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[devauer]

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐍  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ↳↳  accepting  ( @vcnishes​ )

❝ how  about,  fuck  no? ❞

the  grin  upon  his  lips  is  slow  to  curl  but  is  no  less  unnerving.  kol  has  always  prided  himself  on  his  ability  to  mask  the  monster  that  lurked  barely  below  the  surface.  his  smiles  could  be  boyish  and  charming,  the  way  that  he  could  make  his  eyes  appear  wide  with  youthful  playfulness  was  a  ploy  that  he  used  to  lure  his  toys  into  a  false  sense  of  security.  but  leah  wasn't  one  of  his  toys,  she  was  every  bit  the  monster  that  he  was  even  if  she  pretended  not  to  be.  so  kol's  eyes  were  dark  and  his  grin  was  cutting.

      ❝  still  the  same  old  leah,  ❞  kol  mocked,  tipping  his  chin  back  to  look  down  at  her,  ❝  but  i  know  you're  suffocating  under  nik  and  elijah  just  like  me,  ❞

      their  brothers  grip  on  his  life  and  his  freedom  was  like  a  noose  around  his  neck,  tugged  like  a  dog  to  follow  at  their  heels,  year  after  year,  at  the  mercy  of  klaus  and  a  dagger.  no  more.  now  was  their  chance,  mikael  was  coming  and  now,  finally,  kol  would  face  him  with  or  without  his  siblings.

      ❝  so,  you  can  help  me,  ❞  kol  said  and  there  was  something  almost  unhinged  about  the  smile  on  his  lips  now,  ❝  or  you  can  run  back  to  our  brothers  and  stay  out  of  my  way.  ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ↳↳  not  accepting  ( @loetise )

“What  do  you  dream  about?”

he  traced  small  circles  across  her  skin,  thumb  following  the  edge  of  her  shoulder  blade  absently  where  fairy  wings  should  have  sprouted.  he  wondered  absently  if  allie  knew  that  there  were  deals  she  could  make  to  get  them,  he  wondered  absently  what  kind  she  would  ask  for.  delicate  dragonfly  wings  that  glistened  in  every  colour  dependent  on  the  light?  butterfly  wings  the  colour  of  a  sunset,  warm  reds,  vibrant  purples,  and  yearning  pink?  for  someone  always  so  plagued  by  night  horrors,  harry  should  have  guessed  that  she  would  know  when  the  bad  dreams  came  for  him  too.

          harry  didn’t  look  at  her  for  a  long  moment,  content  to  ease  his  mind,  and  distract  his  thoughts  in  how  soft  her  skin  was,  in  imagining  her  with  different  kinds  of  wings,  in  thinking  of  the  look  on  her  face  if  she  were  to  see  herself  with  them.  ❝  i’m  alone,  ❞  harry  finally  admitted,  his  tone  was  level,  calm  and  unconcerned,  but  the  admission  was  brutal  in  the  honesty  of  it  and  when  he  finally  raised  his  gaze  to  meet  hers,  they  were  naked  with  that  harrowing  fear  he  usually  kept  buried  in  his  dreams,  ❝  everyone  leaves  me.  ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ↳↳  not  accepting  ( @hoistsails )

“When  was  the  last  time  you  ate?”

her  voice  pulled  him  forward,  tugged  not  so  gently  back  towards  base  needs,  things  beyond  what  was  pressing,  what  was  important.  harry  found  himself  nestled  between  responsibility  and  something  else,  something  older  as  he  tore  his  eyes  away  from  the  slips  of  paper  and  records  in  front  of  him.  his  reading  skills  were  still  well  behind  what  they  should  have  been,  but  he  was  catching  up  quickly,  and  he  had  asked  mr.  smee  to  ensure  that  every  bit  of  documentation  in  regard  to  the  crew  passed  his  desk.  practice.  training.  one  day  he  would  read  as  well  as  the  best  of  them.  one  day  it  wouldn’t  take  him  hours  on  end  to  read  a  single  lengthy  paragraph.  but  that  day  would  get  further  and  further  away  if  he  let  himself  get  distracted.

          harry  made  a  face.  the  question  irritated  him,  and  it  showed  in  the  tight  corners  of  his  mouth  and  the  furrow  of  his  brow.  when  was  the  last  time  you  ate?  as  if  he  couldn’t  take  care  of  himself,  as  if  he  needed  looking  after.  harry  swallowed  the  agitation,  the  familiar  aching  feeling  of  deficiency,  inadequacy  that  always  accompanied  things  like  this.

