#sorta? look mate i like this ship and i can and will provide it with my shitty content

[himiko-yumehellno]

Kokichi, to Korekiyo: I've braided your hair now you have to marry me

Korekiyo: reasonable exchange

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

Legends react to being hit on by another legend? could be interesting! sorry for sending two i just rlly want u to make more 💕

Hey, sorry for being so long to reply! Because it would be a lot to do a reaction for everyone, and I feel the reactions would be extremely different depending on who hits on/flirts with who, I narrowed it down by tackling what I would probably consider my personal major ships, sort of in order by which ones I got into first; miragehound was definitely the first, though the last four kind of all came on in S7 with the invention of my newest coping mechanism, Mary “Horizon” Somers.

This also turned into more of a “Legends react to other legends hitting on/flirting with them/asking them out on a date”, just kind of whatever I guess. Ships listed below, ship names applied to the paragraphs following:

MiragexBloodhound, CryptoxWraith, WattsonxMirage, HorizonxBangalore, HorizonxLoba, RampartxLifeline.

Anyhow, here we go.

Miragehound – Mirage x Bloodhound

Bloodhound: It’s probably happened before in a joking manner, because it’s Mirage, but when they realize he actually means it this time they’re totally caught off guard. If they’re wearing their mask, they are blushing like the dickens underneath it and smiling because he’s sweet and kind of funny about it, and they really don’t get that often. If they are not wearing a mask, they are trying so hard to not let it show, except they’re grinning like a dork so RIP Hound, Mirage won this one (and also probably your heart).

Mirage: Just a bumbling mess. Bloodhound was probably kind of blunt but also weirdly poetic because They’re Just Like That, probably compared him to the sun or something and he stumbled out a “thank you” and then was like, “your goggles, goggles they’re, you know they’re hot-er-cool-er-I like – your face.” If he hasn’t seen their actual face, he’ll try and add that he’d like to see their face to try and flirt back and then wish he could go consult his 14 year old self, because that guy got two girlfriends at one point and he could really use his advice right about now.

Cryptaith – Crypto x Wraith

Wraith: She wouldn’t know she’d been hit on until an hour later, because Crypto’s version of hitting on someone is probably, “your hair looks nice” or “you’re really good with that knife”. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t know for sure until he offered her some of his lunch, since the man is pretty well known to think everyone is going to poison him. Frankly, she’s quietly flattered.

Crypto: Error 404: brain not found. Issue: Pretty girl flirted with me. Initiate shutdown and embarrassment protocols immediately. This will prompt an immediate system override, he will forget how to talk, trip over something, squeak and run away with his head down in his collar like a turtle. Unfortunately (read: very fortunately) for him, Wraith thinks it is adorable and will probably proceed to flirt with him more and forever.

Wattage – Wattson x Mirage

Wattson: Surprisingly easygoing about it, a little flustered but manages to say something right back with a grin. She definitely did not practice flirting in her head. Never. She will later tell her Nessie or Horizon all about it.

Mirage: Not quite as nervous as with BH but he does bumble a little because Wattson got him when he least expected it. Probably teased him about his equipment not being waterproof and he went on the defense, citing all the alterations he’s made and she said something like, “pretty and smart? I like that.” He got shot while trying to think what to say back.

Horizonlore – Horizon x Bangalore

Bangalore: So, this woman is oblivious. I’m talkin’ brick wall oblivious. No goggles underwater blind. Driving in a blizzard with your lights off so you miss every sign along the way. Horizon hits on her blatantly. Several times. Horizon isn’t sure she’s into women, Loba promises she is. By all calculations, saying, “you’re so pretty I could kiss ye right here in the dropship, lass” should instigate something else than, “oh, uh, thank you! I like you’re hair.” It’s the day Horizon finally says, “you look great in those jeans, want to go on a romantic date?” That Bangalore realizes and has to sit down and contemplate how much of a dumbass she is.

Horizon: Significantly less oblivious, it only took her about three days to realize Bangalore had been hitting on her. She now perks up like a puppy every time, especially since most of what Bangalore says is (sometimes revamped) Shakespeare quotes. Yeah, they’re both romantics.

Horizonhound – Horizon x Bloodhound

Hound: Pretty girls make them stupid. She says anything that can be interpreted as flirtation and they’re hardly much better than Mirage, though they’ll say something poetic and kind of pretty back regardless, thanks to a little thing called “random immeasurable luck”. Having the favor of the gods helps, too.

Horizon: So Bloodhound doesn’t so much hit on Horizon as perform a complicated mating ritual that begins with bringing her small gifts and trinkets and then evolves into book exchanges and evolves from there into actual conversations. Then that, finally, evolves into them growing a pair and, while watching her do something mundane, casually state, “you know, I have recently realized I might have a thing for redheads, felagi.” They are not prepared when she states that she has a thing for blondes and, “I’d like to ken if you’re part of the rule or an exception at, say, at 7?” Because she has been waiting for them to say something like that and takes great satisfaction in practically knowing they’re blushing under their mask.

StarStealers – Horizon x Loba

Horizon: The first few times she didn’t think anything of it, since Loba is just like that. But then there’s a time after a game that Loba says, “I’d like to see you around a lot more often, beautiful,” and tucks a piece of paper in Horizon’s hand with her phone number on it. Horizon probably covers her mouth while giggling like a schoolgirl because it’s fucking Loba and she would have never guessed she’d be interested in her but fuck is she not complaining. Smart pretty women are kind of her ideal.

Loba: So, Horizon is such a sweetheart and whatever method she chooses is probably a little dorky, and maybe a bit clumsy being she’s rather out of practice but will probably involve a love note with a really bad science pun on it because she asked Wattson for advice. Whatever it is, Loba is absolutely head over heels. If she’s in the dropship or otherwise visible, she just slowly grins. If she’s alone she bounces in her seat and might even giggle, just a little bit. She keeps a copy of the note taped to the inside of her Apex locker like a lovestruck teenager (this is, provided, they end up in a relationship).

Rampline – Rampart x Lifeline

Lifeline: Rampart tends to go big or go home. After spending approximately 2 weeks debating with herself internally, Rampart just waltzes right up to her, leans on the doorframe or something and says, “do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?” Lifeline would think she was joking and laugh, wave her off. Then Rampart would sort of panic and say, “no, I mean, like, you wanna like, uh, I like you but in a gay way.” Lifeline then smiles brightly and arranges a date on the spot, much to Rampart’s relief.

Rampart: They’ve been hanging out a bit and are chilling when Lifeline just sorta says, “hey, I think yuh really pretty, you know?” And Rampart, with all the grace of a donkey on roller skates, says, “that’s neat” while her voice cracks like a thirteen-year-old boy’s. Somehow Lifeline’s laugh banishes most of the embarrassment, and she even manages to flirt back without stuttering.

[hermits-that-craft]

Pirate au Scar/Doc/Ren under the cut. This is shipping. I am yearning. Have a good day.  originally posted on discord

Backstories:

Doc: As a child, he was outcasted by the people he lived with due to his creeper/human hybrid thing. He was found by either Xisuma, who is TFC's adoptive son, and taken to TFC to be raised. The thing is: his adoptive father doesn't want him to become a pirate like them, and therefore doesn't tell him about being a pirate. Which means its such a pity when the small island he's on is raided by rival pirates and he's kidnapped and held for ransom, which is how he is brought into the whole 'pirate' thing. He trains with his adoptive family and eventually becomes the First Mate for Xisuma when TFC retires.

Ren: Ren, an orphan, joins the navy as soon as he can, because he was told from a young age that his family was killed by pirates and he wants revenge. The pirates that killed his family were, reportedly, the pirates from the Hermit Craft, run by TFC. However, he fights Doc a lot and finds himself falling in love. His two close friends, Grian and Impulse, 'jokingly' tell him to go after Doc. Like, every time the Hermit appears Impulse and/or Grian will go to Ren and tell him to 'go get his man'. Ren doesn't approve of the joke, but he still goes and fights Doc. Later, he finds out that Impulse and Grian are spies for the Hermit and have been telling the Hermit not to hurt Ren, which makes Ren feel very betrayed and he nearly snitches to the captain of the ship, until he realises that that would end up with the two men hung.

Scar: Raised by a very wealthy merchant family, Scar felt the call to sea more than he felt the call to helping his older brother, Cub, at the shops that he runs. Scar is never given the opportunity to leave, however, as he is coddled by his parents and Cub doesn't let him sign up for the navy. He spends most of his time telling Cub about what he would do out at sea and the adventures he wants to go on. His parents use him as the face of their business in an attempt to keep him on dry land, which paints a target on his back.

How do they meet, you ask? Let me tell you.

Now, one night Scar is out at some Fancy Party as a part of his duty as 'face of concorp'. Scar hates it, but he's accepted his fate at this point and is very good at bullshitting his way through parties to make them think that he loves what he does. Not only is Scar famous as the Concorp's poster boy, but he's also very likeable, meaning that he gets along with everyone, a bit too much. 

Scar gets kidnapped by a rival set of pirates (probably the same ones that kidnapped Doc) that night, after a pirate asked him to lead him back to his hotel. Ren, who was also there, offers to guard Scar on his walk home, so with a body guard and a secret pirate Scar and Ren get kidnapped.

