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takalzuoom · 2 years

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Twst pirate captain's reaction to y/n escaping/getting kidnapped

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 + 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚

cw : mentioned elephant death, implied that leona kills people + killed them in the head, kidnapping

authors note :

this only took 21/2 days to write 😳

apart of my twst pirate au 🌊

pt. 2

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

Hyperventilating. Where are you - why weren't you here? You were late. you were never late. It was your wedding day and yet 5 minutes have passed since the music started. He looks to his groomsmen; trey and cater, who were too busy in a silent argument.

Ace was supposed to get you, hand you off to your father, and join Deuce as your ‘groom of honor’ ( you insisted it was them and not some 'grossest' noblewoman)

But yet, you were late.

The Shrill of a seagull was heard as he glanced to the dock. Eyes gravitating towards the closed harbor. Like a fishbowl. The harbor was surrounded by beautiful cliffside meadows where you and Riddle would frolic to.

he almost smiles as he sees the color of the pansies and wildflowers in bloom. he couldn't help but reminisce about the time he found you. There in the apple tree, munching on a golden delicious as he demanded you to come down from there. Of course, you said 'no.' And claimed that you owned the tree.

And just like today, only a few ships are sailing in the harbor. A few chosen Heartsbyual and Pomefiore ships were allowed to sail.

His head slowly fell to the small audience. His mother deemed it only nectary to have a small venue to officiate it. Then put on a big show for your people.

Oh right- his mother.

He couldn't help but tense up as he met his mother's eye. The woman gestured to him to ‘smile’. Her example was more hypocritical than helpful as the scrunch on her brow and the painfully fake smile on her lips made her seem rather cynical.

But it was no use. The whispers were getting louder and the glances were getting harsher. Trey mumbled about how you were probably just nervous. That you would walk through that door and down that aisle any second now, a smile on your face and love in your eyes.

But nothing happened.

No dramatic entrance

No Ace beckoning Crewel or his mother

Nothing.

Only hushed silence was heard as the piano player stopped, and the flower girl and ring bearer joined their parents.

You had both talked about this. Both told each other about your worries about the wedding and about the future that seems closer than it is further. But he couldn't help wonder- Had you lied to him?

A hand met his shoulder. Trey’s comforting smile did nothing for his nerves as he told him he would go see if you were okay with Cater.

“No” Riddle whispered, eyeing his mother who was in a heated conversation with Crewel. “That would prove that something is wrong. And nothing is wrong” he could feel his teeth start to clench and his cheeks start to heat up.

But a quick few taps to his back had him taking deep breaths in, and deep breaths out.

Riddle’s mom stood up, giving Riddle a sideways glance as she muttered something to Crewel as she made her way to the door of the large balcony that was overseeing the cliffside, and by extension- the sea.

Riddle couldn't help but stare at the sea. Trey asked Cater if Crewel had allowed trade today due to the wedding. ‘No’ Riddle thought, a churning feeling spreading throughout his gut as the ship went towards the apple pass. Both where you met and Riddle proposed.

“Your highness! Admiral Rosehearts!” The doors flung open with a slam. Ace Trapolla, your ‘man of honor’ bent over panting. Eyes flickering anywhere and everywhere. His suit was both sullied and wet. And so was the carpet as he dripped like a dog who just took a bath.

Riddle stepped down, eyeing Ace as they both held stern eye contact as Ace stomped towards him, ignoring his mother's questions.

“Y/n has been kidnapped!”

Ace gasped at the feeling of Riddle’s hands tightening around his. Trey Deuce and Cater’s collective gasps covered up the cowards as Riddle’s mother banished them from the ceremony. Not to even think about what happened when outside the palace.

“What?” Crewel raised from his front pew, loafers thundering as Riddle ran towards the banister, watching the ship disappear from the view in between the cliffs.

“Ace what the fuck do you mean my child’s been kidnapped? Where were you! Why didn’t you help them!”

“I couldn't your highness! I wasn't ab-“

“I save you from death all those years ago and- and this- this is how you repay me Trappolla?” Crewel was screaming with anger. Grip getting ever so tighter on Ace’s ruined tux as a seam or two cried in agony.

“Who.” Riddle asks. Deep down already knew the answer as his back still faced the group. White paint chipped from his fingertips as his face blew up like a tomato’s.

“Who”

“A pirate!” Ace was thrown from Crewel’s grasp. Stumbling off to look at Riddle.

