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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Vending Machine Room-Kinda Lovin’ {Henry McHenry x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! it took me a little while, but I’ve finally come around to finding Henry McHenry attractive (and it’s here in full force!). thanks again to my good friend @safarigirlsp for feeding this newfound thirst. the concept of this fic is kind of inspired by that one scene in the Ted Bundy movie “Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile” where they fuck in the vending machine room.

**now, I feel the need to say something before anyone reads this fic: yes, I’m aware that he most likely murders his wife (or a woman, we’re not 100% sure) in the plot of the movie. just because I wrote a fic about fucking him in jail or being in love with a murderer DOES NOT mean that I condone femicide (or fucking a murderer in general, for that matter). it’s fanFICTION and I’m free to write/create the stories I want. it’s also implied in this fic that he’s innocent, which is not meant to imply that he is or “let him off”, it’s just how it is in this story.

warnings: smut. some fluff. semi-public/public sex. implied bribery of prison guards.

(possible) tw’s: prison. descriptions of prison.

SMUT under the CUT!

You look up when the visiting room doors open and your lover, Henry McHenry, is brought out in a belly chain and ankle cuffs. You smile as he sits down in front of you, trying to ignore the pang of sadness seeing him in chains.

“Hello, my love.” He says with a kind smile. “It’s good to see your beautiful face this morning.”

Your cheeks warm. “How are you doing in here?”

Henry sighs. “Better now that I’m allowed visitors. I’ll survive, as long as I know you’re by my side.”

“Oh Henry, I wish I could kiss you. I wish I could reach out and touch your handsome face.”

You say, sighing softly.

“I know, my love, I know. Soon, I promise.” He assures you. “I’m working on a little surprise for you, though. For next time you come to visit me.”

Your lips tug into a soft, genuine smile. Even here, when he has nothing, he still wants to treat you.

“You’re too kind, Henry.”

“Anything for you.” He says.

The bell suddenly rings, startling you. The guards come over and seize him, forcing him back through the doors. You can barely watch as they manhandle him like this; it always hurts you greatly to see him treated in such a way.

“Until next time, my love.” He calls after you.

You smile.

“Until next time.”

It had been two weeks since you last went to visit Henry when a letter came in the mail. His cursive writing took you by great surprise, as he seems like one of the last people that’d write with such effortless technique.

My Love,

Come to the prison Thursday at 7pm. Your surprise will be waiting when you arrive.

Yours with love,

Henry

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest at this news. You’ve been wondering what Henry has in store for you ever since he brought it up, and finally, it was time to see what he’d been planning.

The greatly awaited moment arrives the next evening. You rush to drop your stuff off from work and change into more flattering clothes before heading to the Los Angeles County Detention Center.

A guard quickly pulls you aside when you enter, taking you to a room just off the vacant visitation center.

There, standing without any chains, is Henry. You rush to him, jumping up into his arms with a soft squeal of excitement. He catches you, immediately crashing his lips onto yours, pressing you up against the nearest wall.

“You’ve got ten minutes, McHenry.”

The guard says.

“Mmm, Henry.” You moan into his mouth.

His lips trail down to kiss at your neck, and your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting back to allow him better access.

“My love, you’re so fucking beautiful, so pretty.”

You’re overwhelmed, still in disbelief that this is really happening, that his hands are wrapped around your waist, that his lips are on your neck.

“I want to fuck you, to pleasure you. Will you let me?”

He whispers into your ear, pressing his crotch against you.

You look around, biting your lip and nodding. “Please.”

Henry grins, carrying you to the back corner, pressing you up against the side of one of the vending machines. He sets you down and you quickly pull your pants down as he tugs his blue prison-issue jumpsuit down, exposing his undershirt and boxers.

Your hand cups the bulge forming beneath the loose fabric and he groans, hips pushing forward into your hand.

“We only have ten minutes, my love. There will be time for this when I get out. For now, we have to be quick.”

He pulls the boxers down just enough to expose his length, which is already hard and standing proudly. You whine as he picks you up again and pushes you against the machine, pulling your panties to the side before lining up with your entrance.

His hips push forward, sheathing himself deeply inside you, a choked cry leaving his plush lips.

“Oh, Y/N...christ.”

You gasp, gripping onto his biceps as his hands keep your thighs apart and his hips begin thrusting. Your head falls back against the vending machine as your back is moved up and down against the textured plastic surface with each of his forceful thrusts.

“My love, oh, my love.” He moans. “You feel amazing, so perfect for me.”

“H-Henry, god, I’ve missed having you like this.” You whisper.

A grunt escapes his lips. “Me too, my love, me t-too…”

His hands grip the creamy flesh of your thighs, spreading them even further apart as he begins to throb inside of you. He holds you just below the knees, lips working against yours with unbridled passion, hips pumping faster and faster.

“It’s been s-so long, Y/N, I won’t last m-much longer. I’m sorry, y-you deserve better than this.”

“N-No.” You tug his hair gently, jaw slack as you pant heavily against his lips. “H-Henry...I have you, and that’s all t-that matters to me. I just w-want you.”

Henry smiles, kissing you again.

“Touch yourself, my love. I want y-you to cum around me first, before I fill your pretty little pussy.”

Your hand reaches down to tease the small bundle of nerves nestled in your folds, and at first contact, you gasp. Henry kisses at your slacked jaw while your head is tilted back, trying his very best to hold back, to wait for your orgasm before his.

But, as you grow closer, your walls clench and flutter around his length, making it more difficult for him to control himself. Control and impulse was already a difficult thing for Henry, but he was determined to hold out for you.

His efforts were rewarded when, a minute later, you were spasming all around him with a long, drawn out moan of his name...along with a few swears.

“Henry…fuck...yes...shit…!”

With your orgasm came his mere seconds later, burying himself fully into you before his ropes paint your insides. He lets out a series of grunts and growls as his hips false-thrust, stroking himself through his climax.

After he’s finished, Henry lets a shaky, relieved exhale out against the skin of your neck. He pulls out slowly before gently setting you back down on the ground, supporting you when your knees tremble.

He wraps his arms around you, shoulders shaking with soft sobs as he holds you. “T...T-Thank you, my love. You a-are...amazing, incredible, absolutely p-perfect.”

“Oh Henry.” You feel tears begin to swell in your own eyes as your hands snake up to the back of his head, pulling him down closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

His tremors come to a stop relatively quickly, like he remembers the time restriction, and he wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand as he pulls his boxers back up, then his jumpsuit. You follow his lead, pulling your pants back up over your hips.

The two of you spend the remaining few minutes kissing, tightly wound in each other’s embrace, hands roaming each other’s bodies. It’s been so long since Henry’s been able to touch you, and damnit, it feels good.

“Time’s up, McHenry.”

Suddenly, he’s ripped away from you, and you reach out for him one last time. His fingertips graze yours for a moment as he reaches out for you.

“I promise, I’ll be out soon.” He says, giving you a small smile.

“Until next time, my love.”

You smile, bottom lip quivering as you fight the tears so desperately wanting to come out.

“Until next time.”

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ao3feed-hamilton · 5 years

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by raspberry_ink

John Laurens is the star of the basketball team. He's gotten used to the commotion surrounding his appearance; that's not what makes him nervous. What makes him nervous is what the assistant coach thinks of him. Alexander doesn't seem to be impressed by much; even when he is, he continues to push people away. He isolates himself. If John learned anything growing up, it's that nobody deserves to be alone.