Now, at this point, a lot of the pirates think that Ren is one of Doc's spies (or lovers) so they use Ren as bait for the Hermit and Scar as bait for money. Scar is terrified, he's never been out to sea before and now he's been KIDNAPPED by PIRATES. It's never happened before (to him), though Ren is sorta like 'this shit again, the only reason I'm not being a Bastard™️ is because Scar Will Die If I Do That. However, that doesn't stop the pirates from being Pirates, and Ren does get tortured, his bloody shirt and jacket getting sent to Doc as bait. Scar also gets tortured as a punishment for Ren at one point.

In the meanwhile, Doc and Xisuma are having a Grand Time on the hermit, just happy to be out on the sea together, until they get a message from Grian and Impulse to come pick them up, as something has gone down. Doc and Xisuma 'kidnap' Grian and Impulse a day before Ren's shirt and jacket come in, and Xisuma goes to discuss what he needs to do with Joe and Cleo, his strategists. They tell him that Doc will go looking for Ren by himself if Xisuma doesn't go looking for him, and that Grian and Impulse will most likely end up going with him. Xisuma sighs, nods and tells the hermits to prepare for battle. 

At this point, Scar is just, a Mess™️ from the stress, and he and Ren become fast friends throughout their time on the pirate ship, and Scar confesses to Ren about his hatred of being just a spokesman, confessing that he really wants to go and explore the world, and he tells Ren about his longing for the sea. Ren says that, when this is all over, Ren would put a good word in for him with his ships captain, and see if they could get Scar into the navy. Scar doesn't think that it will work, but he thanks Ren for it anyway.

Soon, the pirates arrive on this small island that gives Ren and Scar a chance to escape, but it's Ren whose scared of the consequences of escape, not Scar. Scar has never been kidnapped by pirates before, Scar doesn't know what would happen if the pirates caught them again. Scar doesn't want to die on the island, and as he's being held for profit he most likely wont, but Ren is bait and will most likely be killed once the hermit comes by to rescue him.

Scar and Ren both kinda sorta find themselves falling for each other (very sweet) as they are the only positive things on the island, and that the other is always kind to them. It'd be a cute romance if it weren't for the place that it was formed in. Ren confesses to Scar one night, high off of adrenaline and blood loss, and Scar kisses him to make him shut the up fuck.

During this time, the hermit is getting closer and closer to freeing Ren, and everyone is Very Happy about this, especially Doc. It doesn't make too much sense to most of the hermits until one night Etho and Beef and Bdubs tell everyone about how Doc definitely has a crush on Ren, which is when Grian and Impulse tell everyone about Ren's crush. The hermits, collectively, decide to try and set the pair up when they get Ren back, which comes sooner than expected.

The hermits find the island and, while the main group battles the Rival Pirates, Doc sneaks round the back with Impulse and Grian to free his MANS. Doc finds Ren in a small cage by himself, trembling and covered in blood and definitely Not Okay, but Ren refuses point blank to leave the cage. Grian and Impulse have to drag him out, and it was at that point they realised that Ren is wearing a shirt that looks strangely familiar to the shirt that Scar was wearing at the party. With the sudden realisation that there are 2 hostages, Doc orders Impulse and Grian to take Ren back to the ship and he goes to find Scar. Ren Doesn't like that, on account of Doc being both a pirate and Scar being a very scared person. Doc doesn't care and Ren is dragged back to the ship.

In the mean time, Scar is being heavily guarded by some ASSHOLES as the pirates offer to sell him to a rival company as like,,, bait or something. Scar is terrified, knowing that the pirates were lenient on him and that the rival company will not be as kind to him. Doc BURSTS through the door, finding Scar shirtless and covered in blood and scars. Doc, as a dumb gay boy, immediately decided to woo the man when he frees him.

Doc beats the shit out of the pirates, kidnaps Scar (who is Not Impressed About Being Kidnapped Again, though he is relieved when Doc kills the representative of the rival company). Scar is carried out of the building and Doc meets with Xisuma, still carrying a very scared Scar.

They get onto the Hermit, and everyone is very kind to Scar and Ren, confusing the pair. Xisuma eventually gets up, walks over to them (ignoring the way that the two men flinch away from him) and asks them what happened to them. Ren and Scar don't answer, both man either too scared to answer or unwilling, though they don't know which is which. Scar eventually mumbles something breifly, Ren holding onto his hand. 

Scar and Ren sit away from the pirates, though they're too tired to move away when Etho, Joe and Cleo come and sit down with them. The three people essentially go 'aight so we know that you two arent just 'friends', Scar is lying down In Your Lap, whats up with that?', and the two men dont respond, Scar too afraid of what will happen to them and Ren worried about them hurting Scar (because, you know, pirates). Cleo and Etho eventually give up on them, leaving to head off to bed. Joe stays, watching them out of the corners of his eyes as he chats with Keralis and False. Scar falls asleep in Ren's lap, and Joe tells Ren that none of the hermits would dare hurt Scar for being with Ren. Ren breaks down then, telling Joe what happened in full detail, about how even before he and Scar got together, Scar was punished for Ren being a navy officer, and how he doesn't want to get Scar hurt again.

Doc overhears this, and his heart breaks a little, but he comes up with food and medicine that Stress provided, and promises to Ren that no one on the ship would hurt either of them, for ANY reason. Ren thanks the two men and yawns, so Doc takes them down to his room and then goes and bunks with Xisuma (and by 'bunks with Xisuma' i mean he sleeps on the floor so he doesn't wake up the captain)

Scar and Ren grow close to the hermits, and they slowly let themselves relax, both guiltily considering leaving their lives behind to join the hermit. Scar tells Joe about it, and Ren tells Grian and Impulse, and the three men try to fix it so that the two men decide to stay before they are dropped off.

Cleo and Tango overheard, however, and loudly run into Doc's room while Ren and Scar are SNUGGLING to ask why they both don't just join the hermit since they both want to. Ren and Scar talk it over and agree, asking Xisuma if they could. Xisuma agrees, and they set sail.

In the meanwhile, Xisuma kicks out orders Doc to reclaim his room from the two newest hermits. Doc asks them if he could have his room back and Scar goes 'sure, is there a place we can stay?' and long story short Doc tells them to keep his room, and Ren goes 'we can all share its big enough.'.

It's awkward at first, Doc not really knowing what to do while Ren doesn't know how to feel about the man he definately still has a crush on. Scar, on the other hand, thinks that it's great because now there are two buff men making sure he doesn't fall out of the bed. Scar spends a lot of time helping everyone out, no matter who they are. He's taught how to fight by Wels and False, he spends time telling Joe and Xisuma which trade routs are more heavily guarded and which ones aren't, he helps Stress out in the infirmary and he also makes maps.

Soon, Scar leaves the ship to meet with Cub, taking Wels with him as they meet, and leaving behind a very worried Ren and Doc. The two men end up butting heads a lot throughout the two days that he's gone, to the point that it starts to make everyone else frustrated. Etho makes them talk about why they are mad and fighting, and the two men eventually go 'look i love him and i dont want to see him hurt'.

Scar comes back, having struck up a deal with Cub to get the hermits supplies, and he finds the hermits all looking very expectantly at his boyfriend and Doc. The two men tell him what happens, and Doc says that he understands that Scar is probably uncomfortable and one word and Doc will find a new room, and Scar goes 'cant you guys just share me? idc if you like me i like you too'.

And thats how they start dating in a pirate au, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[austarus]

Mermay Headcanon: The Mermaid (You) and The Pirate Gentleman (HR Wells)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me.

*My little and late contribution to MerMay month. @crazythoughtsandlove​ and I were talking about mermaid and pirate ideas lol. I tried, I really tried to do something. Honestly, this is probably shit and I can’t say anything other than I’m sorry I tried to make it funny and slow-burn-y and cute and I don’t know what happened. Anyway, this was the little Easter Egg that I had dropped in my HR x Reader fic Hidden Among The Fairy Lights. Obviously this is in headcanon form rather than a full fic because I’m too mentally exhausted from everything in my life. Anyway, enjoy? Remember to reblog and comment to support content creators.

Word Count: 2568

The fates seemed to have decided to toy with me today, HR thought as he ran through the streets of the Brazeeno Market Place

He dodged left and right, ducking past people and through alleys

The Pirate (Gentleman) as he likes to add on was on the run from a couple of ruffians who he maybe sorta accidentally provoked and got into a skirmish with

HR did it for a rock

Yes, you read that correctly. A rOcK.

But not just any rock, it was a cinnabar-fluorite-infused stone that was essential to his journey

His twin brother, Harry, who’s also a pirate, needed HR to fetch it while he retrieved the map for the Kjarni Flower

Both men were skilled in swordsmanship as well as improvising on hand in a fight

Harry: Go in, get it, and leave. Here’s the coins. Don’t start anything and don’t get distracted

HR: I’ll be in and out before you know it. I won’t start anything, scout’s honor

Harry: You’re not a scout

HR: Doesn’t mean I can’t use the saying

Harry: Yes, it does, you idiot

The crew just sheepishly looked at their two captains that argued like children

Anyway, back to HR who’s been cornered on the creaky and old harbor with vacant ships while you, the reader, were reading the background on him and Harry prior to this chase scene

HR held his ground, sword out and the stone safely tucked away in his pocket

A smirk on his face as he tried to play it cool, but inwardly he was panicked since there were no ships around at all

Reggie (Ruffian #1): End of the line, scum

Remy (Ruffian #2): Hand over the stone, moron

Roma (Ruffian #3): And pray to the gods that your spirit passes on to the other side safely

Now that’s a little harsh, isn’t it?