Crewel’s gasp could be heard. A heartbroken no slipped from his lips as his knees buckled, Deuce catching him as his cane wobbled from the unbalanced weight.

“Who”

“Leona Kingscholar! His men-”

Riddle’s hand shot out, silencing the young guard as Trey and Cater consoled the frazzled Ace. His mind and body separated as he kept mumbling obscenities.

Slamming his hand on the railing, nails forming indents on his palm as Trey swore the whole dock below them could hear Riddle's grinding teeth.

Riddle roared, pushing away from the banister as Trey and Cater followed quickly behind him. “When I get my hands on him- it’ll be off his head!”

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚

The darkening clouds and restless sea were no problem for pirate lord Leona Kingscholar. He could steer his ship through a squall with his eyes closed.

The raging seas and tempests were what he lived for, what he craved for. As it spiced up his and the crew's experience. The latter later going ashore and bragging about how they were in the jaws of the leviathan, or a foot in Davy Jones's locker. But kicked and clashed their way out. As well as confirming how hardcore they were.

Especially as they were in the Octavinelle seas. Crawling- well treading with sea monsters that escaped the depths of hell and infested themselves in the sea of the damned.

Albeit Leona saw nothing wrong with it. He’s killed his fair share of sharks and sirens. Not afraid to shoot at a looming shadow that seemed to follow stalk his crew.

But again- these were the Octavinelle seas. Where up was down, and back was forth and ahead they were entering the elephant's graveyard to escape those pesky navy men.

The elephant's graveyard.

A shipwreck hotspot that got its nickname years ago when a smuggling ship was carrying a couple of elephants. During the night, a baby worth a hefty penny had wandered too close to the railing. Losing its footing from the rocking of the boat. And fell.

Of course, the others went overboard too. There to save the young one, but ultimately meeting their fates at the hands of the abyss as their anger and betrayal brought down every ship that managed to sail in their graveyard.

But Leona didn’t believe in any of that.

The elephants were dead and their spirits had moved on. That’s it. End of story. Like most spirits who died at sea, they were collected, had their judgment day, and moved on. Reuniting at the pearly gates and all that other bullshit.

so once the weather started to pick up, bringing his hat from his chest. He went to work.

Leona would never, ever back down from a fight he couldn't win. But this one. He'd rather avoid it overall.

but the wind laughed crudely as it blew his sails in the wrong direction.

"Leona!" Ruggie called, eyes widening from the deck. Nervously fiddling his shirt as he recognized the wind's cruelness

"Leona get us the fuck outta ‘ere!"

"I'm trying! And if you would shut up I could concentrate! Hoist the colors!"

Leona Kingscholar slept with both eyes closed constantly. Not caring who said what or who did what. He wasn't afraid of any man, woman, or child that crossed his path- claiming they'd get revenge with snot running down their nose as brain gunk soon following.

No sea tale kept him up at night as he called out each flaw in each story someone would present to him

there was nothing he was afraid of...

Though he made sure to steer clear of Davy Jones's locker. And the man who just got promoted to run it.

Azul Ashengrotto.

The whistling winds started to sing, started to belt as the waves grew sadistic. Kissing the crew like a jealous lover as she pulled unlucky crewmen back with them.

His grip tightened at the helm. Eyes squinting from the spraying water, and teeth clenching from the sheer amount of effort it took to steer the ship around the eye of the storm.

Though he never crossed paths with Ashengrooto. A few close calls were all he remembered. He's heard rumors about the Monstro. How it plowed the eye of squalls. Letting the ocean rip and tear apart ships before swooping in like vultures and picking the scraps.

Scraps, men on the brink of death- same thing different story. He wasn't planning on handing his men over to that slimy captain and working hundred years- and for what? Delayed judgment? He laughs every time he thinks about it. If you didn't like what you did on the seas then you shouldn't have done it at all.

Or at least have pride in what you did. Like Leona

“Jack” he called. His yell was swept away by the wind as the latter was too busy securing the riggings and helping Ruggie bark orders in Leona’s steed.

He couldn't let go of the helm, the winds as even a slip up would mean uncertain doom.

“Jack” he roared, catching the wolf's attention as water crashed from the sea and onto the deck.

He was seeing less and less of his crew and he didn't like that. Nor did he like the shadow of an ocean-scarred ship in the distance.

He gripped the helm tighter.

