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kiranxsingh‌:

“I could but I don’t think you’d like me rummaging through your villa.” Kiran replied in a matter of fact tone. It was usual for her to pester someone for something, though her usual victims were more than willing to oblige. “You’re really angry. You know yoga could help with that. Or food, that’s what makes me happy. What’s your favorite food? Can you cook?”

“Dùin do ghob,” he muttered to himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He stood from his chair, straightening his back and rising over her. He had no interest nor did he tolerate being spoken to in a way that insinuated that he was lesser than her. “Deh use that fuckin’ tone with me. If ye think, for one fuckin’ moment, that ah’m goan cook for ye, ye really are a goon.” 

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🛏️ ––– for erica.

In the years he had spent in the Markovy’s employment, there had been few, if any, nights where he rested his eyes for more than four hours at a time. It was his job to make sure the princess stayed safe, not to worry about his own comfort. It had been a solid 36 hours since he had last rested his eyes, and he could feel his eyes drooping every few seconds. They had arrived at their safe place, a small hotel, an hour ago. He had sent message to his most trusted colleagues, asking them to come over so he and Ekatarina could get some rest. There had been an exponential growth of attacks and threats pointed the Markovy’s way lately. He would not let his exhaustion compromise her safety. He got up from the recliner in the corner and yawned. “Go get yerself some sleep. We’re leavin’ again in a few hours.” He set some water to boil and opened a packet of coffee and emptying it in a mug. He then grabbed a second, twisted it in his fingers for a moment, before doing the same. He would not rest until he was certain the place was watched. 

He sipped the boiling hot coffee, feeling the bitter liquid sliding down his throat and giving him just the alertness he needed for now. He brought the cup with him and put it on a side table as he looked in the mirror. The cut that ran from the tail of his left eyebrow down to his jawline was beginning to scar. His own fault, for not taking care of it or allowing Ekatarina to take care of it earlier. He brought his fingers to it, rubbing them over the slightly raised terrain of his skin. He didn’t care much for his appearance, but the skin that covered his face remained tight and uncomfortable, even if it had been weeks since the cut had been made. He spotted the princess in the mirror, watching him which in her mind must have been inconspicuously. He moved his hand down and downed the rest of the coffee, which burnt his throat a little, but he didn’t care. He did not want her to think he was vain or insecure–– he wasn’t. 

Erica was still walking around, readying herself for bed when he received the OK. “We’re all clear.” His statement was curt, and he placed his gun down on the bedside table next to the smaller of the two beds. They usually spoke more, but his mind and voice seemed so tired they had slowed down, and he didn’t have the energy. His blade, he shuffled beneath his pillow and he removed his shirt before lying down on the bed and turning off the light. “Get some rest, princess.” 

Despite the exhaustion of his body, his mind wouldn’t stop racing. He slipped in and out of consciousness, his right hand beneath his head under his pillow, clasping the knife in case he would have to use it during the night. His alarm was set, and his eyes kept following the digital alarm clock, noticing the minutes he could sleep tick away too quickly. He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply and attempted to relax. 

Leroy was unsure whether it was hours or minutes later when he suddenly felt a soft touch against his hand. His fist closed tighter around the dagger and he was about to press it to whomever touched him’s neck when he recognised the voice that was so seldom soft, speaking to him in a gentle, calm tone. He was supposed to protect her, take care of her. However, he was too fatigued to really care. He closed his eyes again, and allowed his fingertips to caress hers. She took the unspoken invitation and sat down beside him. He could feel her slow breathing where her side rested against him. His eyes slid shut once again, and he barely registered her body coming to rest against his until he woke up the following morning.

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princexbennett‌:

“Thank you,” He said with a breath out, sighing in relief. He honestly had no idea if the pirate would give him this much. He seemed quite standoffish on approach. The burn on his back did appreciate not having to fight for the sunscreen. “From there, I won’t have to bother you again about it.”

“Ye’re all good.” Leroy walked in large strides, as he always did, towards the warehouse. “Cu’moan, keep up,” he urged the prince. Even though he was determined to take care of the prince, as that was his duty and technically had become part of his job description, he wasn’t about to babysit. “Anythin’ ye might need is here. If ye need permission, I’ll give ye me number and ye can text me. Don’t call unless it’s a fuckin’ emergency and ye’re about to die.” Once they came to a halt near the warehouse, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Ah’m supposed to take care of ye, so that’s what I’ll do. Take care–– not babysit. Understood?” 

