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macbethsymphony · 1 year ago

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CHARLOU!!! BB!!! ily so much! oh my gosh you're the freaking best spoiling me like that! Should be freaking illegal! Can I request one more? Only when you have time! But that discussion we had about Buggy has been living rent free in my mind. Fuck! Pretty please~ I LOVE YOU!!!!

-M✨

Mille!!! bb!! You know damn well that it was already half-written. It's been living rent-free in my mind too hun hahahaha (I recommend the Jack Sparrow theme as you read it) Love you too, you horndog <3

In Search of Shanks

Buggy x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.9k

warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, rough sex, drunk sex, slight alcohol abuse, there's no plot people... it's just smut

Summary: While traveling through the grand line in search of Red-haired Shanks you encounter Buggy the Clown... and things ensue OR you fuck the clown

You were already wasted as you stumbled into the fourth bar of your night. No one knew shit. The bastard’s location still remained a fucking mystery.

“Hi there,” you drawled at the bartender as you slumped none so elegantly down on the standing stool. “Know anything about the whereabouts of Red-haired Shanks?”

The bartender glanced at you, raising an eyebrow as he wiped down a glass. “Shanks, huh?” he repeated with a bemused smile. “Been a while since I’ve seen him.” He leaned forward as he continued. “No idea where he went though, lass. Anything to drink?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Figures. The bastard’s slippery as fuck.” You fumbled in your coin pouch, slamming a few berries on the counter with a bit more force than necessary. “Whatever’s cheapest please.��

The bartender chuckled and poured you a mug of something that smelled like it could strip paint. You took a long swig, wincing as the harsh liquid burned its way down your throat.

You turned around, squinting your eyes as you struggled to put into focus your surroundings. This was a sketchy establishment. Musty and falling apart at the seams. Just like you. Your gaze landed on something red, slightly gleaming in the shitty flickering lamplight.

Red nose.

A red fucking nose, huh? What a weird fellow.

Wait.

A red nose should remind you of something. Right! Your mind distantly placed it. Some tall tales recounted around a campfire about being part of Gold Roger’s crew.

Fucking hell.

Lady Luck worked in strange ways.

“Hey! You! Big red nose!” you shouted, pointing unsteadily in his direction.

The men around him stopped whatever they’d been doing, freezing in place as the man in question slowly turned to you.

“What d’ya say?” Buggy the Clown’s voice was precariously calm as his eyes met yours.

You teetered on the edge of your stool, attempted to stand up, the world tilting a little, then slumped back down. “You heard me, red nose. I need to know something.”

“Red nose!” he screeched dangerously, stomping to you, fury evident in his gaze.

You snorted at the display. What was his problem? Men were always so sensitive, you just stated the obvious.

“What about my nose?” he demanded, eyes blazing, a knife finding itself to your throat in a very clear threat.

You met his glare defiantly. He had pretty eyes, now that you could see him up close. Actually, if you got past the nose and the makeup, he was quite handsome. Was that his hair coming through his hat? You rather liked long hair. More to pull and grab. Your stare danced down. Good build too.

You smirked, cocking your head and leaning slightly into the knife. You felt it slice through skin a little. “Careful there, clown.” Your tongue passed your lips, your hand going to the blade, tips of your fingers tracing the steel slowly as you continued. “I might be into that, you know?” you giggled. “But you know Shanks, right? You’re Binky, right?… no was it Baggy… Ah! Booggy!! Ehe, nailed it,” he frowned, destabilized by your drunken train of thoughts. “Anyways, any idea where that red-haired bastard might be?”

Buggy’s eyes narrowed, the blade pressing just a bit more firmly against your neck. It was more of an ego thing now than a threat, though you could clearly see the confusion and irritation in his gaze. “It’s Buggy, you half-wit,” he growled.

You felt a familiar heat pool at your core at the way his voice shrieked… or maybe it was the degradation paired with the knife at your throat… Or a mix of it all. Either way, it made you smile and lean further into the act. To your satisfaction, he seemed to distantly catch your train of thought.

He took a step closer, making you lean against the bar, your back arching under him. “And why should I tell you anything about Shanks?” his breath brushed against your lips.

You snorted, his question unfortunately bringing you back out to reality. “Why, pretty boy?” Your mouth twisted as you slowly removed the blade out of his hand. “Cause the bastard knocked my sister up and left without saying shit.”

The words hung between you for a while. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, working. Then his expression shifted. Disbelief. Amusement.

He laughed.

“Shanks has a kid?” he bellowed and you sighed downing the god-awful booze in your cup.

“Five fucking years old, still hasn’t shown back up and not answering letters,” you added, rolling your eyes. “You guys were in Roger’s crew together, right? You MUST have an idea where he is.”

The echo of his laughter dimmed. He crashed on the stool next to yours, hearty chuckles still shaking his shoulders. “No fucking idea, woman,” he gestured at the bartender to get you new booze.

You slumped down defeated. “More slippery than an eel in fucking oil,” you complained under your breath. A tankard appeared in front of you. You eyed it dubiously, then eyed the clown. “You better be paying, pretty boy,” you said before taking a gulp. It was far better than whatever you’d been drinking before. “Cause I’m flat-out broke.”

Your head hurt. Hurt so fucking bad. You could hear the rhythm of your heart in your ears. You creaked your eyes open, soft rays of sunshine an insult to your very being. You pulled the covers against yourself, fabric dragging along bare skin. Wait. Was that a bed? It was a nice bed. You hadn’t slept in one so comfortable in ages. You caught something blue in the periphery of your vision.

Ah right. The clown.

You looked at him for a bit, sleeping soundly, long hair splattered around him, the sheets barely hiding his naked frame.

Damn, you’d been right. He was a pretty boy.

You tried to get up, but slumped back down just as fast, your body feeling like lead.

Fuck.

Most of the past night was a mystery to you. Though it didn’t take more than adding two and two together to figure out what you’d done with the clown.

Fuck, you could still feel him a little. Though your thighs were clean. Surprisingly gentlemanly. You chuckled softly. Must have been a good lay, shame you didn’t remember.

You spotted a half-empty bottle of booze lying on the floor. You shifted over lazily, tips of your fingers grazing the cool glass before they finally wrapped around it. Expertly you untwisted the cap, bringing the alcohol to your lips.

You smirked. Shit was good quality. Couldn’t be hungover if you were drunk.

You closed your eyes with a satisfied exhale, images slowly coming back to you.

You’d been talking and laughing for a while now. Your conversation had shifted to a more secluded corner of the shabby establishment. You were straddling him as he recounted another unbelievable story, his hand detached as he waved it around, punctuating his words.

You giggled a little, eyes stuck on his lips, not following a single one of his words. Then your mind started going down the slippery slope of the possibilities of his devil fruit powers. You put your palm on his chest, steadying yourself as you looked into the sea of his eyes.

“Say,” you mused drunkenly. “Buggy,” you uttered his name wantonly, dragging it emphatically through your lips, leaning near, breath mingling with his as he slowly stopped talking. “Can you detach, like, everything?”

Your lips almost touched, his gaze sparkled with amusement.

“Everything,” he confirmed your thoughts, inching a little closer. With a flick of his wrist, his hand reattached itself, going to your thigh, traveling up to your ass then to your lower back, slipping under the hem of your shirt as he found his way to your waist.

You let out a small whine as ideas crossed your mind. You smirked as you asked, “Have you ever, like, detached your head to suck yourself?” He chuckled nervously but before he could say anything you continued. “Cause, if it were me,” you moaned, low, pressing yourself against him shamelessly. “I think I’d eat myself out every day.” You rolled your hips. “Fuck, the possibilities.”

You cringed as the memories of your drunken boldness flooded back. You shouldn’t be surprised, you guessed. It was far from unusual from you, and it clearly wasn’t your worst blunder.

He shifted a little next to you, slowly coming back to the land of the living.

You took another sip, the burn down your throat feeling heavenly.

“Mornin’, pretty boy,” you rasped as his eyes creaked open.

He just groaned.

He’d brought you back to his ship, both giggling as you drunkenly tumbled down the cobblestone path. You’d almost fallen off the gangplank as you made your way to the gaudy swaying deck.

As you entered his quarters, his lips found yours, hungry and demanding. Red lipstick and day-old makeup smeared across your face as your tongues met. His body pressed yours against the door, hands not wasting time as he undid your pants.

The kiss broke for an instant as you took off your shirt. Mouths crashing again as soon as the fabric passed your head. Your fingers bunched desperately into his coat before tugging it off with urgency. Your hands traced up his arms, finding muscles you hadn’t entirely expected.

“Buggy,” you moaned into him, a sound muffled against his lips. His hand detached, buried itself in your underwear.

You bucked as the tips of his fingers found the bundle of nerves in small circles. Your nails dug into sinews as you struggled to keep upright. His body leaned further into you, a grounding weight. You felt fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back as he trailed down your jaw, the hollow of your throat.

“Shit, you’re wet. Wanna hear you,” he murmured against your ear, tongue meeting your lobe, teeth nibbling.

He pressed a touch harder on your clit and you mewled and swore under your breath for him. Then you felt two of his fingers detach and enter you, lazily pumping in and out.

Oh fuck. That wasn’t fair.

Your hands shot to his head, tossing the hat away as your fingers sought to tangle themselves in his locks. Long blue strands cascaded around his shoulders and your nails found his scalp, digging almost painfully,

He moaned in tandem with you at the sensation, hips rolling against yours, making the palm at your cunt drag harder against your clit. “Gonna cum,” you warned in a high-pitched voice you barely recognized.

Your walls twitched against his fingers as you came undone. He didn’t stop as you rode your high, dancing ridiculously close to the line of overstimulation. As your body slumped, relying entirely on him to hold you upright, digits snapped together, hand slowly retreating before going back at his wrist.

“Fucking hell,” you panted, guiding his head back to yours, lips meeting leisurely. You went to the front of his pants, palming him. “Take me to bed, you pretty pirate captain.”

He chuckled, lust in his eyes. “Say that again.” He grabbed your ass roughly, pulling you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“What part?” You licked his lower lip, hands lacing around his neck for support as he made his way to the bed. “Pretty?” You kissed his jaw. “Pirate?” Your teeth dragged on his neck. “Or? Captain?” you whispered in his ear.

He rolled his hips at the last one, the sound of pleasure escaping his mouth obscene. He unceremoniously dropped you down on the mattress, bouncing for an instant. You quickly kicked your boots and removed your pants off, panties and bra following suit, thrown into oblivion.

He started doing the same, shirt discarded but before he could unlace his pants you grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. He stumbled down, your bodies colliding, long hair draping around you as he kissed you.

With a quick movement, you flipped the both of you, straddling him. “You still got those knives, captain?” you asked, grinding yourself on his hips, leaving a wet spot on his pants. “I want you to hold one to my neck as I fuck you.”

He grinned and you suddenly felt cool steel at your neck. “Fucking stunning.” He bucked under you.

You swore as you realized the hand holding the knife was floating, your head lulled back, a needy mewl escaping you. This shit was hot. You quickly made works of the laces of his pants, pulling out his cock.

He was already hard for you, leaking. You traced along him, touch fleeting until you reached the tip, your grip tightening, thumb swiping the bead of precum, gathering it. You brought back your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean, the taste salty on your tongue as you slowly started lowering yourself on him. His hand shot to your hip, fingers digging into the softness of your flesh as he tried to steady himself.

A loud moan escaped him, his back arching, breathing uneven as you took him fully. “Fucking warm and tight,” his voice was shaky.

You didn’t waste time, lazily making your way up and down his cock. The stretch was heavenly. You grabbed his hand at your hip and brought it to your chest. You rolled your hips and his fingers pinched and squeezed for you.

“Fuck, Captain,” you gasped. You went to your clit, fingers expertly circling, matching the movements of your rhythm. You purposely leaned into the blade and you felt blood trickle down your neck. “Fuck.” Your thighs trembled.

“Shit, woman,” he grunted, hips rising to meet yours. “Who knew you’d be such a whore.” Your walls twitched and you stuttered at his words. He smirked. “You like that? Whore?” he punctuated his question with an especially forceful thrust, fingers pinching hard on your nipple.