They took a step forward and HR took a step back, his foot slightly slipping back from the wet boards of the pier

Before any of them do anything, a wet yet firm hand had latched onto HR’s ankle, pulling the pirate off with great force

The dark-haired man kicked and tried to keep his eyes open as the undersea force dragged him away from the surface

HR’s eyes widened when he saw you under the salty sea, a mermaid with gleaming skin and seashells threaded in her hair

He saw the concern flood over your face, the gentleness within your dazzling eyes that he’d never heard of

Stories of mythical ravenous monsters under the sea that eat people of the land in a bloodthirsty rage

But the spectacle in front of him seemed anything but that

Still HR remained cautious, a hand over his pocketed knife as he eyed your colored tail

You put a hand to your lips, taking his hand gingerly instead of his ankle to bring him up to the surface

HR coughed out water and cursed at the saltiness of the sea, gathering his bearings before turning to you

You watched him with curious eyes as he shook his hair from the water before running his hands through his wet hair

Secretly you had always been intrigued by the land dwellers and their peculiar way of life

Even if the merpeople believed any interaction with humans to be forbidden by execution

You had overheard the exchange with the other humans and weighed in your thoughts before intervening at the most convenient moment

HR: Y-you’re beautiful- I mean a mermaid

He watched your cheeks darken at his words

You: *whispers bashfully* N-no’s really said that to me before. I’m not that pretty

HR: But you’re utterly breath-taking *shakes head and is astonished, blinking a few times* Wait, you can talk?

You: *cocks a confused eyebrow* of course I can, why wouldn’t I? I’m not some sort of animal that lives in the ocean

HR: I-I don’t know, the stories-

You: Stories?

HR explained to you the legends and stories, which you helped clarify the essence of the Merpeople

In return, HR did the same as he spoke of the human world and his adventures as a pirate

He oddly found himself confiding in you about the Kjarni Flower and its mystical powers to creating an elixir

You expressed the Merpeople’s legends regarding it, which provided to be beneficial to HR

The Pirate noticed your sparkling eyes in the midday sunlight, intrigued by every word you spoke

It particularly struck his heart when you expressed that your interest in the land-dwellers world

HR: Why are you telling me this? I’m a pirate, I could hurt you when you least expect it

You: I don’t know, I feel like I could trust you not to harm me

I don’t think I can to such a kind spirit, HR thought

Silence had filled the serene atmosphere between the two of you, waves rocking you and HR back and forth

HR noticed that the two of you weren’t so different, unlike the legends of the Pirate’s Guild

Everything down to your navel was regularly human. No webbed hands or fins for ears. The only exception was the gills on your neck and your majestic tail

The two of you remained there, floating in the sea before HR began to cough

You: I should get you back to land, you need to go back to your people

HR: Wait, before you do. My name is HR. HR Wells, the Pirate Gentleman

You: Gentleman, huh? Well, my name is (Y/N), Mermaid of Uquilnoah

You brought him back to shore behind some rocks, to which HR spotted his ship and his brother on deck with his back turned to him

The sun had fallen, expressing the evening time before night took its shift

You: I guess this is goodbye

HR: Why do you want to come to the human side? It’s corrupt and foul.

You looked down before gazing off to the laughter and lights and people on shore

You: I-I want to swim and walk. I want to go on adventures and explore what the sea cannot give me. I want to share experiences with others, a part of their stories and lives

HR: Come with me then. My troublesome hard hat of a brother and I go on adventures every day. We’d be more than honored to have you.

You: I-I’d like that, but how? I don’t have legs

HR pursed his lips in thought as he glanced back to his brother’s ship

HR: Stay here, I’ll be back. Here *hands you his knife* keep this until I get back

You took his knife, watching him swim to shore as your cheeks dusted pink at his words

No man or merman had ever expressed such interest in your or your thoughts

It was always someone else, some other beauty that held the center stage

You ended up being more of a background person

A hand ran over the faint scars over your body, trying to push away the hurt you had attained from others over the years

I just wanted to matter. I’ve always wanted my existence to mean something. Maybe in the human world, I can find that in my journeys away from Uquilnoah

HR hurried onto the shore and hurried onto his ship with his wet clothes chilling him as the wind blew

Harry shot his brother an incredulous look as HR ran onto the deck out of breath and speaking rapidly like a mad man

The twin dark-haired man stared at his brother before getting his attention

Harry: So, let me get this straight. You got the stone, ran into trouble, met a mermaid- who surprisingly didn’t bite your head off and now she’s waiting by the alcove shores for you because you promised her to be back?

HR: *catches his breath and smiles innocently* Yes :D

Harry: *facepalms* Are you fucking stupid or are you fucking stupid? That mermaid’s probably baiting you to sink this entire ship. We need to go. Now.

HR: She’s not lying to me!

Harry: How do you know that?!

HR: Because she told me about the Merpeople and their legends of the Kjarni Flower. She told me how she yearns for an adventure like never before, with people like us

Harry purses his lips and sighs roughly, rubbing his face harshly with calloused hands

HR: Don’t you see, Harr, she’s willing to come with us. Hell, she can even help us if we encounter something along the way.

Harry: Fine, but how are you going to get her to walk?

HR: Easy. Caitlin should have a potion or magic object.

Caitlin/Frost was the crews brilliant Ice-Witchdoctor, terrifying in batter but had sufficient magical abilities when it came to healing

Barry was the First Mate when both HR and Harry were off deck, quick on his feet for solo stealth missions

Cisco was the Quartermaster, distributing items such as a variety of guns/weapons, ammunition as well as coming up with the plans with the rest of the crew

Jesse was the pilot, manning where the ship sails because Harry doesn’t want his daughter doing anything dangerous, but she’s a badass gunner when it comes down to it.

Iris and Wally are the main Gunners for the group, their marksmanship impeccable through the harsh training they received from their father, Joe

Cecile and Joe typically fill in any role that needs to be filled depending on the situation that this crew runs into

Anyway, Caitlin manages to whip something up in which she’s enchants a necklace with the power to give you your legs and the ability to remain on land for long periods of time

However-yes, there’s a however, duh- there is a time limit

Every midnight strike, you fatigue and must recharge in the ocean overnight in order to not die from water deprivation

HR grinned widely head back to the covered alcove and waving you to come as close as possible

Explaining everything to you, the Pirate Gentleman handed you the enchanted necklace that held a single Golden Star Sapphire gemstone

Right as you pulled it on your tail transformed into legs in a blink of an eye, but… you were naked

HR had immediately turned around right when that happened, his cheeks flaring up as well as yours

You facepalmed before covering yourself, stuttering out that you’d need some clothes

HR went silent shedding his jacket off as well of his linen shirt and handed them to you with his eyes averted

You: Okay, I’ve put them on

HR moved around in time to see you stumble on your legs, leaning forward to catch you

The Wells twin couldn’t help himself as his eyes ran over your figure in his arms, his heart thumping louder than ever in his chest

HR: Come on, the crew’s waiting to meet you

You and HR returned to the ship, nervously giggling at each other while you got used to walking.

You: How did you learn to swim?

HR: By struggling. And a lot. You make it look so easy

You: Well you make walking look so easy

HR: Think about it this way, doll, now you’re ambidextrous for land and sea

You met the crew and got along with them nicely, with the exception of HR’s prickly brother

HR told you not to worry about him with a cheeky wink

You were mesmerized by the sights and sounds and colors of the world above the sea

HR guided you every step of the way

The fates pulling your heartstrings even closer together

Harry later secretly gave you his blessings and told you to watch out for his dorky brother who can’t seem to stop having heart eyes for you whenever you’re on the deck

Jesse was actually the first one to approach you, asking so many questions about the sea

She became your best friend from then on as you entertained her with stories of life under the ocean

Jesse and the other see what’s happening as HR beats around the bush with you, but obviously doing it in the name of friendship and Pirate-Mermaid truce

And they groan at the lingering gazes and soft exchanges between you and HR

Many times, Cisco has groaned “The thirst is real”

And many times, Iris and Barry have had to dial Cisco back to let you and HR to read the atmosphere

One night while hanging out with HR in his room

He was showing you how to read a map and use the items on board to read the stars

You ended up coughing

And coughing

And coughing

And coughing and gasping for air

Before HR realized that its time for you to hibernate in the water for the night

So, what did HR do?

Like the dork that he is, he picked you up and hurried to the main deck before throwing you off the ship

Yes, you read that right

The man panicked, ok? What should he have done, thrown a jar of water on you? That still wouldn’t help the problem

HR leaned over the wooden railing of the docked ship, watching aurora-like light emanate from the sea

Before you popped up from the water, breathing nicely and looking all refreshed

The puppy boy apologized to you so many times for losing track of time

But you waved it off

That night, HR stayed up with you as he lowered himself on a spare rowboat to be at the same level with you on the ocean water

You: HR you need to go to bed

HR: No I *yawns* don’t.

