of her hair and redo her pigtails. “One last opponent to take down,” she sighed, and Luka chuckled.
“Nothing we can’t handle,” he said, sticking his hands in his hoodie pockets.
“You know it,” Marinette said, holding out a hand for a fist bump before realizing his hands weren’t available, and awkwardly dropping hers just as he pulled one out to meet it. She groaned and Luka laughed, pulling her into a loose hug and patting her back lightly. “It’s fine. Come on.”
They emerged from the pod with grins that were maybe a bit bigger than the camera-ready, professional smiles they had intended, but it didn’t matter. Tim grabbed Luka as soon as they were clear of the pod—literally, grabbing Luka’s arm and dragging him off to the side. Marinette followed and heard Tim saying, “—viewer numbers on that match were incredible, and they only went up from there, I’ve never seen a jump that big—”
“You mean to tell me that having a hot girl on camera boosted your viewer ratings?” Luka said dryly. “Who knew. And then they went up after they saw how much ass she kicked? You’re kidding. It’s like some people actually find competent women really attractive or something.” Marinette froze, face reddening. “I’m telling you, Tim, you’re wasting your time on me. There’s your money face.” Luka tipped his head toward Marinette. “Have you watched her play? Her mind is just, it’s amazing the stuff she can come up with on the fly. I’ve watched every one of her matches and they’re crazy entertaining. If you’re not paying attention to her they should be questioning whether you’re qualified for this job.”
As Luka spoke Tim’s mouth dropped open slightly and he turned his eyes slowly on Marinette and she could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears as the wheels started turning in his brain. “Ladybug,” he said quickly, approaching her and pulling a card out of his pocket. “Hey, I just have time for a quick photo op right now with you two but I’d really like a chance to interview you before the next round. This rivalry you’ve got going with Viperion, it was already good stuff, but people are really interested now that they’ve seen you together.”
Marinette drew one of her own business cards out of her pocket and cooly agreed that they could talk. She and Luka went where they were told and posed together. She didn’t really feel like smiling at the moment, but Luka caught her hand and squeezed it for just an instant.
“We did it,” he murmured. “Don’t let their crap take that away from you, okay? Forget all this publicity bull. It’s about the game, and we played it well.”
“Right,” she whispered back. “You’re right. We did. We played it really well.” He grinned at her and she grinned at him and then they both gave their best game time smirks to the camera.
“Sorry,” he muttered as they walked away. “I didn’t mean to volunteer you for anything, it’s just...that’s been bugging me for a long time, and I guess I was still annoyed about earlier, and I just kind of let him have it. Are you going to the afterparty thing, or…?”
“No,” Marinette shook her head. “I’m going to head over and let Max know how it went. He’s doing a lot better now, I’m sure he watched the whole thing and he’s going to want to talk about it. I think he’d feel less left out if I went straight over there.”
“When you put it that way I wish I could too,” Luka said, “But I have another commitment I have to get to after this.”
They walked together out of the conference hall and down the street until Marinette stopped in front of the metro station. “This is me,” she said, nodding to the subway entrance.
“I’m going a different way, so…” Luka leaned his weight onto his heels, ready to step back. “I guess this is it for a while. I’ll see you in the next competition.” He grinned. “You can bet I’ll be practicing so you don’t come in and curb stomp my ass cause I got lazy. Tell Max I wish you both the best, okay?” He started to turn away, and Marinette caught his arm.
“Hey,” she said, looking up at him. “You’ll still be there cheering for us, right?” She smiled and hoped it didn’t look too manic as she let go of him. “Didn’t I tell you? Once you’re one of us, you’re one of us for life.”
Luka gave her a slow grin that made her insides feel like jelly. “You didn’t tell me, actually. Seems like the kind of thing you ought to warn a guy about before he signs up.”
“Oops,” Marinette said airily, raising her hands and hoping they weren’t shaking. “Too bad. You’re Team Lucky Charm for life now.”
“That—” Luka paused and looked away, running his fingers through his hair before he looked back at her. “That actually makes me really happy, Marinette. I’m kind of a loner and...well, it’s been a while since i was part of something I could be proud of.”
Marinette’s eyes widened and she was sure she looked as shocked as she felt. “But you’re so nice,” she blurted out. “I mean, everybody likes you, you have friends all over the place…”
Luka shrugged. “Friends I only see at tournaments. I mean, I do have some good friends, but here people think I’m cool because I win but I know most of them would drop me like a hot rock the second I started losing. Some of them already have, actually.”
Marinette’s throat tightened up at that. He was too nice to say it, but it was because of her, she was sure. Because he was playing with her. She opened her mouth but just looked down, not sure what to say.
“I was in a band, for a while,” Luka continued, either not noticing or tactfully ignoring her sudden inability to form words. “But life happened and we all had to move on, and...I miss that. Feeling part of a group. So thanks for giving it to me, even if all I’m doing from now on is cheering on the sidelines. You ever need someone to step in again, you call me, okay? You’ve got my number now.”
“Yeah,” Marinette said, her hand automatically going to her pocket to grip her phone. “Yeah, I do.”
“Alright, well, I’ll see you around Ladybug,” Luka said, backing away a couple of steps.
Time froze for a second. It wasn’t like she’d never see him again; they’d still get matched up and play and they’d still probably meet up in the tournament but Marinette had felt this way before, and she knew, she knew, that if she let this moment pass, it would be like had been with Adrien. All the closeness and camaraderie they had built up would fade away, and she and Luka would drift apart, back into that lightly teasing but still mostly professional banter they had enjoyed before. It would be fine and they would be friendly and she’d be left wondering what if for the rest of her life. Or worse, trying desperately to save what could have been with a too-late confession that would be awkward and embarrassing and ultimately futile.
Yeah, no thanks. She didn’t want that. She didn’t. She remembered briefly her conversation with Juleka, where she had promised that she wasn’t that person anymore, that she was stronger, braver, able to stand up for herself and others.
Marinette didn’t want any of that to be a lie.
She didn’t want to lose Luka.
Marinette took one quick step forward. “Luka.”
Luka stopped moving, and Marinette took another couple of steps towards him.
“If I, um...If I wanted to use your number some other time,” she said, looking anywhere but at him, aware that she was blushing. “Maybe if I just wanted some company, or someone to s-see a movie with, would...would that be okay?” She bit her lip, forcing herself to meet his eyes.
He didn’t move for a second, and Marinette began to quietly panic on the inside, that maybe she’d been too blunt, or not blunt enough, or maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe she was crazy and this moment hadn’t meant anything. Maybe she was imagining everything that had passed and he wasn’t into her and now she looked like a desperate, lovesick idiot. Again.
“Yeah, definitely,” he finally said, and the smile on his face was one that she’d never seen on him before. “I’d like that. I’d love that, actually. Sometime. Anytime. Whenever.” He shut his mouth with a look on his face that she was very familiar with, the oh God why can’t I shut up look, and she couldn’t help a smile. It was kind of nice to be on the receiving end of that one instead of the one panicking.
“Okay then,” Marinette said, smile growing, genuine and happy. “I’ll text you. Sometime. Or you can text me, if you feel like it. Whichever.”
“Cool,” he said, and Marinette’s smile might have slid into a smirk at the way he was blushing. In fact he seemed to be growing pinker by the second. “I’ll talk to you soon then.”
He turned and walked away quickly, and Marinette watched him go with a sensation not unlike chugging three cans of Red Bull in a row. She turned around and walked three steps calmly before letting out a little squeal and running the rest of the way to the train platform, ignoring the guard that shouted at her.
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Kingdom of the Sun [Fire Lord Zuko] 4
Chapter Warnings: None
Story Rating: M
Pairings: Zuko/OC
Kingdom of the Sun MASTERLIST
Last Airbender MASTERLIST
My MASTERLIST
Two Years Ago…
"Have you ever heard the story of 'The Man that Fell in Love with the Sun?' It's a story about a man made out of wax, that- as the title says- falls in love with the Sun and everybody warned him not to get too close, but he didn't listen, and he did. Because of it he got too close and melted which resulted in his death."
Tsai eyed her brother oddly with a disturbed expression in her features. This was very… uncharacteristic of her brother. Mecha didn’t read anything unless he had to. Much less novels and less for pleasure.