“Yes!” you cried out, desperately chasing your high. “Oh gods, yes.”

“That’s right.” he started thrusting into you more steadily, making up for your weakening thighs.

One of your hands shot to the hand holding the knife at your throat as you came, holding the blade more firmly against your, your body spasming and folding in pleasure.

You distantly heard him chuckle at the sight. Then you felt yourself be turned around completely, your face burying itself in the linen covers, his cock somehow still pumping into you in the exchange of positions.

The pace he set was hard, fast, rough, just how you liked it. You felt fingers burying themselves in your hair, pulling painfully, then pushing you harshly into the mattress. A staggered scream of pleasure escaped your mouth, drool seeping into the loose weave of the fabric.

Your thighs shook violently, threatening to collapse as overstimulation bordered the edge of your mind. Your fingers tangled in the covers. His hand came to your clit in small flicks. It sent your world careening. You couldn’t breathe properly. You felt threads snap beneath the force of your nails.

“Shit, never asked your name,” The rhythm of his hips was becoming more frazzled, urgent. The hand in your hair pulled you up a bit to hear your answer.

“(Y/n),” you moaned again and again, punctuated by incomprehensible swears.

He chuckled. Your name rolled on his lips. It sounded nice. “Pretty name,” he mused, pushing your head back in the covers roughly. “Fuck,” his fingers circled harder against your clit and tears stained linen along your drool. “Sail with me, (y/n).”

You were too far gone to answer him properly, a second orgasm tingling at the tips of your fingers. “Yes!” you agreed mindlessly, toes curling.

The world disappeared around you as you came, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. “Fuck,” you sobbed as your body tried to retract from the stimulation of his touch.

It didn’t take long for him to join you in rapture, suddenly pulling out of you, thrusting against your ass, hot seed spilling along your lower back.

“Mind if I smoke?” you asked as you unsteadily made your way to your pants, discarded on the floor next to a small window. You felt his stare on your naked figure as you bent down shamelessly, looking into your pockets for your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Ya can do whatever you want, woman,” he groaned behind you, his voice still thick with sleep.

You chuckled, bringing one to your lips and lighting it without much thought. You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing the exhilaration that came with the smoke filling your lungs. Your eyes creaked open again, only now noticing the unending expanse of blue in the horizon.

Ahhhhh.

Fuck.

You’d set sail.

You sighed. Didn’t matter.

You took another puff of smoke, turning back to the bed.

“Soooo,” you drawled out the word, the mattress dipping under your weight. You ungracefully made your way to the pirate, straddling him, bottle of booze in one hand, cigarette hanging from your lips. “Captain.” You rolled your hips against him, feeling heat pooling between your thighs as your oversensitive clit caught on his hardening cock. You exhaled, smoke coming out in a hypnotizing pattern. “How about we have some fun.”

He smirked.

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the-blackened-pearl · 6 months ago

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STORYTIME!!

let me tell you a tale about my afternoon at Magic Kingdom (Disney World) today

— me, mom, and grandpa come out of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride

— right off to the side is Jack fucking Sparrow

— There was no previous indication that Jack would be here. no announcement. no set times. nothing on the website or within the park.

— This is clearly a once in a lifetime opportunity here

— I immediately knew I wasn’t gonna leave until I got a picture

— unfortunately it was at that exact time dear ol’ Jack’s break was to begin

— but I am a patient woman

— I thank the Lord that we start slowly walking (re: scootering in grandpa’s case) down the path of Adventureland as my mom tries to figure out how to reunite with the rest of the fam (they were on Main Street lmao)

— I’m a bit zoned out, furiously thinking of ways to conjole mom into staying a bit longer (like, 10 minutes at least because Jack would be back by then) so I can get that damn photo

— my pirate hat suddenly tips forward into my eyes

— someone has moved it

— I readjust it

— I turn around

— It’s Jack Fucking Sparrow

— me, eloquently: “Oh, hello!!”

— Jack grins

— he runs off

— I follow, still confused on how this picture business is supposed to go

— NOW he’s on break. rip

— good news: the rest of the fam is coming to us

— I get to stay 🎉

— bad news, but also kinda fun news: you gotta catch Jack to take a picture with him

— I accept the challenge

— we hunker down nearby the ride

— I lie in wait for Jack to return

— Mom and I wander around close to the entrance of the ride

— the fam joins grandpa by his scooter

— suddenly, I spot him

— Jack ducks into the line for the ride

— Mom and I follow

— he’s taking pictures with a couple people

— he’s surrounded on all sides by people btw

— stuck, right?

— NOPE

— Jack makes his grand escape via THE FLORA (how IC can you get??)

— he camouflages himself well enough I don’t see him for like 20 seconds

— he scoots out of line into the empty part of the queue

— but I’m in luck

— it’s a straight shot to the empty queue

— I book it

— Jack’s fidgeting with the queue rope, back turned to me

— I tap his shoulder

— He turns around now (haha!!)

— me, grinning: “Hello again!”

— Jack: “Took you 25 minutes but you finally caught me! 😜 For your persistence…we can take a picture 😁”

— “I’m glad you kept the hat.” He also tells me after we hug :3

— we take the picture

— we high five afterwards

— I tell him he’s my favorite pirate

— Jack: “As I should be! 😄”

— me, laughing: Absolutely!!

— we say bye

— I’m vibrating from excitement and adrenaline for the rest of the night and grinning like a maniac

— Trip absolutely MADE

#disney world #jack sparrow #disney #pirates of the caribbean #I WAS SO HAPPY Y’ALL BEST THING EVER OHMYGOD #magic kingdom #walt disney world

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eddysocs · 5 months ago

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A Heavy Load, Indeed — Jack Sparrow x OC

Summary: Lacey Price finds Captain Jack Sparrow in a less than dignified state and takes it upon herself to get him back to the Black Pearl. What follows is a test of patience, wit, and just how much trouble one pirate can be.

Word Count: 1,049

Tags: Drunkenness, Caretaking, Banter, Fluff and Humor

Lacey Price had seen Jack Sparrow in all states of disarray, bruised, battered, half drowned, and even once, she swore, half dead. But this? This was a different level of disaster entirely.

She found him slumped against a crumbling stone wall in the back alleys of some nameless port, his tricorn hat hanging precariously over one eye, boots caked in sand and mud. His once immaculate coat sagged around his shoulders like a forgotten relic, and in his right hand, he clutched the last drops of what had clearly been a very full bottle of rum not too long ago.

Lacey folded her arms, looking down at him with exasperation. "How did you end up like this?"

Jack raised his head and blinked blearily at her, then grinned that lopsided, all too charming grin, hoping it would smooth things over. He lifted the bottle and waggled it in her direction.

"How d'you think?"

Lacey huffed. "You're a damn mess, Sparrow."

Jack made a vague attempt at sitting up straighter, but the moment he shifted, he lost his balance and tipped sideways. Lacey caught him before he could hit the ground, grumbling under her breath as she wrestled him upright.

"Alright, that's enough of that. We're going back to the ship before you get yourself robbed. Or worse."

Jack groaned. "Lacey, my sweet, let's not be hasty." His further attempt at charm did not do him any favors in this state, it seemed, but it hadn’t hurt to try.

"Oh, we're being hasty, alright." She hooked her arms under his and, with great effort, pulled him to his feet. He sagged against her immediately, his breath reeking of alcohol and salt.

"Y'know, I think the world's a much more interesting place from this angle," he murmured, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

"You mean the angle where you're about to pass out and force me to drag your sorry arse across half the port?"

"Mm. Thass the one," he slurred, followed by a hiccup.

The walk, or rather, the struggle, back to the Black Pearl was nothing short of a battle. Jack was about as useful as a sack of rum soaked potatoes, and every few steps, he nearly tripped over his own feet, forcing Lacey to tighten her grip around his waist to keep him upright. She’d likely feel her muscles screaming at her come morning.

"You could at least pretend to help," she grunted as she hauled him forward.

"I am helping," Jack insisted. "By not fighting you. S'not easy, y'know. I could be making," he paused to hiccup again, "a scene."

"Oh, believe me, you're making a scene without trying," Lacey shot back as a group of dock workers snickered at the sight of her half dragging the very drunk pirate captain back to his own ship.

When they finally reached the ship, Lacey was sweating from exertion, and Jack, utterly oblivious, was humming some off key shanty under his breath. She all but shoved him up the gangplank, and as soon as his boots hit the deck, he sagged against her again.

"Almost there, Sparrow," she muttered, steering him toward his cabin.

"Y'know, you'd make a fine first mate," Jack mumbled as he staggered inside.

"You just want someone to carry you home every time you drink yourself stupid," Lacey shot back.

"Ah, but you do it so well," he said, flashing her a grin before flopping onto his cot with all the grace of a felled tree.

Lacey rolled her eyes, grabbed a blanket, and tossed it over him. "Sleep it off. You're no good to anyone like this."

Jack cracked one eye open. "No good to you, love?"

She scoffed. "You're barely good to yourself right now."

His smirk lingered for only a moment before exhaustion finally won, and he passed out. Lacey sighed, shaking her head before making her way back to her own quarters, already dreading the headache he'd be in the morning.

And how right she’d been. When the sun rose, Jack Sparrow, for all his bravado, was completely and utterly wrecked.

Lacey found him sprawled out in his cabin, groaning into his pillow as though the very act of existing was unbearable. She smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Good morning, Captain."

Jack let out a pained sound, barely lifting his head. "Lacey, love, not so loud."

She let out a guffaw. "Oh no, I think I'll speak as loud as I like, considering I had to haul your sorry arse back aboard last night."

Jack slowly rolled onto his back, squinting at her. "Aye, that sounds vaguely familiar."

"You owe me," she said pointedly, tossing a flask of water onto his chest.

Jack grunted at the impact but grabbed the flask, taking a careful sip before making a face. "This isn't rum."

"No, it's not, because you nearly drowned yourself in rum last night," Lacey said. "You're drinking water until you resemble a functioning human being again."

Jack groaned dramatically, draping an arm over his face. "Cruel woman."

Lacey smirked. "Oh, I'm very cruel. So cruel, in fact, that I might let the crew in here to witness the mighty Captain Jack Sparrow suffering like a landlubber after his first night at port."

Jack peeked out from under his arm, eyes narrowing. "You wouldn't dare."

Lacey grinned wickedly and reached for the door handle.

Jack shot up, too fast. He groaned and clutched his head as if it might split open, while Lacey bit back a laugh.

"You alright there, Captain," she teased.

Jack sighed, flopping back onto the cot. "Aye. Lesson learned."

Lacey arched a brow. "Oh? And what lesson is that?"

Jack cracked a tired smile. "Next time, I'll make sure you're drinkin' with me so you can't complain afterward."

Lacey laughed. "Not a chance, Sparrow. Someone has to be responsible around here."

Jack sighed dramatically. "Pity. We'd make quite the pair, you and I."

Lacey shook her head, amused, as she headed for the door. "Get some rest, Jack. And drink the damn water."

As she left, she heard Jack muttering under his breath, something about "a woman more fearsome than the sea itself."

And if Lacey smiled to herself as she walked away, well, that was nobody's business but her own.

Written for @feveruary

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @immyowndefender

Lacey Price: @dancingwith-sunflowers, @iticaboopsyou

#oc: lacey price #fc: holliday grainger #fd: pirates of the caribbean #lacey x jack #feveruary #feveruary 2025

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abeinginsand · 2 years ago

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Two witches have arrived with many a trick and treat prepared Sparrow and Taylor as witches for Halloween week Day 2 Witches

[ID: A colored digital drawing of Sparrow and Taylor as witches. Sparrow is on the left in a brown cape and witch hat with a light green dress and brown boots. The dress and hat have pastel blue pink and white patches on them. She's smiling and riding on a broom with a candy filled jack o lantern hanging off the broomstick. Their hair is tied in a long braid that flows back in the wind and flowers are in her hair and on her hat with a few petals floating around too. On the right Taylor is running forward with a dark red cape and witch hat, a white and red flame shirt, red shoes, and dark pants. He has a red peppermint patterned cane and band around his hat. Red and orange flames surround his outfit, tail, cane, and the tip of his hat. Taylor grins mischievously. A little judicial themed miku keychain is hooked to his belt chain. His hand not on the cane has a red flame in it. ID End]

#sparrow oak garcia #sparrow oak #taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #dndads #dndads s2 #dndads fanart #dndads halloween week 2023 #abeinginsand art tag

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captionsinsta · 9 months ago

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200+ Pirate Instagram Captions to Bring Out the Buccaneer in You

Set sail on the high seas of Instagram with these swashbuckling pirate captions that are sure to capture the heart of any adventure-loving soul!