You: Uh huh *smirks*

HR: I like your company so I’m staying

You: I like your company too, but Harry’s gonna roast your ass if you’re not fully awake tomorrow morning

HR: Screw him, he can do it without me

You: You’re an idiot

HR: You wound me

That following morning, Harry did roast his ass when he found his brother sleeping outside in a boat on deck when the two of you finally bid each other goodnight

Frequently nightly swims with each other

Gentle laughs under the shining moonlight as the sea creatures rest

Getting so close to kissing one another

But pulling away because you both are just friends

After all, mermaids and humans can’t really be together because of the barrier of survival styles

Bottom line, because I’m running out of things to say and its 2 AM, you and HR slowly fell in love with one another as you journeyed with him to find the mystical Kjarni Flower

Unraveling its secrets with the crew you’ve grown so close to

Calling them family

Perils falling into every step of the way, elongating the pining the burned between the two of you who come from two different worlds

You had charmed your way into his heart and he in yours

The Pirate Gentleman taught his lovely Mermaid self-defense as well as the simple things in life to enjoy

You encouraged his secret talent for writing, something he hid from everyone

It’s no surprise that HR ended using his part of the elixir from the Kjarni flower to enable you to be on land without a time restraint

To be by his side all night as the days went on

Especially when there was a child on the way

But neither of you know that right now 😉

[franstastic-ideas]

From what I can tell, the "official" ship name for Kris x Susie is "Krusie", so can we have some headcanons for WT Krusie?

- Oh golly, he thought Sans and Papyrus were exaggerating over this ‘love at first sight’ stuff, but now, now he’s a firm believer. He’s never thought too much about finding a mate, putting his own survival and his ‘sisters’’ on the forefront, but that longing for love still lingered in the back of his mind.

- Now, though, he’s yearning for romance, for companionship. The only other thing that's captured his attention to this magnitude before is... well, food - but that tough lady in leather is a full course meal to him, and he is starving.

- Unfortunately, Kris baby can’t flirt if his life depended on it. His mouth sort of just... opens and closes like a fish when he tries to muster up the courage to talk to her. He ends up not approaching her for a while, just content to not so subtly watch her while at Grillby’s.

- Finally, he thinks he’s hit a conversation point, a common interest. He likes food, well, so does Susie!

- So he finally approaches her, a fistful of dollars in his hand and he’s sweating bullets. Sans and Papyrus are watching in the background to provide support. Kris thrusts his hand out and points at the wad of cash with his other.

Kris: I have money…... I buy you food?!?!?!

Sans: oh, he is dying out there...

- Poor Kris loses his ability to speak properly in front of her.

- By some miracle, Susie seems to understand what he’s trying to say and... actually accepts his offer. 

- I mean, she’s not gonna turn down free food, but she ends up sorta charmed by this weirdly dressed man with messy hair that literally looks like he crawled right out of the forest. 

- He’s staring at her as if she were some sort of deity, even while her mouth is dripping with ketchup. And Susie would be lying if she said that didn’t make her feel a few butterflies in the stomach.

[captain-rachel]

So in response to my request for fanfic tropes someone anyonomous asked for Soulmate AU and Tumbler kept messing up the formating so I’m putting it here so the “read more” actually works and doesn’t annoy me.

How Likely I Am To Write It: So I’ve previously written two soulmate fics connected to my ongoing fanfiction Scilicet..... Those two fics are:

Scilicet Addendum: Sodales = A first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your skin fic, with both romantic and platonic soulmates.

Scilicet Addendum: Nomen Est Omen = A fic where you get names on your wrists. The names can belong to either your soulmate or your enemy and there’s no way to tell which they are.

I really like writing this trope when I can mess with it in some way, so I’ve wrote fics where superheros sort of “mess up” the way that soulmates work, where if there’s something which happens to like 1% of people then it and three other similar things will happen to 80% of superheroes.

Characters/Pairing I’d likely write: Really anything I ship, provided I get a good enough idea. Probably I’m more likely to write Batman/Superman soulmates given that I’m currently rewriting Scilicet... and even when I finish the rewrite I’ve only told like less then 1/3 of the story I want to tell.

Drabble: This is sorta connected to The Good Ones Always Seem to Break (a Markiplier Ego fic... of a sorts) and the squeal to it I’m trying to write. It literally just came into my head as I was writing this. So enjoy?

You can't fake a soulmark... that doesn't mean you can't try, because it's so remarkably easy to try. Soulmarks are... somewhat unremarkable, all things considered. They really just look like tattoos and rather simple tattoos at that-- just plain black text on skin, spelling out the name of the one who will complete you, the one whom many religions believe holds half of your soul while you hold half of theirs.

So they should be easy enough to fake-- determine what name you'd like your soulmark to be, find some tattoo artist willing to put a name on your skin, toss some coins their way, walk out with a fake soulmark... but as soon as someone looked at that tattoo you'd have a problem. Because despite the fact that there's no real difference between a tattoo and a soulmark, people just... know when it's a soulmark and when it's a tattoo.

No one knows why. Oh every year they'll be some big news event where some scientist claims to have figured out why, it always get retracted or goes nowhere. So most people just accept it as a fact of life-- you can't fake a soulmark, because everyone can tell when a soulmark is a soulmark and when a "soulmark" is just a tattoo... or at least everyone can tell when theyre looking at the mark in question in person, because for some reason photos and video footage don't allow the same certainty, which is certainly helpful for the film industry and catfishers.

You can't fake a soulmark... but that doesn't stop people from trying. Stand in line at any supermarket and you'll see at least one tabloid headline about the latest person who got a celebrities' name tattooed on them, or the most recent person to steal some little old man's fortune via claiming to have their soulmark and pleas that "maybe my name is just somewhere you can't see" or "my mom gave me up for adoption, you must have my -real- name on you"

You can't fake a soulmark.. but that doesn't stop people from accusing each other of doing so. It's especially bad if you have a soulmark which is in any way unusual.

Only got a first name?

What, you couldn't afford the rest?

Part of a trio of soulmates, so you have two names?

Man just admit you cheated on your mate!

Have an 'exotic' name?

Man just admit your a blank.

Have an odd spelling of a name?

What, you didn't spellcheck it before they started?

Sure, if the person looked they'd see the soulmark was real... but they had to look. It took a few seconds for the ability to tell real from fake to kick in... and that ability took longer to kick in if one wasn't calm when looking at the suspected mark.

And if you had a weird enough mark... well then people would just assume their ability to tell was off. After all, everyone knew someone whose sister's fiance had once been tricked for a time by a name written in sharpie because they were drunk or high or something.

You couldn't fake a soulmark... but if your soulmark was weird enough then anyone who saw it would doubt it, no matter how hard they looked. The ability would tell them it was real but their conscious mind would refuse and at best they'd shun you, at worst they'd hound you to find out where you had it done, what you'd done to make it look so real.

You couldn't fake a soulmark... but you could cover it up and no one would know. Depending on where your soulmark happened to be placed, that could be as easy as tossing on a long sleeved shirt, or wearing a thick bracelet. If your mark was somewhere a little more visible, then you just had to find some concealer and treat it like it was a tattoo and you were headed for a job interview. People would just assume your mark was somewhere else or that you were a blank and while being a blank was bad, it was the sort of bad to be pitied, not the sort of bad that a weird mark could lead to.

He was lucky... in a way. Despite the odd mark, it was in a place that was easy enough to hide-- just below his collarbone on his right breast, far enough to the left that even when he wore sleeveless shirts it was hidden, provided the neck wasn't more revealing then your standard t-shirt. It meant that the mark was covered naturally by clothing.

Sure, when he went swimming he had to either wear a shirt or cover it with some waterproof makeup, but between the construction job he worked to make ends meet and the seemingly endless nights spent trying to write the story that would make him the author he'd always dreamed of being he didn't exactly have any real time to swim.

So really it was only when he'd just gotten out of the shower or was shaving or something that he saw his soulmark... and it was only when he was drunk or depressed that he touched it, that he thought about it...

And then there were the nights, when he'd had too much to drink, when the walls closed in, when he looked at his life and saw no way out... and on those nights it wasn't uncommon to find himself clawing at the mark, trying desperately to scratch it out in the vein hope that the strange soul mark would vanish and he'd get a proper name, a name no one would doubt the authenticity of.

After all, who on earth would name their kid Markiplier?

[asteraegis]

reposting shit

so this is that 5010 word (i know) edawale smut i posted when i first made this blog. im mainly reposting it bc im too lazy to go through my own blog to find it again, just less typos hopefully (im sorta dyslexic [i move words around in sentences when reading, sometimes do the letter bs] so i have no idea tbh) 

tags if you have the time to read this novel length thing: mlm, some fisting, some choking, set in their time period, some breathplay, use of alcohol?, a lot of shitty jokes, 69ing, rimjob haha, ade is kinda sadistic sometimes too lol, blowjob, some nipple play, deep throating, self facial, rawing sorry ed, very light bondage, i guess humiliation?, probably some other shit i dunno i really beat my brain’s dick for my otp mate

below cut as always

The azure ocean rocked the whale boat as Edward scanned the bloodied surface for his prey. His fingers wrapped around the harpoon tight, prepared to launch the spear. Sweat and sea water dripped from his brow and down the bridge of his nose, focused, listening.