"That's pretty morbid…"
He lowered the book and tossed his head back in frustration on the chair in which he was reading. "Do you think Mai will like it?" He asked raising his head looking at her with a dreamy expression on his face.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes and turn her eyes back to the reflection on her vanity. Starring down a blemish on her face. "I'm sure she'll love it," she retorted mindlessly while brushing her wavy auburn hair back. "It's right up her alley… Although, It's not like you. To actually read to impress a girl."
"Ha!" He let out a chuckle and stood up. "But she's not just any girl." Her brother said before approaching her and messing up her combed hair. She glowered at him. “Also – I do read. I just don’t care for entretaintment literature.”
"Get out of my room Mecha!" She barked pointing at the door.
"Very, very unlike you to take time off work to go visit your boyfriend in the Mainland." He teased leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed over his wide chest.
"I'm not taking off time. I'm going to go negotiate," she let out an exhausted huff while glaring at a single hair that remained standing up in defiance of her hairbrush. "And you know he can't just take the day off, I mean he is the Fire Lord."
She was excited to visit Zuko in the Fire Nation's capital. It had been a year since the end of the One Hundred Year War, and both had last seen each other since sometime after the war. Long distance was hard, the fact that he was an absolute monarch at the age of eighteen and she was back home in the colonies attempting to hold a revolutionary uprising or a civil war from happening made things even harder. Regardless, the two were trying their best sending each other letters and gifts on the daily to stay in contact.
Life without him was hard; specially after a year of being around each other both day and night.
Visiting wasn't only hard because of the distance and both of their terrible schedules. There was also another problem…
"Whatever, I've warned you plenty of times and mom has warned you. It is not safe. You're going to get yourself killed or assassinated in some brutal way."
One of their main enemies was her own father.
Azah had been the Vice-Royal Governor of Yu Dao, after the end of the war his post was overtaken by his son Mecha, and he fled that same day. The man hadn't been seen since then. He was considered a fugitive and enemy of the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom and was currently leading the Colonial Liberation Movement. A movement dedicated to the liberation of the colonies as one independent governmental identity which was neither affiliated with the Earth Kingdom or the Fire Nation.
His ideology wasn’t wrong, it was shared with his children and some of the other citizens of the colony. However, his means to achieve his goal, terroristic attacks, bombings and kidnappings…
That’s were morality drew the line and things went awry.
Xxx
Mecha had been right.
Tsai had taken a warship to the Mainland. On her way there was a pirate attack. Nothing her and her troops couldn't handle, but it was something that she definitely wasn't going to tell Zuko. What would be the use in worrying him? He already had enough on his plate as things were.
A couple of days later the warship had docked in the Fire Nation. They arrived earlier than expected.
Her stomach flipped in excitement and nervousness. She was so excited to see him, to hug him. Just to be around him. She missed him so much her heart would leap every time she got news or even a letter from him. She took in a deep breath in hopes of soothing her jumping nerves.
She walked on the docks, adjusting her clothes, running hands through her hair, pacing. She couldn’t contain the smile on her face as she rushed down the ramp ready to see Zuko.
But he wasn’t there. Instead, she was surprised to see Mai out of all people waiting for her at the docks. She stood surrounded by a handful of Fire Nation guards. She thought the maximum security was a little odd but decided not to comment on it.
The scene was almost reminiscent of the time she had welcomed her and Ty Lee from prison about a year ago.
Mai looked just about the same as Tsai remembered. Midnight jet black hair that was straight and reached past her midback, it was styled in the same fashion. Her skin remained a flawless porcelain composure and she stood tall looking as graceful and elegant as always.
"Mai!" She said surprised and gave the girl a friendly hug.
"Welcome to the Mainland." Mai said dully in the same tone she always spoke in. She didn't hug back. It was hard to tell if she was happy to see her or not. "It's good seeing you Tsai." Then again, Mai did not seem like the touchy feel type.
"I'm afraid the Fire Lord is in a meeting, but he'll come and see you as soon as he's out." She explained, hands hidden inside her sleeves. "I'll show you to your room."
From what Tsai knew Mai was one of Zuko's advisors. Considering they lived in times where they didn't who to or who not to trust it had been a good decision to appoint her. After all, Mai was educated and one of his oldest friends.
Her brows turned up in disappointment when Mai turned away from her. He still had meetings scheduled during her visit. They had been planning this for weeks! Why couldn't he just take a day off?
Mai lead her to the room where she would be staying in inside the Royal Palace. She could never quite get used to the intimidating feeling she got from looking up at the golden dragon carved walls of the entrance.
"This is your room," Mai said dully standing outside. The guards behind carried some of the luggage that she had brought back with her from the colonies. "If he takes too long, I'll be in the study room. You can join me if you want." Tsai nodded at the invitation.
"He shouldn't be long." She added. "Oh and be ready, you're in for one hell of a weekend." The slightest of uncharacteristic sly smiles made way to her face. Why did it sound like she was… hiding something? However, her tone did not seem to hide any ill intentions.
‘What was that all about?’
She stepped into the royal guest room. One that had a queen bed and looked as if maroon had thrown up in here. Maroon bed covers, matching curtains, a rug of the same color and even canopy arches with more curtains. The room was austere. The guards left after a moment and said they'd be waiting outside ready to escort her anywhere she wished to go.
It was a very different feeling being here as a guest and not as a prisoner…
She leaned against one of the window's arches and looked out to see the vast kingdom that magnificently spread out until it blended in the horizon with the ocean. To her this was a foreign land…
“What to do now…” She pondered to herself. Maybe she just would take up Mai in that offer and go hang out in the study with her.
Suddenly the door was slammed wide open.
"- It's not my fault her ship got here early! Now, go, go, go! Before she gets to her-" A voice that was foreign to her dropped. A handful of servants stepped in each one of them carrying heavy porcelain vases that seemed to be hundreds of years old and intricately carved. Each one of them had been filled with sun flowers the size of her hands all in colorful shades of yellow, orange, vermillion and bright red. "Room…" the voice finished.
Boxes and boxes of gifts large, small, medium all professionally wrapped and decorated were also ushered in.
Her eyebrows went up to her hairline as she looked at everything they had brought into the once austere room which was now crowded in presents and flowers. She suddenly felt a little guilty considering she hadn’t brought him anything.
"Ah, sorry about that. You must be Lady Tsai from Yu Dao." A mousy man a little older than her stepped in. His hair was light brown and worn in a bowl cut style tied back in a low ponytail behind. "I'm Nezu," he lightly bowed. "I'm Fire Lord Zuko's assistant." He said clumsily tripping over an edge in the carpet.
"Nice to meet you?" She said eyeing the man oddly. Zuko had never mentioned that he had an assistant to himself.
She was so distraught interacting with the assistant and glancing at the overwhelming number of flowers and gifts in her room. That she didn't even notice the Fire Lord walk into her room.
"Tsai!"
She knew that voice. She snapped her attention away from the assistant rudely and turned to see Zuko standing beneath the doorway. She felt warm, her heart jumped to her throat, stomach prickling with butterflies which made her feel like a schoolgirl.
“Zuko!” She beamed and ran into his arms.
She relished his touch, the warmth of his body. Both were so engrossed in each other they didn’t even realize when everybody scattered out of the room just as quickly as they had arrived. She buried her nose on his shoulder and in took that familiar scent she had missed so much. Firewood and that odd hint of eucalyptus they washed his clothes with.
He was taller, he also felt stronger.
“Your hair, it’s so long!” She said holding on to the sides of his face. Brushing a hand through the bangs that not fell past his eyes and were split in the middle.
He didn’t waste another second and kissed her. Chastely, innocently, very much like the type of love they had.
“I missed you too,” she responded and kissed him back.
But maybe not as innocently…
Her arms tangled around his neck and she pulled him to her pressing their bodies together. Her feet almost moving on their own stepped back into the bed pulling him forward. Maybe their love had been innocent when they were teenagers, but now that they were adults. She wanted more, she needed more of him.
“Woah,” He broke the kiss and held on to one of the bed’s posts for support remaining standing. He let out a nervous chuckle. “We have to get going,” he said his eyes darting back to the door behind them and she didn’t know if he was oblivious to the hint she had just dropped or if they really had to be somewhere else. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”
She leaned back on her elbows sitting up and tried to meet his avoidant gaze. With a frustrated sigh she blew a lost hair out of her frustrated face.
