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humblequestvinyl · 2 years ago

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one of the best fics i’ve ever read im being so serious

can you do a conrad fic based off the song i know you by faye webster?? angst to fluff? love youuuuu

I Know You.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

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summery: As the years went on, it became more apparent to Conrad of his and Y/n’s two year age gap. As he spends his last summer before college in a downward spiral. His mother, his father. But most important, the inevitable end of summer. Where he will go off to college and she will stay in high school.

Summer was always my favorite time of the year. The sand between your toes, the sunshine warming your scalp. Even in the sweltering heat, the summer temperatures only made the cool ocean water more desirable. More than that, it was the season of Conrad Fisher.

We’d met when I was only seven. He was nine, back when his hair was still shorter and his glasses weren’t collecting dust on his bedside table, but instead sat clean on the bridge of his nose. My parents had decided to finally buy the small beach house that had been on the market for almost a year. It was always my mom’s dream to live down by the water, so my father had been saving for it just so maybe one day, they could retire by the water, like the old couples do in the cheesy movies. The house that they bought that day sat neatly beside the Fishers beach house. Nothing but a wooden fence to separate the two backyards and a line of bushes in the front.

The first summer down, it was cold. Already, I had kicked and cried about leaving my friends for so long. Both new and old, all with the fear that they would leave and find better friends in my absence. Now, on top of my already distaste of the distance from our home, the sky was gloomy and the temperature refused to surpass the high sixties. It rained almost everyday, and when it wasn’t raining, it was about to.

It stayed that way for a week, the same week I spent inside, curled up in my room and looking out the window anxiously. I wanted to swim, at least. I wanted to run in the grass and I wanted to do everything my mother promised. I missed my friends and I missed my bed. Summer wasn’t summer to me.

Then, one morning, the sun came out. The cold front moved out and an intense heat suddenly took over. The mid eighties seemed like a dream. I could feel the sweat on the back of my neck sticking to my hair. My shirt sleeves were rolled up and my cheeks were burned. I spent the whole morning running around and playing pretend. I didn’t need anything in that moment but the surrounding joys of the summertime weather that had finally came. I was so caught up in this that I didn’t see the football go hurling over the fence.

“Hey!” His voice was much higher pitched then, he was just a boy. But it still scared me. It was loud, sudden. It made me jump. When I turned to face where the sound came from, he looked apologetic, but he never apologized. He was gripping onto the fence so hard, it was obvious he was either on his tip toes or not touching the ground at all.

I stared at him like an idiot, stuck in place, piecing together the context clues. I understood now that he was my neighbor. I waved shyly then, not wanting to be rude, and he waved back, still gripping the edge of the fence with one hand.

“I lost my ball, could you throw it over?” I was suddenly aware of the brown football by my foot. He pointed at it until I looked.

Slowly, I picked it up to show him. For some reason I felt nervous, unsure. He nodded, his smile never fading. Even then he had the kindest eyes, the warmest smile.

“I don’t know how.” I confessed. I knew how to paint, I could ride a bike. I was a quick runner and I could out-spell anyone in my second grade class. But I never learned how to throw a football. My dad had never taken the time to toss a ball around with me like he had once promised my mother to do. So, I never bothered to learn either.

“What?” He questioned.

“I don’t know how.” I repeated, unmoving.

“You don’t know how to throw a football?” He laughed, but he wasn’t making fun of me. It was almost like he couldn’t believe someone could lack such a skill!

“Thats what I said.” I held it with both hands, looking at the lacing while I spun in around in my palms.

“I can teach you!” He said, a little too enthusiastically.

“What?” I questioned him this time.

“I can teach you! I play football, let me teach you!” He persisted, adjusting himself on the fence so he could hang there for longer.

When I didn’t move he continued to beg. He begged and begged until finally I walked over the the gate that resided between the sides of our homes. It was rusted and hard to open, but it budged eventually and once I was over, I could see him fully.

He wore a blue baseball tee and athletic shorts. His glasses were fogging up from the heat and his hair was collecting sweat along his hairline.

That day, we didn’t leave the confinements of that yard until his mom, that I now know as Susannah, called for him to come inside for dinner. When he begged both his mom and I to stay for dinner, neither of us put up any fight. He called dibs to sit at the end of the table so he could sit beside me, and when dinner was served he gathered my plate for me so I wouldn’t feel awkward.

That night, he and Belly, who I met at dinner because she was to my right side, and who was also my age, begged again to let me stay over for the night. Susannah was unsure, not wanting to worry my parents too much. The next morning, he was knocking on my front door bright and early. He claimed we still had more to learn, but we spent the entire day down by the beach with his surf board and buckets for sandcastles. Suddenly, with Conrad beside me, I didn’t mind being so far from home anymore. Summer became summer.