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deviiousprincess‌:

“I fucking know!” She snapped at him. As cathartic as it was to hit Leroy, as much as she would have loved to scream and yell and throw all sorts of blows at him– it wasn’t any fun unless he fought back. But she was still seething, still full of pent up adrenaline just from realising who he was, what he was. Ekaterina couldn’t even remember the last time that she had seen him, let alone shared a proper conversation. It felt like all of their time together, all the shit they had gone through… it had meant nothing to him. To her, however, it had been one of the better times of her life, having Leroy at her side. God– it was so hard to figure out what she could do next. There were so many urges bubbling to the surface of her conscious mind, and she had the advantage. Still, she tried to breathe slowly in order to think without lashing out or doing something stupid. But in their time apart, so much had changed. She’d done things that he would likely expect of her, but he could not know just how far away she had travelled from princess-dom. And he would not know. Not unless she chose to tell him, but could she trust him not to pass on that information to someone else? Could she trust him with anything, anymore?

The attempt to calm herself did not work. Her fury won out in the end.

All that was running through her head was how much she wanted to fight him, how much she wanted him to hit her back. How much she wanted a brawl. But he wasn’t going to give any of that to her, he wasn’t going to start throwing punches. So with an icy glare pointed right at Leroy’s face, Ekaterina did the next best thing she could think of; “Shut the fuck up,” Sneering out the words, she then leant down without warning and forcefully pressed her mouth to his, silencing him as she had demanded and fulfilling a long-hidden desire; it was ssomething she had wanted to do for a very, very long time. If she had re-met him in Europe, perhaps she would not have done it. Perhaps she would have just attemped to brawl. But on the island… the outside world was hardly a blip on her radar. Was there any reason to hold back any such urges? Pirates took what they pleased when they pleased. didn’t they? If she was part of their revolution, it made sense to take on a similar attitude. So, she took what she had been wanting.

The kiss was rough, animalistic, leaving her gasping each time she had an opportunity to suck in a lungful of air. She didn’t care. She refused to care. That was why she had ended up flooring him in the first place. It was out of anger more than affection at this point, and it was not at all how she had imagined kissing Leroy for the first time. But this was not a fairytale. This was real life. Holding herself there with one hand against the wood, and the other cupping his jaw, Ekaterina pushed all of her emotions toward the man into her actions. The frustration, the sadness, the anger, the hurt, the loathing– all of it. It was not a happy kiss in the slightest. But… it was still a kiss. A kiss she had waited for and had finally claimed.

When she eventually had to break away, breathing heavy while trying to rid herself of the dizziness swirling through her head, she let her hand reel backward and crack Leroy across the face in a hard slap. Ekaterina knew she should have hated him for this– knew she could pretend that she had not fallen to the vices and the goals of the pirates. And yet… her mind would not let her. She would have to settle for growling out disjointed words and sentences at the man she had once considered a close friend, an ally, her protector, her confidant, someone she had wanted something more with. “Fuck. You. Not a letter? Not even a word? What the fuck? I told you everything and you could not even– fuck you! I trusted you and this is what you do! I cannot believe that you– Ugh!”

The blow to his cheekbone was unsurprisingly hard. Not only had she received countless hours of fight training, he himself had had a part in that as well. He could feel the blood pumping underneath his skin, flooding and swelling up the skin over the bone. Even his eye prickled, and the only way he knew that she had not broken the bone was because he had not heard the crack. That was the ‘perk’ of getting hit in the face, identifying a broken bone was easy. Despite all that, he couldn’t be angry with her. What he had done had been a dick move. So much so that he had many times thought back and regretted it, though he never dared to try and make things up to her. After all, he had thought that he’d never see her again. 

When he left her side that one night never to return, he had made sure that she was safe. He knew he had hurt her, and one day, he would pay. That it would come so soon and that it was her own hand that made him, was not what he had expected. He lifted his hands in defeat when she told him to shut up. He wasn’t interested in pissing her off even further, as he knew that she would not hesitate to land him in hospital if she wanted to. 