Words: 2820, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, Elizabeth Sanders Mulligan, John Laurens, Henry Laurens (1723-1792), James Laurens (1765-1775), Martha Laurens Ramsay, Mary Eleanor Laurens Pinckney, Richard Kidder Meade (1746-1805), James McHenry, Gouverneur Morris (1752-1816), Adrienne de Lafayette, Theodosia Prevost Burr, Aaron Burr, George Washington, Martha Washington, Henry Knox, Nathanael Greene, Angelica Schuyler, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler, Maria Reynolds, Cornelia Schuyler Morton, Philip Schuyler, Catherine Van Rensselaer Schuyler (1734-1803), Benjamin Tallmadge, Benjamin Walker, Tench Tilghman, Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben, Peggy Shippen, Samuel Seabury (1729-1796), James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, Charles Lee, David Humphreys (1752-1818), William Grayson (1740-1790), Caleb Gibbs, George III of the United Kingdom, Benjamin Franklin, John Fitzgerald, Rachel Faucette Buck, Maria Cosway, Benedict Arnold, John Adams

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Basketball, Pining, Isolation, Depression, Anxiety, beep beep i'm bad at tags, Cigarettes, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, alex passes out at one point due to exhaustion, alex isn't ok, john's a walking disaster, someone help him, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Friends With Benefits, Past Abuse, i'll add tags as we go lol, ben tallmadge is a big dick, But we still love him, alex is a nicotine addict, John fucks up, more than once, ok these tags are just turning into shitposts i'm done, Alternate Universe - College/University, shitty google translated german

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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The imagery from the Annette trailer is so hot!! I really love where he drives up on his bike to make out with the girl in front of everyone! What is your take on bad boy Henry pulling up on his bike in his leather jacket to sweep you off your feet from work one day to whisk you away for a long weekend?? Stargazing, wine tasting, driving too fast on his bike, him fucking you in a beautiful spot while you lay back on that same jacket. Just a thought ;)

Ulterior Motive {bad boy!Henry McHenry x Reader darkfic}

author's notes: helloooo! that was absolutely one of my favorite parts of the trailer too haha. I worked super duper hard on this piece and I’m pleased with how it turned out :) ((true story: “Suddenly, Seymour” is legit one of my absolute favorite romantic musical numbers of all time))

**I HAVE LABELED THIS AS A DARKFIC PURELY BECAUSE OF THE END PORTION OF THE STORY, WHICH INVOLVES SOME DARK(ER) THEMES. READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.** *THOSE WHO DON’T WANT TO READ ANY OF THE DARK(ER) CONTENT CAN STILL READ THIS STORY, JUST STOP AT THE “DARK CONTENT STARTS HERE” WARNING (it’s bolded and in all caps, you can’t miss it)*

word count: just over 7k (a big boi)

warnings: fluff & smut & angst (in that order). cheesy romantic musical numbers. cigarette smoking. dirty talk. face fucking. fingering. creampie. verbal fights. a hopeful but not ‘happy’ ending.

tw's: gangs & gang activity. gang-related violence. mentions of blood. implied use/possession of guns. outdoor sex. **just a quick, friendly reminder: this is a work of FICTION and I in no way condone the actions/behaviors of the characters in this story.**

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Henry McHenry rode into town one chilly November evening last winter, silky black mane fluttering in the icy breeze, muscular figure barely restrained by the leather jacket he wore. He pulled up outside Bubba’s diner, cutting the engine on his bike to match the ambiance of silence surrounding him.

It was cold this time of year, bitterly so, but he didn’t care. He’d been patient before, and he can certainly be patient now. He checked the time on his watch, which read 8:45 PM, and sighed.

Your shift didn’t start for another fifteen minutes.

He flipped up the visor on his helmet and reached for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket, figuring he’d have a smoke before you arrived. You hated when he smoked while you’re around, and for you, he’d do just about anything.

At this point, he’d all but fallen for you, no matter how many times he tried to deny it. You didn’t belong in this shit town, he thinks; no, you belong in the big city, with him.

He’s heard you sing, while you were working in the back, and he was blown away by your beautiful, textured voice. A voice that’d surely make you famous someday, he was sure, if only you’d let him snatch you away from this place, show you that New York, with him, is where you truly belong.

A plume of gray smoke lingers around his seated form as he finishes up his first cigarette, putting it out under the heel of his boot.

If only he could have you. If only you understood how badly he wanted you, more than anyone else he’d met through the years. Not even Anne could compare...but that’s another story.

Coming out here to chat with you as you served customers has been the one thing that’s kept Henry going, fueled every single aspect of his life. Waking up each morning, knowing that he’ll have the chance to see you later that day makes rehearsal seem like child’s play.

But you don’t feel the same way, at least he’s pretty sure you don’t. Why would a good girl like you be interested in a bang-up like him? This isn’t the fucking movies or some shit, and the good girl never falls for the bad boy.

Henry’s not proud of his path in life, riddled with gang violence, booze, hazes of smoke and random sex, but the streets are all he’s known his whole life. Mom left when he was five, and dad drank until the pain of her departure went away, even if it was only for a night.

So, he sought solace from his pathetic life, always ending up turning tricks with some boys out on the street. He was accepted there, adopted, and it quickly became the only scrap of family he’s ever had.

It’d never been a thing he really thought about, before he met you. He’s never really known anyone who didn’t grow up like he did. You came from a close-knit stable family, and he liked the air of innocence about you that derives from your 'normal’ upbringing.

He hopes you never lose it, at least not all the way. He’d like to corrupt you, just a little bit, if you’ll let him.

Your car’s tires crunch the gravel as you turn into the diner parking lot, pulling him from his thoughts. He’s excited to see you as you step out of the car in your cute little waitress uniform. The number of times he’s thought about fucking you under that little dress has reached an uncountable point.

You don’t see him, not really paying much attention as you rush toward the doors, eager to get into the heated diner. You quickly drop all your stuff off in the back, applying a layer of red to your lips before tying the little apron around your waist.

The diner’s quiet tonight, sparsely populated with a few regulars that Henry recognizes from being there almost every night for the past few months. He gives you a couple minutes to get into your groove before pulling his helmet off and heading into the building, running a hand through his hair to combat the awful cases of helmet hair he seems to acquire on a regular basis.

You look up when he comes in, a smile crossing your face as you greet him with a quick ‘hello’ before the machine beeps behind you. He takes a seat at the end of the table, picking up the menu on the place in front of him.

“I don’t know why you need to keep lookin’ at that thing.” You say, placing a mug of espresso and a slice of cheesecake down in front of him. “Especially when the waitress already knows your order.”

He grins, laughing softly as he puts the menu down, grabbing the mug handle to take a sip. As he enjoys his coffee and cheesecake, he watches you work, eyes following you as you bounce around table to table, counts how many times you have to refill the coffee pot even though it’s nighttime.

God, he can’t wait any longer. Tonight’s the night he’s gonna have you.

Eventually, the diner begins to clear out as the hands on the clock pass ten, then eleven, making their way steadily to the top. Henry’s nearly buzzing with excitement as the place lay practically vacant, except for you and the manager, who just sits in the back and drinks most times.

He rises up off his stool, walking around the side to lean against the opening of the bar while you wipe down the counter. His eyes trace your figure, which is soon noticed.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” You ask playfully, turning to look over at him. “Do I have a stain on my dress or something?”

He shakes his head. “No, no, nothin’ like that. Just lookin’, is all. Is that alright, if I look at you, sweetheart?”

“I’d rather you cut the bullshit and come get a much closer look, but whatever floats your boat.” You smirk to yourself.

His stomach flutters, heart galloping like a stallion through an open field. He gulps, suddenly nervous, as he approaches you.

“You ought to be more careful what you wish for, sweetheart. Could get you into some trouble one of these days.”

Henry comes up and stands behind you, hands gently running up and down the flesh of your hips, thumbs circling the skin when he finally takes hold of you.

You turn your head and look up at him, holding back a smirk. “Oh, but I’ve been lookin’ to get into some trouble, mister. I’m tired of bein’ such a good girl all the time, gets pretty boring after a while.”