Whether you’re a seasoned explorer or just pretending to be one for the day, these pirate-themed captions will bring out your inner buccaneer.

From thrilling adventures to tropical escapes, your Instagram feed will be as wild and daring as a pirate’s treasure hunt.

So, if you’re ready to turn your latest adventure into a legendary tale, look no further.

These pirate-inspired captions will give your posts the perfect mix of wit, boldness, and sea-worthy charm. Grab your hat and eye patch — let’s get pirating!

Tips for Crafting Pirate-Themed Captions

Use Pirate Lingo — Words like “Ahoy,” “Shiver me timbers,” “Matey,” and “Arrr” give your captions that pirate charm.

Keep It Adventurous — Whether you’re hiking or heading off on a beach trip, tie your caption into the adventurous spirit.

Be Playful — Pirate captions are all about fun. Embrace the wild side and have a laugh while writing your caption.

20 Swashbuckling Pirate Instagram Captions to Capture Your Wild Adventures

Sailing through life, one adventure at a time ⚓

Channeling my inner Jack Sparrow on this wild journey 🏴‍☠️

X marks the spot for my next big adventure! 🗺️

Living life on island time, pirate style 🏝️

I’m on a treasure hunt, and adventure is the prize 💰

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me! 🏴‍☠️

Feelin’ like a captain of my own ship today 🚢

Shiver me timbers! This day’s been an adventure 🏴‍☠️

Pirate heart, explorer’s soul, and sun-kissed skin 🌞

Eye patch on, compass in hand — let’s go! 🧭

Rum in one hand, map in the other 🥃

Just another day in paradise with a dash of mischief 🌊

Lost at sea? No worries, I’m on island time ⏳

Treasure found: sun, sand, and endless memories 💎

A pirate’s life is the best kind of life! 🏴‍☠️

Sun, sand, and a whole lot of pirate spirit 🏖️

Seas the day and live for the adventure 🌊

Captain of my own destiny, sailing through life 🌅

Exploring new horizons, one ship at a time 🛳️

If lost, look for me by the sea 🌊

Read: 200+ Swashbuckling Pirate Instagram Captions to Capture Your Wild Adventures

#pirate adventure captions #pirate puns for instagram #fun pirate sayings #pirate themed quotes #swashbuckling instagram captions

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jaimiegoodfans · 10 months ago

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As I stood in the Enchanted Forest, my long blonde hair flowing in the gentle breeze, I couldn't help but smile. This place always felt like home to me. Dressed as Rapunzel, I was ready for another day of adventure. "Jaimie, are you excited?" Belle asked, her nose buried in a book as usual. "Always," I replied, my grin widening. "Cosplaying as Rapunzel never gets old. Plus, there's always something new to discover here." Belle looked up and nodded. "True, but today, there's a surprise." "A surprise?" Before Belle could answer, Jack Sparrow burst through the trees, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Ah, Rapunzel, just the lass I was looking for." "Jack, what are you up to now?" I asked, shaking my head with amusement. "Well, it's your lucky day," he said, tipping his hat. "We're having a grand feast at the palace, and you, my dear, are the guest of honor." "A feast? This is a surprise," I said, twirling a lock of my blonde hair around my finger. "Eugene will be there too," Belle added with a knowing smile. I blushed slightly. "Eugene? Really?" Jack chuckled. "Aye, and he’s waiting for you. Shall we?" As we made our way to the palace, surrounded by towering trees and the sounds of woodland creatures, I felt a sense of belonging that was hard to describe. This was more than just cosplay; this was an escape into a world where magic was real and adventures awaited around every corner. At the palace, the grand hall was lit by flickering candles, the air filled with the scent of delicious food. Eugene stood by the grand staircase, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw me. "Rapunzel, you made it," he said, stepping forward. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, my heart skipping a beat. As we dined and shared stories, I realized that this was more than just a day of cosplay. It was a gathering of friends, a celebration of the magical world we loved. Being Jaimie Good, the cosplayer with the longest blonde hair, brought me into wonderful moments like this, where fiction blended with reality in the most enchanting ways. Later that night, as the festivities died down, Eugene and I walked in the palace gardens. "Jaimie, you really bring Rapunzel to life," he said softly. "Thanks, Eugene. It's all about the magic," I replied, feeling truly content. And in that moment, surrounded by friends and the beauty of the Enchanted Forest, I knew that this was just the beginning of many more magical adventures to come.

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flowersosa · 10 months ago

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FIC: Die With A Smile

Chapter One: I Just Woke Up From A Dream

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There was something in the way Jack Sparrow drowns in his cup, swaying with the rolling of the tides on the deck of the Black Pearl. Drifting in and out of consciousness, flashes and images of fleeting faces and warm skin plagued his mind’s eye. In his waning waking state, the fleeting dreams seep through to his reality.

The sort of dreams where he can still feel the heat of another’s breath against his skin, the faint ghost-like touch trailing down his spine, and the echo of voices whispering and pleading his name like a prayer and curse all at once. The pressure of bodies intertwining, the redirection of his attention, as the whispers plead for him to focus, to stay present.

His body jolts, and he quickly righted his position, his bleary eyes cracking open. The blinding light of the scalding sun desecrates those half-lidded dreams and nearly makes him denounce the rum that was hardly settling in his stomach. Suddenly, he wasn’t on the Black Pearl anymore. The cradling ship’s deck transformed to sand beneath him. The swirling in his stomach doesn’t settle, and a sudden tightness in his chest causes him to relinquish his grasp on his cup in favor of clutching his chest.

Something begins to bubble within him, festering like aerated water on the open seas. He can feel his heart racing, his breathing quickening. He lets his body collapse into the sand, his hands finding purchase.

This isn’t reality, love, he pleads to himself, I’m not on the Rumrunner’s Isle. I am on my ship. My gorgeous girl, the Black Pearl.

He knows he needs to get this under wraps before someone sees him sprawled out on the deck or, worse, copies of himself start populating.

Figure out what’s real and what’s fake, he reminds himself, I was on the deck of the ship, having a drink. I was having a dream, a sweet one at that, and when I opened my eyes, the sun blinded me.

Jack’s fingers flex, his body growing hotter, his chest tightening further. He retches, body jerking, and he feels the rum trying to claw and drag its way up from his stomach. His breathing matches the fervent beating of his heart.

If it’s my sight that lies to me, then lights out it is.

Jack closes his eyes, slowly taking in a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He shifts his free hand to find purchase on the ground beneath him. Without his sight betraying his senses, he can feel the groves of the sodden wooden planks. Atta boy, he praises himself.

He continues steadying his breathing, grounding himself to the wood beneath him as he reaches for other senses. He could hear waves crashing against the ship and the sounds of murmuring from his crew.

With each sense returning, his building panic began to subside, leaving only the unwelcoming nausea in its wake. It takes a moment to come into himself, his body still swaying as he rests upon his side.

Only when he had the utmost confidence did he open his eyes to the golden light. Slowly, the world comes into focus. Looking across the deck, he watches his crew milling about, unknowing or uncaring about their captain’s current condition. It’s when he meets the blue eyes of one Joshamee Gibbs that his newfound relief disappears.

He tips his hat to him, hiding away from the concerned glance, and stands, legs shaking as he does so. After another deep breath, he forces his legs to steady and assume his swaggering walk. Truthfully, it does not seem like he has much more to lose regarding the crew’s opinion of himself.

It’s a delicate balance, allowing his crew to witness the hurricane of mad genius, Jack Sparrow, just enough to follow him to the ends of the earth but not so much that they question if it’s genius at all. And right now, Gibbs watches him, thick brows knitting in a way that makes Jack want to break his concentration, to distract and deflect Gibbs’ attention from him.

He has no time for that now. Not when his heart still wants to free itself from the confines of his ribcage, the sound filling his ears, and his mind reeling from the aftermath of what that was, a dream, a memory, or a vision of a future unknown.

Hands find his shoulders, halting his steps.

“Cap’n, you alright?” Gibbs’s voice is low and gruff, meant for Jack’s ears only, though the concern in it is clear as day.

“Aye, never better love,” Jack lies, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. He grins, resuming his typical aloofness.

“Too much sun, I’d wager,” he says, leaning in and pinching his fingers together, “Perhaps a touch too much rum, but that’s neither here nor there.”

Jack watches his face closely. Gibbs looks unconvinced but nods all the same, electing to brush this matter off. Gibbs has seen Jack at his best and, more times, at his worst, in situations that would have most loyal men electing to abdicate from their captain ten times over. Yet here, Joshamee Gibbs stands, still believing in the legend of Captain Jack Sparrow, though his loyalty is questionable at times. Even when Jack isn’t quite sure where the legend ends, and the truth of his existence begins.

“Well, right then,” Jack says, cupping Gibbs by the cheeks and scratching his scraggly beard like a dog, “Carry on, Mr. Gibbs. Make yourself useful and fetch me my rum.”

“Aye, Captain,” Gibbs replies begrudgingly, casting him one last glance before stalking off. With that, he turns away, heading towards the helm. On the outside, he displays his typical frivolous swagger, commenting on and correcting his more half-witted crew members on varying things. Each step and each passing comment is automatic as if he is walking through thick fog.

The lingering fog of this morning’s events clung to him like the hands of unseen ghosts attempting to grasp and drag at him. It slows his movement at a pace, his fingers drumming over the rails of the railings until he reaches the helm.

He checks his compass, the dial spinning indecisively. He gets lost in the spinning, reminding him what happened last time he didn’t know what he wanted and how he allowed another to wield the instrument. Jack remembers how Elizabeth’s honeyed words drew him in, speaking sweet nothings to him, only to lock him to the mast of his ship and abandon him to the Kraken.

He can still feel what it was like to feel her soft lips against his, to feel the cool metal lock around his wrists. He can still feel the spray of the ocean’s tides and the squirming tentacles of the Kraken find their purchase around the ship, around him. The smell of the salty sea was drowned out by the smell of rotten fish and a spray of unknown fluids hitting his body. To be dragged beneath the waves, crushed and downed by the manner of his ship.

“-ack,” a voice rings out.

To have killed a version of himself that asked for another chance has been the reason he was cast into Davy Jones Locker in the first place. And what for? Love. Tried and true, love had been his downfall by two bumbling love birds who joined the pirate game late and thought they could demand and command anything from him. Who was it again who told Davy Jones that he was still alive?

“-ck,” the voice, closer yet clouded.

Of course, everything goes back to them. Elizabeth. William. Their names ring like a skillet bell. Somehow, someway, he hadn’t been able to wring the memories of their voices, their faces, their touch from the recesses of his mind. Every lie at the expanse of his safety, and theirs by his retaliation, only to protect themselves. Elizabeth and William, ever the saints. Jack Sparrow, ever the devil, ever the curse. He can’t shake the feeling that they’re always near, even when they’re not, and it makes his skin prickle and his heart stutter.

Rough hands shake him violently, removing him from the helm of the ship.

“Can’t ye hear me when ‘ave been callin’ ye boy,” Barbosa says, voice gruff, his grip tightening on his shoulders, grounding him as if he’s going to fly away.

“What ails ye, Jack?” Barbosa starts, fixing his face to block Jack’s scattered attention. “Cotton here says you’ve been staring off in the distance and steering us off course. Now answer me, Jack, what are you doing?”