An eruption about twenty meters away revealed an orca. Edward cocked his head to look at the dolphin. “There you are.”

He hurled the harpoon at the animal, impaling it through its broad mid-section. The orca writhed about a bit before eventually giving in and relaxing into death. Edward grinned, he and two of his crewmates hauling the load back to the Jackdaw where the rest of the crew pulled the catch aboard the deck and began preparing it. As for the captain, he climbed back onto his ship and entered his quarters.

In the dimly lit room, his quartermaster, Adewale, stood over a map of the Caribbean Sea. He turned when he heard the door shut, nodding at Edward as he approached.

“Good day, cap’n,” the quartermaster said, looking back at the map. “How was the hunt?”

“Fine, crew’s cutting up the damned beast now,” Edward leaned against the desk, reaching for a cotton rag to dry himself with before replacing his captain’s gear. “How goes the fleet?”

Adewale huffed. “Well, you are better than I thought you would be at this.”

The captain laughed. “You have little faith of me, don’t you, mate? I’m hurt,” He rubbed the rag about his blonde hair then draped it over his shoulders and leaned back in his velvet armchair, tugging on his boots. “Really, Ade, how am I doing?”

“You should have a few frigates coming in from the Mediterranean in a week or so. Judging by where you sent them, they will have a considerable haul aboard them,” Adewale rolled up the map. “Good work, cap’n.”

Edward pulled on his coat and stood. “Thanks, mate. Set a course for Inagua, then. We can sell that whale then collect the loot from the frigs. Give the crew a well-deserved rest while we’re at it.”

“Aye. I will let them know,” The two men left the cabin and came to the wheel. “Full sail, we are heading to Grand Inagua!”

 Upon arriving at the hideout’s dock, the Jackdaw’s crew dumped the orca at the market, splitting up the gained coin amongst each other afore rejoicing at the tavern. The pirates shared a few bottles, a few songs, and a few dances. A shining sun began to paint the sky with pinks and lilacs and the brothel’s lanterns lit to counter the encroaching darkness. The whores filtering out the doors of the cathouse seemed to allure the sailors like a siren’s song and shortly the docks, the boardwalk, and the roads were crowded with debauchery ranging from teenager-like flirting to couples disappearing into shrubs for some time alone.

Edward’s sharp blue eyes gazed upon the cove from the mansion’s courtyard, refreshing himself with a pint of rum. Girlish giggling blended into the silent courtyard’s air, the corsair turning his head to get a look at the prostitutes approaching him. Two well-endowed women sashayed toward the captain, fiendish smirks on their painted faces. The blonde cad spun on his heels, eager to ‘join in the festivities’ like his men on the shore.

“Evening, ladies. Beautiful night, ain’t it?” he leered, taking a couple short steps toward the women.

“It really is quite lovely, captain Kenway,” one of the women sighed, moving her shoulders in such a way that a sleeve slipped, lighting up the Welshman’s eyes.

“As brilliant as the sky is, there is a bit of a chill in the air. Shall we take this inside?” His eyes glinted with sinful delight, matching that of the courtesans’ as they followed him up the steps to his estate.

As the aroused trio reached the doorway, they were halted by a pompous-faced Adewale. “What do we have here, cap’n?”

Edward flicked his eyes at his quartermaster then to the dames. “Well we—"

“You are working on two doses of scurvy? Edward, I just gained respect for you, do not give me a reason to lose it all,” Adewale snarled, setting his shoulders back and glowering at the three.

“I didn’t—”

“I need to have a private conversation with my captain about supplies on the ship and the fleet’s future endeavors,” he said, grabbing Edward’s arm, pulling him away from the women.

“But they—”

Adewale cut off Edward again. “And if you two need attention so badly, the jagabats down the hill are looking for your services, so Kenway is not necessary for what you two want. Go.”

The women pouted and rolled their eyes but subsequently obeyed the looming man and hurried down the path while Edward gawked at his friend and the girls, completely flabbergasted.

“What the hell was that for?” Edward grumbled after Adewale pushed him inside, shutting the door behind them.

“I grow tired of your childishness, Edward. Do you not know how to behave yourself?” Adewale said, dropping Edward’s arm.

“I can behave myself, mate, now would you just—” Edward went to open the door but Adewale’s arm blocked him. “—dammit, Ade! What’s so bloody important that it must be done now?”

Keeping his left arm on the door, Adewale clutched Edward’s necklace and dragged him close enough that they could feel each other’s hot breath on their skin. “Listen, you slut. You are a captain, start acting like one,” He released Edward, who stumbled to his original position. “I need you to be a better example for the crew.”

Edward sighed, defeated, knowing his ménage a trois was cancelled. “What do you need me for?”

The quartermaster eyed his captain, pleased that he finally gave in. “I need to discuss the fleet with you,” The men walked to Edward’s office in silence and Adewale laid assorted papers across the desk. Edward sat on the tabletop and took one of the documents in his hand. “I got word that two of your brigantines sailed recklessly to Bristol and were challenged by the royal navy. They were given no quarter and the lot were slaughtered.”

Edward swallowed. “I see.”

“I understand that Great Britain does contain great bounty, but the price of lives holds far more worth than any currency. Until the waters cool there, I ask you,” he leaned into the other man, catching his eyes in his own, “not to send any more of the men northbound.”

“Aye, I won’t, mate.”

“The Bahjohns have sent a few galleons to purge pirates in the area between Nassau and Havana, as told by these papers,” Adewale noted.

“Shite, that’s where Thatch and Kidd sail,” Edward shook his head and rested his chin in his hand. “Jaysus, we need to—”

“I have already sent word to Captain Thatch and Master Kidd, they will be fine,” Adewale rested his hand on Edward’s shoulder. “Just, if you are unsure of a location, do not be afraid to call upon me for a second opinion.”

Edward nodded, watching Adewale’s hand slide off his shoulder. They looked away from each other and glanced about the room at Kenway’s treasures and paintings. The sun had set and moonlight trickled into the shadowy room. Candles spread about the space provided just enough visibility for the men’s faces to glow in fiery yellow light alongside the loot.

Adewale moved away from the desk. “It is getting late. I will leave you for the night—”

“Wait, Ade,” Edward grabbed his wrist and dropped to his feet off the table. “Stay a while. Those whores you scared off won’t be coming back. I’m not tired enough to sleep and, seeing as you cancelled my original plans, how ‘bout me and you share a bottle, aye?”

Adewale smiled. “Cap’n—”

Edward advanced toward him, creeping his hand from Ade’s wrist, up his arm, and to his shoulder. “Please, I insist.”

Chuckling, Adewale shook his head and rustled Edward’s flaxen hair. “You do not give up, do you?”

He sneered. “Glad you’re seeing it my way, mate. C’mon, there’s bottles on the bedroom table.”

The pirates strode to the next room, Edward taking it upon himself to uncork the first flagon. The men chatted, joked, bantered, and drank. They spoke about the years spent afore meeting each other and the adventures they’ve had plundering together. Eventually, the bottle ran out, Adewale tilting his head all the way back to check but to no avail. He frowned, rolling the flagon to the corner of the room with a few of the other ones.

“Damn. I’ll get another one, Ade,” Edward grumbled, standing up and walking over to get another drink.

At the table, he removed his overcoat, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Adewale took in Edward’s body, glancing up and down his shape, his loose leather vest letting his tattoos peek out from his clothes. As Adewale’s liquor-guided-gaze cascaded down Edward’s back, his curiosity got the best of him. Edward’s hips were sculpted like a woman’s giving him a near hourglass figure and a rear to match thanks to his thick, muscular thighs. Adewale watched his hips shift back and forth as Edward picked through half empty bottles, unaware that his partner could see him peeping in the reflection of the rum bottles’ glass. Kenway smirked, slowly turning with a bottle in hand.

“Enjoying the view, mate?” Edward teased.

Adewale blushed and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “I—”

He let out a nasty laugh, swaggering back toward his friend. “Really, Ade, I’m chuffed,” Edward’s hand stroked Adewale’s clavicle to his lavaliere that he held between his fingers for a brief moment before laying his hand on the white silk of Ade’s undershirt, “and I’m eager to unleash that desire you’ve been hiding so well, mate.”

Adewale locked eyes with Edward’s, snatching the bottle from his hand and taking a swig of the alcohol. A devilish glow overtook his eyes matching Edward’s sly grin. He jerked Edward’s face down to his own, pushing his lips to his captain’s, forcing the drink into his mouth, which Edward happily swallowed. Adewale began unclasping Edward’s vest and unraveling his sash, Kenway doing the same all the while taking a seat on the quartermaster’s lap.

Shirts astray, Adewale ran his fingers across Edward’s chest’s tattoos and Edward rubbed through the fabric of Ade’s pin striped pants. Adewale leaned back into the satin sheets, yanking Edward down on top of him. His calloused hands drifted down the captain’s side, clutching the white pants and peeling them off. Unsurprisingly, Edward was lacking trousers of any kind under the clothing.

“Hm, that would explain your… seamlessness,” Adewale joshed, placing both palms on the sailor’s bare ass, gripping the sun kissed flesh in his dark fingers.