"Come on," He said reaching for her hand pulling her up.
“Who are we meeting?” She asked as he led her through the Fire Nation’s palace corridors. “Are we meeting the Minister of International Affairs? Do you think he’d sign for the liberation of the colonies?” She asked.
“No…” He said avoidantly not wanting to touch on the subjects.
“Well, do you think he’d sign? I mean if you’re signing on it on, he can’t tell you no, right?”
Again, he remained silent, not wanting to discuss the topic. She looked at his face profile oddly. Zuko was signing on it, right?
The liberation and secession of half of his territory. Territory that had been unfairly taken away from the Earth Kingdom and sowed and exploited under the cruel fist of colonization.
However, his silence said otherwise.
Xxx
The two arrived at a nice restaurant that was close to the palace. They walked in and were ushered to a private room in the back where there was a table with four chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a dark-haired girl that didn't look older than seven and a woman with matching straight, dark hair that reached her mid back.
The woman stood up and turned around smiling warmly at the two of them. Her eyes were a matching shade of gold and her hair was parted down the middle. She was beautiful. Both of them greeted Zuko excitedly and hugged him.
Tsai looked at them with a perplexed expression confused at who these people were. All this time she thought they would be attending some type of political cabinet meeting.
"Tsai, I want you to meet my mother. This is my younger sister Kiyi."
Externally she looked at both of them and smiled pleasantly just like she had been taught to do her whole life. She even straightened out her back standing a little straighter. Internally she could've murdered him in the spot.
‘WHY DIDN'T HE MENTION HE HAD MEET HIS MOTHER?!
HE COULD'VE GIVEN ME A HEADS UP OR SOMETHING. ANYTHING.’
She let out a surprised "Oh!" taken back by the introduction.
"Uh- It's very nice meeting you!" She said bowing her head in respect before his mother. "I really wish Zuko would've told me I was meeting you two." She rambled nervously shooting him a deathly glare before smiling back at his family.
She wasn't expecting his mother to actually hug her. She looked at her surprised at the sudden contact. She held her as if she had known her whole life. "It is so nice to finally meet you. My son has told me a lot about you." She held her at an arm's length. "I'm Ursa."
“And I’m Kiyi!” The younger girl said hugging her waist.
They were both to welcoming. It was hard to believe that Ursa was actually related to Azula and well had actually been married to that monster Ozai.
Tsai took a seat before Ursa and next to Zuko. Kiyi sitting in front of her brother.
"Yeah, Zuzu always talks about you." Kiyi laughed lightly. “Your hair really is the color of tomatoes. Can I touch it? Can I be one of your bridesmaids when you marry my brother?"
"Kiyi!" Both her mother and brother turned to give her what looked like a warning gaze. Zuko panicked and defensibly stomped on Kiyi's foot.
"Ouch!"
"...I look like a tomato?" She asked weakly, this time actually resembling a prime red tomato. "Only sometimes?" He said sheepishly placing a panicky kiss on her cheek.
She shot him an angry glare. Today was really not what she had been expecting.
"A cute tomato!”
"So," She began awkwardly. "I'm very happy that you two- you three found each other." She said looking between the family with a small smile. Her tone was friendly but Zuko understood that she demanded an explanation. Why the hell had never mentioned it?
He seemed to hear past her friendly tone and understand her true question.
"I wish I could've told you. I wanted to tell you, but you can never be too careful. What if the message was intercepted? It was too risky."
Right. So why the hell couldn't he have said anything in the past hour that she had been here?!
"I'm afraid it's a long story," Ursa apologized with a small smile.
They ordered their food and tea and Ursa explained how she had been exiled for what she hinted at as the assassination of Fire Lord Azulon. She explained how she ran away, went to the Mother of Faces, traded in her memory and face for a new one and rekindled with her young love, married him and had Kiyi. It really was more complicated than she had let out.
Lunch was pleasant. Tsai really liked both his mother and sister. Both were warm people with good hearts. She definitely felt welcomed into the family and right at home with the two.
"Fire Lord, I don't mean to interrupt." Zuko's assistant interrupted poking his head in. "But we have a situation." He said poking his head into the small room. Zuko sighed, his expression shifting into a stressed one he apologized and stood up. Kiyi chased after him saying his name.
It was only Ursa and Tsai together alone in the room.
There was a brief shared moment of solemn silence between the two. Tsai took an awkward sip of her hot tea.
"I know what you must be thinking," Ursa began. "About what I did to be banished and hide away from my children for as long as I did… But I did what I had to do to save my son and the rest. I'm just happy to have my memories and my son back."
She looked at her a little struck. "Actually… I really wish I could've known I was meeting you and Kiyi. I would've brought some candies from Yu Dao, souvenirs or something."
“Oh no, no, don’t worry. Like I said we were both just really excited to meet you and for you to move here”
Tsai blinked twice confused and lowered her beverage, “Move here?”
What did she mean by that?
Ursa looked a little struck by the younger woman’s perplexed reaction. Both heard Kiyi walking back with her older brother. She laughed at something and Zuko looked flustered at something she had said to him.
“Zuko tells me you partake in herbalism and botanics too!” Ursa steered the conversation topic with ease.
“It’s more of a hobby,” the girl followed. “I originally became interested in plants because of their tea properties. I make a great cup, probably as good as Uncle Iroh's. I'd love to make one for you one day!” Despite the smile on her face her thoughts were still distraught with Ursa’s comment.
What exactly had she meant by that comment?
Other than that lunch was great.
“It was so nice meeting you,” she said sincerely to Zuko’s mother. “But we have to go get ready. We���ve got tickets to see Love Amongst the Dragons.”
“Really?”
Zuko nodded with a smile and wrapped an arm around her side pulling her close to him. He was obviously excited to show it to her, after all it was his favorite play.
“You’ll have a great time!” Ursa said clapping her hands together wishing them well.
They bid Ursa and Kiyi farewell and returned to the palace.
“I’ll meet you in the parlor room soon,” Zuko bid a momentary goodbye to his girlfriend before retreating to his room to change into his own evening robes.
Already on edge from the long day’s travel, the surprise introduction to his mother and sister, and his disposition to not speak about the liberation of the colonies, she was more than happy to catch a moment to herself alone.
She walked in and slowly closed the door behind her resting her palms and leaning against it letting out a draining breath she had been holding all day long.
Suddenly her breath caught. A surprised scream trapped in her throat as she looked at the mess in the middle of the room. The maroon covers had been tossed to the ground and the white sheets were stained and smeared with black tar mud spelling one word: blood.
The muddled message was clear. Mud-blood.
A most derogative name given to Fire Nationers that mixed with Earth Kingdom people. She wasn’t welcomed here.
Her eyes darted around the room dangerously looking for any sign of the intruder but there was none. She was ready and on the offensive, ready to strike with one or the two hidden blades underneath her long sleeves. There didn’t seem to be anybody else in the room. She looked down at the message on the bed sheets. It was obvious, somebody clearly didn’t want her to be here…
She swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in her throat and angrily wrapped up all the sheets together in a bundle before throwing them under the bed. There was no way she was letting this ruin their evening. There was also no way she was sleeping in this room tonight.
It was best she kept this to herself for now.
It was then that there was a knock on the door. She flinched towards it with a raised arm ready to strike whatever was behind the door.
She opened it only to reveal three terrified stylists standing outside with their briefcases and tools.
The three looked horrified and clearly shaken up.
It was a hair stylist, make-up artist and a fashion stylist holding several outfits.
Oh.
Some moments later Tsai was escorted to the parlor room where Zuko was waiting for her. He was wearing an elegant set of maroon robes with a gold trim. He wore his hair piece crown and his hair up, bangs covering most of his forehead. He looked absolutely regal. She looked like his proper match, a lady from the Mainland wearing a long evening ochre Fire Nation styled dress. Half of her hair pulled up in a top knot fashion and bangs split down the middle.
He looked at her struck and grinned broadly as she took her arm and they both made way to the Royal Theatre.
Maybe this was just what the two needed an evening at the theater to clear their heads and forget about everything that had happened earlier.
The clothes she was wearing were nice, but it wasn’t what she was normally used to wearing. This fashion was foreign to her, it just reminded her how much more she did not belong here.