Jack answers reflexively, cowering slightly under Barbosa’s gaze, “What are you doing?” Barbosa shakes him, causing Jack to grab onto Barbosa’s coat. “I’m not doing this again, Sparrow; now tell me what ails you,” he threatens.

He looks over Barbosa’s shoulder and shoots a glare over at Cotton and his colorful bird. The tightening of hands on his shoulders redirects his attention to Barbosa.

“Settle down, mate, no need to get your trousers in a bunch,” Jack says, playful, grin lilting at his lips. “Just dreaming, that’s all.”

“Dreaming’s been all you’ve been doing since we sent Davy Jones to his end,” Barbosa reprimanded.

He stares Jack down, eyes clear and unbelieving. His voice lowers, “The crew’s been noticing you lately, better yet, the absence of you. Drowning in your cups more than usual, skulking at the edges of the crowd as if you’re afraid that one of your men might stab you in the back, and not to mention the lack of direction for you nor your compass.”

Jack shudders. Each word that spills from Barbosa’s lips adds another lingering chill of a ghostly hand dying to drag him down. He knows eyes and bodies had followed Barbosa to the helm, waiting for any sign of the man they followed through hell or high water or if the “gentle” accosting turned south.

“Aye, but dreaming’s a fine way to pass the time on open water. Don’t you agree?” Jack deflects, his mask grin still in place. “As for direction, well,” he pauses, fingers brushing against the smooth edging of his compass at his side.

Barbosa’s eyes narrow, his patience for Jack waning, “We’re not here to sail aimlessly, Jack. You call yourself a captain, so act like one.”

“If not, they can always elect a new captain,” Barbosa says, voice dripping with derision, “One who can bring them gold. One who can supply them with purpose.”

Jack Sparrow knows firsthand the implication of his words, and it won’t be the first time he’s been subjected to mutiny. This would be the first time, though, that he danced the delicate edges of mutiny without the sense that he might not be able to walk away from it.

“What makes you think that I don’t have a plan, Captain Barbosa?” Fuck it, Calypso be damned if he wasn’t going to double down and try to regain some control of the situation.

He felt the grip on his shoulders loosen, but Barbosa’s gaze remained steady. “Because you have not been yourself, Jack. And if you don’t find your way back soon, it won’t just be the Pearl you’ll lose.”

Jack swallows, the weight of the words settling into the pit of his stomach. He forces a laugh, though it comes out hollow. “Always the dramatist, Barbossa. Fine, if it’s an action you want, action you’ll get. I’ll steer us toward something worth plundering, aye?”

Barbossa releases him with a nod, but the concern doesn’t leave his eyes. “See that you do, Captain,” he says, emphasizing the title as if to remind Jack of the responsibility that comes with it.

Jack watches as Barbossa steps back, watching him expectantly. The Pearl rocks beneath him, and for a moment, he sways with her, feeling the connection that’s always been there between him and his ship. But it’s different now—like she’s questioning him too, testing to see if he’s still worthy of guiding her.

His hand hovers over the compass, hesitating before he flips it open again. The needle spins erratically, mocking him with its indecision. Jack’s eyes narrow as he tries to will it to stop, to give him something solid to hold onto, a direction to chase. But it keeps spinning, and spinning, and spinning.

There’s a nagging feeling in Jack’s stomach, one that’s telling him something’s off. That something isn’t right. It’s the same feeling he gets when a storm is brewing just beyond the horizon, the kind that you can’t quite see but can feel in the deepest part of your soul.

“Not today, love,” he pleads to himself as if the ship, the sea, might heed his words. “Not today.”

He closes the compass with a snap, frustration, and unease gnawing at him. The crew needs a purpose, and he needs to find one before they decide to send him back to the bloody island. Jack doesn’t know how much longer he can take winging life as he does and decides now isn’t the time to dwell on that.

“Come on, Jackie,” he mutters, gripping the helm tighter. “Find the bloody horizon.”

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #pirates of the caribbean

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years ago

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Picture this: a hangry Barbossa.

I can totally imagine him being the type that gets super cranky when hungry. Would you write a story where Barbossa is grumpy and irritable, and the reader helps him to figure out that he’s just hungry?

hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

Barbossa x reader🍏🥧

hangry captains🥧💢

Synopsis: A hungry captain who wakes up in a cranky mood, y/n helps him to realize this.

Warning: none

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It was the morning and for most of the crew, it was the worst part of the day. Forcing yourself to get up and get to work (if only coffee was invented back then). The captain slept soundly in his quarters, not a sound to disturb him. The inside was rather messy; doubloons and gold splayed out all over the table, maps and documents reading to unknown charted waters laid beneath the galleons of treasure and half a bitten apple sat at the edge; the bitten core was starting to turn a tad brown. A sudden heavy ‘thud’ landed on the table. The monkey, known as Jack, started pushing the gold off the table. He picked up pearls and doubloons, biting onto the hard edges trying to see if it was food. Jack jumped onto the floor to carry out his search, to his luck there was small crumbs. Jack started to collected bits of the shell until it led to a certain hand. The monkey looked up to see his master soundly snoring in his own bed. The sheets were tipped over the side as the blankets and soft cotton were messily spread across the bed. At least they covered the captain, well, sort of. They covered everything but his head and upper back. It seems he had too much to drink from last night, though he wasn’t a carouser like Jack Sparrow. Jack the monkey hopped over to wake his master up. The monkey placed its hand on his master’s face, he tried to shake the captain’s cheek but to no avail did he want to wake. Jack hovered his face over the captains to see if he was dead. Luckily to his relief, he wasn’t. However, the captain wasn’t expecting a cheery wake up call. Hector rolled over as he groaned with annoyance. “nnnn, blusterous son o’ a roach” he grumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

Barbossa shot up from his slumber, he sat at the side of his bed. Jack the monkey glanced up at his master. Something was different, very different, his expression drooped with annoyance and his gaze was one that would kill if you’re in the way. Jack cowered in fear as he hid beneath the chair that slid under the table. Barbossa sneered as he stumbled over to grab his coat hanging on the chair and popped on his hat. With a sudden ‘slam’ of the door swinging open from the quarters, Barbossa watched as the rumpot deckhands scrubbed.

Hector breathed in heavily as he did out, he hobbled over toward the main helm of the pearl. “Outta tha way!”, “Go on move ye lily-livered cur!” he pushed through the deckhands cleaning, not caring if he kicked their bristle brushes out of the way. Many of the men cowered as they scrubbed harder and moved out of the captain's way. He stomped up the wooden stairs onto the main helm, prepared to do his duty. He shouted out “whaddya doin standin thar, all hands hoy yer scurvy bilge rats!”.

“wha’s gotten him hangin’ tha jib” a former member whispered to another. “don know, maybe captains woken up upside down, erd tha makes ye frownin mad”.

A girl leaned against the railing of the ship; she looked up at the captain's grouchy expression. She wasn’t like the rest, y/n had a good judge of character. It’s how she survived the streets of Tortuga. Y/n gazed up at the captain as he gripped the wheel harder than usual. The captain and y/n’s relationship were one often compared to an old married couple. The sweet y/n had been taking care of the captain since she was hired on the pearl, Hector had a soft spot for her. Every insult taken in was never toward her, any threat, he would never direct toward y/n.

The lass decided to take her chances and ask the captain if something had happened, hopefully he hadn’t caught scurvy. Y/n made her way upstairs to confront the captain at the helm. Just as she reached the final step, a flintlock pistol was pointed directly at her face. “Captain~, what a pleasant surprise” y/n smiled, as if she wasn’t already on edge with a pistol pointed directly at her face.

“Whaddya want missy” he grumbled in a firm voice.

“y’know, has anyone ever told you, you looked mighty fearsome and dashing standing upon the helm” y/n gave Hector a compliment.

Hopefully this was enough to get on his good side. Barbossa lowered his pistol, he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Speak o’ yer request than leave be’fer I feed yer ta the fishes” Hector sighed and tended the helm awaiting y/n’s reasoning. “You seem grumpier than the sharks captain” y/n placed her hands beside her hips, speaking in a playful tone. It was obvious she knew exactly what was going on. If you’ve ever heard of the term hangry, then your familiar with the reason. To be precise, when an animal doesn’t eat, they become aggressive. Well in this case, the lion demands his feastings and a grand feast he shall receive. “Captain, when have you last eaten” y/n asked.

Barbossa turned his head while his hands were both on the wheel “last eaten? why r’ ye so worried about what I last ate?”.

“It maybe you’re just hungry” Y/n confirmed.

“Hungry? An wha’ makes’cha thin’ me appetite be tha epiphany t’ward yer buisness” Barbossa grungily questioned.

Y/n grabbed his hand and wasted no time to feed the grumpy lion his king's feast. She ordered the cook of the pearl to provide all his favourite meals. The captain sat in his quarters still annoyed by the wait. However long after, y/n came into the room, holding a piece of apple pie. It was a little recipe she picked up from spending her time with the cook. The captain took a glance at the apple pie, he grabbed a fork and took a bite. “Not bad” he thought. The apple pie tasted exactly as he pictured, it seemed to have brightened his mood by a lot. “wha’ever ye did er missy, I salute t’ward yer pastry” he smiled up from the girl’s tasty treat. Y/n bowed; she took thanked the captain for his compliment. “How tha blazes did ye figure out what I wanted” he asked.

“My dear captain, I know you so well~, I have sailed the seas and admired you for a long time” y/n blushed.

The captain smiled at y/n’s soft expression; he kept eating the glorious heavenly pastry. The girl had known for quite a long while what the captain needs and wants. It was only a matter of time for she knew he was hangry.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

#pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean x reader #potc x reader #barbossa x reader #hector barbossa #hector barbossa x reader

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trashytoastboi · 4 years ago

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One Piece Masterlist #4

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Headcanons: Luffy, Crocodile x Introvert! Reader - Cuddling

Headcanons: Whitebeard x F! S/O - Until Death

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Headcanons: Ivankov and Daz teasing Crocodile over his crush on a Male! Straw-Hat! Reader

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Headcanons: Killer x Heart Pirate! S/O

Headcanons: Law, Luffy, Zoro, Ace x S/O that loves horror

Headcanons: Soul Mate AU! Ace x F! Soul Mate - Joining the Whitebeard pirates and misunderstanding first impressions

Headcanons: Doflamingo, Crocodile, Blackbeard meeting a F! Keyblade Wielder

Headcanons: Whitebeard falling for F! Red Hair pirate and getting her to join his crew

Headcanons: Sabo, Law, X-Drake x S/O who is afraid of the dark

Headcanons: Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Ace - Discovering their S/O is a sea dragon (Non-Devil fruit user)

Headcanons: X-Drake, Corazon - Dating a F! Marine

Headcanons: Kid x Male! S/O - Wanting attention from his stubborn captain

Headcanons: King, Jack x Wife - Pregnancy and Parental

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NSFW Headcanons: Law, Sanji, Zoro

Headcanons: Hiyori and Momonosuke attending Levely for the first time

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NSFW Headcanons: Kid and Killer x F! Reader - Liking the same girl and having her confess to 'wanting' them.

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Short Scenario: X-Drake cuddling with his S/O

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Scenario: Modern AU! x Mafia AU! Mafia Boss! Law x F! Spy - Never Play the King of Hearts

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Scenario: Kid x S/O - Eunoia

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Short Scenarios: Sanji, Shanks, Whitebeard - Trying to get {Name's} attention in the middle of a fight in a flirtatious way.

NSFW Scenario: Law x F! S/O - How Many Laws Are Too Many?

NSFW Scenario: Law x Shy! F! S/O - A Touch of Rough

Scenario: X-Drake x S/O - Antics of a Dinosaur Suit

NSFW Scenario: Ace x F! S/O - Desiderate

NSFW Scenario: Kanjuro x S/O - A Little Help Please?