“I hate being restricted,” Edward said with a cheeky grin. He tucked his hand into Adewale’s pants, squeezing his cock to push a moan through his teeth, “something you seem to be.”

“Oh? And what do you mean by that?”

“You’re holding back, Ade. I don’t want your gentle side, I know your strength, mate. If I wanted lightness, I’d’ve ushered you away and done myself on the chaise.”

Adewale rolled his eyes then flashed a filthy grin. “As you wish.”

In a second, Adewale shoved Edward’s head down to his groin, unclasping his pants and drawers. His umber cock billowed out of the underwear, like an escapee fresh out of a gibbet. Edward couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth betray his cool attitude, turning upwards in a purse-proud manner. Finally, he thought.

The quartermaster took a fistful of Edward’s sandy hair and yanked him forward, his cheek rubbing his cock with the blonde scruff. Edward moved his right hand up to caress Adewale’s shaft, a gross smirk lining his face.

“Your definition of rough is to hold my face near your crotch?” he taunted, his fingers sliding up and down the veiny mast. “Mate, I never took you to be a milksop but—”

“Move your fingers,” Adewale commanded.

“What? You don’t even want me to touch y—”

The second Edward’s hand moved Ade wrenched Edward’s mouth down his girth and to the base of his dick. The motion was so swift it caught the usually cunning and bombastic sailor off guard. Edward almost choked with the head deep in the back of his throat, releasing a yelp-like moan from between his lips and Adewale’s skin.

Adewale shot a toothy grin at Edward when he peered upwards like some guilty dog. “Ah, peace and quiet.”

Edward moaned in annoyance at Ade’s words, making him cackle and continue mocking his captain as he held Edward’s head to pull his lips back and forth across his foreskin.

“Look at you, not so proud anymore,” he crowed. “To think, someone as stubborn and headstrong as you just needed something in your mouth to quit your griping,” Adewale smacked Edward’s ass, making him let out a muffled grunt. “Arch your back.”

Not exactly happy about Adewale’s new, sadistic attitude—even though he did ask for it—but still curious to what his friend was capable of, Edward followed his demand. He stretched his back, pushing his chest into the mattress and his hips into the air. Adewale took Edward’s hands behind him, holding them against Edward’s spine with one palm and tying them using his bandana with the other. Ade then spat into his left hand and began working the pirate’s perked ass, sliding his moist middle and ring finger into Edward. He half-purred upon the finger’s entrance, pushing back against Adewale’s knuckles and trying to take his mouth off Ade’s shaft to catch his breath.

Adewale grinned smugly, keeping Edward breathless by controlling him like a puppet, holding the back of his head by his hair, slowly stroking his head back and forth across his cock. He pressed his fingers in deeper, Edward’s bound hands itching to rub himself empty.

“Captain, does this really tickle your fancy that much? I have not even touched your cock, y’know, and yet,” he stuffed his other two fingers inside Edward, making him groan frustratedly and dig his nails into his palms, “you are hard as rock and squeezing my fingers.”

Edward felt his cheeks turn hot, half opening his eyes and watching Adewale. He writhed his trussed wrists and whimpered, grinding his ass against Adewale’s fist, wanting to take it deeper and not caring about admitting it. The quartermaster pulled his dick out of Edward’s mouth, Edward panting lightly with drool dripping down his chin. Adewale took his fingers out of his friend then shoved Edward down onto the puffy sheets of the bed.

On his back with his arms still locked behind him, Edward bit his lip to stifle a yelp from the strain on his shoulders and elbows. Not completely heartless, Ade moved Edward’s hands to above his head so he could lay more comfortably, spread eagle in front of his best mate. Adewale caressed Edward’s tip expertly between his left thumb and fingers, leaning in to whisper in his ear:

“Are you still certain you wish to do this, Kenway? It is not the booze, right?” he asked, his warm breath tickling Edward’s ears.

Edward smiled. “How gentlemanly of you, Ade!” He cocked his head to stare into Adewale’s eyes. “Fuck me.”

Adewale smiled warmly before kissing him, still keeping his fingers steadily caressing his friend. Impatient as he is, Edward bit Ade’s lip, causing his mouth to open. Edward slipped his tongue into Adewale’s mouth, rubbing his knee against Ade’s groin. He pulled at the cloth binding his wrists, trying to loosen the grip so he could properly embrace his quartermaster, but, alas, he wasn’t getting off that easily.

Adewale shifted away from Edward to kiss his neck, slowly trailing down his body to kiss his clavicle, his chest, his naval, and finally—

“Wait, are you actually going to blow me?!” Edward gasped, writhing about, trying his best to sit up while Ade’s unused hand held him down.

He chuckled slyly, shaking his head. “I have other plans, cap’n.”

He lifted Edward’s legs over his head, pushing him into a contorted arch shape, Ade beginning to jerk himself off. He kneeled behind Edward, his dick brushing against Kenway’s ass. Edward looked nervously at Adewale, noticing that he was now in the position to be staring down the barrel of his own cock. Adewale grabbed Edward’s ass, grinding himself against his rump, switching his hand to jerk off Edward.

Seeing that he was increasingly becoming more aroused, blood rushing both to his pelvis and his head from being half upside down, Edward braced himself, knowing it was going to be messy.

Edward gulped, struggling to look Adewale in the eye. “Ah—Ade, I’m gonna come.”

His hips bucked and his toes curled, shutting his eyes and biting his lip as he came, his cum dripping down his chest and sticking to his face in warm, white strings.

Chagrined, he hesitated to look at Adewale. Cumming on yourself isn’t exactly a way to avoid humiliation, especially when your partner’s barely done anything yet. Nevertheless, he opened his eyes, surprised to see Adewale scowling at him.

“Truly, cap’n, I thought you would have more endurance than this,” he groused, shaking Edward’s legs off of him. Ade grabbed his throat to hold him, Edward’s rear resting over his lap, his back arching away from the mattress. Adewale leaned in, swiping his fingers over Edward’s cum then putting them in Kenway’s mouth. “It’s pathetic, really, sir.”

The captain spit Adewale’s fingers out of his mouth and choked out, “Let’s see how you do, mate.”

“Gladly.”

Adewale stuffed his cock into Edward forcefully, making him moan loudly and send shivers through his nerves. Ade pushed his tip deep inside him, still keeping his grip strong on Edward’s neck as he thrusted almost completely out of Edward before slamming back in. Adewale moved his hands onto Edward’s shoulders, pressing him into the bed while his legs wrapped around Ade’s back. The constant ruthless motion started pissing Edward off. How the hell had he not come yet? It’s like Adewale was drugged, he wasn’t slowing down anytime soon, so the captain decided to finally set a pace.

“Fucking cunt,” Edward grumbled through gritted teeth, flexing himself to squeeze Adewale, wriggling his hands out of the bandana and pulling Adewale down against him.

Edward clawed his brawny shoulder blades, kissing Adewale and holding him close. A groan rolled out of Ade’s throat as he came in Edward. When their lips parted, the captain was beaming.

“Ha!” he said, flashing an arrogant smile.

“This ain’t a competition, Edward,” Adewale huffed, rolling his eyes. “Now flip over, captain.”

Edward laughed but otherwise obeyed, resting on his hands and knees, arching his back to emphasize his shape. “What trick do ya got now, mate? It’s not like this is the first time I’ve been in this position.”

“Like I need to hear about your days as a punk right now, Kenway.”

“Aw, you afraid I’ve had it better? Mate, are you feeling inferior?”

“Shut the hell up, jagabat.”

“Make me.”

Adewale pushed Edward’s face into the pillows, sliding his cock into him again. He fed Edward’s ass long, deep strokes, keeping him short of breath smothered in the sheets. Being a diver, it took a lot to get Kenway squirming, but with the combined lack of air and thrusting he was soon writhing and trying to persuade Adewale to loosen up his death grip by grinding his ass against him. He started seeing stars, hitting the bed with his fists and trying to break free of his grip. When Edward’s struggling started dying out, Adewale finally released his grip, the blonde flipping his head to gasp for air, coughing, his ribcage heaving to take in as much as possible. He flinched when Ade placed his hands on his neck, purring, however, when Adewale began rubbing his shoulders soothingly, slowing his pace while he leaned down to kiss Edward’s neck. Edward clutched the sheets tightly, breathing heavily, Adewale touching his chest to his back. He bit his captain’s shoulder, making him moan and curl his fingers, reaching around to rub Adewale’s neck.

Adewale made is way to Edward’s erection, stroking him tentatively, still kissing him. Edward bit his lip, his breath at last caught, giggling like a school girl when his corner gaze met Ade’s.

“What is so funny, Edward?” Adewale asked, stopping briefly.

“I… I can’t believe how good you are at this, Ade,” he grinned, “Really, is there anything you’re bad at, mate?”

“Probably,” he said, going back to work on Edward.

“Mm… Great, you’re humble, too,” Edward said, his cock trembling like his fingertips.

Adewale stopped his smooching to nip at Edward’s skin again. Edward felt himself flush red, his heart beat quickening as he came once more, this time into his friend’s hand. He compressed Ade as he came, making Adewale embrace Edward as he came. Edward took the hand he came into and sucked on the fingers as he flipped onto his back when Adewale pulled out.

“God, you are nasty, Edward,” Adewale grimaced, taking his fingers out of Kenway’s mouth.