All eyes were inconspicuously fixed on the two of them as they walked into the theatre. She didn’t want to stop and think if the prying eyes were fixed on them in admiration or in judgement of their relationship. She wanted to push it to the back of her head and forget about it, but the words still lingered there: mudblood. It wasn’t only that, she felt violated. Somebody had intruded on her space with threatening means.
Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces in the crowd. Who would it have been? She wondered if the person responsible was also in the same room as them.
The two were escorted to the Fire Nation’s Royal viewing box were the two sat alone in private with a perfect view of the stage. Fire Nation guards keeping guard right outside for their safety.
Thankfully there was also wine. That should put both of their nerves at ease.
“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered against her ear.
“Really? What is it?” She asked in an excited tone before her expression rapidly shifted to a sardonic one. “Do you want me to meet your grandmother now too?” She teased still a little upset at the fact he hadn’t warned her about introducing her to his mother and sister.
“Believe me, I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. You can never be too careful when sending mail during these times. You never know who’s reading our letters or what an enemy would do with that information.”
Yeah, you also never know who’s opening our mail or lurking the Royal Palace swearing mud on people’s sheets. An unpleasant chill went down her spine at the thought. She chugged her glass of red wine and agreed with him.
He noted the uneasy look on her face and reached for her hand. She smiled at the comforting gesture and kissed his face.
“I’m really excited for this.”
They watched the play and Zuko was literally mouthing the words. He was such a dork. The production really wasn’t as terrible as the time they watched “The Boy in the Iceberg” with the Ember Island Players.
“So, what’s the surprise?” She whispered during one of the intermissions already on her third glass of wine. All of the day’s problems in a faraway place. She placed her hand on his upper thigh and he tensed under her touch. It took him a moment and he grabbed her hand carefully removing it from the area.
“Are you going to tell me?” She leaned even closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. Fingers lightly stroking the soft fabrics. Zuko sat like a wall, completely hard, not caving into the dangerous look in her eyes.
“It-It’s about to start,” he stammered, before nervously clearing his throat.
She sat back in her chair displeased and glared at the stage.
Xxx
“Zuko where are you taking me?” She asked him as he led her inside and down the stairs of an ancient Fire Nation temple, one that was almost as old as the nation itself.
The guards that had been escorting them throughout the capital waited outside.
“You’ll see,” he said looking back at her as they walked down the ancient stone stairs. The humidity in the air was dense, moisture greeting them as they reached several levels underground. Several Fire Sages bowed to their Fire Lord. She held on to his hand as they advanced and she noted that his palm was sweaty, he also had a tense look on his face.
They walked inside of the Dragon Crypts. A graveyard. A hollow stone room filled with the majestic skeletons of hunted dragons. She could smell the moisture in the air blended with the scent of incense and myrrh. What the hell were they doing here? It was actually kind of spooky.
“Hmm,” She hummed now hugging onto his arm.
They walked into the Dragon Crypts which are filled with dragon skeletons, it smells like myrrh, its dark, there are candles lit everywhere. It's low key creepy. There are actually people buried here. “So mysterious…”
“I told you I could be mysterious,” He said slyly. That he had.
He led her through the labyrinth of rows, bones, craniums caskets carved out of polished marble and stone were his ancestors remains lay. Actually, it wasn’t spooky, it was a little unsettling.
She was about to ask just where the hell he was taking her when they stumbled upon a glowing chamber. The small chamber at the end was illuminated by what she swore were almost a hundred candles. They lit the room with a warm glow. They were all placed around the front of an empty carved stone slab where a casket would one day go. She gave him a confused look, and both took a seat on the empty slab. She looked around the room oddly and noted that one of the caskets in the chamber was engraved with his grandfather’s name the one opposite of the room had the name of Sozin, his great-grandfather.
She couldn’t help but smile a little at him. Only he could find an evening spent in the family’s crypts to be romantic. She still had her arms wrapped around his, chin propped on his shoulder.
“I’m so happy to be here with you,” she confessed closing her eyes for a moment. She wasn’t sure if it was her or the wine talking.
“Even if it’s a creepy graveyard filled with dead people and skeletons.”
He looked at her and smiled a little before catching her lips in his. His kiss was soft, innocent. They broke for a moment and she smiled provocatively at him. She pressed her lips against his kissing him harder, wanting more, needing more from him. Her hands were exploring his chest, wrapping around his neck as she clung to him. However, he was wary of her touch. Almost shy.
He put his hands on hers shoulders and lightly pushed her off his body. Unaware of this, she groaned slightly and sat up, bringing her knees on the slab, leaning forward planting a kiss on his jaw, on his neck, behind his ear. Every kiss becoming hotter and more lustful.
“I brought you here to ask you something,” he interrupted brashly removing her body from his and holding her at an arm’s length again. She looked at him skeptical, almost upset.
“Why don’t you want to touch me?” She demanded transparently, almost cross.
“I need to ask you something,” he emphasized again. His hands shaking slightly as his fingers sank into the flesh of her shoulders.
She arched an eyebrow frustrated and remained silent expecting his question.
“These are the Dragon Catacombs,” He explained. “It's where Fire Lords are buried. My grandfather was buried and so was his grandfather as well as the rest of my ancestors and one day too, I will be buried here." He explained the morbid concept.
Her face shifted to a perplexed expression; eyebrows furrowed with concern. She had no clue just what he was getting at.
He took her hands in his and held them in a slightly tight grip, his thumbs stroking her knuckles. Hands clammy and uncomfortably warm.
“Lie in the same grave with me?”
She moved her head to the side still looking at him with an odd expression. There was a hopeful glint to his eyes.
She hummed a little, as she sought her words carefully. This seemed important to him for some peculiar reason. “Would we… fit?” She drawled out slowly testing her confused tone.
He pulled her hands closer to him and lowered his head for a moment.
“Tsai... What I’m asking you-” he let out a deep breath that he had been holding. “I’m asking you to marry me.”
She looked as if she had been split by a bolt of lightning.
Now everything made sense.
All of the little looks that Mai had been giving her. His mother and his sister’s comments towards her. She was expecting everything but this. She didn’t smile, her face didn’t flush with a colorful joy, he wasn’t sure if she was even breathing.
She hadn’t even realized he had been pleading her to say something anything. She looked like she was in shock. He looked at her concerned, his expression dropping. This was supposed to be one of the happiest memories of their lives. He felt a tightness in his chest. His heart dropping at the look on her face.
“Why don’t you want to have sex?” She dead panned, her eyes glazing as they stared blankly at him.
“What are you talking about?”
Oh, he knew what she was talking about. The fact that he was playing dumb made her even more peeved.
“Every time I try to get intimate with you, or touch you, you freeze up. Why?”
“We don’t have to talk about this right now,” he clammed up in denial wanting to avoid the subject all together. It was just like he had done earlier when she had asked him about the liberation of the Fire Nation’s colonies.
“Actually-“ Her eyes widened as she looked at him in disbelief. “Since you just asked me to marry you, we do.” She dropped her arms to the sides. “Do you not find me attractive?”
“What? No-No,” He shook his head. “I do. Trust me. I do.”
She looked at him with a baffled expression her eyes fixed on his still demanding an explanation. Probing if he was being truthful or not.
It took him some time to choose his words carefully. “It just seems disrespectful.” He divulged after a moment.
The puzzled look in her eyes never left her face. ‘What the fuck did that mean?’
“We’re not married. It would be wrong.”
She fought the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. She had the gut feeling that this might be the issue, but really hoped- she prayed that it wouldn’t.
There was a reason why Mainlanders of the Fire Nation had spread that nasty rumor that people from the colonies were stereotypically promiscuous. It was because of the conservative nature of the relationships Mainlanders had. Mainlanders believed that one had to remain pure and save themselves for their partners by remaining pure until marriage. It would be a respectful stain not too. However, since life in the colonies had been off to a rough start when the colonization of the lands began, death tolls were high, because of that morals became looser as colonizers were encouraged to copulate in order to populate the land faster.
“No it wouldn’t,” she shot back. “We’re both consenting adults and we love each other. How can that be wrong?”
A hopeful smile grew on her features as she wrapped her arms around his neck again. Yet eyes didn’t meet hers. She looked at him intently, hopefully.