Scenario: Law x Crush! Reader - Sunset

NSFW Scenario: Dom! Sanji x Shy! Sub! F! S/O - A Taste of Something New

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Scenario: Modern AU! x Mafia AU! Mafia Boss! Law x F! Ex-Military! Reader - A 'Friendly' Visitation

Scenario: Law x F! S/O - A Just Kind of Revenge (Part 2 to Stealing his hat)

NSFW Scenario: Law x F! S/O x Doflamingo -Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Scenario: Modern AU! Law x F! S/O - Want to Smash?

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NSFW Scenario: Ace, Sabo, Luffy x F! Reader - #28 Threesome + #38 Bartender AU

Short Scenarios: Eustass Kid - #2 You're comfy + #4 I'll stay up with you. Killer - #6 Possessiveness + #11 Making the other laugh

Scenario: Killer x Reader - #17 I know you still love me

Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Luffy - #11 Making the other laugh. + #28 Threesome (NSFW)

Short Scenario: Marco x S/O - #5 Can I hold your hand? + #16 Don't give me space that's the last thing I want from you.

Headcanons: Crocodile, Kid x Small! S/O - #2 You're comfy

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Short Scenario: Law x Tiny! S/O - #1 Can I borrow your jacket/clothing?

Short Scenario: Zoro x F! S/O - #1 Can I borrow your jacket/clothing?

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Scenario: X-Drake x S/O - #13 You are my love

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Scenario: Smoker x S/O - #6 Possessiveness + #7 Hickies + #8 Jealousy

Short Scenarios: Shanks - #5 Can I hold your hand?; Whitebeard #11 Making the other laugh; Katakuri #13 You are my love.

Headcanons: Law, X-Drake, Kid - #37 Hostclub AU

Short Scenario: Shanks x S/O - #2 Your comfy

NSFW Scenario: Marco x S/O - #26 Aphrodisiac

Headcanons: Sabo, Franky, Marco -#8 Jealousy

Scenario: Mihawk x F!S/O - #15 I can't think straight with you

Short Scenarios: X-Drake #3 You're endearing when you're half asleep; Law #4 I'll stay up with you; Hawkins #5 Can I hold your hand?

Scenario: X-Drake x S/O - #25 Domination

Short Scenario: Shanks x S/O - #8 Jealousy

Short Scenario: Doflamingo x F!S/O - #6 Possessiveness

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NSFW Headcanons: Doflamingo, Crocodile, Law, Smoker - #26 Aphrodisiac

Scenario: Law x F!S/O - #19 I can't sleep, can I stay here? - Nightmares

NSFW Headcanons: Kanjuro x S\O - #26 Aphrodisiac

Short Scenarios: X-Drake, Doflamingo x Short! F! S/O - #1 Can I borrow your jacket/clothing?

Headcanons: Doflamingo, Crocodile, Mihawk - #16 Don't give me space, that's the last thing I want from you

Scenario: Doflamingo x F! S/O - #9 Taking care of you when you're sick

Short Scenario: Yandere! Law x S/O - #6 Possessiveness

Short Scenario: Mihawk x F! S/O - #11 Making the other laugh

Scenario: Zoro x F! S/O - #10 If you steal the blankets one more time I'm going to put my cold feet on you.

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lovely-mrdepp · 4 years ago

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Sparrow Imagine #1

This is my very first Jack imagine so..I hope it’s alright😅Jack has been a comfort character of mine for a while and I felt like I needed to write something for him. Feel free to comment any feedback if you’d like☺️

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“Alright boys, search The ins and outs of this here island! Go on then!”

You heard the captain yell, the crewmembers climbing down the sides of the ship with ropes. You were the last one down, as always. It’s not that you were bad at doing it, it’s only because these guys were so used to it. The only reason you were on this pirate crew is because you needed a job, and there weren’t many options for you. So what did you do? You asked a dirty pirate if you could tag along as well as help around the ship.

Landing on the beach finally you decided to follow a man who went by the name of Jack sparrow…er-..Captain…Jack sparrow. He always remind the people who forgot to say that part of his ‘title’ so you quickly learned to call him that. Jack had traveled down the beach looking for something important. He had sent his men looking through the more jungle-like part of the island.

“Wait-! Caption- hang on..”

You tried catching up to Jack but running in the thick sand was difficult with shoes, so you just took them off. Being able to run much better now, you caught up to him watching as he held a compass in his hand.

What an odd man.

You giggled softly as he instantly stared at his compass taking some large steps.

“Pardon my interruption, captain..but what exactly are you looking for?”

Jack didn’t answer you for a moment taking a few more steps. His compass suddenly pointed many different ways. He groaned in annoyance closed the compass, turning around to look at you. You had to admit, he was cute when he was annoyed, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, those big brown puppy I searching for answers and his lips in the shape of a small pout.

“Well, you see, lass, there’s an ancient skull that belonged to a very wealthy and highly appreciated man. So when he died instead of burying him they dipped his bones into liquid gold…I dunno why but..honor? I guess?”

Jack shrugged, attaching his compass to his belt.

“Anyway, being the wealthy man he was he knew of such places that were filled with all kinds of riches. He requested to keep the maps and information to himself so it’s locked away somewhere with his bones, more specifically his skull…but no one knows where it is now. So many people have tried stealing it..now it lies somewhere on an island buried by some other pirates..savvy?”

This story intrigued you. A map to wonderful treasures could be found, and it could be all yours! Well…yours and the crew’s.

“This is so cool, sir! Imagine if we found it!”

Jack cracked a smirk, finding it cute when you got excited. He stepped a little closer to you as the breeze from the ocean picked up. He looked into your eyes for a moment, admiring them. When you realized what he was doing you couldn’t help but blush.

“Uh…hi.”

You laughed softly and reached up to grab his hat, placing it on your own head. You gently booped his nose and winked at him.

“You know, Captain Sparrow, I do believe your hat looks really good on me.”

He smiled and let his finger tips move down your cheek, caressing your face. Though the sneaky pirate grabbed his hat back and ran from you. You gasped and watched him run. Oh, he wasn’t going to get away from you that easy. Chasing after him you started to get much closer and finally tackled him. The two of you tumbled onto the sand. Thankfully the sand was very soft and it felt good to lay on. You both laid there, laughing and just staring up at the sky.

Jack’s hand found yours as he turned his head to look at you. Once again his dark brown eyes sent a wave of calmness through you, and you loved it.

#johnny depp #justice for johnny depp #pirates of the caribbean #disney #dead mans chest #black pearl #pirates #jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #fan fiction #comfort character

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hydraulicfluidinmyteapot · 4 years ago

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Pirates of the Caribbean

This is an ask from @shrigma-male, but i accidentally deleted the ask.. so sorry! I am high key excited to get an ask about this topic, as the Pirates of the Caribbean ride is probably one of my earliest animatronic centric obsessions. not only is it one of the earliest and most impressive feats of Imagineering, it also remains solid to this day. it houses a great many iconic animatronic figurines, all of which work together in perfect harmony to capture beautifully life filled scenes of a cohesive storyline. Its individual ride concept was so strong that it birthed a line of clones and even a famous movie franchise. isn’t that sick? a RIDE was the key source material for a whole movie series! but it’s unsurprising, with the time and care poured into the ride. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you think about it, the ride is JAM PACKED so there is a LOT to talk about. This will only be a super brief post information-wise, but who knows? There may be more to come if this performs well. Apologies, my life’s not going great at the moment and i don’t have a lot of spare time so this is not as high a quality as i would like it to be.

Here’s my fast fact file on it!

Debut: March 16, 1967

Withdrawal: All rides are still operating

Attraction: The Pirates of the Caribbean

Locations: Disneyland, Magic Kingdom, Tokyo Disneyland, Disneyland Paris, Shanghai Disney (but this one’s heavily modified)

Attraction Type: Dark ride

Riders Per Vehicle: 23–24

Number of vehicles: 50

Animatronics: 119 ish but it depends on the ride version

Ride videos: The entire ride varies from version to version and different people want to see different parts. i’m leaving you guys to find your own ride videos. it’s a very popular ride, just type on in to youtube and you’ll find heaps of nice high quality ones.

The thing that stands out about this ride is the theming and the sheer amount of effort put in to creating an immersive environment. the ride houses an impressive 119 audio animatronics, 53 of which are animals. There are 630,000 gallons of water in the ride (original Disneyland) and takes three whole days to drain. there are over 40,000 gold coins in the treasure room scene alone. It holds what could possibly be considered Disney’s first themed restaurant which can be seen at the start of the ride. It is objectively one of the coolest things I’ve ever ridden. I want to call specific attention to the boat scene, where cannons fare at each other from opposite ships, creating glowing impacts and throwing water about. the first time I rode it it ensnared my attention and completely suspended my disbelief.The ride system is based on the one used in it’s a small world, due to that rides incredible success in debuting a boat-based transport system. Although I hate it’s a small world with a burning passion and refuse to write anything on it, I must be forced to admit that it did wonders as a test on how to create a good dark ride, emphasising key features such as a high rider capacity, boat-based transport system, and proving that animatronics are an incredibly attractive key event. Since the 60’s when it debuted, the Pirates of the Caribbean ride has gone through many changes throughout its location, including entire scenes being added and removed. but what it has maintained throughout its historic run time is its notoriety and splendour. the key change that I will bring up is the 2006 and 2007 renovations that include more theming from the very successful movie franchise. slightly unrelated, but the song “Yo ho, a pirate’s life for me” was actually first written for the ride. The rides are all being constantly updated in minor ways whether it’s slightly improving the animatronics, touching up background details or changing costuming. I’ll attach here a brief sort of timeline of the ride that I’ve whipped up here, but it only touches on the most notable modifications. sorry about how crap-tier it is..

Now, to talk more specifically about animatronics. The animatronics used on this ride are some of the earliest made by Disney. some are really quite basic, with their full range of motions being a singular full body action such as raising and lowering out of a barrel, but others move heads and arms in (sort of) lifelike actions. Some are newer, (specifically captain Jack Sparrow), but most are the original ones from the 60’s. One of my (and everyone’s tbh) favourites is the redheaded lady. She is (very originally) named Redd. Previously she was being sold off for auction, but in 2018 she was swapped to being an auctioneer. She has stunning red curls and a beautiful dress to match, and now holds a gun. here’s a little before and after.

in the same refurbishment that changed her the mist screen in the tunnel before the fort battle was removed and replaced with a pirate in a cage who turns into a skeleton via an optical trick as well as an octopus playing with some medallions, along with the original 1967 narration about cursed treasure being restored. Her new version is based off none other than Anne Bonny herself (worth a google, she’s a fucking BOSS (like seriously!! Queer history icon!!! LOOK 👏 HER 👏 UP 👏 )) . She’s also displayed in dead man’s cove in a portrait, which I think is kinda neat. Her Paris version is completely silent, but the others yell about selling rum. Sadly I have never actually seen the new Redd in person, as I have only ridden the ride in Tokyo (where she is still being sold).

Now, the barker bird! oh how I love him so <3 he’s a little green pirate parrot, who spent his days crying about the ride. he was originally in the queue area but got kicked outside eventually to help deal with crowd control. he was then gotten rid of in 2006 in the big movie refurb. He was remarkably similar to the original barker bird who resided outside of the Enchanted Tikki Room; however, the pirate version has a peg leg, eye patch, tattoo on his chest and wondrously villainous hat. he was originally based off of Captain Flint, the parrot from Treasure Island. It is theorised that he has a skeletal clone inside the ride; the parrot belonging to “the Dirty Feet pirate”.

When you first get on the ride, the first animatronic you come across is Old Joe. he is an animatronic character used in multiple different attractions, including Liberty Belle Riverboat, The Western River and Mark Twain Riverboat. in each version, he lives in a shack and is associated with the banjo. I say associated because it is actually a really common misconception that he actually plays the banjo. he does not, it is just a dark scene and there is banjo music playing around him. you can see the tip of his pipe glowing as you approach it in the ride, lit up alongside the fireflies. he is a small taste of what is to come.