His eyes remained open, for a moment utterly confused by her sudden change of heart. There had always been tension between them. It had started when Leroy realised that her tough-girl act was everything but that–– that it was true. 

Their teeth clashed against each other once his surprise faded. He allowed her to kiss him and he, taking the opportunity, kissed her back. The hand which he’d held up in defeat before came to rest against her neck, though he wisely left the other beside him. He had a feeling that holding her closer might end up with a knee to his crotch and that was a lot worse than a bruised cheek. 

“Mhac na galla!” he cursed, wincing as the pain from his cheekbone now spread throughout the left side of his face. For a moment during their kiss, it seemed to have faded. His mind was so occupied with the feeling of her lips against his, that the pain in his cheek seemed to have miraculously disappeared.

It was back now though. He pushed himself up from the floor, sliding out from beneath her and looking at her as she tried to find the right words. “Are ye done now? Will ye let me fuckin’ explain myself or do ye want to break me bloody bones first?” 

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🛏️ – for leroy

– It had been a taxing day, for both herself and for him. First, she had been chased by paparazzi, before Leroy finally bundled her into a car and drove her to a more remote location– not home, not yet. As her bodyguard, he’d refused to leave her side from the beginning of their… partnership, perhaps was the best word. And so, she had reluctantly allowed him to follow her like a lost puppy as she engaged in her special hobbies.

– And that had been their next stop. But they’d barely had any time to relax, it hadn’t just been a calm check up on her allies. Someone who arrived later than them had been trailed by people who were hellbent on killing every last member of her network– all for the just killing of their leader. He had been a human trafficker, and it had been her sole purpose of all of this to eradicate scum like that from her country. It had become a shootout, because of course nothing was to go right during the day. And Leroy, frustratingly, had kept trying to place himself in front of Ekaterina. She knew he was doing his job, but she couldn’t damn well shoot the intruders if his head kept obscuring her view.

– They killed all but one, whom they had sent up, bloody, bruised, non-fatally shot to send a message to anyone left from this group that opposed them. Leroy had suffered a bullet to the shoulder, but Ekaterina, aside from sporting several bruises, was safe. After a long, exhaustive car ride home, as dusk began to fall that she noticed the blood seeping through his shirt. She’d insisted– no, demanded that she take care of it, removing his shirt, yanking out the bullet rather forcefully despite his protests. Once she cleaned the wound and bandaged him up, Leroy had spat out several curse words, and she had returned her own in an argument they had had many, many times before, and it always ended in both of them refusing to speak to the other.

– After cleaning her tools, putting them away, she felt the fatigue of the day wash over her. Sleep. She needed sleep. Falling into her bed, she laid with her back to Leroy, uncaring of what her bodyguard did now. She knew that he knew she was still upset. Only trying to help. And she knew that he was still upset. In pain and determined to do things for himself. This always happened, no matter the situation. Two unchecked tempers in the same room, working together– of course they were bound to explode at each other. They would come around eventually, but in the moment, they drove each other mad, and Ekaterina had learned to expect that from him.

– What she had not expected, however, was to hear the scuffle of shoes being removed, and to felt strong arms scoop her up from the edge of the mattress and move her inward. Leroy’s body then pressed against her, and heat rose in her cheeks as she stiffened. No, she was still mad. Why wasn’t he still mad? Why did he have to do this? Every time she’d thought she had a handle on him, he did something to surprise her, did something that made that fucking affection that had been growing for him become more and more.

– After a couple of minutes had passed, their breathing synchronised and the only sounds in the quiet of Ekaterina’s bedroom, her hand finally reached back for his and linked their fingers together. Tugging with a little more force than necessary to bring his arm across her body, she then hugged his forearm to her chest. If he was going to insist on staying where he was, then… Ekaterina was going to insist it was comfortable.

– Before he could make any sort of remark about her action, she quickly interjected. “Not. A. Word. I am still mad at you,” Though her tight grip on him suggested otherwise, she would absolutely keep trying to pretend she had any sort of control over her feelings for him, arguments or no, shootouts or no, embraces like this, or no. And she would not tell him that she liked it. “If you move, I will punch you.” She finally grumbled, and moved back further into him before feeling the fatigue truly overwhelm her and drifting into sleep.