He grunts softly, bottom lip twitching as he tries to resist the temptations you’re presenting. It’s proving an almost impossible task, but he’s managing with some sense of stability.

“I don’t think you quite understand what it is you’re sayin’, sweetheart. Lots’a guys out there are bad news, they’ll treat ya real awful.”

“Well, then, I guess I’ll need someone to help me stay out of trouble.” You step back slightly, pressing yourself right up against him. “Will you help me? Take good care of me and make sure I don’t get myself into somethin’ fishy?”

His fingers dig deep into your flesh, lips next to your ear as he pushes you up against the counter. “Is that what you want?”

You nod, biting your lip. “More than anything.”

That was all the encouragement he needed, quickly spinning you around and crashing his lips onto yours. His hands creep down to grab your ass, picking you up and setting you down on the freshly-cleaned countertop swiftly.

Your lips meld effortlessly, the tip of his prominent nose digging into your cheek as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His mouth and tongue lick into yours, seemingly exploring every cavern and crevice of your mouth.

“Lemme take you home, sweetheart.” He breathes, resting his forehead on yours. “I’ll treat ya nice, give you the lovin’ you deserve.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Can’t leave, gotta be here ‘til sunrise.”

Henry nods in understanding, moving to pull away before you grab a handful of his hair, keeping him in place.

“And where in the world do you think you’re going? You can still show me the proper lovin’ on this countertop.”

He laughs. “I guess I can, can’t I?”

His lips press against yours once more, fingers tucking just beneath the fabric your skirt, slowly pushing it up until it can’t go any further without you moving. He tilts his head down so that his lips can begin their assault on your neck, fingers playing with the buttons on your uniform.

“How long have you been wanting this, sweetheart?” He asks against your skin, popping open the first button.

“A while.” You reply, laughing cheekily.

Henry smiles, shaking his head. “Brat.”

Before you knew it, all the buttons running down the front of your uniform are undone and Henry is pawing at your breasts as he sucks a mark on your neck.

Your back arches as his hands grab and squeeze your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples before his lips kiss their way down to the trim of your sports bra, licking and nibbling all around the flesh exposed around the cups.

“My god, you’re pretty.” He mumbles against your skin. “Wish I could have your tits out, watch ‘em bounce while I fuck you.”

Whimpering, you shift on the counter, heels pressing against his lower back to pull him closer.

“Another time. I just need you, Henry, please?”

He’s been waiting what feels like a lifetime for you to say those words. He quickly pulls you off the counter and spins you around, front now facing the door. His foot kicks your legs apart while his hands yank the skirt of your uniform dress up over your hips, fingers tracing your warm folds through the fabric of your panties.

A gasp catches in your throat, thighs already beginning to wobble under his touch. Your hips grind back against him, creating more friction for your throbbing clit.

“O-Oh, Henry...”

He smirks, pressing harder up against you, enjoying the way your hips buck against the counter, rattling the glasses hanging beneath. He leans forward, lips nibbling at your earlobe as his hips grind right into your backside. “Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart, right here where anyone could come in and see. They’ll see who you belong to now, who fucks your little pussy juuuust right.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he sneaks two fingers up under your panties and into your entrance, their width stretching you deliciously. He wastes no time fingering you, plunging his digits in and out at a rapid pace.

After only just a few minutes, you’re brought up to the edge of orgasm, wriggling and whimpering beneath him. He curls them up, slowing his rhythm just a bit to ensure the perfect amount and consistency of friction against the soft spongey spot on your inner walls.

Just as you’re about to cum, breathing his name as your hands tug on his luxurious raven mane, he pulls away with a tender smooch on the nape of your neck. He’s quick to undo his pants just enough to pull out his cock, which is painfully hard and drooling at the tip, nudging it along your entrance, hips grinding forward.

“Ready for my cock, sweetheart?” His chin rests on your shoulder, back curling as he positions his hips behind you. You nod, and he smirks, pushing his tip in. “Yeah you are, my good girl.”

You gasp softly as he presses forward, spearing you in half with his cock until he was fully seated inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust to him, knowing he’s bigger than most, before establishing a slow-but-steady thrusting rhythm.

“How's it feel, Y/N? How does it feel to have your good girl cunt split open by me, hm?”

The words in your ear make you shudder, a small whimper slipping through your lips. “G-Good, it’s good. I like it.”

“Dirty girl, liking getting fucked by the kind of guy your parents warned you about, told you to stay away from. But you like getting into trouble, don’t cha sweetheart?” He picks up the pace slightly, grunting as his hands grip your hips tighter.

Your inner walls grip him tightly, gasps soft in an attempt to prevent your boss from emerging prematurely. He’s like a whole another person like this...and you’re certainly not complaining about it. “Mmhmm, s-shit.”

His jaw clenches, the growl from his chest pushing out from between his perfectly crooked teeth. “I love wrecking girls like you, ya know that? There isn’t anything quite like the way their little pink pussy’s open up for me, so fuckin’ tight wrapped around my big cock.”

“Christ Henry,” You moan quietly, eyes squeezing shut. “We have to...be quick...c-customers...boss...please.”

He suddenly speeds up, ruthlessly pounding into you, hand coming up to wrap around your throat while the other creeps down to rub circles over your clit. Your hips jolt against the counter as you choke out a moan.

“God, you’re such a little slut. Fuckin’ love it.” Henry purrs in your ear. “Everyone thinks yyyou’re such a good girl, such an innocent little ppprincess. But I knew, the second I got you on my cock, you’d become a desperate f-fucking whore.”

“O-Oh god, fffuck!” You reach your peak only a minute or so later, cunt gushing and spasming around his length.

He groans into your ear. “Where do you want my c-cum?”

“Just...cum on m-my ass.”

Henry nods, fucking you harder and harder until he pulls out and desperately strokes himself to completion. The guttural moan that rips through his chest is incredibly arousing, and you clench involuntarily, letting out a soft whine.

Once he’s finished, he pulls out and wipes you off with some napkins from the dispenser, tucking himself back into his pants with haste. Then, he puts your panties back in their proper place, nestled between your thighs, and pulls your uniform skirt back down over your ass.

He spins you around and pulls you close, kissing you with great passion. You smile against his lips, and he reciprocates, pulling away gently.

“Please tell me that wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

You chuckle. “You tell me, McHenry.”

“No, it wasn’t. I won’t let it.” His eyes look into yours. “Will you let me take you out to dinner sometime, sweetheart?”

Biting your lip, you nod excitedly.

“I’d love that.”

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The less-than-ambient soundscape of a New York morning, honking cars and rushed footsteps, make its way through your bedroom window as your alarm chirps to life. You’re quick to shut it off, the cheerful ringing only making the whole experience more painful.

You hop up and quickly take care of your bathroom-related business before throwing on your Stardust diner uniform, heading out into the kitchen to whip yourself up a quick breakfast.

Henry’d finally convinced you to move to New York with him, after a few months of trying, and you’re enjoying it so far. It’s much louder than home, and the people aren’t always the friendliest, but being so close to Henry is worth it.

Plus, you found a way to sing and work, all at the same time. It was perfect.

Today was just like any other day at the diner, working the early shift on a Friday morning. Lots of tourists coming to get a first glimpse at Broadway’s next big breakout star, or at least, the pool of potentials. And enjoying a nice breakfast, there was that, too.

The Stardust was the place for any vocalist wanting to make it big on Broadway or Off-Broadway. There were agents dining amongst the guests and tourists all the time, you’ve learned. So, you always give 100% to every performance.

You’re up next to sing, at the very end of your all-day shift, choosing a classic duet (and one of your favorite musical numbers), “Suddenly, Seymour” from Little Shop of Horrors.