Kicking the sand as I went, my footsteps left a trail of divots on the beach, marking where we had already been. The sun was just peaking over the horizon now. The air hadn’t gathered the usual summer humidity levels yet. It was the perfect time to be down here. Yet, today the waves were flat and the tide was too far out to really enjoy it. Regardless, Conrad and I always came down. No matter what.

It was one of the many traditions we’d gathered over the years. The yearly made up games became calming walks. The burning passion and competitiveness between us still burned, but in other ways. Our early morning enthusiasm never dimmed, it simply shinned for something else.

It was silent between us, but not awkward. Usually during this time we would talk about everything we missed. Though we practically slept in the same bed each night during the summer, his home in Boston and my families apartment in New York was much too far apart for us to constantly be together.

We would talk about school, our dreams, our friends and family. We still did all of that, but I couldn’t help but notice how he spoke less and less of his friends and more and more about us, Brown, and his mom.

Part of me worried for him, honestly. He called me just a few months ago. He had decided to quit football. I was shocked. How had Conrad, a boy with more passion for the sport than anyone I knew, somehow lost all the burning desire for it? Not only that, but it was that passion that brought us together in the first place. It was foolish to have been so caught up on the news, it was inevitable that we would’ve met. But part of me wondered if it would have been the same. I couldn’t help but wonder if his sudden disappearance from his clubs and sports made him drift away from them.

I still remember the call, when he told me everything. His deepest secrets, the ones that he kept from his own blood. When I laid down my concerns for him, how blandly he had stated it. I needed to know if there was something that happened. Something had to have happened. Conrad brushed it off then, he told me he had grown up and grew out of it. I knew that was a lie. He was just raving about it last summer. How excited he was to be back on the field. He described the the Friday night lights as the closest feeling to the summer sun he would ever be in the colder months. Something had happened.

So, when the line went silent, I reminded him of how he could run circles around anyone he wanted, but not me.

“Conrad,” I had started, “I know you.” And he knew what I meant. It was like I was watching him crumble beneath my fingers, even if I couldn’t see his face. He told me about his fathers infidelity, his mothers resistance towards freeing herself from their relationship. More than that, now that he was a senior, the reality of moving away for school was a looming storm cloud scaring him. But he never mentioned the loss of his friends.

“Hows Brett and Johnny?” I asked, suddenly aware that the farther we got down the beach, the less we had to say. We already covered it all over the phone, too eager to wait this year. It felt wrong, so I dug in the one blind spot this year.

“Oh…uh, I don’t really talk to them anymore.” He said is so casually, scratching at the back of his head. I expected to be partly right, but not right on the money. I stopped in my tracks, confused.

“What? No! Brett and Johnny?” Drifting away from childhood best friends is inevitable in most cases. The interests you share as children develop into passions and mature hobbies that often differ from one another. You are led down another path, but the kind smile they give you in the hallway during passing period reminds you how close you once were. You chat in the classes you have together and you catch up every so often.

“Yeah.” He took a deep breath like he was going to continue, but he didn’t. He stopped himself, he never stopped himself. Especially when it came to Brett and Johnny. His pals, his buddies!

He used to talk my ear off about them every summer! Begged Susannah to let them come with him. He told me of everything they did during the school year and he taught me their schoolyard games and we made the same stupid bets. It was a boyish love, I was so sure they would be the ones to stick together.

“I’m sorry.” I felt like it was my fault, somehow. When I connected the dots, his fathers affairs, his mothers giving heart, his brothers attitudes, his never ending stresses, I was left with a scribble of nothing. Just lines that resemble something that should mean something, but don’t. His friends wouldn’t leave him for something so small. I was missing something. I knew it.

He stopped himself, he was tense. He couldn’t even look at me. I wanted to slap it in his face that I knew something was missing, something bigger. I knew him. But the look in his eyes he hid almost completely behind his gentle gaze warned me not to push. If I unsurfaced it, he might not survive. So I let him hold back, just this once. I hope the squint in my eyes assured him I still, couldn’t have circles ran around me. I could simply read the room.

The longer summer progressed, the quieter Conrad got. It wasn’t just his friends that lacked in conversation. It was everything. He walked beside me more often than not with his head down and his hands in his pockets. He never talked about school, or his mom. He never asked about me anymore, what we should do. He lacked any ability to care, it seemed.

His eyebrows are forever furrowed. That kind smile replaced with an empty expression. During the day he was uninterested in every way. He never participated, never cared enough to even try. Yet, when night rolls around and I slip in through the window, I’m his again. He doesn’t really speak like he used to. We don’t laugh hardly enough. But he reaches his arms out just the same, and welcomes me into his bed. And when he thinks I’m asleep, I catch him pulling me in just a little bit harder than before.

I can’t help but wonder where it really started. I think back on it, and the first signs were all there. So small it was hard to know if it was really him changing or if he was just growing. Quitting football, losing his friends. Losing his father, in some sense.