“I’m not ready.”
Looking at him with disbelief she removed her arms from him. They rested on his shoulders for a moment and she sucked in a deep breath.
“Okay,” she said weakly. She wrapped her arms around herself and hung her head feeling rejected. In all honesty today had been a terrible day. Everything about it had been awful. This was going to be hard, but she could work with it. She could be patient. She had to be mature and respect his decision despite the terrible urge she felt.
He looked at her concerned and stood up rounding around her and dropping in one knee in front of her. Again, he reached for her hands taking them in his. “Let’s get married,” it didn’t sound like a question, it sounded more like a statement.
“I’m not ready.”
She stood up, walking away from him. Both looked away from each other uncomfortably. She really wasn’t ready. It wasn’t the right time. Not right now. Not like this.
She knew he was the man that she was going to marry, she had no doubts about that. It just really wasn’t the right time.
There were still mountain loads of work that she had to do back at home. She wouldn’t feel comfortable committing to such kind of engagement without prioritizing her own dream of accomplishing the liberation of the colonies. His colonies. Much less moving all the way across the ocean to the Fire Nation to be… Fire Lady.
Tsai kept her gaze away from his. She didn’t want to look at the hurt expression on his face. At the way his body slouched, and his fists trembled at his sides from what one could only interpret as anger or frustration. Maybe both. She couldn’t bear looking at the dejected expression on his face.
Zuko’s mind was pounding as a pulsating migraine quickly set in making it feel as if he had just splattered against a cinder brick wall. His heart ached. He had only been planning this his whole life. If they loved each other and wanted to be together why did anything else have to matter?
“You know what you’re acting like?” He snapped hurt. The flames surrounding them growing with his ire almost touching the ceiling which made the room feel smaller, hotter, more unpleasant. His tone fueled with anger as he turned towards her. It was that infamous temper he was known for. “You’re acting like a-“ He tried to swallow his angry words. “Like a-!” The word vomit was threatening to spill.
She looked at him expectantly. Waiting for the ball to drop for him to strike her with his sharp words. He almost let out a growl. A look on his eyes. He scowled let out a rumble and turned away from her once again.
“Like a what?” She challenged stepping forward her eyes blazing with resentment. How could he react in such a graceless matter? He wasn’t being fair. He was being selfish. She had gracefully and patiently accepted his choice, but he couldn’t accept hers? “Say it!” She barked her words echoing the small chamber.
She knew what he was thinking. She wanted to hear him say it. She wanted to make him angry.
Instead he remained silent averting her furious gaze. Looking away from her. Growing dead silent.
“Like a damn colonial?” She spat out the ugly stereotype as it was venom.
“That is not what I was going to say.” He defended.
“Oh yeah? Then what were you going to say?” She challenged.
“You’re putting words in my mouth Tsai!” He shot back.
“Well I have to put them there since you won’t communicate! You’ve been egg shelling around me all day long. You talk about taking this next big step together, but you can’t even bring yourself to do it physically, much less emotionally.”
“What about you? I am trying to talk but you won’t listen. All that you’re thinking about is sex.”
She gritted her teeth together.
“That’s not all I’m thinking about. What about the colonies? Where would I live? I can’t come and live here, not until the colonies are independent, which may I remind you – they are not! What would I even do here? Also- your people, they hate me!”
“What would you do? Plenty! You can do whatever you want- have anything you want. My people don’t hate you and even if they did why would that matter? The Fire Nation’s been closed off from the rest of the world for a hundred years, naturally they are mistrustful of strangers. Give them time and they’ll love you just like I love you.”
But it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t the fact that she wasn’t from here. It was the fact that half of her person, half of her culture, half of her family was from the Earth Kingdom. An ethnic group and nationality that had been an enemy of the nation he led for the past one hundred years.
Sure, maybe half of her was Fire Nation, maybe her whole heart was Fire Nation, but as long as that part of her still ‘tainted’ her blood with mud… She thought of the sneering looks that the Fire Sages gave her when they walked into the temple. They’d never accept her, and he’d never understand. Her eyes welled with tears at the thought. The dark words smeared on her mattress mudblood.
The thought they couldn’t be together, the thought that there would always be an obstacle between them. It pained her. She felt her heart twisting in pain, stomach churning at the horrible realization.
“You want the colonies to be free?” He looked down at her pausing for a moment. “Fine! Consider it done.” He shouted.
She flinched at his aggressive tone and looked at him shocked, her eyes glassy and loaded with tears threatening to spill.
“It’s not the right time…” She whispered tears spilling down her eyes. “For either of us. There’s still a lot I have to do before leaving my life, and it’s obvious that we both still have a lot of growing up to do.”
He looked at her crying face and he suddenly felt guilt wash over him. He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have said half of the things he said. His expression softened. “Tsai…” He whispered her name shaking his head lightly. He looked at her red nose and at her swollen face. Sure, it had been a bad fight, but it wasn’t worth the rivers of tears that were streaming down her face.
“I want to marry you,” she admitted meekly. “I do, but we can’t do that.” She lowered her gaze shifting on her feet uncomfortable. “Not right now anyways…”
The anger melted off both of them and she embraced him burying her head on his shoulder. He could feel her tears seeping through his clothes. He held her tightly, mellowing in their sadness.
Then they suddenly heard a brief flickering. It sounded like a rapid clicking. Both of their eyes turned to look at a particular candle that was flickering peculiarly. It suddenly stopped; the flame dying giving both the most awful feeling. They made eye contact and their eyes drifted back to the candle.
Uh-Oh…
It was a bomb. The candle exploded. Both fell back with the recoil from the explosion. He barely managed to bend a sphere of fire that barely shielded them. Both sat up in the floor, heaving, coughing the black smoke that filled the small chamber. Rocks, and other parts of the catacomb crumbled everywhere.
“Are you okay?” She reached for him concerned. Her eyes scanned the ceiling hoping it wouldn’t collapse on them.
“Fine. You?" He mumbled dusting his clothes off.
She sighed.
There was that too…
The constant assassination attempts.
“I'm sorry, this is all my fault. This was a mistake. My brother was right. I shouldn't have come."
“What?” He sat up and looked at the debris around him.
“The bomb. Someone's been trying to kill me.”
“You’re not the only one.”
She looked at him in shock, neither had said that to each other. She thought about the hordes of Fire Nation guards and escorts that seemed to follow them around everywhere. Well, that made a lot more sense now.
She stood up first and helped him rise. He stumbled weakly. Still with his hand in hers she led him away and out of the catacombs, but his steps were low, stumbling. She looked back at him, he looked pale. She stopped and he seemed to wave for a moment. He reached for his temple seeming pale.
She had only seen that look on his face once before.
“No, no. Please! not right now,” she cried out and managed to catch his dead weight before he collapsed unconscious.
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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Seventeen - Home Sweet Home
Word Count: 2.3K
Summary: Aria is given the opportunity to meet her real dad. Aria and JJ are both in for a pleasant surprise.
Warnings: Smut. Typos probably?
A/N: I don’t have that much to say. I just want to thank you everyone for liking, following, and especially reblogging. Your support means so much to me when you guys share this with others, because it truly helps. That will be all, I hope you guys enjoy, and stay safe my lovies. ;) (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of theses characters.)
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3 Months
Every bone in my body is shaking as of now. My feet would not stop tapping away as JJ drove the car. He takes notice of my nervous state. “Babe, you’re shaking so hard, the baby’s rocking.” I just chuckle nervously. “What’s up babygirl?” He asked placing a hand on my bare thigh, the warm gesture erupts butterflies in my stomach.
“Nothing, I’m just really nervous to meet him.” I confess, referring to Jamie, my real father. Today is the day I get to meet him for the first time. We’re having dinner with him and my mom. “C’mon babe, you have nothing to worry about. He’s going to love you. He already does.” JJ attempts to reassure me. “But what if he’s disappointed in me about the pregnancy. He’s going to be a grandfather in six months, that’s got to come as a shock to him.” Despite being fully aware of who my biological father is and having many opportunities to meet him, I always kept avoiding, out of fear that he’d already disown me.