          harry  forced  himself  to  remember  that  harriet  didn’t  mean  it  the  way  that  he  was  taking  it.  she  wasn’t  asking  out  of  a  desire  to  belittle,  she  wasn’t  asking  because  she  thought  that  he  couldn’t,  she  was  asking  because  she  cared.  and  that  was  always  such  a  steeper  curve  to  acknowledge.  ❝  you  worried  about  me?  ❞  harry  asked  once  his  instinctive  irritation  had  been  thoroughly  squashed.  he  smiled,  gaze  fond,  the  tension  that  had  settled  in  his  brow  relaxing.  ❝  why?  did  you  make  me  something?  ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ↳↳ not accepting ( @shardfated​ )

“What did they do?”

evie liked to dress herself up as a beautiful flower, a perfect sculpture of feminine power and beauty, carved from marble, accentuated with blues, reds, and golds until she dripped with an elevated force that could reduce most that perceived her to their knees, glad to serve her. she was more dangerous than a siren’s song, than a mermaid's compelling gaze beneath rough seas, than a fairies delicate scent. she was a sweet death, one that lulled, one that made the victims of her pull feel glad to have been a part of her. but there had always been more to her than her pretty smiles, than her dark doe eyes, more to her than the kindness she bestowed on those loyal to her. she was as much the poisoned thorns as she was the rose, and harry always found the switch fascinating to watch.

     ❝ would you care? ❞    the pirate asked, his smile that of a shark, all teeth and humorless,    ❝ would you even know what to do if you knew what they did? if you knew it was on his orders? ❞    harry circled her, closing in with every step until he could lean over her shoulder and speak into the shell of her ear. harry would admit that he and evie were closer than most that were outside of the crew, how could they not be after so many years of knowing each other, but there had always been an unseen chasm between them. a distance that neither he nor she had ever attempted to bridge and it was there because of hook. where his father had showered her with gifts, with gentle lessons, with carefully curated training, hook had terrorized him and his sisters from their very births. to evie, captain james hook was mentor and father, to harry he was abuser, fiend, monster.

     ❝ no, i don’t think you would know what to do with yourself, ❞    harry said as he pulled back with a laugh, sharp and taunting,    ❝ don’t ask me questions you don’t want the answers to, ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ↳↳ not accepting  ( @shardfated​ )

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”

❝ it’s got everything to do with trust, and you know it. ❞    trust was a commodity rarely shared on the isle. to open yourself up, to allow someone close enough to know the truth of everything, was to open yourself up to a knife in your throat. no matter who you were, no matter how strong, how powerful, how far your reach, there would always be those in the world waiting for an opportunity to take from you everything that you have earned. she knew it as well as he did, nothing in the world was free, nothing could be taken without the threat of having it stolen or wrenched from your own fingers. they might have grown up together, they might have worked together, spent long nights on the docks together, seen each other clearer than anyone else had seen each other, but she wasn’t his, and he wasn’t hers. they couldn’t exist in the same space without wanting to take.

     ❝ you have your place, and i have mine and mine will always be right here, ❞    harry said, his voice hard as granite, teeth bared and eyes sharp with the intensity that belonged only to him,    ❝ between you and uma, ❞

     evie might pride herself on being a queen, she may see herself as one day ruling over the entirety of the isle, but she wouldn’t rule over him, nor the pirates, and least of all uma and it was about time that she accepted that.    ❝ you’re not our queen, evie. wear a crown all you like, parade around all you want, that is never going to change. ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍.𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ↳↳ not accepting  ( @yoakkemae​ / ben )

[ GLANCE ] : sender can't resist glancing down at the receiver's lips as they're talking. { :') ben. it's probably only once, but that's probably enough. }

something keen flashed behind his gaze as he watched ben’s eyes drop to the set of his mouth. the corners of his lips twitched and curled into a smile, his instructions pausing behind his teeth while harry scrutinized ben’s distracted glance. experimentally, harry dragged his tongue over his lower lip and ben’s gaze darted back up to meet him as if he had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. harry’s grin widened, tying off the sailor’s knot in his hands and moving slowly forward.