“Wha—? You made me do the same thing earlier, mate!” Edward pulled Adewale back on top of him. “What the hell’s the difference?”

“You did it twice, breddah, that is the difference,” he replied.

Edward rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

The two kissed, Ade clutching Edward as he rolled over, making him lay on top of him. He rubbed Edward’s lower back after the kiss, Edward nuzzling his head under Ade’s chin, listening to him breathe softly. His heart beat lulled the captain to sleep, his gentle hand soothing Edward’s sore back. Adewale settled his back into the mattress, softening his breathing as he too closed his eyes and drifted off.

Daylight trickled through the tall dusty windows, creating bright shapes on the men’s sleeping bodies. The glow shone over their eyes as tropical birds chirped outside, stirring Adewale from his sleep. He groaned, rubbing his eyes in his palms and looked down at the dreaming Edward. He smiled at the sight of the calm captain, brushing his locks from his face. Edward shifted slightly on Ade’s chest before opening his eyes, yawning, then grinning at him.

Edward put his head on his hands and sighed. “G’mornin’, Ade.”

“How are you feeling, Edward?” he asked.

“Heh, a little sore, but that’s nothing new,” Edward sat up and stretched his arms, sitting on Ade’s lap, mind you they were both still nude. “Honestly, mate, I feel I could go again.”

Adewale raised a brow as Edward rocked back over his groin. “Are… are you trying to set the mood again, cap’n?”

Edward simply smirked and shrugged, winking at him with his devious, icy eyes. “How ‘bout it?”

“It’s dawn, cap’n, the crew will be coming up here soon enough—”

“With the hangovers they gave themselves last night? We’ll be lucky if they show up before noon,” Edward let his hands explore Ade’s scarred torso before climbing to his neck, “and ‘sides, I told them last night to unload the frigates as soon as they arrive. We’ve time aplenty.”

“No, we do not, Edward,” Adewale removed Edward’s hands from his shoulders, holding him by the wrists. “They will see us if we start again.”

“Good for them.”

“Edward.”

“What if we closed the curtains, hm? And closed the door? And, if us not having time is what is bothering you, maybe we could switch positions, eh? We already learned, after all, that you last far longer than I do, mate,” Edward let Adewale hold his wrists while he desperately tried reasoning with him. “Or, I could ride you, or I could just suck you off again.”

The quartermaster shook his head. “Really, Edward? Are you in heat?”

Edward laughed. “No, I just like satisfaction and I know, mate, that we won’t get an opportunity like this once we’re on deck.”

“You have the captain’s quarters, Edward, we could do it in there.”

“On a dusty old desk? With creaky doors to keep back any noise? Ade, I’d rather a shark bite my cock off,” he grumbled.

“You sure ‘bout that?”

“Aye.”

Adewale tossed the idea around in his head of what Edward had said. “Fine, close the curtains. And the door. I do not want to do much so if you are riding me make it quick.”

Edward’s eyes lit up. “Oh, believe me, after yesterday I will be fast.”

“Charming.”

The captain immediately went to work, shutting the door and curtains, then returning to the bed to give Ade a hand job while kissing his clavicle. Edward let his free hand glide over Adewale’s bare chest, eventually stopping to pinch his nipples, making the larger man grunt. He blew in Edward’s ear, making him flinch, caressing the small of Edward’s back when Kenway moved down to suck Ade’s nipple. Adewale winced when Edward bit him but soon the pain faded to pleasure, his blood feeling like it was swirling in his body.

Ade gazed down at Edward, whose back arched, putting his rump on full display. He watched his body move in a lustful motion, eager to please, making gentle noises that almost came across as delight. Edward pulled back, going to blow Adewale instead of playing with his chest, but Adewale stopped him.

“Rot, what is it now, mate?” Edward growled, glaring up at him.

“I want you on top of me,” he replied.

This took Edward off guard. “You what?”

“I want you above me. I want us both to experience this, together.”

Stunned but nevertheless overjoyed, Edward clambered over Adewale, swinging his left leg to the other side of Ade’s neck. Kenway let his head hang down to look at his friend under him. He grinned, his blonde hair framing his face.

“How’s this, mate?” he asked.

“Almost,” Adewale yanked Edward’s pelvis down so his round ass was truly in full view, “perfect.”

Edward blinked in disbelief as the quartermaster put his tongue to his pink ring, teasing the skin between it and Edward’s scrotum with his left thumb, the right thumb stroking the soft ring’s skin. Kenway rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “And you said I was nasty.”

Regardless, Edward still put his lips to Adewale’s tip, pressing his tongue around the head’s rim. He slid his mouth down the shaft, the engorged cock reaching deep into the back of his throat. Edward groaned past the mouthful, feeling Ade twitching in his jaws, his own member getting excited from his lower half being toyed with. As for Adewale, he, too, was becoming increasingly turned on, holding Edward’s lower back with his forearm while still eating out his captain. He raised his hips slightly as to not choke Edward but still force him to take it further.

The two men began breathing heavier, moaning passionately as they came near coming. Edward made sure his mouth was around Adewale’s cock as to control the mess. Ade gripped Edward’s thighs as he came, his captain swallowing the milky liquid as it sprayed itself throughout his mouth. Edward pulled his mouth away from Adewale’s dick, making a victorious sucking noise that rattled the quartermaster’s ears. It irritated him, the sound more obnoxious from this angle. He moved his face away from licking him, driving his fingers into his wet ass to stroke Edward’s prostate. Edward moaned loudly, his elbows giving way, his hips bucking and his cock shooting white ropes onto Adewale’s chest to contrast his dark skin.

Adewale shoved Edward off of him to the side. “Are you satisfied now, cap’n?”

“Not quite, mate, I think the least I can do for you is clean up your chest,” Edward smiled.

He leaned over Ade, licking his chest free of the splatter. When he was done, Adewale shook his head. “Well, I have learned what your favorite ‘sauce’ is.”

“What? It came out of my body, mate.”

Edward sat on the edge of the bed, Adewale smacking his back after his last remark. Ade joined him, kissing him on the cheek then resting his head against Edward’s.

“I love ya, Ade,” Edward sighed with his eyes half shut.

“Feeling is mutual, cap’n,” Adewale said softly. The two stayed leaning against each other for a good while afore standing up. “Come on, I think we should get dressed now.”

“Aye, agreed.”

After they pulled on their pants and boots, footsteps were heard thumping across the hardwood floor. There was a single knock before two inferior crew members swung open the bedroom door.

“Capt—ah! You’re both here! Why?” one of the men asked with a furrowed brow, looking the shirtless men up and down.

Edward and Adewale made brief, nervous eye contact then Edward stated, “Well, last night Ade showed me how a blunderbuss worked and it was too late for him to head to the guest house so we slept in the same bed.”

“You… both laid in… the same bed?” one questioned.

Adewale huffed. “What, you think this bed is unreasonable for two men to sleep in?”

“The bed’s huge, lads,” Edward pointed out, ignoring the fact that last night they slept on each other.

“Ah, uh! Sorry, sirs!” the flustered sailors apologized. “We just came to let ye know we unloaded the frigates and are waitin’ for your word for what to do with the cargo.”

“Hmm, shall we, mate?” Edward grinned, looking to Ade.

Adewale nodded, pulling on his shirt and vest. “Aye. Let us go.”

The two crewmen led their superiors out of the estate. Just out of earshot, Adewale slapped Kenway’s ass hard. The captain turned, smirking, but shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Still enjoying the view, huh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ade smiled cheekily. “Still against the idea of sex in the quarters?”

Edward chuckled then winked. “We’ll see.”

[terraclae]

Caer's remembrance

In which Arodan has his first real interaction with a scout he had yet to speak to. 

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'You. You with the scruffy face.'

Arodan looked up from his desk curiously, seeing Caer standing in the library's doorway. 'Afternoon. Can I help you?'

'No. I am just keeping watch.' She said. She didn't particularly look like someone who didn't have questions. 'I'm just making sure you don't decide to run off again.'

'Miss, I have alcohol-' He held up a bottle of castle brewed mead. 'I think I'll be fine as long as your people provide me a bed and a job. I'm just passing the time.' He shot her a look and realized he must have looked really tired.

'That is what worries me. It makes you impulsive.' Caer finally entered and quietly closed the door behind her. If Arodan thought about her he thought about ghosts, how she was pale like one and cold like the dead. 'Give it to me.'

'No, it was a gift.' He immediately dropped the bottle in a drawer and shut it with haste. 'Listen, this is a place of quiet encapsulated solitude, so either you grab a book and do it honor, or leave.'

'Since when is this your castle?'

'I'm the librarian and said nothing about owning this castle.'

Caer quietly glanced over Arodan, settling on his eyepatch again. 'You willing to share that brew kid?'

'Why?'

He wasn't sure how she managed to move a chair over to his desk without even as much as a scrape. When she sat down, it was with a deep rattling sigh that might have been the first noise he heard her make. 'Shit's tough kiddo.'

'Woah, mind your language.' Arodan said, slamming his journal closed and stuffing it in his bag as if he was in the company of a small child. 'I didn't think you'd swear-'

'What, didn't expect it? I'm cranky, Librarian.' She held out her open hand. 'Pass me the mead.'