But every time I try I always see that same look in his eyes. The one warning me not to push. The one that forced me to listen.

It wasn’t like he was being cold towards me. But there was an obvious difference in our nature. Shorter walks, longer wake ups. He was tired, and now so was I. But not of him, never of him.

“Conrad?” I asked in the silence. His room was darker now that he had ditched his nightlight all those years ago. The moon didn’t quite illuminate it the same as the glowing yellow did. I felt his body next to mine, his arms hovering over my body. His breathing was steady and his body unmoving other than the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

“I wish you would tell me what’s going on with you. I just want to help.” I sighed, under my breath. It was so quiet, even the waves in the distance seemed louder. I spoke this way just incase he was awake, in case he was lying. I never really knew anymore. He might as well have been sleepwalking these past few weeks.

When a silent pause passed, I understood there would be no response. He wouldn’t open up, and there would be no resolve. Conrad was and will always be my best friend. He’ll come around, I knew it. He had to. I doubt myself just a little when I remember his resistant look and unwavering attitude. I begin to think that it’s me. I have lost that special spot in Conrad that made him feel like he could always be as vulnerable as he wanted with me. I am not enough. I begin to think the day he comes back to me will never come, and he will be off to college with his new life and forget all about the girl who learned how to find his favorite constellations by heart just so they could point and laugh all summer about how they drifted quickly across the sky.

“Conrad!” I called out. My feet his the sand harshly. The uneven surface sinking quicker the harder my feet hit only slowed me down. My outstretched arms would never be enough.

He was already up the steep hill. Nearly crossing through the hedges and over the fence to his backyard. He was a storm. Untamed and wild. His fists clenched, not from anger but frustration. The sound of the bonfire faded into the distance, and my lungs were hot and sticky with smoke and the salt air.

“Conrad, stop!” I yelled again, straddling the fence clumsily. With an extra hop I barely cleared it having no time to gain any composure when splitting it.

Finally, the speed of my legs compared to his long strides balanced, and my hand was close enough to grab at him. He didn’t spin, but I could see the bruises on his knuckles and the radiating heat from his clothes. He was hot, worked up too. I just needed to see him, finally pry him open.

“Conrad, whats going on with you?” I begged for him to tell me. I wasn’t at all disgusted with him, I held no judgement. But it would’ve been so much easier to defend him if I had a reason.

“Go home, Y/n.” He was angry, his hands pushing back his hair so much, I thought he might rip it out.

“We used to talk about things, remember that? When we could talk about everything? Why shut me out? Why now!” I expected some sort of sympathy. Anything that would explain his distance and let me back in.

“Go home, Y/n.” His voice was steady, but strict. When he shook his arm, my hand came off so quick it slapped against my thigh. It hurt but I would never tell him. Make myself look more immature than I felt already. Just a dumb girl trying to understand his complex feelings.

Maybe he didn’t expect me to actually do what he said. He didn’t see that I would actually turn on my heals and head for home. He let out a choked breath, and just barely over the gentle breeze I could hear him sniffling.

My parents were out of town until Tuesday. I was so excited for this weekend. I could barely wait for tonight. The first Friday for just us in months. I bought his favorite cookies. I rented our favorite movies, threw our favorite blankets in the dryer.

I sit in my bed thinking about this, about how I did so much for him all summer. Stayed with him, stayed true. Held him like an oath. What was I beginning to become to him? Nothing more than his other friends, it became clear.

“Y/n!” Knuckles hit my window, followed by the soft calling of my name. It was persistent, I was ready to yell at Jeremiah to go home.

The window was Conrad and I’s sacred space, in many ways. When we were younger, my parents were stricter. Too scared to let a boy so immature into my room. So each night, Conrad would climb the railing on the back deck until he was high enough to crawl up the garage roof. It was lower than the rest of the house, and ended just outside my window. He would tap very softly until I would turn on my light and rush over. We’d talk and talk and talk until our parents realized it would be safer to just let us be.

Now, Jeremiah came knocking more than Conrad. Always wanting to sneak out with Belly or Steven. Conrad slept in his bed, and if I didn’t come, he wouldn’t come retrieve me.

But, after all these weeks, there he was. Hair a mess and puffy eyes. He was sitting just outside my window like a dog with a bird at my door. Waiting for some praise.

“Con?” It was pathetic how quickly I unlatched the handle that kept the window stuck shut. So quick to let him in again.

His limbs were long and clumsy clanking through the small window frame. It took longer the more he grew. It was a harder fit. He was breathing heavily, hand on his chest, balled up in a fist. He looked bewildered, panicked.

From the uneven breathing and the rapid pace, along with the paleness growing more and more in his usually rather tanned skin, I knew it was more than fatigue.

“Conrad, hey, Conrad.” I knew him, deep down. Even if distant behavior couldn’t get rid of what I already knew. He could never erase us, or my ability to know him so well.