     ❝ are you listening to me? ❞    harry asked in a lazy drawl, closing the distance between himself and the king,    ❝ i don’t think you are, ❞    he interrupted before ben could say anything to defend himself. he raised the sailor’s knot between them, his grin turning devilish as he guided ben’s left hand through the knot and pulled it tight around his wrist.

     ❝ i’m gonna show you why you should pay closer attention, ❞    harry said, tone turning deceptively sweet as he held out his hand for ben’s right. he waited patiently, part request, part demand, part challenge ― the last time harry had bound ben in rope they had been on opposing sides and ben had been his enemy. but being tied down could be fun too, and harry could show him how. they were alone on the sloop, no prying eyes would find them out on the bay, harry could show him how good it could be to be at his mercy, and he could show him how to escape from the rope too, eventually.

     harry shattered the distance between them, crowding into ben’s personal space as he so often did and claimed his mouth with his own. the kiss was ravenous, harry was the flame and ben the wick, he kissed him with a heat and a fire that seemed to scorch them both and while he kissed him he took ben’s free hand and bound it within a second sailor’s knot, tying his wrists together. harry used the rope to raise ben’s arms above his head and pin them against the sloop’s mast and sunk his teeth into ben’s lower lip with a groan.

[harryshaed1]

𝐍.𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ↳↳ not accepting  ( @dvarapala​ )

❛ we don't have to do anything tonight. would you rather cuddle, instead? ❜

he hummed, the sound of a low vibration in the back of his throat as he sunk down on top of her. harry needed very little more from her, curling his arms around her waist and laying down on top of her with no other intentions other than to hold her and be held in return. he pressed his face past her thick dark hair and buried his nose into the curve of her neck to breathe her in. he mumbled something unintelligible against her skin, lips brushing briefly over her pulse.

     udyati had told him about her world before, the apparent normalcy of the day-to-day routine. wake up, go to school, read, learn, go home or perhaps follow her friends around. beyond her extra curricular activities which involved killing monsters ( or were they aliens? to him they were always one in the same, creatures different from himself, creatures that came after her, after her people, that she was tasked with destroying ), the rest was all so . . . deceptively plain. harry couldn’t guess what her friends thought of him. quick to bite, even quicker to strike, feeling naked without his cutlass or his hook, feeling foreign and disconnected as a prisoner turned portal jumper turned rebellious high schooler.

     ❝ right here, ❞    harry said into the curve of her neck,    ❝ this is my favourite place in the world right now. ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍.𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ↳↳ not accepting  ( @eleghies​ / nora )

❛ stay. ❜

she was a vision dressed in powdered blues, her long dark hair fell around her shoulders, bangs pinned perfectly to compliment her fair features. with lips painted pink and parted, cheeks flushed, and kneeling upon her four postured bed, nora was a songbird in a cage, wings clipped and staring at him doe eyes framed by thick lashes. but when she kissed him, he could feel her entire body shake and tremble, and when she curled her arms around his shoulders, she clung to him as if she feared he might pull away or disappear.

     on the isle, to ask for something ―anything, even company― was to admit weakness. it had only been a week since the riots had swept through the isle with a blinding, and terrible fury and madness that had swallowed even those unaligned and factionless. the violence and brutality lingered in the shadows of everyone's minds whether they admitted to it or not.

     nora spoke against his lips, a whisper breathed like a confession that harry eagerly took into his mouth to hold as a secret shared by accident. harry shifted, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him as he crawled onto her four postured bed. it was covered in soft fabrics, drapes, blankets, and velvet pillows. a nest of comforts in various shades of colour that smelt like her and the sea. harry pushed her legs apart and pressed himself against her, hands pushing against her hips and pinning her against the bed.

     ❝ lie back, ❞    harry commanded, and when she didn’t obey instantly, harry grabbed her wrists, pulled her arms from around his shoulders and pinned them against the mound of blankets beneath them,    ❝ right here . . . you lay there and you don’t touch, if you touch i’ll stop, understand? ❞    harry waited for her to nod, and only then did he press another kiss to her lips, this one deep and intense while his hands wandered up her arms, across her chest, down her body until finally he dragged them up her thighs, hitching her skirts high around her hips.

harry touched her until her skin grew hot, until her breaths grew harsh and shallow, and her heat wet with desire. only then, did he break their kiss, pressing his mouth to her neck, to her stomach, to her hip. he crawled low, positioning himself between her legs, either one of her legs over his shoulders where he held her tight against his face.