When the male part begins, you spin around to look at the person singing. That’s not your coworker...

It’s Henry.

You smile as he begins to sing, sauntering over to you. He stands in front of you, tilting your head up with one finger.

“I know things were bad, But now they're okay. Suddenly Seymour, Is standing beside you. You don't need no makeup, You don't have to pretend.”

You can’t stop smiling as you continue through the duet, quite surprised that he knows all of the words as you sing your part.

“Suddenly Seymour, Is standing beside me. He don't give me orders, He don't condescend. Suddenly Seymour, Is here to provide me. Sweet understanding, Seymour's my friend.”

The song soon ends, both of you singing beautifully and harmoniously. Once the final note plays, Henry leans in and gives you a kiss while the crowd whoops and hollers.

“Hey, cricket.” He whispers, grinning as he rests his forehead on yours. “How was work today?”

You laugh, handing the mics off to your coworkers, all of whom seem to now be swooning over Henry. But, he knows as well as you, that he’s all yours. “Work was alright. It got much better after that, though. I can’t believe you knew that song.”

He shrugs. “You mentioned that it’s one of your favorites. Figured I’d check it out, just in case. Turns out, it came in handy.”

You shake your head, chuckling as you walk over to hang up your apron.

“So, what’s up?”

Henry comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “I came to pick you up, take you away for the long weekend, spoil you a bit. We’re heading up to wine country, do some tastings, walk around, picnic, fuck...”

“Mmmm, well, how can I say no after fucking has been promised?” You joke, and he laughs.

“I take it you’re in, then?”

You nod eagerly, throwing your arms around his shoulders, giving him another kiss. “Does that answer your question?”

“Indeed, it does.” He laughs, nodding. “I’ve already got a bag packed for you, so just come out to my bike when you’re all done and we’ll head out.”

You’ve never settled tips faster than you did that afternoon, grabbing your purse and rushing out to hop on Henry’s bike. He hands you a helmet and your leather jacket once you’re on, the one identical to his, the one that smells like his signature combination of sage and cigarette smoke.

The engine rumbles beneath your seat as he kicks off from the curb and takes off towards the freeway. You hold onto his torso, arms wrapped tightly around him as the cars whiz by in a blur, bike dipping side to side as its masterful rider weaves through the traffic.

An orange-infused cotton candy dusk has spread across the sky when the two of you pull into the driveway of what can only be described as a mansion. Henry pulls around the circular driveway and shuts off the engine, ears ringing heavily from the hours long ride.

You look up at the house in awe, vines of dark green running and leaping up the red brick exterior. Bright white fences and pillars hold the structure up, a stark yet pleasing contrast to the dark green and deep maroon. It’s a beautiful old colonial, obviously meticulously kept.

Henry chuckles when he sees you practically drooling over the house, stepping up behind you and placing his hands on your hips.

“Whatcha think, cricket?”

You’re smiling with glee as you spin around in his hold, moving your hands up to cup his handsomely sculpted face. “It looks like something out of a fairy tale. How in the world did you find it?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He chuckles, bending down to kiss you. “Kidding. It’s, uh, it belongs to a few...friends of mine. They said we could stay for our few days’ vacation.”

The answer was believable enough, and it didn’t raise any red flags in your mind at the time. You nodded, smiling.

“It’s absolutely perfect, Henry. I’m so excited.”

He’s all smiles as he kisses you one more time before heading back over to the bike to grab the bags. He leads you inside, turning all the lights on. You’re just as awed by the appearance and decor on the inside as you were by the outside of the mansion.

Clearly these people care greatly about keeping with the vintage character of the house, all the furniture fitting the elegant, old-timey charm of the house. All the floor’s hardwood, most likely original, looks absolutely pristine. You could almost see your face in the reflection, that’s how clean it was.

Henry takes your bags upstairs to the master bedroom, letting you explore on your own for a bit before making his way back down, finding that you’re no longer in the house, but rather standing out in the back garden.

He laughs softly to himself, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it up before opening the back patio door, stepping out into the evening’s surprisingly brisk springtime air.

You spin around, smiling back at him. “Isn’t it just lovely out here?”

“It’s quiet.” He muses, looking around. “But I see the appeal. I’ve gotten so used to being in the city, all the loud noise everywhere...this is almost foreign to me.”

“Will you sit at the gazebo with me?” You ask, walking up to him.

A small cloud of gray smoke expels from his nostrils as he smiles, nodding. “Sure.”

Both of you make your way over to the small sculpted structure, sitting on one of the built-in benches. Henry leans back against the pillar, spreading his legs out. He pats his thighs.

“C’mere, cricket. Lay back on my chest.”

You do, swinging your leg over his hips, settling down on top of him. His hands squeeze your hips as the tip of his cigarette glows orange, a hail of smoke clouding the space between you.

The bitterly sweet scent of the smoke fills your nostrils, and you sigh softly, resting your head back against his shoulder as you look up at the sky. Several constellations seem to be in-view tonight, although you can’t say which one’s which, except for the distinct shape of the little dipper.

Henry puts out his cigarette under his boot before pulling you up further on his lap, beginning to plant several kisses on your neck. Each is more aggressive than the last, soon becoming more like nips and bites rather than kisses, and the burn between your thighs increases in severity with each touch of his lips.

“It’s nice havin’ you here with me.” He mumbles against your neck, hips subtly pressing up against your center. “We haven’t had much time together since you’ve been working more and I’ve got more shows. This will be really good for us, give us a chance to just be a couple for once.”

You nod in agreement, reaching back to run a hand through his lightly gelled hair, tilting your head to give him better access to the rest of your neck. He switches sides after a few minutes, giving the other one similar treatment before pulling away.

“Have I told you how sexy that little uniform of yours is?” He hums, hands running up and down your thighs.

“You may’ve mentioned it a few times.” You tease, and he smiles. He knows he says it all the time.

His nose runs along your neck and jawline, nuzzling all the way. “I dunno how any guy can look atcha wearin’ this and not get immediately hard. So fuckin’ short, your ass is practically coming out the bottom, jesus.”

He smirks, trailing his hands up along your inner thighs, sliding the fabric up along with them. “God, it’d be so easy to just...” His thick fingers dip up under your panties, other hand pushing your thighs apart as he slips two digits in.

Your eyes squeeze shut and a small gasp escapes you, biting your lip as you begin gently grinding on his fingers. He lifts up your one leg, pulling it back further against your abdomen as he leans back and fingers you.

The wet squelch of your arousal fills the still night, and your noises grow louder as each movement of his fingers brings you closer to the edge.

“Mmmm H-Henry,” You whine, back arching. “Faster, please baby, just a little more.”

His digits pump you just a bit faster, curling up in hopes of grazing that one special spot inside you. They do, and you’re tumbling over the edge with a few soft cries, head fallen back against his shoulder.

“O-Oh, Henry!”

He’s rock hard at this point, pulling his fingers out of you gently, smearing your slick all over your lips. You open your mouth and suck them in, making him grunt softly, and you moan at the taste of yourself.

His lips are at your ear. “Spin around and sit real still for me, yeah?”

You nod, and he quickly stands up while you turn around, looking up at him as he drapes his leather jacket over your shoulders. The insides are warm from being worn, and you shudder slightly at the sensation.

With nimble fingers, Henry unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans, pulling his cock out. He grunts softly as it stands at attention in the cool night’s air, twitching slightly as he scoots forward on the bench.

“Open wide, cricket.” He pats your cheek with one hand as the other rubs his tip along your lips, smearing the pearlescent liquid across them. Your tongue darts out to collect the salty secretion before you let your mouth hang open, tongue out and flat, waiting for his next move.