“Just talk, say anything. I just want…need to hear your voice, please.” He rushed, voice raised but not yet shouting fully. I knew he liked to be talked down from these attacks, he used to have some when he was growing up. I never really knew what to say, though. No matter how well I knew him, it felt different.

“About what?” I asked, my hands guiding him to my bed. The blue stripped sheets wrinkled under our weight, the white duvet tossed lazily at the foot of my bed.

“Anything. The beach.” He blurted out, eyes wide and staring back into mine. I couldn’t help but notice how the moon made them look even more blue. Just as deep and swimming in color. My hands were shaky, and my mind was racing. Suddenly, I was speaking.

“I think I like July the best.” I breathed, trying to remain calm. I let my hand slide off his shoulder and into his lap. My palm that rested on his thigh flipped only to show that he could take it if he wished to. I wouldn’t mind.

“June is great too. I like catching up with you, finally seeing you again. But the sand is the warmest in July. I love being able to know that. I love being able to walk next to you with my hands in my pockets one second and being thrown over your shoulder the next. I love when you race into the water in your nice clothes. How we swear to our parents we won’t do it again and we do. I love our traditions, I love that no matter how old we get we still do them. I love how you teach me everything you love so I can love it too. I love that nobody really knows about them but us.” I feel his hand now. His steady fingers intertwine with mine. His breathing has slowed juristically and his eyes have sunk back into the usual droopy state. But the moon still shines in his eyes the same, they still swim with color. I am still sotting next to Conrad.

“Talk to me.” I whisper in the silence. He squeezes my hand three times.

“What if things are never the same?” He won’t look at me, thats when I realize just how serious he is.

“What do you mean?” My thumb rubs against the back of his hand. His skin is warm and soft. I want to kiss it, make it better. Know him fully again.

“I’m already losing my mom, what if I lose you too?” And suddenly I know him. I see how his mothers obvious illness is affecting him, even if she won’t admit she’s sick again. He had to have known, which meant I did too. I can see how his father’s infidelity makes him blind with rage, and I see how anxiety eats away at his insides until he is nothing more than a once occupied space. Over his family, over me.

We both know he is leaving soon. Only going farther away from me. He’ll be in college and I will be a senior. Its in our nature to see the world differently as we grow. I see him thinking about Johnny and Brett. Wondering if we’ll have the same fate.

“You know me.” I remind him, then. I squeeze his hands three times, I remind him how much I love him. I’m afraid I’ll never stop. “And I’ll never forget you.” My hand leaves his to brush the hair out of his face. I let my palm rest against his wet cheek selfishly.

“How can you be certain?” His weight rested in the palm of my hand, skin being molded under the soft motion of my thumb against his cheek.

I paused, biting my tongue. I knew the answer, but I couldn’t find the words right away.

“When we’re old and have to leave the earth, I’ll still remember all I’ve learned. From you.” I felt him smile. His eyes scrunched up delicately, knocking the stray tears away from his eyes. They pooled around my hand. I let them lay. Still.

“I love you, always know that.” I reassured him, my gaze locked in his eyes. Stuck.

“I love you too. And I know, I know you.” Summer would always be summer as long as I had Conrad, and I knew he felt the same.

I knew him like no other. It was a scary reality, trusting someone with something so delicate, so special. But when that anxiety takes over I get to remind myself that its only Conrad. The boy who tossed a football over the fence and taught me how to be a kid.

I wonder if he threw it over on purpose.

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nena-la-fresa · 4 years ago

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A Pirate’s Life For Me

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All characters are written during the time skip even in the AU’s which puts them in their 20′s.

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Pairing: Pirate! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Noble Lady! Reader

Word Count: 4555

She never knew what it was, but there was always something about the ocean that mesmerized her. Every moment she got to look out a window her eyes would always land on the sea. Even know at a social gathering her parents were throwing she’d find herself looking at the windows.

It would take someone to call her name, “Y/n these lovely ladies were asking you a question.” Poe, her family guard, walked up from behind her. He placed his hand on her lower back, the other women noticed and faked a smile to the both of them.

Y/n looked at Poe before the women, “Oh I’m sorry. What was the question?” Poe laughed lightly and patted her head, “I’m sorry lady’s but it seems Y/n’s in her own world right now. Please excuse her behavior.” He had always done this, yet every time he did it always felt so...malicious.

The thing about Poe was that he wasn’t only just a guard, his family had been close to her parents. In a way, they were childhood friends, he’s always look out for her, spend time with her. The only problem was that Poe developed feelings, the only thing Y/n saw in him was just as he was. A childhood friend, everyone knew this, which was why some of the women who were fascinated with Poe disliked her.

It wasn’t like she had asked Poe to like her, nor did she ever ask to be a noble lady. Had her parents told her this was the way being a noble lady would be she would have ran away sooner. She grew tired of the draining social gatherings and the way all these people just turned on each other when given the chance.