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dancingevie‌:

“Manipulator? No way, you were just afraid to admit you’re already warming up to being my friend.” She teased, shaking her head at the other. “A mysterious pirate, I can’t deny being intrigued. “Well you can call me Evie.”

“Oh, please. You wish.” The pirate couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. He couldn’t quite imagine what it would be like for her, being in this place. Her optimism was something he both admired and something he liked to belittle. “Evie, what’s that short for? Evelyn?” 

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dancingevie‌:

“Oh yes, I could tell you were strongly considering it.” She teased before shrugging her shoulders. “It did get me to the cove though.” Evie raised an eyebrow. “Oh I have to earn it? And what exactly am I signing up for in earning your name?” She questioned as she stood to follow the man.

“Yeah, ye got what ye wanted. Ye little manipulator.” Truly, if he hadn’t already been playing with the idea of taking her there, he wouldn’t have done it. However, she seemed kind enough and getting out felt like a good idea. “Don’t ye like a bit of mystery? Just wait an’ see.” 

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dancingevie‌:

Evie shrugged her shoulders, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “It was worth the try though.” She hummed, not at all adjusted to the island yet given her recent arrival. “Thank you. Do I get your name too? Or do we get to keep an element of mystery here?”

“Ye nearly fooled me.” He got up from his seat and thought for a second. “Question is, have ye earned it? I think no’.” He mirrored the playful smirk she showed and cocked his head towards the door. “Follow me.” 

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deviiousprincess‌:

Ekaterina could only see red. She’d expected to pass by the rough-looking man with barely a glance in his direction, but she knew that face– she knew it well. Stopping in her tracks, trying to calm her nervous system though her hands twitched in rage. She could have been happy to see him, could have even been relieved to see him– after all, they were on the same side, weren’t they? But the feelings she’d experienced when he’d left her family’s employment, seemingly for no conceivable reason– without a proper goodbye, without Ekaterina able to speak candidly to the man who had confused her terribly, as she’d so hoped –had come rushing back. So, he was against the monarchy now? Bully for him. That did nothing to stop her anger, nor did it stop her from sprinting toward Leroy fucking Madison with the look of death in her eyes.

“Курва пиардоланая!” The bellowed words were the cause for him to turn, but she didn’t slow her strides, instead using all her strength to collide with the man and tackle him to the ground. Propping herself up, she let her figure, small though it was, loom over him with an intimidating glare. “What the fuck!?” Ekaterina snarled out. “This is why you left? This is where you have been? I cannot fucking believe you– I should– you are so– fuck!” She couldn’t even find the words to express how she was feeling, but like hell she’d cry about this sort of thing. Was it some sort of curse? Was everyone she’d ever come into contact with outside of the royalty destined to turn to bloody piracy? It was hypocritical to be mad, hypocritical to criticise him when she had very nearly turned to it the same. Wildly, she made to throw a punch at Leroy’s face, wanting her knuckles to connect with his cheek with a satisfying crack.

The sound of footsteps didn’t register with him at first. It wasn’t until he heard the all too familiar slavic tones that he realised who had been charging at him and how it was probably in his best interest to get far away from her. His decision to leave was one he had contemplated for a long time. He’d tried to bring it up, tried to speak to her, speak to her family, hell–– he’d written letters, gone over his goodbye thousands of times but in the end it was just too difficult. Not only did he have distinct feelings for the princess, but there was a sense of camaraderie and friendship between the two. It was hard enough to leave, let alone actually look her in the face and explain his decision.

Not that it would’ve mattered. He watched her, a slightly amused yet also guilty look on his face. His shoulder blades ached from where they had hit the wooden floor and he leaned up on his elbow, but he didn’t even try to get up. “Ye have every right tae be angry with me, lass,” he told her with a nod. As he saw her fist approaching his face, he merely closed his eyes and allowed it to collide with his cheekbone. He winced, but the corners of his lips curled upwards. “Ye want to kick me too? I’m down now anyway.” 