Henry’s eyes are almost black now, hands on either side of your head as he guides himself into your mouth, groaning when your bottom lip tickles his balls. “Thaaaaat’s it, my good girl, so f-fuckin’ beautiful when she’s got her mouth stuffed full like this.”

You’re gagging a bit at first, but it quickly faded after your throat adapts to the intrusion. His hands slide back to keep your hair out of the way as he begins pumping his hips.

“Such a g-good girl, taking my cock so well.” He praises, teeth clenching together with each thrust.

Your moans vibrate his length in the most delicious way, causing his rhythm to falter for a second or two, a grunt ripping through his chest. His head falls back, hips moving quicker as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you’re too good a-at this, way too fuckin’ good. Love this little mouth, love feeling your tight throat around my b-big cock.”

He grunts softly with each forward motion, the wet squelch of his pelvis smacking against your mouth. The tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes as he fucks your mouth.

Abruptly, he stops and pulls away, length bobbing angrily at the loss of contact. He takes a few breaths to re-center himself before gently nudging your shoulders, encouraging you to lay back on his jacket against the cool metal bench.

He’s quick to crawl overtop of you and position himself at your entrance, pressing just the tip inside. Your back arches when he suddenly presses forward, filling you entirely in one swift motion.

“O-Ohhhhh,” You moan as he begins thrusting slowly. “Henry, shit baby...”

His eyes flutter shut, breath shaky as he fucks you.

You take a brief moment to truly admire him on top of you, pleasuring you under the stars. It’s truly such a beautiful moment, and you’re sure to remember it for a long time.

Henry’s noises get progressively louder as his orgasm grows closer and closer, thrusts beginning to lose their consistent rhythm. He’s losing himself to his pleasure and you’re convinced that there isn’t many sights that are as beautiful or as satisfying as this one.

“C-Close.” He groans, lips at your ear. “Wanna fill you up tonight, stuff it nice and deep inside your pretty c-cunt.”

You moan softly at his words, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, giving the dark locks a few good tugs. “Go for it, baby.”

His thrusts speed up drastically in response to your words, desperately pounding you into the bench.

“Fuuuck, oh fuck cricket...goddamnit!” He moans, forehead resting against yours, hips pressed forward as the first rope of release shoots deep inside you.

Your lips reach up to meet his and he kisses you back with passion, gently rutting his hips to ride out his release to its fullest. He sighs into your mouth as he softens inside you, pulling away a few seconds later.

“Sorry you didn’t get to cum again.”

You shake your head. “No need to apologize. It still felt really good. You’re amazing.”

“So are you, cricket. So fucking incredible.” Henry smiles, kissing you again before sitting back up.

The rest of the night is spent tangled in each other’s arms under the stars, appreciating the time you’ve been given together to the fullest.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Are you sure you don’t mind that I have to make a quick stop before our date tonight, cricket?”

You shake your head, smiling as you slip your shoes on. “No, I don’t mind. As long as it doesn’t take too long. I still want you all to myself tonight.”

“It’ll be quick, I promise.” He chuckles, placing his hands on your hips. “How can I stay away from my girl for long when she’s lookin’ like this?”

His hands trail down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze and a playful smack as his lips connect with yours. He kisses you for a minute before trailing his lips down to your neck.

“God, you look like such a desperate little whore in this little number, fuckin’ love it. You’re just beggin’ to be fucked, jesus Y/N.”

You whimper as his hips grind against you. “H-Henry...our dinner reservations...”

“We’ve got some time, cricket.” He spins you around and presses your front against the porcelain sink. “Spread your legs and hold onto the sink for me.”

Your legs spread open for him, and his lips trail open-mouthed kisses along your neck as he yanks the skirt of your dress up and pulls your panties down. His thick digits make quick work of stimulating your clit, having you whining his name within the first few minutes.

Through the mirror’s reflection, you see him put a cigarette between his teeth and light it before undoing his pants. The grey smoke expels from his nostrils as they flare, tip nudging around your folds.

His hips press forward, then, sheathing his length fully inside you. You gasp, skin stretching taut over your knuckles as you grip the sink.

“Cricket, fuuuuck!”

Henry’s hands grab hold on the meat of your hips, skin slapping together as he fucks you hard and fast.

“T-Touch yourself. Wanna feel you cum on m-my cock.”

One of your hands slips down between your legs, fingers finding the special nub buried beneath folds of slick. He’s already close, you can feel it, his hips beginning to falter and fall out of rhythm.

You rub yourself quickly, tight little circles over the pearl, and you’re soon teetering just on the edge.

“Henry, p-please baby...”

His teeth clench down on the cigarette, fresh ashes falling onto the tile below, hips moving at an impossibly fast pace.

“C’mon, c-cricket, you gotta cum for me.” He breathes out through gritted teeth. “Not g-gonna last m-much longer.”

Your fingers flick the bud as fast as they can, wrist getting sore. Henry grunts and groans, balls clenching. “I’m gonna--fuck!”

Henry pulls out, then, and jerks himself quickly, desperately. Moments later, spurts of cum splatter onto your ass and thighs.

Once he’s finished, he falls to his knees and spreads your legs wide, shoving his face between your thighs. His neck cranes back as his lips and tongue attack your folds, mouthing and lapping at your wetness.

You instantly grind your hips down onto his face, his nose rubbing incessantly against your clit. He moans into you and that sends you careening over the edge.

“Ohhhh, H-Henry!” You cry out, release flooding his face, covering his lips and chin.

He eagerly laps every drop of it up, pulling away and licking his lips once he’s finished. His hands pat your ass playfully before he stands up and crushes the cigarette out in the bathroom’s ashtray.

Both of you tidy yourselves up and get redressed before heading out to Henry’s bike.

!! DARK(ER) CONTENT STARTS HERE !!

Henry pulls into an alleyway, the vibrations of the bike’s motor running reverberates off the brick walls of the two buildings before he cuts it. He swings his leg over, boots hitting the pavement as his thumb flicks the lighter.

“I’ll be right back, cricket. Just stay here.”

He walks into the side door of the storefront, the metal door clicking shut seconds after his figure disappears. You wait. And wait.

Fifteen minutes passes, and you think you hear some sort of commotion inside. Unable to curb your curiosity any longer, you make your way up to the door, pulling it open as quietly as possible.

You’re not at all prepared for the scene you walk in on.

The first thing you see are the three men on the floor, dead or unconscious you’re not totally sure, bodies surrounded by a small pool of their own blood. Each have been taken out with a bullet to the chest, one still twitching as he clings onto what little life remains in his body.

Then, you see Henry, standing there with a gun in his hand as a fourth man twitches on the floor, clearly having been knocked out by the weapon.

Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, a small squeak escaping your lips. Henry suddenly looks over, as if he had no idea you were even here. His eyes widen and he sets the knife down, hands splattered with red.

“C-Cricket...it’s not...it’s not as bad as you t-think.” He slowly approaches you, hands held up in front of him.

“So...you didn’t beat up four people on our date night?”

His face falls, and he pauses, sighing. “Y/N--”

You take a step back, trembling now. “I thought y-you quit the gang, Henry. You s-said you weren’t doing stuff for t-them anymore.”

Your mind reels as you process everything that’s happened up until this point: the surprise trip, the fancy house... How did you not see it before?

“O-Oh my god. This was never about spending time together.”

Henry watches as you put the pieces together in your mind, watches the anger boil in your blood. He was really hoping you wouldn’t find out like this. “Cricket--”

“No. Don’t ‘cricket’ me right now, Henry!” You’re so pissed, you can barely even see straight. “I can’t believe I fell for this! I knew there was something off about this whole trip, especially when we got to the mansion. I should’ve known, I should’ve fucking known!”

He can’t even look at you.

“And then, you have the audacity to try and do gang business on our only date night this whole trip?! What the fuck?”