She turned to Poe, “I’m going to go for a walk around the garden.” Y/n began to turn when he stopped her, “I’ll come with you.”

“Not it’s alright. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I just need some air.”

Suffocating was the only word she could describe it to be. Almost every time she’d find herself wanting to escape, most times she didn’t, but when she did she’d go for long walks around the town. She didn’t know how but she’d always find herself at the docks.

Just like the tide, she felt herself being pulled towards the sea. The sound of the waves, the taste of the salt in the air, and how the sun kissed her skin as it began to set. Euphoric was how she’d describe it, her daily dose of serotonin, but always at this hour, she’d be pulled out of it.

The sound of the drunk sailors and pirates laughing mixed with the sounds of cups clinking against one another was enough to catch her attention. She knew she had found herself on the wrong side of town, she knew the docks weren’t safe. She always heard the gossip the men would spill when they thought no one was around, about how they wished they could participate in the same actions as the pirates.

Never would she have believed it was true, twenty years of her life and she had never thought anyone would be willing to lay on tables for men pleasured them while others watched. She had tried her best to avoid looking at anyone.

But curiosity got the best of her. One particular woman whose head was hanging off of the table made eye contact with her, her breast bouncing as the man thrusted into her. The woman smiled while Y/n just watched stunned, she motioned for Y/n to come closer but the noble lady just walked backward. Forgetting she was at the edge of the dock she missed her step and fell in.

Y/n felt herself sinking, as much as she tried to pull herself up she couldn’t. She knew she hated these dresses, they always felt so heavy. Still sinking Y/n could feel her breath running out. She tried untying her dress but nothing would budge. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore on instinct she opened her mouth to get air but all that came in was water. She could feel herself slipping, her eyes closing as she felt hands pull on her to have them fully wrapped around her.

Y/n woke up to the feeling of something warm on her lips, and then to the unpleasant feeling of water coming out of her throat. She sat up and coughed up the water, as she was done she felt something warm being wrapped around her. She looked up, the man who saved her had olive-brown hair that shined in the moonlight, and his eyes, the way that they shinned from the reflection of the fire made her feel all kinds of things.

“T-thank you.” The man looked down at her, his face stern. “Yeah well if I didn’t I wouldn’t get my reward.”

“Reward? What reward?” Just when asked she heard Poe’s voice, “I see you found her, well good job pirate. Your reward.” He spoke in a condescending tone, emphasizing the word ‘Pirate’ as if the word was repulsive.

Poe threw the money to the man, he had caught it with one hand before pulling Y/n up and pushing her back to Poe. “Tell the nobles to keep her on a leash on her if they don’t want to lose her again.”

“I’m not an animal,” The man looked at her, she turned away before whispering, “bloody pirate.” Poe ignored her words to check her whole body for any bruises, he removed the cloak and threw it at the man.

Feeling the breeze on her skin she looked down and saw that her once heavy dress was no longer there. Her undergarments and the top of her breast exposed, feeling embarrassed she covered her chest but in doing so caught the men staring at them. He smirked as he looked her up and down before he spoke “Careful not to fall in any more oceans my lady,” with a playful sarcasm in his tone, “I won’t always be there to save you.” And with that, he left.

It was the first time she could say that she felt a tingling sensation, it went from her cheeks, stomach, all the way to her...her, she could dare think the word.

“Tsk, who does he think he is. He says that as if I’m not the one to care for you. But don’t worry Y/n, you won’t see him anymore, these pirates never stay in one city for long. In fact, I think they might be leaving tonight.” Poe took off his jacket to cover Y/n, “Let’s go home, you’re parents are worried.”

She wanted to push Poe away from her but she knew he’d get upset. She couldn’t help but notice the difference between the two men. When Poe did nice things they felt forced as if he felt he shouldn’t have to do them. While this man she just met, he didn’t need to wrap her in his cloak. But perhaps she was overthinking, she just met him, there was nothing more. Nothing more than the temperatures on their bodies. Being next to Poe she felt cold, and him...he felt, warm...safe.

Y/n pictured his face again, wanting to see it one last time she turned back. She saw him, at the edge of the dock directing other men to put things away. Feeling something watching him he turned back, it was her, but she quickly looked back.

Unfazed the man continued what he was doing, while he had she continued to listen to Poe ramble on. She never had a moment of silence around him, and just when she was about to say something he cut her off.

“Y/n, you know, we’ve known each other for a long time now.” He let go of her waist to put his hand behind him.

“Yes, for as long as I remember.” She continued looking straight, she was so close to behind home. But he just had to stop her.

“Y/n let’s stop for a second. The moon is out, let’s enjoy this.” He looked up at the sky.