A crack of lightning struck the waves next to him. Just as an idea struck him. Spinning the helm aggressively to the left, he remembers what he told grim- you.

"That in a squall, no one would hear you. No one would care if you were thrown around like a rag doll since you were 'safely' below deck. Away from the harsh seas.

Though the flooding water always seemed to be a problem for Ruggie. Now for Leona as knee-deep water was perfect for a few stowaways

“Check the prisoners- now”

There was a vile, slimy taste in his mouth. A shiver racked up his spine. Not just from the tormenting waves that sprayed him causing his clothes to cling to his bones.

It was all too perfect. The rougher than usual storm, the constant sprays from the sea, the flinging of crewmates.

That blasted ship.

And that god-forsaken dream.

Azul Ashengrotto had something to do with this. Whether it was him wanting his crewmates for his own, something else, or both. All he knew was that there was more to this attack than he was led to believe.

And he didn't like that.

Thunder crackled through the sky, and another streak of lightning was seen. That’s twice now. In the same spot on his right.

“Capt’n! Capt’n!” Jack came barreling up from the brig. Hat and bandana were long gone as he would undoubtedly catch a cold when this was done. A nasty one was his whole body was drenched. His shirt and pants were a part of him now as scratches decorated his chest.

His eyes lost and brows furrowed as he ran up the stairs and to the stern where Leona was.

“They’re gone. The water was deeper than usual- up to my thighs as they had bite marks in them!”

Leona sucked his breath in. Not focusing on the news too much as he spun the helm quickly, avoiding another crashing wave.

“That slimy octo-fuck”

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takalzuoom · 2 years

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1. im “back” from hiatus so this is shit

2. brain rot, writing as i go, not proof read, not edited, and we die like men

sigh, just wedding event where deuce and the rest of the guys are in suits ( eliza’s orders. she wants the perfect reception what can i say?)

a song comes on, and you- some how in a stupid dress you didn’t even want to wear (wore it to pretend to be a wedding guest when you oh so badly wanted to wear a suit like the rest of the guys)

clenching your fist as ghosts danced in circles around her and puffy, you steal glances at deuce who is busy talking with epel jack and ace about god knows what.

but finall having enough, you take a deep breathe in, smile widely while you lean up to grab his shoulders, effectively scaring him

“dude! let’s dance!”

you had already had the waltz prepared in your subconscious. ready to take the lead as you know deuce would need some help.

which of course, he did.

as the gears in his mind still hadn’t turned all the way, he was confused, speechless, baffled as you held his hands on yours as you stared him down. cheeks competing with each others to see who’s would ignite into flames first.

“i i wait y/n what- i don’t don’t even know- how to”

“ i got you okay” you smiled. slowly, you made your way into a spot ghostly pair gave up as they decided it was time for a break.

and with no hesitation, the music began as you moved his hand to your waist, the other holding your hand as you held his shoulder.

and the song began.

with quiet breathes, you started counted to the beat of the melody

“one two three, one two three, one two three”

as romantic as it was to have him step on your toes, and for you to lead- there was a moment of clarity when you rubbed his shoulder. his head shooting up as his face was twisted in worry, afraid that he had hurt you.

“deuce, look at me. feel the music and keep counting okay?” he nodded, his adam’s apple bobbing with lost words as he took a step back.

of course he was clumsy, that’s not going to change. but what did change was his confidence, as his lips were always moving as he looked everywhere but your eyes.

a smile graced your lips as you whispered to spin you.

“now?”

“no time like the present huh”

he spun you. albeit sloppily, you couldn’t help but laugh at that, a small chuckle of his own soon following as he spun you again in the other direction.

“now you got it!” you whispered, his grip on your waist getting ever so tighter as his moves started to flow together

“remember the song, we’re going too fast”

“don’t worry, i got this”

he spun you two more times, though this time, it was under the pale spotlight that stalked your every move illumating your path in a dark, desolate ballroom.

the music came in echoes as you could only stare at his silky skin as the lights kissed his cheeks. his eyes shining brilliantly as they finally met yours

he spun you again, though this time, you slipped.

a quiet gasp was heard as you felt your head bob and body stop almost abruptly.

he had caught you in a dip

he was as surprised as you- maybe even more so as you mumbled a small ‘hey’, to which he reciprocated.

pulled you back up to resume the waltz, his entire face was a flamingo pink as he had a pout on his face.

“i wanted to do that later” he huffed silently

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