The brutalized bodies aren’t even your main concern right now, which is probably not a great thing, but you really don’t give a shit right now. You know Henry has a violent past, and this isn’t the first time you’ve caught him at a scene like this.

But you sort of just brushed it off all those other times, since every time he promised to give this life up. You shouldn’t have been this naive.

His teeth grit together. “It’s just business, Y/N.”

You laugh sarcastically, crossing your arms on your chest. “If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard you say that...”

He huffs. “They’re all alive; you know I don’t kill. And I did give it up, after the last time, I swear! They needed me to just do this one thing for them. This is just a one-time thing, crick--Y/N. I promise.”

Shaking your head, tears swell in your eyes as you storm out, slamming the door behind you. You briefly contemplate just calling a cab to take you back to the mansion, but you don’t even know the address of the house. Shit.

Henry comes out about ten minutes later, all cleaned up and looking barely flushed. He’s mad, you know it, but you’re mad too.

“Take me back to the house.” You say, sliding your helmet on.

He says nothing, angrily flicking the ignition and pulling away from the storefront in a blaze of speed.

Well, so much for date night.

As soon as you get back to the house, you’re shoving all your stuff back into the small duffle you packed in. Henry’s boots command the hardwood floors as he stalks up the stairs, pausing just inside the doorway.

“Stop packing, Y/N. We need to talk about this.” His voice is low, barely more than a growl.

You don’t stop, and he quickly snatches the bag away from you, tossing it back on the floor. He looks down at you, the pain in his eyes evident, and your heart immediately aches.

“Don’t leave.”

He’s trying so hard to keep his composure, but his bottom lip begins to quiver as he squeezes his eyes shut to pinch off the tears. He’s not mad anymore, at least not at you; he’s just mad at himself now. His hands rest on your arms, holding you gently.

You’re still trembling and the heartbreak in his eyes, knowing he created this for you; he’s remorseful, incredibly so. He genuinely feels bad.

“I’m s-so sorry, Y/N. I know I d-don’t deserve this, I don’t d-deserve you, but please...please s-stay.”

It’s the look in his eyes, the way the tears of pain and hurt travel down his cheeks and soak into his shirt, the regret, the shame...maybe this time he’ll really cha--

No, you can’t let yourself fall for this again.

You still don’t say a word, leaning down to pick your discarded partially-packed bag up off the floor. For a moment, you consider staying, truly you do. But he needs repercussions, needs to understand that you’re done just letting this stuff go.

Henry watches, eyes blurred almost blind with tears, as you pack up your things. He reaches out for you when you walk by him, grabbing your arm again. When you flinch a bit, he instantly lets go, knowing that his sudden movement was a mistake.

“Y/N, please. C-Can we just talk about this?”

“What else is there to talk about, Henry?” You ask, pausing and spinning on your heel to look at him properly. “You fucked up and now you’re going to have to face the consequences. I’m done with being lied to, with brushing off all the gang stuff...I just can’t do it anymore.”

“Do you u-understand that I literally can’t completely cut ties with the gang?” He asks, sniffling as more tears stream down his cheek. “You can’t j-just leave a gang, Y/N. They...they c-could come after you.”

“I’ve heard this all before, Henry. It’s just an excuse.”

You turn to leave, making it about two steps before he grabs you again, this time not letting you go. He stares deep into your eyes, an expression that sends a chill down your spine.

“It’s not. Those guys, f-from tonight...that’s what happens to people who try to do what you’re asking. And I’m just t-the first wave. They’ll be dead s-soon enough.” He’s shaking, too, genuine fear glistening in his corneas. “You can’t m-mess around with these guys. Trust me, please, I’m doing this f-for your safety. If anything happened to you, Y/N, I...I would never forgive myself.”

You’re chilled to the bone at the raw emotion in his words, in his gaze. He’s really not using this as an excuse; he’s scared...truly scared.

“H-Henry, I don’t...I d-don’t know if I can keep d-doing this.”

His shaky hands reach up to wipe his cheeks, which have now become sticky with trails of tears. He knows you’re right, about all of it, but that doesn’t make it any less painful.

“Is t-this it, then? F-For us?”

Your body tenses, freezing as you reach for the doorknob of the bedroom door. The tears in your eyes are almost breaching the lids, blurring your vision almost completely.

“N-No.” You whisper. “Not yet. I j-just...need some t-time to think about it a-all.”

He almost sighs out loud with relief. He hasn’t completely lost you, and he swears right then and there to do everything in his power to keep you, to win you back. Even if it means quitting the gang for good, moving away, living in worry. He’d do it for you in a heartbeat, if it made you happy.

The room hangs in a tense, angsty silence as you open the door and walk downstairs, getting into the waiting cab idling in the driveway. As the house fades from the view of the rear mirror, you sigh shakily.

Why does love have to be so fucking complicated?

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sunday funday this week is character day!!

in honor of Friday’s ‘Annette’ release in U.S. theaters (and my sudden & ongoing thirst for the character), I’ve decided to designate this sunday funday as...

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Gold Undead {pirate!Henry McHenry x Reader}

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For a Trick idea, this may be based on our POTC discussions lol Pirate Henry giving you a gold piece necklace. Little does he know it’s haunted/cursed and summons demons/zombies/undead/ghosts whatever to you. Henry has to rescue you of course. Thank you!!! 💗

TRICK or treat and happy halloween 🎃💀⚰️🗡🔮 I had quite a bit of fun with this one and I’m excited to finally share it with y’all! apologies for the (huge) delay, but I hope that it was worth the wait. and also, thank you so much to everyone for a successful and super eventful month of spooky fun :)

**all credit for the creation of any and everything to do with “Pirates of the Caribbean” goes to the original creators and to Disney. I take absolutely no credit for anything other than my own original characters/characterizations and my own original creative liberties separate from the canonical “POTC” universe in this work.**

warnings. ACTION/ADVENTURE, FLUFF, reader is of high-standing (implied), forbidden romance, young & in love, making out, some touching, badass female reader character, pirate attacks, cannons, sword fighting, a heroic rescue, a romantic reunion, happy end. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

tw’s. making out in the open, themes of indentured servitude (period-typical), piracy (period-typical), the supernatural/undead, kidnapping, a depiction of vomiting, some period-typical sexism, depictions of excessive alcohol consumption, near-death experiences, graphic depictions of injury & violence & fighting & death, descriptions of blood.

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✦ summary ✦ Captain Henry McHenry, scourge of the Caribbean Seas, returns to Port Regal late one night with an ancient treasure more powerful than he knows, professing his undying love for you. The gold piece that now lay between your breasts, meant to be a symbol of Henry’s feelings for you, sends an invisible summons to a cursed ship of local legend, the Black Pearl, and her undead crew. Now, finding yourself their newest matey, your trust in Henry and his love are put to the ultimate test as your fate amongst the living sails further and further into uncharted waters.

A warm Caribbean breeze flutters across your skin as you stand out on the balcony, looking upon Port Regal’s midnight sea. The moonlight bounces off the ever-unrestful waters, ships rocking back and forth with the natural rhythm.

Henry promised that he’d be docking in Port Regal for the night in order to pay you a visit, but he hasn’t arrived and your concern grows with each passing moment.

What if something has happened? What if he’s been captured...or worse?

The worries swirl in your mind regardless of how much you try to hold them back, shuddering at the mere thought of his lifeless corpse bobbing amongst the salty flotsam.

“Miss? Your bed warmer is ready. Shall I put it on for you?”

You shake your head, not even turning to look at your maid. “I am not ready to lay at the moment, Annette. I shall put it under myself when the time is right. You are dismissed for the night, thank you.”