“I’ve much rather do that on my balcony.” She was about to continue walking when she felt a tug on her hand. Turning back she looked at Poe, on his one knee. “A long time you’ve been unmarried. I’ve waited five years. We’ve both rejected marriages, it’s about time we tried it,” he stopped to smile as he took out a ring, “what do you say?”

Giving him a sincere look, “Poe-” Cut off again.

“Now before you say no you should really think about it. Think of it, really, we’d be the most incredible couple. Above everyone, wouldn’t you like that? You wouldn’t have to worry about anything, you could stay with me, have my children and do well whatever it is you do in your spare time.” Poe stood up, grabbing her hand he put the ring on her finger, “It even looks good on you.”

Y/n pulled back her hand, “No. Poe this needs to stop, I won’t marry you. I won’t marry anyone. What do all of you not understand? I don’t need anyone, and I certainly don’t need children.”

“You ungrateful bitch. I could give you everything, is it because of that pirate? Is that what’s changing your mind?” He came closer to her, “Did you fuck him? Suck his cock? I saw the way you were looking at him.”

She scoffed, “Maybe I did. If I did would that get you off my back? Would that get all of you to leave me alone?” Y/n backed away, “But maybe I will, I think I’ll go back and sit on his cock while I write a letter to you. I’ll tell you about how it’s much bigger than yours.”

“You’ll regret this.” Poe glared at her as he pushed past her.

Taking a deep breath she looked up at the sky, “Maybe I should leave. Leave early in the morning no one would know, catch the first boat that leaves tomorrow.” She chuckled, “Who am I kidding, I’d never survive out there.” Y/n sighed turning as she made her way to her room to bathe before sleeping.

She was woken by the sounds of her maid rushing into the room. “Lady wake up, your father has an announcement.”

She groaned as the light in her room hit her eyes, “About what?”

“Your engagement.” The maid said through a smile as she set out the dress.

“My what?” Y/n eyes opened as she sat up from the bed. ‘He didn’t...did he?’ She thought as she brought a hand to her mouth.

“My lady! You, you did! No wonder he’s so happy. Why hadn’t you told me before!” The maid pulled Y/n’s hand to inspect the ring.

Looking at her hand she saw the ring, how could she have forgotten it. “Mary, what did my father say.”

Mary smiled, “He said yes! So we so excited when Poe told him you have said yes to his proposal!”

“Mary, I never said yes.” Voice cracking as she noticed the joy in Mary’s face leave.

“What do you mean? You have the ring.”

Y/n grabbed marries hand, “I told him no last night, he grabbed my hand and put it on. He told me that...he told me that I’d regret doing it.”

“Oh.”

“I can’t marry him, Mary. He’s not as nice as everyone thinks he is.” A tear slipping down her face.

Mary wiped her tears, “Why don’t you leave?” She lightly palmed her face.

“Leave? Where would I go? Isn’t that a bit more drastic than just telling the truth?” It was better, but knowing Poe and his charm she’d never have a chance at getting the truth out.

“Well yes. But you’ve always dreamt of another life other than this. I’ve known you since you were a babe, I know this isn’t what you want. You’re always looking for the sea, take the ring sell it to get on a ship, and never look back. It’s your chance to get away, I say take this opportunity.”

Every step she took had a pain in her heart, she’d be leaving home. She knew she’d miss home, her siblings, but she couldn’t do it. Not when she knew Poe would still be around, she knew she’d never be free if she was around him, she felt the kind of man he was, and she didn’t want to find out what else he could do.

And the more she walked the closer she heard the crash of the waves. She could taste the salt in the air, to her at this moment, it tasted like freedom.

As Y/n made it down to the docks she noticed the men were putting things away on the ship. It seemed as they were about to leave, just as she was about to make her way she saw two of her family guards strolling by. “Shit.” She hid behind a corner not noticing the vendor watching her, “You know miss, that group of pirates don’t let women on their ship.” Y/n gasped and turned towards the vendor, she calmed down from her scare before she began to speak. “Why not?”

“Alone at sea with fourteen men could cause trouble. Especially if it’s just one woman. Best you keep your distance from them. You seem like a noble lady, they’d tear you apart. Use you for ransom, you seem like you’re trying to leave especially if you’d risk going there.”

Y/n sighed as she leaned against the wall watching the men, “I wouldn’t suppose you’d know how to get on without that happening, would you?”

The woman smiled, “In fact I do. Did some adventuring back in my day. Follow me.”

The woman took her to the back of her shop. She hurried the girl to undress, she helped bind her chest, and gave her men’s clothing. “Remember, don’t speak. They’ll notice, you’re language is much different than theirs. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb, keep your head down and try to hide if you can.”

Y/n looked in the mirror, she looked much different than she usually did. Her face still looked the same but she hoped it didn’t give her away if someone looked at her for too long. “Now hurry before they leave.” The vendor pushed her out of the shop, Y/n slouched her shoulders and tried to have a bad posture. All the training as a child would give her away too.