[harryshaed1]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓-𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↳↳  not accepting  ( @biteofwinter​ )

❛ i don’t owe you shit. ❜

the corners of harry's mouth twitched, a slow grin crawling across his lips as he stared at her. he liked alice well enough, she had proved herself to be more than just a useful asset to the crew, but she had proved time and time again that she was smart enough to know when, where, and which jobs to pull that didn’t directly interfere with him or his crew. but evidently, times were hard. the isle had always been a harsh, unforgiving place, but ever since the cotillion riots, things had only gotten worse, more violent, more bloody, and harry had no room for neutrality.

      ❝ i’m not asking, alice, ❞    harry said, he moved around her, pacing in a slow circle with that same toothy grin, not unlike a shark slowly circling its new meal,    ❝ you can be my enemy, or you can be my friend. ❞

     harry moved close behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking out ahead of them to what was now uma’s expanded territory. it had been hard won, a fight that harry and the lost revenge crew had carved from the hands of both second and first generation prisoners of the isle. taking it had meant being meaner, crueler, more ferocious than anything that their enemies had seen before. as his friend, alice could be a part of it, work for him as an informant, a thief, a spy, anything and everything that he and the crew would need, but as his enemy, he would treat her the same as anyone else that wasn’t on his side.

     ❝ we could be best friends, ❞    harry said, leaning over alice’s shoulder to speak into the shell of her ear,    ❝ i’d help you . . . and you’d help me, and no one, and nothing will stand in our way, ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓-𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↳↳ not accepting  ( @lighthouseborn​ )

❛ what do you want from me? ❜

harry fixed him with a hard stare, one seemingly carved from ice. scathing, almost condemnatory, as if henry were inviting something terrible through his door by making the demand. they shared something that transcended friendship or partnership, and it worked because it was unspoken, because they both acknowledged the thing between them that had no title, no word, no explanation, and did not give it a voice because they knew, in their way, in their own ways, that if they spoke it aloud then it would become something different. something harsher, something more dangerous, it would burrow into them and there would be no escaping the way that it would change them for the worse.

    harry tipped forward, that all too familiar grin crawling across his lips as he crowded into henry’s personal space. the action was familiar, done so often, so often that it felt as natural to have henry close enough to feel the heat come off of his body as it was to feel the familiar weight of his hook in his hand or on his belt.

     ❝ you, ❞    harry said finally, it wasn’t an unusual desire, harry always wanted him in as many ways as henry would let him, but it was different this time, the force of his own desire was threatening to swallow him whole,    ❝ all of you ― everything ― no holding back. be mine, be all mine, and i’ll be yours. ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓-𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↳↳ not accepting  ( @janefaery​ )

❛ don’t shut me out. ❜

her voice was a melody whispered against the curve of his neck. seated on the edge of the bed, jane had draped her arms around his shoulders from behind, pressed herself flush against his back and held him in what could only be described as a protective embrace. she was warm and soft, the smell of vanilla and pressed lavender soothing his senses, and her hands ― they wandered absently. tracing tattoos and scars, caressing bare skin in gentle strokes as he trembled.

     harry exhaled a slow breath, unease crawling up the length of his spine and curling at the base of his skull like a coiled snake waiting to sink its fangs into his throat. harry had spent his entire life building himself up as something dangerous, something lethal, to wield himself as a weapon rather than a person in part to protect himself but mostly to make everyone and everything around him afraid of hurting him. he could be intimate, tender even, but letting himself be vulnerable still felt wrong, like a betrayal of himself or of something that he had lost a long time ago.