She simply nods and backs out of the room, shutting the door behind her. You feel a tinge of guilt at your cold, callous nature, but you can’t help it. You’re feeling upset and anxious about Henry’s absence, and frankly, you could give a damn about your bed warmer.

You shake your head before walking back into your room, closing the balcony doors. Your robe flutters where it hangs on a hook as the breeze pushes through and you stride over to it, pulling it on over your shoulder.

Clad in only your nightgown and robe, you sneak down to the beach by the docks. You shed your slippers before walking along the shores, enjoying the way the tropical water tickles your bare feet.

“May I join you?”

A familiar voice asks, and your eyes widen before you quickly spin around with a grin upon your face. You immediately jump into Henry’s waiting arms, squealing softly in glee.

“Oh, Henry!”

He grins, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you embrace for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

“It is so good to see you, my love. I apologize for my delay, the winds sailing in were not much in our favor.”

You laugh softly, drawing back to touch your lips to his, hand sliding up to cradle the side of his face. He’s eager to return your kiss and match your passion, setting you back down onto the sand before settling his sea-roughened hands on your hips.

Lips moving in-time with another, your heads tilt to the side to allow for a deeper angle into each other’s mouths, tongues battling for a taste. One of his hands comes up to gently cradle the back of your skull, fingers caressing your platted hair.

“I brought you something from my latest voyage.” Henry whispers against your lips, drawing back slowly. “Allow me to show it to you.”

He reaches into his leather belt and pulls out an ancient-looking gold coin with a chain strung through it. Your eyes widen at the sight, taking the coin into your palm and admiring the delicate carvings laid on the surface.

It bears a skeleton etching in the center, surrounded by an intricate array of lines and unknown symbols. Although strikingly pirate-like, you find the coin quite beautiful and you look up at your love with a smile.

“Henry, this is...so lovely, thank you.”

He seems nervous as to your reaction, visibly relaxing when the words leave your lips. “May I lay it round your beautiful neck?”

You nod, turning around to let him lay and fasten it. Once he does, you look down and take the coin between fingers, examining it for yourself while Henry leans down to kiss the spot where the little chain lays upon your neck.

“Do you like it, love?” His voice is low, breathy where it tickles your neck. “It shall serve as a reminder of me whenever it is I am away from you. I hope it will be a representation of my love and devotion when I cannot be here to show it myself.”

“I love it, Henry. I love you.”

Your lips pull up into a smile as you turn back around to face him, hands running along the buttons of his coat before you pop one open. He smirks softly, bringing his own hand up to fiddle with the ties of your nightgown.

“I believe now is the time for a proper reunion between us...”

Suddenly, he scoops you up and runs down to the water’s edge. You gasp when you realize what he’s playing at and you shriek, grabbing onto his clothes.

“Nooooo Henry!”

He laughs, teasingly swinging you back and forth. Then, his arms still and he leans over to press a kiss to your lips. “I will not throw you, poppet, I promise.”

Just as you relax, which was a big mistake, he grins and tosses you into the warm water. You screech before being submerged in the shallow Jamaican sea.

What you don’t realize is that the moment the coin touches the water, an invisible pulse is cast out over the Caribbean waters, summoning a foe of legendary proportions.

You give him a playful smack on the chest before pulling him in for a kiss when he runs up to you in only his underclothes. He’s eagerly returning your embrace, hands sliding down your wet torso until his fingers take purchase on your hips, pulling you in closer.

Your nipples are already hardening under your soaked nightgown, rubbing against his chest, the resulting sensations of which makes you moan softly into his mouth.

“Your lips taste sweeter than the mangoes on Tortuga, my love.” He whispers against you, smiling softly. “And you are just so, so beautiful. Always so beautiful.”

“Mmm, you flatter me so.” You say against his lips with a smile.

His hands creep down slowly and wrap around the globes of your ass, giving them a firm squeeze. You gasp into his mouth, cheeks warming as you chew your lip.

“Henry! Someone could catch us, you best keep your hands to yourself.” Despite your stern words and tone, you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your lips. Truthfully, you like it when he touches you in such scandalous ways.

He chuckles, bringing a hand up to hold the side of your face, thumb swiping over your cheekbone. “I know you secretly enjoy my touch, but I shall heed your words just this once.”

“Well this is a first for you, listening to me properly, Captain McHenry.”

Both of you laugh together and he lifts you up, spinning you around playfully before setting you back down in the shallow water, unable to keep from covering your damp face in kisses.

“Mmm, I figured perhaps I should give it a try.”

Just as you begin to reply, cannonball fire cuts through the silent night’s air, startling both of you as the ball collides the castle wall. Smoke from the blast lingers in the air and once it lifts, a large ship emerges from behind it, cannons drawn and prepared to rain down upon the port.

Your jaw hangs slack as you look upon the massive vessel, recognizing it from the stories, the fables read to you as a child.

But no, it is not possible...The Pearl was sunk decades ago and some even suggest that perhaps the ship never actually existed in the first place...

Henry shakes you violently, jerking you back into reality from your wandering mind.

“My love! You mustn't stand here. Go back up to the castle before they make it ashore.” He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, sprinting out of the water. He carries you up to the edge of the beach, then sets you down, looking deep into your eyes as he holds your arms tightly. “Run as fast as you can, do not stop for any reason at all, do you understand me?”

You nod quickly, tears brimming in your eyes. “Henry, w-what will you do?”

"I will try to hold them off for as long as I can manage.” He says, reaching to draw his sword.

Your bottom lip trembles, holding his face in your hands.

“Will I ever see you again?”

Henry’s expression softens for a moment, but he nods without hesitation, putting his hand over yours and leans into your touch. “You will, I promise. We will see each other again in this lifetime, my love, I shall make sure of that.”

You nod, pulling him down for one last passionate kiss before rushing back up the hill towards the castle. You’re running as fast as you can through the village, dodging panicked villagers as they all rush around.

More cannonballs fly through the night’s sky, both from and towards the enemy and as much as you tell yourself that you shouldn’t, you stop and turn to look out for Henry, making sure he’s still alive down on the beach.

As you do so, his words echo in your mind.

‘Run as fast as you can, do not stop for any reason at all.’

With his smooth, velvety voice a calming influence in your ears, your legs suddenly begin carrying you even faster than before through the bustling dirt streets. You’re so focused on getting back up to the castle by any means possible that you aren’t surveying your surroundings properly.

Perhaps if you had, then you would’ve seen what, rather who, is so obviously coming at you. Several sets of heavy footsteps rush up behind you and then, a blunt object suddenly collides with the back of your head, causing a sharp pain spreading rapidly across your cranium.

And then, the world goes black just as your limp body falls forward and hits the unforgiving ground.

When your eyelids finally flutter open, you instantly feel sick to your stomach. You feel the liquified, chunky contents of your uneasy stomach crawling up your throat and you quickly turn your head to the side just as the first bouts spew from your lips.

Your throat feels drier than a shriveled fig after your restless stomach rids itself of its contents, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. God, everything around you is damp and the air absolutely reeks of the sea, which only further contributes to your feelings of sickness.

The salt in the air can practically be tasted on your tongue it’s so thick and you’re almost fearful of choking on it. Your limbs are rendered practically useless, ankles in heavy rusted chains while your wrists are bound tightly together in front of you with ropes.

Suddenly, the door from above-deck flies open and startles you as it slams up against the wall. Heavy, commanding footfalls bend the poor planks below and echo menacingly in your eardrums.

You look up slowly, face contorting in obvious horror as you look upon the Captain, eyes lingering over his morbidly bony appearance and thin folds of rotten flesh. If he wasn’t standing up straight and walking, anyone would believe him to be dug up from a grave.

Two ratty-looking mateys in similar bodily condition follow behind him, chuckling at your reaction to their appearances.

“Aww, I think she be scared of ya, Cap’n.”