“Aria, he is not Claude. Everyone in the cut knows he’s a nice guy. He’s tranquilo. Most easy going guy I’ve ever met. Plus, you're a spectacular woman. He’d be crazy not to love you. I know I do.” JJ gives me one of his infamous winks, making me blush. It feels just like yesterday, when we met and he was already making me weak in the knees with his flirtatious compliments. He really knows how to make a girl’s heart throb.
I attempt to reach back and grab my purse from the backseat, but JJ stops me from doing so. “Whoa whoa. Hold your horses babygirl. I’ll get it for you.” He reaches back himself once we hit a red light. I just roll my eyes at him. “I’m pregnant. Not crippled.” JJ ignores my comment. “Exactly, which means you shouldn't be doing hard work.” My eyes roll once again as I retrieve my breath mints. I take one more in my hand, before leaning over to JJ. My fingertips skim over his warm lips, which he gladly opens up for the minty goodness, his moist tongue skims my nails.
I giggle and peck his lips. He smiles and hums. “God, I wish we were behind closed doors. The things I’d do to you would leave you in a moaning mess.” His hot breath fanned my face. “Don’t worry lover boy, I’m gonna take good care of you.” I say seductively, my hand cups his growing bulge. He nearly melted under my forbidden touch. “Baby, you don’t have too.” It doesn't stop me from unzipping his shorts and pull down his boxers. “I want to. You're so stressed lately, with all your work, let me help you relax.”
I take him in my hand, causing him to release a relieved sigh. All of his pent up tension and stress seemed to melt away when I wrapped my luscious lips around his tip. The taste of his pre cum invaded my taste buds immediately. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the other one explored my brown locks, as I took him in deeper. My pink flushed cheeks began to turn a dark crimson red. The pool of wetness began to grow in silky velvet folds. I couldn't stop my hands from slipping under my skirt and caress the sensitive bud. JJ’s breaths began to falter, his moans grew louder, and his hips bucked erratically. Tears began to escape my glossy eyes as he hit the back of my throat.
“Babe, I’m so close. I'm gonna,” But before he could finish, his sweet hot cum filled my mouth. I let it run down my throat and my proudly when my lips leave his shaft. I look up to see JJ out of breath and his cheeks dusted pink. “All better?” I asked. “Yeah. Whoa.” He huffed glancing over at me. “You didn’t cum.” He stated, voice filled with guilt. “It’s okay, really. You needed it. You're so stressed these days. I can tell you needed some kind of release.” I reassured him. He’s been working so hard lately with overtime, desperately trying to make more money. He hasn’t spent a single penny on weed, and he just ran out, making him super antsy.
“Let me return the favor babygirl.” He insisted, before slipping his expert hand under my skirt, replacing mine. He wastes no time to work on my sensitive bud and luscious folds. I loved the way his hands always brought me satisfaction and warmth. His fingers curling inside me found my hidden spot, making bite my lip and mewl. I can practically feel myself flirting with the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the pit of ecstasy. “JJ, I think I’m gonna cum.” I say through breathy moans. “Go ahead baby, let it go.” His words were all the motivation I needed to fall off the edge, diving into the pit of ecstasy and let the euphoria crash over me.
JJ removes his glistening fingers that shined in the light, before taking them in his mouth, licking them clean and enjoying the taste of me. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of your sweetness when we get home.” I giggle while fixing my appearance before pulling into the driveway of the small and cute home. That’s when my nerves settled in again.
“You’ve got this baby. I’ll be right by your side the whole time. Don’t worry.” He says before pulling me into a comforting kiss, the lingering taste of myself still lingered on his lips. “Thank you JJ. You’re my biggest cheerleader. I love you. You know that right?” My hands caressed his cheek. “I know. You make that well known when you're moaning under me.” He says making me laugh. “Alright, settle down lover boy, before it gets too steamy in here.” I exit the car not wanting to tempt myself, as I fight the urge to pounce on him again.
It felt like an eternity standing on the porch, waiting for someone to answer the door. The anticipation was piratically killing me. My life was in slow motion as the door creeped open, finally revealing the face of the man I never knew. My had been breath caught in my throat when I saw him. It was like looking in a mirror, except it was a male. All these years I resembled someone else. How did I not see this before.
“You must be Aria.” Jamie smiled cheek to cheek as he held out his hand for me to shake, which I gladly accepted. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The two of us stepped into the warm and welcoming home. “Pleasure is all mine, and JJ you must be the boyfriend.” Jamie pulls him into a hug. “How’s life treating you Wilson? Did you get the boat fixed?” JJ asked curiously. It was nice to know that the two already knew each other and were quite friendly. I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous at the fact that JJ knew my father more than me.
“Hey kids. You two are just in time. Dinner is ready.” My mom entered the room, apron still on. “JJ, could you please help me set the table?” Elaine asked sweetly. “Of course.” The two enter the dining room, leaving Jamie and I alone. He was the first to speak.
“I’m really happy that you agreed to come. I’ve been waiting for yours to finally meet you and get to know you.” He confessed, tears had threatened to spill, which he unfortunately noticed. “I’m sorry if I was moving too fast or startled you with this.” He apologized. “No, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. This is all just really new to me. My life has been spiraling out of control lately.” I chuckle.
“How’s the baby?” His question made my eyes widen in surprise. “The baby is doing great. Um, I wasn’t aware you knew.” “I tried seeing you at the hospital, but clearly I arrived at a bad time. Your mother told me about the baby.” He explained. “What do you think about it?” I asked nervously. “At first I was in shock. Then I was upset,” The words made sick for a moment. “When I learned that Claude had kicked you out.” This brought me relief. “I couldn’t believe he was so cruel towards you. You didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve you either.” Memories of Claude had stormed my brain. He hasn't even bothered to call and ask if I was okay. Years of him raising me had been thrown out the window.
“I’m so sorry that I wasn't there for you growing up, and I want to make it up to you for all those years, if you would let me.” His eyes were filled with desperation. “Of course. I want to make this work, and thank you.” “For what?” He asked confused. “For accepting me.” He just smiles warmly. “Always. Now let's go eat. Your mom has whipped up something good.”
I genuinely enjoyed getting to know Jamie over dinner. He was filled with love, warmth and humor. I could see why people liked him so much. He was an amazing storyteller, everyone at the table paid attention, full of excitement. He never failed to make me laugh.
“So how did you two meet?” Elaine motioned between Jamie and JJ. The two share a laugh. “JJ was riding his bike one day, trying to outrun some kids.” Typical JJ. “He used a ramp to jump over a fence, losing the kids. He was too busy teasing the kids, he didn't see the parked firetruck in front of him, causing him to crash into it and broke his nose.” Laughter had erupted at the table.
“I think he was six at the time. We took him to hospital, he got to ride in the fire-truck that day. You should've seen the smile on his face. It was adorable even with all the blood dripping from his nose.” JJ smiled at the memory. “What have you been up to these days son?” Asked Jamie. “Working mostly. I’m just trying to save up money for the baby. I’m working multiple jobs now.”
“Have you ever given any thought to becoming a firefighter?” This immediately caught my attention and JJ’s. “Would that even be possible for me?” He asked hesitant. “Yeah, you have a high school diploma. I would highly recommend you’d get associates degree program in fire science, and EMT classes. Then there’s the fire academy.” Jamie explained.
“I can’t afford to go to college. I don’t think I’d be accepted by any.” He said. “There’s always community college. It’s a lot cheaper too. I could pay for your tuition with no problem.” My mom offered. “I couldn't ask you to do that. You’ve already done so much.” JJ attempted to decline her offer. “Please, it's the least I can do. I care about you too JJ, and I want the best for you, just like my daughter. You’re family now.” I could see the shock in JJ’s eyes when he heard what she said. His heart almost melted right there.
“I’ll need some time to think about it. Thank you.” This seemed to please my mom. JJ and I help gather the plates and silverware, clearing the table and washed the dishes. When JJ and I walked back out to the dining room, we saw my mom and Jamie putting on their coats. “Where are you guys going?” I asked curiously.
“We have a surprise for you two. Come on.” Jamie answered and grabbed his keys. JJ and I shared a confused look, but followed them outside. I give JJ a suspicious look as he follows behind their car, going who knows where. “Are you in on this?” I raise an eyebrow. “I'm just as clueless as you are babe. I’m looking forward to see what the surprise is.” He answers excitedly. “That makes two of us.”