'Fine.' Arodan grunted, slowly pulling the bottle out of the drawer again. He looped one finger through a teacup in it, placing it before Caer. 'I don't have any more glasses so you will have to make do with this.' And he gave her a hefty teacup full of mead. 'So, what's rough?'

'The strategists. King Balam. The fact there's going to be an enemy at our doors with massive power in their hands. Whatever Kassa is excited about.' She picked up the teacup, her pinky sticking out as if it was a far fancier brew contained within. 'I would be lying if I said this hasn't happened before. You can see by me sitting here that we are still very much alive. But every battle we have to wage is a gamble of fifty-fifty chance.'

'That sounds gloomy.'

'That's war.'

'... Have you always had this occupation?' Arodan asked, eyeing Caer. Looking at her, she seemed to have several scars on her neck only barely visible over the lining of her winter coat. ‘I mean, you seem pretty battle hardened.'

'Aye.' She took a swig of her drink. 'I used to be a wandering mercenary actually, a sellsword. I took whatever job necessary, because it made money and if you're under someone's employment already then you're virtually safe from being dragged to the fighting pits.' She set down her cup and it barely made a clink. Arodan was at this point fascinated how she did that. She pulled the sleeve of her coat up and showed the remnants of a nasty scar left running across her arm. It looked as if someone had attempted to hack it off but failed spectacularly. 'I'm proud of this one actually. The others are meh, but this one means a lot to me.'

'How can you be proud of a scar?' Arodan asked, rubbing his bad eye as if on impulse. 'What did you do to get it?'

'I protected my future mate from robbers.' She grinned, pearly white teeth almost seeming to glint as bright as a small sun. 'I have another on my lower back too and that's hers. She made that scar.' She rubbed her back tenderly and swore it was almost as if the arrow was there again. 'She's a guardian to this little piece of paradise in the Viridian Labyrinth. I was sent there to steal this dumb artifact thing and I ended up getting my heart stolen instead.'

'What's she like?'

'You know those sort of people you see, and just go, oh they're completely out of my league?' Caer started, and Arodan nodded in response. 'That was her, that's Alchemilla, my Milly. I knew it the moment she pointed her bow at me.' She looked fondly into her mead. 'Weird huh? I fell in love with her on first sight and she didn't even trust me for a long time.'

'I don't know. With how many times I've seen others pine, love and be loved in heartfelt ways one could argue it's almost like fate.' Arodan sipped absentmindedly and who came to mind first had been Her Humble Majesty's ship doctor. In the few quiet words they had shared it was apparent she held a deep but uncertain love for a girl overseas she could only hope felt the same.

It had been strangely hopeful.

'I don't like the word fate, but yeah, something like that.' Caer mumbled. 'You know, I think it was her smile that just had my heart completely melting into a pathetic pile of goo.' She made a downwards gesture with her hand and waved her fingers. 'She first smiled at me when I confessed what I was sent to do, and said that she knew. As if she already knew I couldn't do it anymore because of her and she was just waiting for me to admit that.'

'So….?'

'I mean, she's my mate now, so you know how that story ended.'

'Why are you here then?'

Caer paused, brought her hand up to her chin, and immediately downed all of her mead. 'I was born here, in Paramo. I left when I was young and foolish, I wanted more. I didn't know what the world was like back then.' The mead had left a thin film of foam in her cup that she now focused on. 'Back then I only thought of this city as belonging to the old and deceased. Did you know this city and this castle are said to have been here before dragons even existed?'

'Sounds like a bunch of hot air.' Arodan said.

'Yeah, right?' A laugh with a similar rattling timbre to it escaped her. 'But the gist of it was, I left this city as soon as I was old enough with two rules in my mind: One, do not get yourself caught by fighting pit recruiters, second, march on your own terms. I still abide by those rules but they sure hardened my heart those early days.' She smiled again, a softer and more reclusive smile this time. 'Got mashed right open by Milla.'

'I'm happy for you. Being in love sounds nice.' Arodan absentmindedly answered, staring down his own mead.

'You should try it sometimes. Maybe it'll soften you up.'

'No thanks.' He felt a hint of humor in her voice and it was nice, unexpected. It starkly contrasted the first impression he had gotten from her. '... What are the fighting pits? I don't think I have ever heard of it.'

'Ah. Yes.' She held out her teacup for Arodan to refill. 'The technical name is Striker's Dome. It's this big underground complex where rich people throw their best fighters in the ring to duke it out. Thing is, a lot of the fighters aren't folks who signed up to be there, they're poor sods who got abducted and forced to fight.' She took a good moment or two before she continued, sipping her drink as if it would make her talk better when she full well knew it didn't, not for her at the least. 'People who are so far gone thanks to that awful place often come here because the things that were drilled into their heads meant no one else would have them. You know how it is.'

'Yeah.' This time it seemed Arodan's turn to down his drink in one go and suddenly felt very old. 'How come I've never heard of it?'

'Listen, these folks think they're running a good thing here, so they'll do anything to keep it safe. If that means keeping it alive on word of mouth they'll have it. The only place it is well known in is in the city of Glasir.' Caer spat her words with disdain and turned away from Arodan. 'Goddamn Striker. What a freak.'

'Is that the figure who runs this business?'

'Sorta. He's the co-owner, got the Dome named after himself.'

'I see.' He glanced at his journal momentarily. What self respecting person names a place like that after themselves? 'How do you know this much about it if you've never been there?'

‘I've never been in the pit. That doesn't mean I haven't been in the dome as a spectator.’ That seemed the end of their conversation and Arodan didn't feel the particular need to ask Caer more. In silence they drank and soon Arodan realized he actually really desired the company. In times like these everyone seems fearful and it came to him that must have been what Caer had wanted from him.

‘You know-’

He perked up. ‘Yes?’

‘You don't seem bad kid. I don't trust you, but there's something to your eyes.’ Caer remarked, setting an empty cup down on Arodan’s desk. ‘No wonder King Balam gave you a chance.’

‘I haven't been here long enough to call my shot already. I haven't proven myself yet.’ Arodan finished his own glass and set it down, a warm buzz washing over him. ‘I know Balam doesn't trust me yet. And that he wants me to feel at home despite that.’ He leant on his hand, his bad eye buried in his palm. ‘I don't understand why he tries. This could have been so much easier.’

‘The man has a good, chargeless heart aight.’ She reached out to pat Arodan's shoulder who immediately shot up with an incredulous look. ‘Also you have a nice face so that helps you fall in his favor.’

‘Okay, first…’ He lowered his voice to a whisper just in case anyone was listening. ‘King Balam doesn't have a charge? And second, how is having a nice face going to help me?’

‘I thought it was obvious. The man looks like he's always searching for something, gods. Only a chargeless guardian looks that longingly.’ She took a deep breath and wore a grin that hid annoyance. ‘As for your second question, our king gets up to mischief sometimes. Mischief in play, mischief in romantic pursuits. It doesn't interfere with his job but isn't stifled either.’

‘No, it wasn't obvious to me.’ He wasn't sure what he should be focusing on first. It was too late to suppress the blush on his cheeks and managed to cool himself by thinking he had only really spoken twice to the king in long conversations with small conversations interspersed. Nothing to get flustered over. ‘So… Is there no risk in him leaving then to find his charge?’

‘He loves Paramo too much to do so. He once said he might if he passes the mantle to his children but I know he's just hoping it's one of the many antiques he imports or someone who comes walking in.’ She answered. ‘He won't leave. This city means too much to him.’

‘That's reassuring.’

‘It's the little things.’ She moved to hold up her empty cup in a joyful gesture once again. ‘Anyway, I should go. Can't be getting drunk now.’

‘I am. I'm a lightweight it seems.’ He watched as she got up and left the chair where she had dragged it. ‘See you around I guess.’

‘You got it.’ She pat Arodan’s head. ‘Thanks for talking with me kiddo. I needed that. It's nice to talk about my missus like that.’

‘Same sentiment-’

‘Don't tell anyone though.’ Her eyes darted between the empty bottle of mead and Arodan's gaze. ‘If anyone asks, I wasn't here or I was here to yell at you. Okay?’

Arodan said nothing but a finger rose to his lips in the universal sign of people who didn't snitch on their new allies. ‘Goodbye miss Caer. Don't close the door too loudly as you leave.’

Caer shrugged, and left silent as ever. The only thing that'd might reveal her was her funny-looking grin that glinted in the dark of the halls.

Caer genuinely couldn't tell if she was far away enough, and fair enough, he didn't really care. His head gently buzzed and he flipped his journal open. ‘There. Swear words. Happy, Mimir?’

‘I will soon know many more.’ The journal wrote in bright gold on a new blotch of black. It seemed almost vaguely threatening. ‘Mimir though?’

‘Yes, that's your name now. You posses a sentience of your own, so you deserve a name right?’ He started to write in the journal on an empty page, detailing his day. ‘That name came to me.’

‘I like it.’ Appeared on the left page Arodan wasn't writing on. ‘Mimir. Miiiiimir. Mim.’

‘Stop that.’

‘I love it.’ The book scribbled. ‘Thank you.’ Finally  the journal ceased writing on its own.

Arodan didn't respond with anything beyond a thin smile, and continued to record his thoughts and progress of that day as if his life depended on it.