He gives you a toothy grin, stepping up to the bars. He wags a bony finger at you, signaling you closer. “C’mere, poppet. I promise I be meanin’ ye no harm.”

“You are hardly worth my energy.” Your lip curls up into a disgusted snarl and you spat at him.

They give you a round of loud, hearty laughter in response. The Captain grins, picking his decaying teeth and running his rotten tongue over them.

“Real clever ye think ye are, eh poppet?” His faux gold teeth shimmer softly in the dull light of the oil lamp. “I be thinkin’ ye ain’t so clever, havin’ that ancient pirate’s gold hangin’ ‘tween yer tits like it be some plain ol’ necklace.”

Brows furrowed, your head tilts down and your eyes meet the glimmering gold coin currently laid between your breasts. You look up at the bony pirate with a perplexed expression.

“What do you mean? This was a gift.”

The pirates chuckle at you. “An’ I was o’er here thinkin’ ye was a smart girl. That there ain’t no ordinary necklace charm, poppet. That there’s ancient pirate’s gold. What do ye think brought the Pearl to yer port, hm?”

“I thought you were just some mad drunken pirates looking for another port to raid.” You huff. “Just like most other pirates I know.”

His eyebrows raise and he laughs. “Know many other pirates, do ye? ‘s them the damned scalleywags who gave ye that damn cursed coin?”

Sickness begins to bubble in your stomach once more. “Cursed? It is just a gold coin; by god, you all are much drunker then I ever thought possible.”

“Just a coin, she says.” The two mateys chuckle together, shaking their heads. “That ain’t ‘n ordinary coin, poppet. It be cursed treasure, damned to the mateys who disturbs her ‘till ‘s all coins be returned.”

“So what exactly are you implying, then? That I am cursed because I don this coin round my neck?”

“We’s the ones cursed, stupid girl. Ye think I always be lookin’ like this, hm? That coin is the last one we be needin’ to lift the curse and we been searchin’ these waters all these years lookin’ fer it. The gold calls to us when it hits the sea.”

Realization sets in. You were wearing it when Henry tossed you in the water earlier this evening. They followed the beacon back to the port, then straight to you...

A grin returns to the Captain’s face, then, as he watches you process the news.

“And lucky for us, a fair maiden’s blood just so happens t’ be part of the curse liftin’ ritual.”

Your eyes widen, body stiffening in shock and fear. “Who is to say I am a maiden? You make a bold assumption.”

“Ye the Gov’ner’s daughter, of course yer a maiden, a fine young virgin. ‘Else he would’a had ye beaten t’ beat till ye became an ugly maid and I see barely a cut or a scar on ye.”

“Be that as it may...” You huff. “But I assure you that half the royal Navy is out looking for me at this very moment and they likely are not far behind this ship. And as I mentioned before, I happen to know a few pirates, some of the most dangerous in the Caribbean.”

The mateys both chuckle. “Is that so? And who might that be, hm?”

“Captain Henry McHenry.” You say with a small smirk, knowing full well they should know of him.

They all look at each other for a moment with stony expressions. Suddenly, and just as they go to reply, a cannonball tears through the side of the ship.

“Christ!”

It narrowly misses you, barreling past you seemingly in slow motion, taking out your cell door and the two undead mateys along with it. You carefully peek out the gaping hole now in the side of the ship, eyes widening when you see Henry’s ship parallel to the Pearl.

He found you. He’s here to rescue you.

A small smile pulls at your lips before you turn to face the skeletal Captain once more, your smile turning into somewhat of a smirk. You have noticed that, with the natural rocking motions of the ship, one of the matey’s swords left behind has slid into your cell. With one swift leap forward, you could have it in your hands.

“I did warn you, Captain...I know some of the most dangerous pirates in the Caribbean.” You lunge forward and grab the handle of the weapon, holding it out as you rush out of your cell. “And they are here to rescue me.”

The Captain quickly draws his own weapon in bony hand and crashes it against yours, eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips. You’ve obviously never had to handle a blade before, but with the adrenaline pumping through your veins and the imperative to survive very much present, you have suddenly become a somewhat worthy adversary.

Blades clash and spark as both of you swing at one another. Your wrist quickly grows tired, but you push through, bringing your other hand up onto the handle for support. He grins when he sees you do this.

“Gettin’ a littl’ tired there are we, poppet?” He asks, giving a particularly harsh upward slash that nearly knocks the blade loose from your grip. “Hard fer a woman t’hold a heavy blade, in’it? If ye give up now, I promise not t’ throw ye to me men once ‘m done wit ye.”

Your eyes widen, then narrow, his disgusting words sending a surge of anger through you. You push up on his blade and at the same time kick him in the abdomen, sending him falling back with a groan of pain.

Without even a second of hesitation, you sprint up the stairs and open the door out onto the deck, where you’re met with a similarly chaotic scene of swinging swords and mutilated limbs of both the human and undead varieties.

Quick thinking serves you well as you spot a bit of ripped fabric flapping in the sea breeze that’s just big enough to be tied over your head as a makeshift bonnet. You quickly grab it and tie it below your chin before keeping your sword tightly at your side, hidden from plain view as you carefully walk along the edge of the ship.

By now, Henry’s ship is pushed right up against the Black Pearl and several hooks are embedded in her wooden railings. Now, you’ve just got to figure out a way to cross over to his ship without killing yourself or being killed by his men in the process...

You subtly look around the Pearl’s deck, trying to locate your beloved, but you do not see him. Suddenly, a large hand grabs your shoulder and you gasp as you’re forcefully turned around.

“Miss, you must help me find my--”

“Henry?”

His eyes widen as he takes in your alternate appearance, hand coming up to push the cloth off your head. A smile quickly breaks out across his face and he pulls you close, letting out a breath of relief.

“My love, it is really you. Oh god...”

Your eyes swell with tears, nodding against him as your arms wrap around him. “It is me, Henry.”

“I...I thought I had lost you.” He whispers, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “I am so sorry that I let this happen. I failed you.”

You shake your head, sniffling as you run your fingers through his tangled, sweaty hair. “Oh, no, this is not your fault Henry. Do not blame yourself, for there was nothing you could have done. What matters is that you are here now.”

Just as he pulls back and prepares to reply, a cannonball flies right over your heads, narrowly missing the top of Henry’s. He ducks quickly and you can’t help but laugh softly.

“Perhaps we should continue this when we are not aboard the Black Pearl.”

He chuckles along with you. “Yes, I believe that is wise. Now come, let us get you back onto the ship safely.”

You follow along behind him as he fights off a few undead crew members with ease before he jumps down onto his ship’s dock. He holds his arms out and looks up at you.

“Jump, and I will catch you.”

Suddenly, the boat lurches and you nearly fall overboard into the swells of the sea below. You gasp, eyes wide as you look at him with a slightly frightened expression. He nods reassuringly.

“I promise that I will catch you, my love. Trust me.”

Looking behind you, you see that the Captain has managed to emerge from the dungeons and is limping towards you with a deadly look in his eyes. You take the leap without hesitation, pushing off as hard as you possibly can to propel yourself forward towards him.

Your eyes squeeze shut, preparing yourself for the feeling of certain death as you fly through the air between the two vessels. Your heart has stopped and the breath has caught in your throat, waiting for the fall into the abyss below.

...But it never comes.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself safe in Henry’s arms. He’s smiling down at you, lifting you up a bit to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Do not fear; you are safe now, my love.”

You lift your hand to touch the side of his face as he barks orders at the crew to pull away from the Pearl and sail back towards Port Regal. The ship pulls away from the her side and sets off quickly.

Still in Henry’s arms, you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“Thank you for saving me, Captain.”

Henry smiles, a small laugh leaving him as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You are most welcome, my love.”

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