We finally reach our destination, still in the cut, we pull into the driveway of this beautiful baby blue two story home. There was a small, yet cute front yard and trees surrounding the land, giving the home some privacy. We exit the car and meet up with Elaine and Jamie who were wait on the front porch. “Mom, you bought a new house for yourself?” I asked admiring the interior, which was painted a nice creme color.
“Nope. I just moved in with Jamie.” She answered with a gleaming smile. “So, whose house is it?” I asked confused. “It’s your guy’s” She tossed the keys into the air, which JJ caught flawlessly. Words couldn't even express the exhilaration coursing through our bodies. The two of us stand there in surprise. “Are you serious right now?” I asked, not believing any of this was true. I have to be dreaming right now.
“100%. It’s all yours. It’s a four bedroom and three bathroom home. If you go outback, you’ll see that you're right next to the marsh. This house isn’t too far from John B’s.” My mom explained. “Mom, I don’t know what to say. This is amazing! Oh my gosh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I exclaim cheerfully, hugging her. JJ was still in pure shock.
“You’re welcome love. Jamie and I wanted you guys to have a nice home for you and the baby somewhere on the cut, close to us and your friends.” It took everything in me not to burst out in tears right there. “C’mon, we want to give you a tour of the house.” She nudged me.
“I’ll catch up with you guys in a second. I want have a word with Jamie.” I said. “Of course. JJ?” The two left the room and gave us some space. “What’s up kiddo?” Asked Jamie. I decided to answer with a tight warm hug instead of words. His body had stiffened out of surprise, before relaxing and returning the hug. The hug felt right and comforting. Nothing like the cold hugs that rarely gotten from Claude growing up. This felt right. These were the fatherly arms that were supposed to hold and comfort me. A smile and happy tears decorate my face.
“Thank you Dad.”
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The Pirate’s Princess
Pairing: Harry Hook x reader part 1
Soulmate AU
Synopsis: Everyone in Auradon had soulmates, (Y/N)’s twin Ben found his when he brought kids over from the Isle. (Y/N)’s compass pointed at the Isle as well. So what happens when she goes over there to bring Mal back and she finds the one she’s destined to be with? Will the pirate and the princess find a happy ending, or will they be ripped apart?
Word count: 3021
Warnings: One or two swear words I guess.
Soulmate Au
Everyone in Auradon has a soulmate, the problem is that not all of them meet. A compass appears on one's arm on their fifteenth birthday. The arrow will point in the direction of the person’s soulmate without fail, even if it’s always pointing at the Isle of the Lost. like mine always has.
When Ben first decided to bring kids over from the Isle, I was in full support. I gave him the idea when we were kids. So, naturally I defended his plan to our parents, which ultimately convinced them that it was an alright plan. I was always the strategic twin, the one that thought everything through and had about five backup plans for everything. I even plan out how conversations will go before they happen, just so I know how to respond.
But the problem with Ben’s plan was that he stopped after the first group of kids, he found his soulmate. He found Mal, and he seemed to forget that there were so many other children on the Isle that were suffering and wanted a better life. I’m sure if Ben knew my soulmate was over there still he would have continued to bring more kids over, but he didn’t know. No one knew, I was always so sure that there would be an uproar if both the Prince and Princess had soulmates from the Isle. So I told no one, not Ben and not Audrey, my best friend.
My infatuation with the Isle always ran deeper than everyone else. Audrey detested everyone that was on it, Ben wanted to save the kids after we turned fifteen, but I was always obsessed with it. Even before my Compass appeared. Maybe I’m too trusting, but I think they’ve been punished enough on the Isle.
“Ben, you promised you would bring more kids over,” I reminded him as we sat in his study.
“I know, but it’s harder than it looks,” Ben sighs, running a hand through his hair.
Ben-” I was cut off by a knock on the door.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Evie smiles apologetically. “But Ben, it’s Mal. She went back to the Isle.”
“It’s all my fault!” my twin exclaims. “I-I blew it. She’d been under so much pressure lately, and instead of being understanding, I just went all Beast on her. I have to go there and apologize. I have to go there and- and beg her to come back.”
“Ben, you’ll never find her,” Evie frowns. “You need to know how the Isle and how it works and...you have to take me with you.”
“Yes!” Ben exclaims causing me to frown at him. Seeing my look he adds, “Uh are you sure?”
“Yeah. She is my best friend and we'll bring the boys too, because there's safety in numbers, and none of us is really too popular over there right now,” I can hear how nervous she sounds.
“Thank you!” Ben smiles.
“I’m going too,” I interject.
“No! (Y/N) you are staying right here where it’s safe,” Ben growls.
“I can handle it Ben, I’m better at sword fighting than you. I can take care of myself over there. Plus I’ve always wanted to see it...”
“She already looks the part Ben,” Evie refers to my outfit. I’m wearing a blue leather jacket with a Gold rose on the back. There’s a little golden crown shaped pin on the front. I also have on yellow leather pants with blue zippers on them, and lastly black combat boots. Evie obviously supplied me with the outfit, my style has always been more edgy than regal.
“Just,” Ben sighs. “Stay behind me and don’t talk to anyone.”
“I can’t promise either of those things,” I smirk.
“But let's get two things straight,” Evie looks pointedly at Ben. “You have to promise me that I won't get stuck there again. And there's no way you're going looking like that.” I giggle as I follow the two to Evies dorm where Ben can change into more appropriate clothes.
“How do you do this every day?” Ben asks as he pulls his leather pants to make them looser around his thighs.
“Beauty is pain,” I laugh at my older, by two minutes, brother. “You get used to it, I promise.”
Ben, Evie, Jay, Carlos, and I all pile into the limo and head for the Isle. I eagerly stare out the window as we get closer to said Isle, but my excitement soon turns into sadness. The four never wanted to speak of their time on the Isle, and now I really understand why. Everything is dirty, broken, and run down, no wonder the people here are so cruel. I would be too if I was forced to live in these conditions. Dad could have, and should have, done better. These are still his people, evil pasts or not.
“I’m so sorry we didn’t take better care of you guys or the Isle,” I frown as I look over at Evie. She smiles and wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her side.
“You didn’t know (Y/N/N). I know for a fact that if you did, you would have done something to help us.”
--
Evie, Carlos, and Jay are telling Ben and I how to act on the Isle. Well, mainly Ben- I’m not clueless.
“Okay, thanks,” Ben smiles.
“Don’t say thank you,” I sigh as I bump into him while walking past. “And keep in eye on your wallet.”
Ben starts checking his pockets and freaking out when he can’t find the wallet. “Guy’s it’s gone,” he freaks out as Jay smirks at me.
“Missing this?” I smirk, holding his wallet between my first and middle fingers. He tries to snatch it out of my hands, but I move it out of the way. “Seriously Ben, you need to watch yourself.”
The three villian kids demonstrate what they want Ben to act like on the Isle, and he manages to follow along. He even steals something from each of them, which is totally crazy. Ben struts off in front of us, humming in pride at his success. That is, until he bumps right into someone. And that someone happens to be Gil, Gaston’s youngest son, who recognizes us all. We escape Gil, and finally make it to where Mal is hiding out, Ben goes up to her alone.
While Evie, Carlos, and Jay go and talk with themselves, I stare down at my compass. A compass that’s moving more than it ever has, and it fills me with hope. I might actually get to catch a glimpse of my soulmate, or maybe even meet them!
“How’d it go?” I ask when Ben comes back down.
“She’s not coming back,” his face falls. I immediately pull him into a hug and hold him tight.
“I’ll talk to her,” Evie says firmly.
We all watch Evie intently, so intently that we don’t notice been leaving.
“Where’s Ben?” I ask nervously. We all start calling for Ben as a figure starts to approach us.
“Ben, don’t scare us like that,” Evie scolds.
“That’s not Ben,” I murmur, he isn’t carrying himself the right way. He fits in too much with the Isle to be Ben.
“Don’t scare ye?” the teen asks.”But that’s my specialty.” Jay quickly and discreetly pushes me behind him.
The three start asking this guy, Harry apparently, where Ben is. But I can’t focus on what they’re saying. I’m too engrossed by Harry, his hook on his hand, his red jacket that fits him surprisingly well, the eyeliner that he can somehow pull off, and his ocean blue eyes. There’s a spark of familiarity that runs through me. I nervously look down at my arm, the arrow is pointing right at Harry.