Barbossa replaced the original pirate captain of The Wicked Wench in the boat battle scene in the mass movie renovation. he is my tied favourite with the redhead, as his dialog adds so much to the scene. his character moves in a beautiful fashion, lit up by a spotlight. His face is artfully painted, capturing what I believe to be the most human expression in the entire ride. His boat is fighting a Castillo del Morro fortress of Isla Tesoro, whilst busy searching for treasure and presumably captain jack sparrow. in 2011 his WDW version’s outfit was swapped over to his privateer uniform from On Stranger Tides, to keep the ride tied to the movies. What can be considered quite odd is that in Paris’s later renovation, the Captain did not replace the Wicked Wench captain, and was rather added in to a scene at the end of the ride, in the skeleton grotto. he is standing on the shipwreck beside the skeleton helmsman, carrying a lantern.

The auctioneer. I don’t like him. greasy man. his eyes are wild. He’s originally voiced by Paul Frees (an icon, a legend) and is inspired by Captain Bartholomew Roberts (considered the most successful pirate in the golden age of piracy. He is also a pirate from the ship The Wicked Wench, and his auction is set up near a canteen called "La Cantina”. very creative. He was originally selling brides (human trafficking, not very snazzy) but now he sells chickens he stole from townspeople. however, this is unsuccessful. In the Paris version, instead of the chickens he is trying to sell a painting of Jean Laffite. Funnily enough, Jean is one of Disney’s sort of “stand in” pirate characters that they frequently just use whenever they need a pirate to slide in. Unfortunately, the auctioneer is always kept relatively up to date with the shiniest, newest technology that Disney can spare, and is always one of the most advanced figures on the ride. doesn’t deserve it, he’s slimy and I don’t like him. I should probably mention that he doesn’t actually have a name other than the auctioneer. There’s also a clone of him used in the haunted mansion for the duelling animatronics. loser.

This is a very long post, so I shall cut it here. I will leave you with an image gallery, further reading and a possible promise of a part two if this post does well. Thank you!

(ok so i actually haven’t got any further reading gathered yet. give me like 6 hours and ill fix it in an edit. i promise. i just want to get this post out asap)

#animatronic #audio animatronics #Audio Animatronic #animatronics #Disney #disney parks #pirates #pirates of the caribbean #redd #captain barbossa #history #long post

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quirkswriting · 5 years ago

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witching hour

Overview: Halloween has always been an extra magical time of year for you, and when you happen to run right into a very cute guy at the candy table at the party you're attending then you just know this is going to be one supernaturally good Halloween! And not even a talking cat can ruin it for you. Pairing: Iida Tenya x Fem!Reader (Aged up Supernatural AU!) Word Count: 4.4k Warning(s): A little bit of cursing? And the reader is FEM! So if you are uncomfortable with that please be aware! Author’s Notes: This is part of the Sweater Weather BNHA Sanctuary Fall Collab 2020! You can find the masterlist here, and please go check it out and give the other fics some love too! They’re all AMAZING!!! This one is unashamedly cheesy, corny, and definitely inspired by Sabrina the Teenage Witch (because that just screams Halloween to me, and I hope it does to you too!)

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“Hey, I’m home!” you called, walking in through the back door of the house with your shopping bags in hand. You nudged it closed with your elbow and put the bags down before pulling your shoes off. There was no answer, but you could spot a folded piece of paper on the table that would most likely tell you where your uncles could be found. You picked the bags back up and moved them over to the counter before walking back to the table to take a look at the note.

Your name was written across the front in Uncle Toshinori’s neat, blocky handwriting, and as you opened the letter it flew out of your hands and started hovering around your head. Both of your uncles owned fully functional mobile phones, you made sure of it, but sometimes they still preferred doing things the Witch Way.

“Hello, young (Y/N!)” the letter started speaking, your uncle’s voice coming out loud and strong as if he was standing next to you. “Taishiro and I have gone shopping for Halloween gifts for Nemuri’s party! We’ll be home in time for dinner, so save your appetite! See you soon!” As soon as it had finished, the letter exploded into tiny pieces of confetti; you were happy to see that they were tiny little orange pumpkins and black bats, perfect for the time of year. Brushing the confetti off of your sweater, you walked back over the counter where you’d deposited your bags and started pulling everything out so you could start to put it away.

Maybe it was corny, and maybe it was cheesy, but Halloween was hands down your favourite time of year. Everything about the month of October was great; the leaves started changing colours, the temperatures dropped for that perfect sweater weather (for a week or so, at least, before it got too cold), and the fact that this was the one month of the year that all of the weirdness that usually followed you around could be excused as part of the spooky season. Which, okay, not that it was ever really excused by your mortal friends, but still. Being a Witch was never easy, but least Halloween made it easier than normal.

For Witches like you and your uncles Toshinori and Taishiro, Halloween was more than just an excuse to decorate the whole house, dress up in costumes and consume an absurd amount of candy—which you definitely did, you wouldn’t deny that—it was the season when your magic was strongest, and it was a time when you would get together and see all of your friends and family who didn’t live in the Mortal Realm like you did. And this year would be extra fun because instead of going to the family party this year (being held by Uncle Tsunagu, which always promised you’d be bored to tears), you were going to a costume party being thrown by a friend of your uncles.

“Ooh, what did you bring me?” You were shaken out of your thoughts by a voice to your left, and you turned to see Shinsou, your uncles’ deep purple cat, had jumped up onto the counter and made himself at home on one of the empty plastic bags. Sneaking up on everyone else was one of his favourite things to do (aside from take naps, provide unwanted sarcastic commentary, and pretend he didn’t love playing with the cat toys around the house unless he thought he was alone). You rolled your eyes, reaching over to scratch him behind the ears.

“Nothing, you nosy cat,” you told him, and he swatted at you with one of his little white tipped paws. You withdrew your hand, going back to emptying the bags.

“Rude. You leave me all by lonesome, no one to give me food or throw my mice for me, and you don’t even bring something home for me?” he asked. You ignored that. You instead turned to the pile of things on the counter—most of it was Halloween candy you were planning on hiding in your room to snack on when you were studying, but you’d also gone out to get a costume for the party that you were going to. Shinsou walked closer, making his way around the boxes to come and see what you had.

Holding up the costume against your body, you showed it off for the feline. “So? What do you think? I thought it was really cute!” you told him. He looked you up and down, his small face scrunching up.

“You’re going as a Witch? Really? And I thought your uncles were unoriginal,” he said. You pouted, folding the costume and putting it back on the counter. It was a really cute little dress and hat combo that you’d picked up, and you thought it would go perfect with some tights and shoes you had in your closet somewhere.

“Oh yeah? And what are you planning to be for Halloween?” you asked, and Shinsou huffed. He brought one paw up to sweep through the air as he gestured across the kitchen.

“Well, the last time I was human for Halloween was when my cult—er, my organization was planning to make me Emperor of Earth, and I was a pirate,” he said. You could only imagine Shinsou in an absolutely ridiculous outfit, probably dressed just like Jack Sparrow, right before he was busted by the Witches Council for trying to take over the Mortal World. Sometimes you had to wonder how someone like him could do something like that, but he had this weird ability to talk people into almost anything. “Everyone loved it. But now I’m a cat, so I guess for Halloween I’ll just be a cat who pretends to listen to you whine about how you’re still single and eating candy corn by the bucket.”

“Well if you liked being a pirate so much, why don’t you do that again this year?” you said, huffing slightly. You pointed your finger at Shinsou, concentrating, and then in a poof of smoke and sparkles, he was sitting on the counter in a tiny pirate costume. He stood up and looked himself over, turning in circles. You couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed your candy and your costume and took off out of the kitchen and started climbing the stairs. You could hear the jingle of Shinsou’s costume from behind you.

“Hey! Come and take this off of me!” you heard him yell, and you only laughed louder as you ran into your room and closed the door before he could get inside.

“Have fun, Shinsou!” you called, and you heard his little claws start scratching at your door. You could hear him grumbling something about no one appreciating his sarcasm and you walked away to go hide your candy from your uncles.

Yep, Halloween was always fun in your house.

***

A week later, you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup before you were supposed to be leaving for the Halloween party. You were sitting at your desk in front of the mirror while Shinsou was on your bed, stretched out and toying with one of the tassels on the end of one of your pillows. You were still happy with your costume choice, no matter how many snarky remarks Shinsou made—there were a lot of them—and dressing up as a Witch was fun! Plus, the outfit itself was very cute, especially since you’d been able to find the tights and cute black shoes you’d been looking for.

You heard a knock on your half open door, and you looked up to see Uncle Taishiro poking his head through the doorway. His face was stretched wide with a grin, and you saw that he’d slicked back his normally unruly blond hair and left his face on display.

“You about ready, kiddo?” he asked, and you nodded. You finished up and quickly packed away your makeup before standing up and picking up your hat to place on your head. Uncle Taishiro stepped fully into your room, and you did a twirl to show off your costume. He gave you a thumbs up, laughing just a little. “Very nice! You make a very lovely Witch, (Y/N), if I do say so.”

“And you make a very handsome Gaston,” you told him, seeing his costume. He brought up an arm to flex, winking at you. You had to admit that his costume did look very good, and very authentic. He most likely magicked that up, but why not? You’d used a little bit of help yourself, just to make the details on your dress sparkle a little bit brighter in the light.

“If you’re both done goofing around, we have a party to get to,” Shinsou interrupted. He made his way across your bed wearing his little tuxedo and bowtie, before jumping off the bed and up into Uncle Taishiro’s arms. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag, pulling it over your shoulder and walking out of your room behind your giant of an uncle (you swore there had to be some kind of giant genes in your family, because both of your uncles were humongous—well, Uncle Toshinori used to be, before his… accident, but still). Uncle Toshinori was waiting in the hallway, and he was wearing a skeleton costume that you were pretty sure you had seen him practicing a spell for earlier in the week to make sure it was showing off his real bones. He really did go all out for Halloween and you admired that about him.

“Young (Y/N)! Very cute, you make a very good Witch,” he said, holding up his camera so that he could take a photo. You smiled and let him do it, and you took it from him to take some photos of him and Uncle Taishiro before the three of you left.

It wasn’t long before the three of you (plus Shinsou) were going through the hall closet to get to the entrance to the Other Realm, which was surprisingly empty tonight. Everyone else crossing over had most likely done it earlier in the day, which worked in your favour. Uncle Toshinori entered Nemuri's address into the system and then you all stepped through the door, popping out the other side and right into the party.

“Tai! Toshi!” came the loud voice of the host, Nemuri Kayama, who came over to give them big hugs. She was wearing some kind of leather looking bodysuit—maybe she was Black Widow? You had no idea. She did look good, though. She always did. And when she spotted you, she was quick to bring you in for a hug as well, crushing you up against her chest. It was only for a few seconds (but it felt like a lifetime before you could breathe again, black leather and a big chest were not a good combo for close quarters). Then she was letting you go and while you readjusted your hat, she started ruffling Shinsou’s fur.

“Aw, look at the fancy cat! Are you a butler, Shinsou?” she asked, and he swatted at her hands.

“Absolutely not, I am James Bond, thank you very much,” he told her, puffing himself up to show off his little tuxedo jacket and bowtie. You hid a laugh behind your hand. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to find the catnip bar and enjoy myself while talking to people who will appreciate me and what I have to say.” And with that he jumped out of Uncle Taishiro’s arms and threaded his way through the crowd. He’d find his way back eventually—that, or you’d end up finding him passed out somewhere or playing with Nemuri’s curtains. Both had happened at family gatherings before.

Uncle Toshinori handed Nemuri the Halloween presents—which was a tradition, exchanging Halloween presents was a big deal among people in the Other Realm—and then he and Uncle Taishiro were being pulled away by friends who had spotted them and wanted to see them. You recognized Keigo and Miruko, who came by the house pretty often, and there was also a man with very, very long blonde hair dressed up as a cowboy and a man with not quite as long dark hair who looked like he had also taken your idea and dressed up as a Witch. You smiled and waved, and Uncle Taishiro told you that you’d be leaving at midnight and one or two of your cousins were hanging around so you should look out for them if you needed anything. You nodded, but there was no way in hell you were going looking for your cousins. With your luck, it would end up being Izuku. Who was fine, really, you liked hanging out with him when you were kids and he was a nice enough guy (you talked at all mandatory family functions and usually stuck together along with cousin Mirio to protest being stuck at the kids table) but you wanted to have fun and he was… well, too quiet for having fun at a party like this. Sometimes you wondered if he really was from the Werewolf side of the family. But you decided to try and have fun on your own. Which… lasted all of about five minutes before you realized there were a lot of people here. Maybe you needed to take some time to make a plan before you approached anyone else to talk.