She got close to the ship, she tried to find the lightest thing to carry. She leaned forward when a man passed behind her, “With your knee’s laddie, or else you’d hurt your back and be no use to us.”

Like he said she used her knees and my gods did she wonder how she’d survive if she’d never been able to lift a finger at home. The other men carried heavier things while she just carried a box of rum, “Where’s Captain find this kid, can’t even carry a box.”

“Who knows. Kid make sure that goes under, in the correct spot alright.”

Y/n nodded and kept walking. When she got to cargo hold she looked at the stairs, it almost seemed impossible. “Don’t worry, it’s bad at first, but the more you do it the easier it gets.” A man that looked about her age passed her as he went down.

She built up the courage and did it, when she got there she just followed the young man. Looking around it was well lit, if it wasn’t a pirate ship she would have thought that the candles were romantic. She started to look around when she felt the ship start to move.

She smiled and made her way up to the deck when she did she heard yelling, “Where is she?” Her body stiffened. The captain by the edge of the ship, “Where’s who?”

“Y/n, I know you took her.” Poe yelled as the boat kept moving he looked at the crew and his eyes miraculously found her, “Y/n get off the ship now!” He looked back at the captain, “Get her off pirate!”

A redhead laughed at the upset Poe, “We don’t take women on this ship. Why don’t you look somewhere else, perhaps in a brothel. She seemed like she’d be good in one with the way she looked in her undergarments.”

Poe’s jaw clenched as he watched her face soften as she looked away from him.

It crossed the Captain’s mind that perhaps she has snuck onto the ship. But he didn’t really think she’d be stupid enough to. She lived a comfortable life, why would she trade that for being on a ship with only men.

“Wakatoshi, how long till we get to where we’re going?” The man with the red hair spoke.

“Two months.” Wakatoshi said low, but then looked at the crew. It still bugging his mind, ‘Had she snuck on? How could she, surely the rest of them would have noticed her, right?’ His voice now booming, “All of you, on the main deck now.”

In his head he counted all of them, getting the fourteen, then fifteen. “It seems that a crow has found its way onto our ship.” His voice still boomed as he made his way from the quarterdeck down to the main deck.

His second mate smiling maliciously as he leaned against the stairs, “And how do you know that my captain.”

“Well for about a year now we’ve had the same number of men on our crew. Fourteen men, including myself, so that means we have a false man.” Ushijima’s eyes find her quickly, hidden behind two of the newer crewmates. “But in this case, our crow happens to be a little sparrow.” Ushijima pushes past the new crewmates to her.

Y/n’s eyes widen as Ushijima pulled her to the middle of the deck. He removes her hat, once he starts to unbutton her shirt was when she couldn’t stay quiet anymore. He figured her out, so no point in hiding. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” She yanked herself from his grasp, “You already snuck a peak yesterday do you have to look again? Is that how you bloody pirates work?”

Ushijima scoffed, “I saved your life, I wasn’t looking. Not much to look at anyway.”

“You ba-” She was cut off but someone clearing their throat. Both of them looked over to the sound, Ushijima’s second mate spoke, “So we gonna take her back or throw her off the ship?”

“Throw me off? Are you mad?” She looked over the Captain as if the idea was outlandish.

“It’s too much work to take her back, we might as well just throw her off.” Ushijima picked her up over his shoulder and began to carry her over to the edge.

“Please don’t do this. It’s a far swim, I could drown again, or-” She tried to think of more reasons. “Or I could be eaten by sharks. You’d have blood on your hands.”

“We already do, so it won’t matter to us.” Once he got to the edge of the ship he removed her from his shoulder, setting her down on the railing.

“Oh come on you bloody pirate. I can’t go back, and all my efforts to leave that god damn place to get onto your ship would be for nothing. Just let me stay till your next stop. And-and after that, you won’t have to see me anymore. I promise.”

He said nothing as he watched her beg, he put his hand on her chest and pushed. Just as she was falling back she grabbed his arm, “Please, I’ll do anything.” She was surprised that he didn’t push her off of him. Taking the opportunity she pulled herself back, “Really, I’ll do anything.” Y/n’s hand drifted down his chest, hesitating a bit she let her hand go down his trousers. Feeling his skin as she got to his cock, she looked up at him as she ran her thumb across the tip.

“Aw come on Wakatoshi,” A man with ash blonde hair said while leaning against the railing, “when are you ever gonna see a noble lady whore herself out. If you don’t fuck her I will.”��

“Oh come on Semi, you know the Captain is too strict on his code.” Ohira laughed as he watched his Captain glare at them.

“Two months and you’re gone, hope you can handle it.” Ushijima removes her hand and brings her down from the railing. “Go stand over there.” He points to the middle of the deck, listening to what he says Y/n follows instructions.