“And if you want to see him again,” Harry smirks. “Have Mal come to the Chip Shoppe tonight.
Alone. Uma wants a little visit.”
“Or you can give us Ben back now, it could really save your ego. Seeing as how I will take your ass down in a fight,” I smirk.
“And who are you little lassie?” Harry runs his hook over my jaw. “You almost look like ye fit in here.”
“What’s it to you?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I like to know the names of people that dare challenge me,” he smiles.
“(Y/N).”
“A pretty name for a pretty girl. So why’s the Princess slumming it here on the Isle,” Harry asks.
“I’ve always wanted to see it,” I shrug.
“So your first stop was to get your hair colored?” he wraps a strand of my hair around his hook.
“Uh, no. This is my natural hair,” he gives me a disbelieving look. I mean if I were him, I would too. Mom and dad have always made me wear a (Y/H/C) wig to hide my natural golden blonde hair with blue tips. None of the other royals stand out as much as I would if I showed my hair along with my style choices. I’ve heard the rumors at school saying I belong on the Isle, the hair would only make it worse.
“Well I like it better than the boring color they make you wear over there,” Harry leans in and our noses bump.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply breathily.
“Get your hands off of her,” Jay growls, finally snapping out of his shock at our interaction.
“I wouldn’t dream of hurtin’ her,” Harry caresses my cheek with his hook one last time. “I’ll be back for ye.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” I smile as he walks away.
“What just happened?” Evie asks.
“I found him,” I breathe. “My soulmate.”
The three share a look before dragging me up to see Mal.
“What’s up with her?” Mal asks after a while of me sitting around and not interacting with the group.
“She had a surprise encounter with her soulmate,” Evie sighs.
“Well which Prince is he?” Mal smirks. “It’ll take a lot to handle all of her personality.”
“Harry Hook,” Carlos mumbles.
“Wait what?” Mal looks concerned now.
“He was different with her,” Jay adds. “Genuine.”
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Mal met with Uma earlier, and she made a deal with her to give her Fairy Godmother’s wand in order to get Ben back. Carlos and Jay went back to Auradon to 3D print a copy of the wand, and picked up Lonnie along the way. Evie, Mal, and I made smoke bombs at the hair salon to distract the pirates later. Now we’re on the way to actually confront said pirates, I have butterflies in my stomach. I’m worried that Ben will have been injured, and I’m excited to see Harry again.
We walk up to the ship and confront the pirates, Harry is staring right at me. I give him a little smile as I take my place behind Mal. Mal and Uma start fighting causing me to roll my eyes.
“Uma, give us Ben back and you can come with us,” I try to convince her.
“You’re brother already tried that Princess,” she laughs, causing all of the pirates but Harry to join in.
“Yeah, well I’ve been the one bugging him for months to bring more of you over. And it was my idea to begin with. Let him go and you and two of your men can join us on the limo back.”
“Nice try sweetheart,” she chuckles again.
“C’mon Harry,” I turn to him with a pleading look. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Come back with us, with me.”
“(Y/N)-” Harry starts.
“Enough!” Uma cuts in. “Give me the wand.”
And Mal does, but Uma quickly figures out that it’s fake and fighting starts. I quickly grab a sword and I defend myself, never attacking any of the pirates. All they want is a better life, and I can’t hold that against them.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Jay dropping Harry’s hook into the water. I gasp and push back harder at the pirate I’m fighting, so I can head over to Harry. I’m heading towards him when I watch him pump into the water to save that stupid hook. “Harry!” I shout as I start running towards him.
Harry pops back up and clings onto the side of the deck, I quickly pull him up and into a hug. The action shocks both of us, but he soon reciprocates and holds me close. Something about being in his arms makes me feel safe, it feels like home.
“I’ll be with ye before ye know it Princess,” Harry promises, pulling back and putting the red scarf from around his waist, around my neck. “Now you need to go.”
“Bye Harry,” I frown and walk towards the tunnel that leads to our limo. I send him one last sad glance as I make my way through, his sad eyes are staring straight into my soul. And with that, I walk away.
I jump into the limo and seat myself in the corner, a single tear slips from my eye as we drive away from Harry.
“(Y/N)-” Evie starts.
“I really don’t want to talk about it E,” she frowns at my response.
“Talk about what?” Ben looks away from Mal. I ignore him as I stare down at the damn compass on my arm. When I was a kid, I always imagined that it would bring me so much joy, not the worst pain I’ve ever experienced.
“She had to leave her soulmate on the Isle,” Mal says lowly.
“Not that it’s surprisingly,” I laugh humorously. “We should have known since we were kids, it explains my personality Ben.”
“I’m sorry,” he frowns.
“You may be sorry, but we both know you won’t do anything to bring Harry over,” I lash out at him.
“It’s Harry?” he bellows.
“Yeah dad,” I glare. “It’s Harry Hook, deal with it”
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There’s a knock on my door around thirty minutes after we get back to Auradon. I groan as I reluctantly open the door, where I come face to face with Evie.
“I made a little change to your dress,” she beams. I raise an eyebrow in confusion.
“What was wrong with it before?” I ask.
“This look seems more fitting. I kept the high-low skirt and the corset,” she smiles. “But I changed the rest.”
“Evie did you make a whole new dress?” I frown.
“No, I had a different top option for you, so I switched it out. And Mal helped me change the color a little,” she winks.
Before I can respond, she pulls the dress off of the rack that’s sitting behind her. My once blue and gold dress is simplistic black and white. The top is a white off the shoulder top, the skirt is high-low with black and white stripes in a diagonal pattern, and the corset is black and laces up in the front. “It looks like a pirate dress from stories I read as a kid,” I breathe as I run my hand over the skirt.
“Well don’t just stand there! Go try it on!” Evie bounces in excitement.
I quickly run into the bathroom and put it on, it fits like a glove. “Evie, it’s perfect,” I smile as I walk out of the bathroom.
“We can’t forget the boots,” she smiles holding up authentic pirate boots. “I may or may not have gotten them on the Isle when you weren’t paying attention.”
“You’re the best Evie!” I smile as I pull her into a hug.
“It’s just missing one last touch,” I follow her gaze to where Harry’s scarf was thrown on my bed earlier. I walk over and grab, deciding to copy him, I tie the scarf around my waist.
“Perfect,” Evie grins.
--
“What are you wearing?” mom asks through a fake smile as soon as I step onto the deck of the ship.
“A dress?” I ask sarcastically.
“You look like a pirate,” dad grimaces.
“Well I like it,” I frown. “And what’s wrong with pirates?”
“Their evil,” mom frowns.
“You can’t possibly know how every last pirate acts,” my frown deepens.
“And why aren’t you wearing your wig?” Dad’s voice raises a tad.
“I’m sick of pretending to be someone that I’m not, this is me. Accept it or don’t,” I walk over to where Jay and Lonnie are standing.
Like all things recently, the cotillion doesn’t go smoothly. Uma found Mals spellbook and dove out before the barrier closed, and she spelled Ben like Mal did six months ago (when Ben was in slight denial over who his soulmate was). Mal saves him with true love's kiss, blah blah blah. That stupid love shit that they are lucky enough to have.
Uma runs to the edge of the boat and jumps over. “Uma!” I scream as I frantically search the water for her. I gasp, along with everyone else, when she resurfaces as a sea witch like her mother.
“I’m digging the new look (Y/N), the scarf looks authentic,” she smirks and winks. “You look more real than we’ve ever seen you over there on the Isle.”
“Thanks Uma,” I smile down at her. “The offer still stands, ya know. You, Gil, and Harry could all have a place here, help us bring more kids over.”
“If you were the Queen then maybe I would, you’re the only genuine royal,” she shoots Ben a look.
Mal turns into a dragon, did anyone know she could do that? She spits fire at Uma, who backs away laughing. Ben, being the new reckless him, roars and jumps in the water to be between them. He tries to convince her to stay and help, way to steal my idea again bro. Uma gives Ben his ring back, before swimming away. Uma turns around on last time and nods at me before disappearing.
As the party dances and celebrates, I head to the edge of the boat and look out to the Isle, will I ever see Harry again?
Part 2
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