So here you were, standing by the snack table, trying to decide what you wanted to eat while you formulated your plan of attack. You’d vaguely recognized a few people on your way over there—a lot of your uncles’ friends were here, and they’d all brought people (Siblings? Children? You had no idea) who looked about your age. Or, well, you thought they looked about your age, but you could never really tell. Especially with vampires. You got yourself a cup of punch (which was a very cute little goblet! Witches really do take Halloween very seriously) and you were browsing the wide selection of food before you saw it. The biggest bowl of candy corn that you’d ever seen. And it was calling your name (which it may actually have been, for all you knew Nemuri might have bewitched the bowl to entice people to eat it. Not that Witches ever needed a reason to eat candy corn).

You walked towards it, reaching for the scoop to get yourself some of the nice little treat when your hand collided with something—or someone, actually, who was trying to grab it at the exact same time. You looked up, startled, to see a young man who looked about your age standing on the other side of the table. He was… well, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t absolutely handsome, and you couldn’t help but stare at his face. He had short, neatly styled dark blue hair, with some very uniquely shaped pointed eyebrows that were almost near his hairline. His eyes—which told you that this was a Vampire—were red and shining behind black framed square glasses. His face was square, with a very defined jawline, and you were now realizing that you were just standing here staring at a very pretty, very strange new person who was probably wondering why you were being so weird when all they wanted was candy corn.

Your eyes met his and you smiled at him, shrugging one of your shoulders as you moved your hand back and away from the bowl to let him go first. That caused your hand to brush against his once again, and then all of a sudden the bowl was in the air and there was candy corn everywhere. It took your brain a second to catch up, just as the bowl hit the floor, before you realized he had flipped the bowl over.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the look of absolute shock on his face. His cheeks very quickly turned bright red, and he bent down to pick up the bowl. You looked around, and thankfully the music seemed to be loud enough that no one had really noticed. You pointed your finger and then in a flash of sparks the bowl was full again and the floor corn was in the nearby garbage.

“Didn’t know you were that against candy corn. Did it hurt you when you were a kid?” you asked, the words coming out before you could stop them. You really had to stop hanging out with Shinsou so much, he was rubbing off on you. The stranger blinked, before setting the bowl back down on the table and clearing his throat.

“Um… I was just surprised, is all,” he said. His voice was deeper than you’d thought it would be and it suited him way more than whatever you had imagined in your head. “I didn’t think you would actually be a Witch, though. Your costume is a little on the nose.” Oh, so he wanted to play that kind of game, huh? You reached forward and grabbed a handful of the candy corn as you looked him up and down. He was wearing some kind of… knight costume? Which looked pretty authentic, you had to say. It was white and polished, with gold detailing that looked like leaves all across his chest, and a deep blue cape slung across his shoulders and falling down behind him.

“Mine is on the nose? Are you supposed to be some kind of… prince? I hope that armour isn’t made of silver or you might piss some Werewolves off tonight,” you said, and you were surprised to hear him snort at that. You popped some pieces of candy into your mouth, smiling again, and you saw his cheeks flush once more.

“I’m a knight, I’ll have you know,” he told you. You shrugged. He looked good either way, honestly. “This was my brother’s. Not silver, thankfully. But at least a little more creative than some other costumes.” You frowned, your eyebrows pulling together. So he was being serious when he implied you weren’t creative?

Your train of thought was interrupted, though, when a loud voice yelled “TENYA!” and you looked around, startled. Not too far away was another young looking man with the same colour hair as the man in front of you was waving over at you. He was dressed up as Batman—a very, very good looking Batman with his mask sitting in his lap so you could see his face and how much it resembled the pretty boy in front of you—and he was gesturing towards you. But your name wasn’t Tenya, so it must have been towards the person in front of you. Who was probably named Tenya. You looked between them, and the Vampire in front of you sighed and excused himself. You watched him make his way over to Batman, who nudged him lightly on the arm before they started talking.

You couldn’t help but watch the two of them go back and forth, trying to imagine what they were saying. Batman was making a lot of hand gestures, some in your direction, while Tenya kept very rigidly waving his arm up and down with his hand open and palm flat out. Maybe Batman saw what happened with the candy corn? Or Tenya was supposed to bring him candy corn? You kept eating it yourself.

After a moment or two had passed, you realized that okay, it was probably time to go and find someone else to talk to. Which was sad, because as odd as this Tenya was, he was still very cute and you did like going back and forth with him. But you should probably try and have some fun before you had to leave. Looking around the crowd, you spotted a group of younger people not too far away, and they looked friendly enough—there was another young woman who was dressed up as what looked like a pink fuzzy sheep? Beside another woman dressed as Bo Peep, and a guy dressed up as what looked like Gomez Addams—so you figured it was worth a try. You grabbed a handful of candy for the trip, and you turned to leave. But you didn’t make it two steps before all of a sudden Tenya was back in front of you.

“Um, wait!” he said, holding his hands up in front of him. You nearly jumped. You always forgot how fast Vampires could be; you didn’t know very many back in the Mortal Realm. Batman was coming up behind him, stopping his wheelchair just behind him.

“Is everything okay? Did you forget something?” you asked. Tenya paused, just for a moment, one of his hands coming up to rub at the back of his neck. It looked kind of cute, really, a little flustered and out of place. Vampires were usually old school and old money (from what you knew) so this was unexpected. But not a bad thing. You leaned against the table, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him.

“Are you four hundred or are you four? You can do this! Come on!” Batman probably meant to whisper that, but he was loud enough for you to hear. Tenya groaned.

“Look, I… yes, I forgot something,” he said. He pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, and for the first time tonight you saw his lips curve up into a smile. You mirrored it, unable to help yourself. “I forgot to tell you that while your costume choice is on the nose, it’s also practical and… it suits you very well.”

Well. That was unexpected, but you weren’t going to complain. You uncrossed your arms and brushed your hands along your dress, smoothing out the fabric. “Yours does too, Prince Charming.” You knew he’d said he was a knight, but you couldn’t resist. Batman laughed from behind Tenya, who turned to shush him.

“She’s great! Don’t let this go to waste, Tenya,” he said, slapping Tenya on the back. The armour made a loud clang, and Tenya swatted at Batman’s head. The older (you thought? Maybe? God, Vampire aging sucked because no one could ever tell how old anyone really was) blue haired man waved at you, before taking off across the room. The armoured male turned back to you, shrugging.

“Please excuse my brother. He’s… probably drunk,” he said. You laughed loudly, waving your hand in front of you.

“It’s okay! He’s pretty funny,” you said. That got a smile out Tenya, and you were happy that he’d come back over. You grabbed another handful of candy and offered him some. He took a few pieces, and the two of you eased into conversation. You found out his name was in fact Tenya, he was definitely an old money Vampire, and he was planning on studying History (since he had already lived through a lot of it, why not get a good grade out of it? But seeing how animated he got discussing his passion for all things old and dead in History books, you thought it was kind of cute).

Before you knew it, hours had flown by. It felt like minutes, really, and you were definitely happy you hadn’t ditched the candy table to try your luck with the other people at the party. You were just getting to learn about Tenya’s brother’s wild antics as a soldier wearing the armour you’d admired earlier when you heard your uncle Toshinori call, “Young (Y/N)! We need to get heading back! Time to go!” You looked over your shoulder to see your uncles waving to you. Uncle Toshinori was holding Shinsou in his arms, and his jacket was unbuttoned and it looked like the cat had a very good time because he was currently passed out. And most likely purring. You nodded, sending them a thumbs up.

“It’s been nice talking with you,” you said as you turned back to face Tenya. His smile had turned into a frown, and he nodded. “Those are my uncles, I gotta get going. Have to head back before the door to the Mortal Realm closes for the night. But this has been really fun, Prince Charming.”

“Yes, of course, please get home safely,” he told you, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit disappointed that he hadn’t asked for your number. But at least it would be a cute story to tell your friends, and maybe you’d see him next Halloween? Hopefully? You hiked your bag further up your shoulder and started walking towards your waiting uncles. But after a few steps you stopped. Did you really want Shinsou to make fun of you for hanging out by the candy and pining after a Vampire when you could have done something about it? Absolutely not. Tenya was cute, you both liked candy corn, and how cute would this story be to tell when people asked you how you started dating?

Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but you were gonna go for it.

You turned on your heel and walked back over to Tenya. You dug one hand into your bag, digging through it until your hand closed around what felt like a pen, and thankfully was a pen when you pulled it out to take a look. You took Iida by the wrist, pulling his hand close to you, and clicked the pen so you could scribble your name and number across his palm.

“This is my number. Let me know the next time you’re free, and maybe sometime before next Halloween we can go get some candy corn together and not have it end up on the floor,” you said, drawing a little heart underneath your number. You looked up at him and smiled, and you were happy to see his mouth hanging slightly open as he looked down at his hand. You squeezed his wrist once before you let it go. Uncle Taishiro called your name again, and you waved at the boy in front of you before turning around and following your uncles out of the party. You kept that big smile on your face the entire time, and pretended you didn’t notice the looks your uncles were giving each other behind you.

Yeah, Halloween was definitely your favourite time of year.

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queenofbaws · 4 years ago

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Hey! Still me! I promise this is the last time I'll bother you with an idea ♡

Actually, I just rewatched Pirates of the Caribbean, and I can't get out the funny idea of a crossover with Until dawn! Josh would literally be perfect as Jack Sparrow and Chris and Ashley look way too much like Will and Elizabeth! Not to mention Sam who would be literally too beautiful and stylish as a pirate! ♡

“So remind me: We going ‘yo-ho-ho’ pirate, or ‘yargh me hearties’ pirate, or ‘I’m not paying $30 to rent a Disney movie pirate?” Chris asked, obviously way too proud of his own joke (if it could be called a joke) as he grinned...only have Sam bustle past him in her efforts to finish getting ready, the feather in her hat sweeping across his face and making him splutter.

“We just watched the movie, you big galoot,” she joked, “Not sure what’s so hard to get...”

“Yeah, well, pardonnez-moi, but I don’t really remember any, like, historical accounts of pirates, y’know - ” he swept an arm out towards Ashley and Josh, both still hunched in front of the bathroom mirror wearing matching expressions of deep concentration, “ - wearing eyeliner, so...”

“All the best pirates w - ” Josh didn’t get any farther than that; Ashley gave his shoulder a light smack, scowling until he went still again so she could finish his makeup. But as they’d all learned to expect, that compliance only lasted about thirty seconds before he started up again, causing her to groan and throw her hands in the air: “I said we should’ve gone with It, but no, nooooo, we couldn’t do anything fun for the stupid party, so yeah, Cochise, we went with eyeliner pirates, and I don’t appreciate - ”

That time Ashley actually grabbed his face, covering his mouth with her palm to tip his head back and shut him up, warning, “I know you don’t think I have it in me to take your eye out, Josh, but so help me, I will if you don’t stop moving!”

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#girl-in-love-with-non-real-geeks #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive

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thursday-writes-fanfics · 5 years ago

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Choose. (Reader x Jack Sparrow or Will Turner. ) part 2

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean, Will Turner, Jack Sparrow. Warnings: Oh lawds, it has been too long since I posted anything and I am quite rusty. But had to post because I was in a pirate mood and after further investigation, not a lot of people post x reader stories for PoTC so I figured i had to change that myself. Swears, the ordinary pirate vocabulary. Also, have not read this through but of well. Words: 2.8 K

"Filthy, mangy, disgusting scum of the earth,” the whisper left Y/N lips as she made her way out of the cabin with silent feet, her boots held in her hand as she opted to be as quiet as possible. Her belongings were strapped across her back, just as they had been when the trio of misfortune had found her. A growl left her at the thought. The pain which coursed through her shoulder each time she dared move and peak around the corner was a cruel reminder of the bullet Jack had put in her to get her from leaving. Selfish man, that one, Y/N thought as with quick steps she had made her way out on deck. Blackness surrounded them, the moon hidden behind a veil of clouds. No-one was up, as most of the crew were in Tortuga partying for the night, or sleeping away the late hours.