     ❝ i don’t mean to, ❞    harry said finally, turning slightly so that he could see her face. when the moods hit him, wanderlust, guilt, rage ― the kind that he couldn’t act on ― or that harrowing fear of being left, he responded in one of two ways. either he isolated until the mood passed, or he sunk his teeth into something he hated and ripped it to shreds. isolating meant disappearing, meant pulling away, meant leaving her in the dark, shutting her out, an unfortunate side effect when he chose to go silent. he didn’t want to do that to her.

     harry turned further until they were facing each other again. he reached out to brush his fingers through her long dark hair, to caress her cheek and the side of her neck with the backs of his fingers,    ❝ i want to say it back, ❞    he finally confessed, the admission making his chest feel as if it were caving in,    ❝ i don’t know how. ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ↳↳  accepting  (  @dvarapala  )

“is  this  okay?”

hands  on  his  back  and  he  flinches.  it’s  a  conditioned  response.  a  response  learned  from  a  life  of  never  turning  his  back  on  anyone,  a  response  learned  from  waiting  in  anticipation  for  a  strike  that  could  come  at  any  second.  unyati’s  voice  reaches  him  through  that  vigilant  fog,  gentle  and  earnest,  and  harry’s  shoulders  relax  as  he  glances  back  at  her.

          her  fingers  trace  the  curve  of  his  spine,  thumb  caressing  the  dip  of  his  hip,  palms  flat  against  his  lower  back  and  sending  ripples  of  sensation  across  his  skin.  he’s  aware  of  every  trace  of  her  fingerprints,  of  every  ounce  of  pressure,  and  heat  of  her  skin  against  his  own.  it’s  an  intimacy  that  sets  the  blood  in  his  veins  alight.  harry  hummed,  a  content  sound  as  the  corners  of  his  mouth  twitched  into  a  grin.

          ❝  yeah,  ❞  harry  said,  voice  low  and  laced  with  amusement,  ❝  and  you  can  press  harder  than  that  if  you  want.  ❞

[harryshaed1]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ↳↳  accepting  (  @dogfearing  )

“what  do  you  dream  about?”

i  don’t,  harry  wanted  to  say.  he  rarely  found  himself  sleeping  deeply  or  long  enough  to  dream  anything,  and  if  he  did  he  rarely  remembered  them.  dreams  were  unreliable,  intangible  things  and  harry  was  nothing  if  not  practical.  he  trusted  in  things  that  he  could  make  into  reality,  he  trusted  in  what  he  could  run  his  hands  over,  of  what  he  could  see  and  smell  with  his  own  senses.  but  to  give  carlos  such  an  answer  felt  like  a  cop  out,  as  if  he  were  hiding  something  shameful  and  harry  refused  to  be  ashamed  of  anything.

          ❝  the  sea,  ❞  harry  said,  ❝  sometimes  i’m  sailing,  wind  in  my  face,  heading  for  the  horizon,  ❞  he  closed  his  eyes  as  he  pulled  the  memory  from  the  dark  recesses  of  his  mind.  watching  himself  standing  behind  the  wheel  of  the  lost  revenge  or  standing  at  the  end  of  the  bowsprit.  ❝  other  times  i’m  under  the  surface,  just  floating,  ❞

          harry  opened  his  eyes  and  shrugged  his  shoulders  as  he  eyed  the  other  boy  curiously,  ❝  what  about  you?  chocolate  fountains  and  talking  dogs,  i  bet.  ❞

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ↳↳  accepting  (  @dogfearing  )

“it  doesn’t  have  anything  to  do  with  trust.  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me.  but  i’ll  listen,  if  you  do.”

he  made  it  sound  so  easy.  as  if  to  speak  the  words  out  loud,  as  if  to  let  another  person  hear  them  wasn’t  something  that  could  just  as  easily  destroy  him  as  a  knife  to  the  chest.  carlos  had  done  more  for  the  kids  of  the  isle  than  most,  he  had  done  more  for  them  than  harry  had.  his  safe  house  was  a  haven  for  the  abused,  the  mistreated,  and  downtrodden,  where  harry  was  the  knife,  carlos  had  become  the  shield  and  it  was  strange  to  have  the  other  offer  that  same  security  to  him  for  nothing.  no  deal’s,  no  payments,  or  favors  required.  it  was  a  harrowing  thing  to  have  carlos  look  at  him  so  earnestly  and  harry  felt  abruptly  exposed.

          ❝  i  get  lonely  sometimes,  ❞  harry  admitted.  he  smiled  weakly,  trying  and  failing  to  cover  up  how  raw  the  confession  sounded  as  it  slipped  past  his  lips.  harry,  who  was  so  often  surrounded  by  his  own  crew  and  allies  and  flings,  always  flitting  from  one  person  to  another  and  never  really  alone,  but  the  loneliness  festered.  ❝  i  think  everyone’s  going  to  leave  me,  ❞