“Take off your clothes.” Nodding her head she begins to take off her shirt, ‘What the fuck am I doing. Am I actually gonna do this? Oh god, I’m I gonna get fucked by all fourteen men...what the fuck was I thinking.’ Her thoughts were rambling on when she noticed Ushijima remove his shirt.

“You really gonna break your code?” Ushijima’s second mate, Tendou smirked, “So unlike you, but I hope you’re gonna let us all fuck her. She is only here for two months.”

“No one except me is gonna fuck her.” Not taking his eyes off of her as she removed the bind. He watched as her breast well perfectly fell back into place.

“Wait a second that’s not fair.” Shirabu glared at his Captain before the Captain said anything Semi did, “Don’t worry Shirabu, he said fuck, we could still get our dick sucked.”

“You won’t be doing anything but watching.” Pushing himself off the railing Ushijima made his way towards her, “On your knees.”

Slowly going down to her knees she looked up to him, confused as to what she had to do, “You gonna suck my cock, or do I just throw you off the ship?”

Y/n shook her head, “No, I’ll do it.” She untied his trousers touching his cock again she felt it harder than how she felt it before. He was even bigger than she’d imagine. Y/n cleared her throat as she began to lean closer, using her tongue she gave the tip a couple of licks before she got bolder. She dragged her tongue from the bottom of his cock slowly. At a distance, it was hard to notice but she felt him twitch at the motion it made her smirk before taking him fully in her mouth.

Getting tired of her slow head movement, Ushijima grabbed her hair in one hand, while the other places guided her. Forcing her to move fast made him moan, “Fuck” He whispered. Gagging made him stop, he pulled her head back to give her some air.

Coughing slightly she looked around, eyes widened when she saw some of the crew. Some of their hard cock out as they fucked their own hands.

Feeling a shift she felt Wakatoshi come closer to her, “This is why we don’t have slut on our ship.” Lifting her chin he began to kiss down her neck, in between each kiss he spoke, “They can never keep it in their pants. Always wanting to fuck something, but you like that idea don’t you. I’m sure if you had it your way you’d want all of them to fuck you, to stretch this little pussy of yours.” While his lips found their way to her breast taking small bites, his hand slowly dragged down her stomach.

Feeling his callous fingers rub her clit slowly, “Who knew that a noble lady would get wet at the idea of getting fucked in front of pirates.”

A breathless moan made its way out of her mouth, “I-I’m not.”

“Oh yeah?” Ushijima smirked at her, he raised his hand, “Why don’t you see for yourself.” Seeing her juices run down his fingers made her face heat up. She looked away only for him to turn her face back, “Open your mouth.” She slowly opened her mouth, feeling the heat from her face drift through her body.

Putting his fingers in her mouth, “Now suck.” He felt her tongue drag across his fingers, “Good girl.”

Pulling his fingers out he turned her around, he smirked when he saw all the crew he smirked. “Have fun fucking your hands for 2 months.”

Ushijima pressed Y/n’s back to his chest, not giving her any warning he slipped his cock into her dripping pussy. A light scream came from her as he thrust her hips against her, his hand gripping her waist while the other lightly wrapped around her throat.

“Y-you’re too big.” She moaned feeling his hand tightened. His thrusters became faster, his cock hitting against her walls. She could feel herself getting closer the more he hit against the right spot.

“My gods she’s so hot. Look at the faces she’s making.” The ash-blonde continues to pump his fist to the sound of their skin slapping.

Ushijima could feel her getting closer by the way her walls clamped around him, not only that but he could feel her whole body shaking. He brought one hand down to her clit, rubbing it nicely and at the same pace as he was going.

Another moan and her head rested against his shoulder, “T-toshi.” Looking down at her he saw her eye lustful watery eyes. Her hand found its way to his head pulling him closer, not resisting he found his lips against her.

Distracted his pace got slower but his thrust got harder, he felt her move slightly away as she moans against his lips. Normally he’d close his eyes to focus on cumming, but he couldn’t. Not when she made such lewd and pretty faces.

She winces feeling him pull out, before she could say anything she was turned around once more and lifted up. She held onto his shoulders as he held her up from her thighs. This time with how wet her pussy was he slipped right in, embarrassed by the noises she tried to hide her face in his chest.

“Oh gods, Toshi. Right there.”Wakatoshi kept his hard pace until he grunted to feeling her sweet cunt squeeze him, hearing him grunt was a small warning for her. She felt his load overflow inside her, she slowly began to fall in love with the feeling of his cum spilling out of her.

Wakatoshi looked down at her head feeling her chest move against his. He averted his eyes to the crew that he completely forgot was there, clearing his throat he wrapped Y/n’s legs around his waist. “Alright, shows over. Put your dicks away and get working.”

He heard the rest of them groan while he leaned in to whisper in Y/n’s ear while he took her to his quarters, “And you. Better get used to all this fucking.”

Her face heated up from the thought of being fucked by him again..it was gonna be a long good two months.

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