A perfect moment to leave.

When she could confirm no-one was there to disturb her wee little escape, she firmly stomped her feet into her leather boots and tied her belongings a bit tighter to her body. A glance across the railing confirmed her suspicions. No boat was left to take one to land, but that had never been a problem for the lass. Y/N gently cracked her knuckles and warmed her shoulders with circling motions of her hand whilst her feet carried her to the side farthest from the roughhousing town. A light grunt left her as she took her hat and tied it to hang around her neck and suddenly she was off. With a sprint she took off across the deck, her body shooting through the air as she leapt from the railing. Her hands were placed before her as she dove into the depths below, a promise of being frozen to the core shown in the darkness.

She had forgotten how badly it hurt to have a wound meet saltwater and Y/N was forced to the surface earlier than she had intended when all the air left her in a shocked cry. Yet, there was little she could do about it now except swim to land. With long strokes she set her course for the harbour, far from exhausted after she had been asleep for gods know how long. She knew that the port she had been supposed to change her allegiance at was far from here, and even the Black Pearl would have a hard time getting to Tortuga without a couple of days journey. Y/N wondered if she had woken up at all, or if they had with each meal fed her concoctions to force her back into unconsciousness.

Even with her wound, Y/N found the strength to pull herself atop the harbour, her breath heavy as she had swam long and far. She had however, very little time to worry. Even if the crew was out partying and would only return in the morning, they would find her gone and she knew they would search for hours until the found her. She needed to be fed, drunk and well on her way to Barbossa by the time that happened.

Her hat she placed once more upon her head, all that was too tightly stuck to her form loosened until she felt comfortable once more. Her hand rest upon the sword as she strode from the harbour into the loud and bright city. Bar fights, drunken singing and the cheers of women filled her ears. “Ah,” Y/N thought as a smirk played upon her lips. “Now this is home,”

She could hear the ladies calling out to her, believing she was a fine young lad out for a wee bit of an adventure, however, Y/N would have to disappoint. Her smirk remained as she faced the fine young ladies before the brothel, a hand softly coming to tip her hat.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, my dears. But I’m not sure I am of the commodities you wish to have with tonight,” Y/N chuckled as the women calling for her became silent. However, they soon cooed for her even more as they realised who it was. “Oh, it’s Y/N! Remember what Anne said when she mistook her for a man? She had the most passionate and heart-racing kiss that left her swooning for days!” said one of the women and Y/N stilled as she remembered the events from long ago, when she had just started out her pirating business. A lass had made her home upon Y/N’s lap after she had won a barfight and gave the victor a kiss. Y/N had been drunk of her arse and the feeling of someone else’s lips upon her own had been quite welcome. She had just had her heart broken by dear ol’ William Turner when she had tried to tell him how she felt, only for the lad to speak of nothing but Elizabeth and how he was going to as her father for her hand in marriage. It made her sick to the stomach to think fo his words.

“Y/N! Come in and we promise we’ll make you forget all your sorrows!” squealed the women and a hot flush came to cover the woman in question’s cheeks. A choir of shrieks of joy and interest left them as the flush was quite evident in the light of the lanters. “Sorry ladies, I am on a tight schedule,” Y/N replied but dared amuse them with a wink and kiss blown their direction. Their shouts and cheers followed Y/N as she made her way through town, unaware that she was to become the talk of all women in town as all knew of Anne’s one in a lifetime-kiss. Something which would not work in her favour.

Y/N entered her favourite tavern, glad to find that all the scoundrels of her former crew where off elsewhere, just as she had expected. No-one really liked the place and it made Y/N love it even more. However she avoided the gaze at the corner where she had Jack had a heated argument, when he had been so close to kiss her before Elizabeth came in between to diffuse the situation. A snarl left her and the woman pulled out a barstool and made herself comfortable. The woman whom owned the place grinned widely as she gazed upon one of her most beloved customers once again.

“Hello there, Mary,” Y/N mused to the older woman who was quick to grab her and embrace her into a bear-hug. “Well, wouldn’t ye look at that! The best pirate anyone would have the pleasure to be met by, sitting at by bar? I cannae believe my luck!” Mary mused as she set the young woman down, or more like shoved her right back into her seat.

“What can I get ye, lass?” the grin on Mary’s face was welcoming and familiar, something Y/N knew would never change. Unlike others. “How about a clap of thunder? And if you could, maybe some dry power?” Y/n asked as she raised her gun from her hip, the water dripping from it. “Unfortunately had to take a wee dip to meet you,” she mused and Mary laughed as she grasped a bottle and filled a tankard with the requested beverage.

“Drink and food I can treat ye, but weaponry? Should as some of the fine gentlemen instead,” the tankard was placed before Y/N’s form as a pout played on the younger woman’s lips. “Oh, don’t hang your jib at me, lassie! You know well I won’t give up my own weapons,” a laughter fell from Y/N’s lips as she was scolded by the older woman, her hands nursing the drink in her grasp. A faint “Oh, I know,” fell from her lips and she feigned ignorance as she took a swig from her drink, Mary’s playfully angry eyes staring daggers into her head before she turned to serve another pirate.

The buzzing that soon came when Y/N had drunk her second tankard was a pleasant feeling, the warmth of the tavern penetrating her muscles and her clothes dried as the fire was steadily fed with logs of wood by the maids rushing about. Y/N didn’t her them whispering giddily about the gorgeous female pirate at the bar.

“Mary!” Y/N called out as she let her hand fall to the bar, golden coins glimmering in her fingers. With a few words she paid for yet another drink and a plate of hot food. She didn’t ask what she would get, as Mary’s cooking was one of a kind. For pirates, at least. The doors were slung open but Y/N paid little attention. Her seat was hidden from view and drunkards all about were more cause for attention than her. She wasn’t worried. Nevertheless, she should have been keeping tabs on who entered the tavern. Then she would have rushed out the backdoor to escape the trio that had kidnapped her.

“There you go, dearie! Made it only for you!” a wink was given to the older woman as before Y/N laid a plate with the most delicious looking ribs, the spiciness and flavour visible to the bare eye. And lots of potatoes and vegetables accompanied the mouth-watering meat. Y/N dug in with fervour as she had been quite famished. Mary glanced at her here and there, and the sight of the food inhaled before her very eyes brought a joyous warmth to her heart.

Y/N had barely managed to finish her food when suddenly she felt eyes upon her frame. Keen eyes dared draw across the room, finding no gaze to meet with hers as she dug her teeth into the second to last rib. Only they stopped suddenly as she saw at a table on the other side of the tavern, three faces she had never expected in this place. They usually hated going here after all, as it was a tavern famous for hosting the cruelest fights. Took the appetite from them all normally. Y/N froze with the flavourful meat hanging from her lips, the look mirrored by Jack, Will and Elizabeth as they stared at her. The maid has just brought their drinks, meaning they had probably gotten in just a little while ago. Y/N would have noticed, had she only checked on the door. Something suddenly flared up in the trios eyes as they now saw her face fully, having been unsure if it truly was who they believed it to be, sitting and eating at the bar like she wasn’t supposed to be knocked out cold in the captain’s cabin.

“Ah, fuck,” Y/N cursed and threw herself from her stool when the trio had rushed to their feet. In her hands, Y/N grasped her mug and downed the last of her drink before tearing the meat off whole from the last rib. “Y/N!” Will roared and was promptly forced to duck when the woman in question had aimed a huge bottle at his head, having swept it from a nearby table. Y/N stared at the ones around her and with a tap on the back the the roughest looking group of pirates, she whispered.

“They’re here to fight,” with a thumb pointed to the trio coming right this way with anger and determination in their steps. The pirates faced them and mistook their stride for the young woman to be meant for them and rose from their feet. Roars left them as suddenly they dashed from their seats and the biggest barfight Y/N had seen to date began. Because when the group she had incited rose, another thought they were looking for a brawl with them. So, what Y/N would name it was pure and utter chaos.

“Now that is my cue to leave,” her snickers were heard by none other than herself as Y/N dashed for the exit, only she would find her escape was not easily won. Bonnie lasses that had dared find their courage to speak to her grasped her arms and with their big eyes gazed at her with adoration. “Y/N, won’t you come take a drink with us?” they asked and Y/N suddenly twirled them around, making them fall into her and avoid being crushed underneath a huge bloke that was tackled by a man his equal.

“Sorry ladies, but I’m running short on time,” Y/N sneered and with her hands she twirled them. Laughter and giddy cheers left them as they were spun back to their friends, a wink from the one they had tried to seduce sending them into a fit of swooning as Y/N rushed out the door with desperation. She refused to get caught now, just when she had succeeded with two parts of her three step plan. All she needed now was a boat to take her to where Barbossa was last seen.

“Y/N!” came the muffled voice of the one and only Jack Sparrow, and it was far too close for Y/N’s liking. Judging by the distance to the sound, the trio were almost out the door by now. Y/N darted through the nearby plaza, calls of her name from lovely ladies and young lasses that had only heard of her making it very hard to escape unseen. Fix a disguise next time you try to hide from someone in Tortuga, Y/N noted as she vaulted over a wall to a nearby staircase, giving a few drunkards the scare of their lives as she flew over their heads. Y/N was quick, agile and the best at what she did, so to see her in action was a privilege in itself, as many pirates, thugs and mercenaries knew her name.

“When did I become so famous?” Y/N wondered as her breath was becoming heavy, the continuous movement of her body tearing on her wound. “Ahoy, lass! What are you running from?” the pirates would shout and the call of her name remained right on her heel as she was continuously exposed by the friendly and merry pirates. An idea found her mind and Y/N dashed into the nearest awaiting brothel, knowing there was a night-market on the other which she could loose her pursuers. Loud and happy squeals left the women as Y/N raced through the entrance, going right to the stairs.

“Y/N!” they exclaimed and to her surprise, the young pirate found herself stuck amongst more than one pair of arms. Her eyes grew wide as she snapped her head to the entrance and found that those she tried to avoid where coming right for her. “Whoops! Sorry ladies, don’t have much time to play!” Y/N exclaimed as she danced her way out of their grips, spinning and dancing them around her so that she was freed and their excited hollers filled the brothel.

“Y/N!” William shouted but was shot right in the head with an expertly thrown pillow, stumbling back and making it harder for the other two to pass him. More pillows flew through the air and laughter echoed around them as Y/N dashed through the house, her charms still there even if she was trying to run for her life. Jack almost caught her at the top of the stairs but with her hands firm on the railing, Y/N kicked him in the chest with both her feet and caused him to tumble down the many steps, her escape ensured as she leapt out the window. She landed on one of the market stalls, body aching as she rose from the shambles she had made. “Sorry!” she shouted and tossed the man a golden coin before she took off through the mass of people, ignoring his angry shouts and that of her companions that soon crashed down before him, making the easy damages completely irreversible. And they didn’t even pay to help.

Y/N left her entourage as she dashed through the mass of people, all too occupied with themselves to notice her slip past. A breath dared leave her lips as she broke free from the market and leapt from the ledge to a path below, disappearing into the darkness.

Her breath was heavy as she appeared once more at the harbour, her eyes searching for any ship to hide on but all were so far out at sea. A grumble left her as she wished not to get wet again as she had just managed to dry up and get warm. Maybe she had the chance to go back to one of the brothel’s and could pay them to hide her for a few days. With a fist slammed into her palm like the club of a judge making sure all knew a decision had been made, she turned around. Only the sight of three very roughened up, tired and angry people appeared before her. Will’s gun was cocked at her head, and the familiar click of the safety being off made her sigh.

“Fuck sake,” Y/N grumbled as she realised she had nowhere to go.

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