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dancingevie‌:

Evie smiled at the other. “Well I’ll be sure to keep the attempt up. I’ve been told I’m a great friend. Very fun.” She replied with a small grin before shrugging. “Pretty easy. We go get on one of those boats. You take me there and I’ll show you all the sights.”

“Ha! Nice try, but that’s not happenin’ and ye know it.” Did he feel bad about the way they handled things sometimes? Sure. He missed his father, and he was here willingly. Nevertheless, this was the way things were and he wasn’t about to disagree with the Tulach’s. “Know what? I’ll take ye to the caves. Ye still get yer boat ride, just not that far.” 

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jackatsea‌:

Jack grinned at the other. “I know it’s a good idea that’s why I cam up with it.” He teased before shrugging his shoulders. “Nothing terribly exciting in my life. Same ol’ same ol’, my royal is annoying as hell. What about you?”

Leroy applauded jokingly and then clapped him on the shoulder. He shoved his hands into his pockets and began heading towards the canteen. “What royal’s yours? Mine’s... I don’t fuckin’ know actually, I haven’t made me mind up yet.” 

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dancingevie‌:

“No, that was my attempt to make a friend.” Evie replied with a small smile before chuckling softly. “I don’t really know you enough to say exactly how to win you over unless you’d like to give a hint.” The princess grinned. “Australia. Would you like me to show you?”

“I’ll give ye one thing–– it was a sound attempt.” Leroy had never been quite good at making friends. He usually got to know people through work and at some point it turned into a friendship. Any kind of deliberate attempt was impressive to him. “Colour me intrigued. Show me how?”

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dancingevie‌:

Evie’s eyebrows furrowed as soon as the question was directed towards her. “Well, a friend?” The princess questioned with an attempted smile. “I don’t think there is much else I can offer you while kidnapped.”

“Is that yer attempt to play on me heartstrings? Ye should know, that’s not how ye win me over, lass,” the Scotsman told her with a chuckle. He had a small heart, and despite her little pity party, she hadn’t made him close his heart up yet. His decision wasn’t made. “Where are ye from?” 

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ofavraham‌:

“So, you’re telling me that isn’t impressive?” The woman asked, now folding her arms over her chest. She giggled softly to herself, shaking her head a little. “Let’s see if you can do better, maestro.”

“Impressive? Sure. Useful... Nah.” Nevertheless, he picked up one of the darts and focused. His eyes fixated on the spot right next to where her dart had landed, before aiming at the same spot. He was a little off centre, and he chuckled. “Darts aren’t me thing, obviously.” 

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kiranxsingh‌:

“Booze.” Kiran answered, the word muffled through her soft lips as the young pirate tore through a pixie stick. As if she needed more excuse to be the hyperactive hellion most thought her to be when on sugar. “I know you have it!” Kiran added, waving the half empty plastic stick in his direction before returning it to her mouth, “gimme!”

Leroy watched her with a look of pure disdain. The nerve she had to demand alcohol of him. Even if she was joking, he didn’t appreciate being spoken to in the way she was now.  “What do I look like to ye, a fuckin’ waiter?” he exclaimed, irritation and a hint of anger in his voice. “Ye get it yerself.”

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princexbennett‌:

“Just …. some sunscreen?” Bennett said. His Icelandic skin did not handle the sun so well. “Or to tell me where or how I can get some. I’d rather not turn into a tomato if that is possible. Surely there must be some more lying around, somewhere. Is that truly too much to ask for?”

Letting his eyes look over the pale-skinned boy, who had most likely never spent so much time in a warm, sunny environment like this, it seemed like a valid request. “Sunscreen’s for yer health, ye’re allowed to have it.” He usually carried a small tube, but that was his own, he wasn’t about to give it away. “Follow me. I’ll show ye where to get it.” 

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dancingevie‌:

Evie offered a kind smile as she looked at the man that was most certainly a pirate. “I was wondering if you could direct me to where one of the coves I’ve been hearing about is located.” She assumed the pirates would likely know where they could be found and Evie was more than curious.

“Ha!” Leroy scoffed. Of course Leroy was well-aware of the coves as he spent loads of time there. However, he wasn’t quite sure whether he was interested in taking the curious cat to the place he liked to come to calm down. “Alright, lass, why should I do tha’? What’s in it for me?”