"you good?" he breathes heavily as he looks down at you, hands on either side of your head. he pouts when you don't respond, before realizing you're honestly way too fucked out— he lowers his right arm to his elbow, using his left hand to wipe the drool from your swollen lips.
vane lets out a quick laugh, one of his earlier loads of cum seeping from your still-filled hole as he snaps his hips forward once, eliciting a whimper from you. "aayy, you're still alive 'n kickin' ahh? come onnn, look at me, babyyy.." he wraps his arms around your body, pressing his cheek against yours— his imaginary tail wagging.
"vane, it's t'much... too full..."
i mean, your tummy might be bulging a little buuutt..
"c'monnn, you can take all of me right? my dick is so hard.. and i know you wanna help me right??? riiiigghhhht???"
Warnings: spoilers for the story event 'Strength to Wield'.
Tags: fluff, comfort.
I love him okay? I wanna marry him
The whole training excursion went awry, leaving Vane with more questions than answers when he finally managed to carry the two boys back to the castle of Feendrache.
With both Arthur and Mordred safe and being treated for their injuries Vane could finally breathe. Finally sit down and reflect on what happened.
What would have happened if you didn't decide to join this adventure on a whim? You were key in the fight, protecting and commanding the younger knights that were with you at the time.
The knight grits his teeth, he still has such a long way to go if he wants to catch up to his friends.
Yet somewhere in his mind he knows that even Siegfried would have some trouble with the situation.
Vane flinches as he finally goes about removing his armor. The bruises are already forming on his skin. He sighs, as he looks at the now red bandage on his arm.
The wound you and your companions so diligently and carefully bandaged has obviously re-opened. The blood seeping and staining the white cloth red.
A knock on the door startles Vane a bit.
"Vane? Lancelot told me you were here, can I come in?"
For a moment Vane doubts. Somehow you seem to sense it, he notes that you always know the right thing to say and this time is no different.
"Vane… I understand you might not want to burden the infirmary right now, but at least let me check on you"
Honestly Vane just knows Lancy sent you because he knows Vane would let you in. Vane had trouble saying no to you after.
Vane nods at your request but realising you could not see him he quickly shouted 'come in'.
The wooden door creaks with the weight you put against it. You enter the room and after you close the door your gaze finally settles on the man before you.
Vane smiles and you frown.
"Yo cap' "
He always does this, putting up a brave face. Yet it hurts to see him like this.
"Vane…"
You start but you don't finish your sentence. You realize that a verbal scolding is not what the knight needs right now. It could wait.
As the bruises go from red to blue already you get to work. Taking a seat in front of him, close enough you can feel the warmth radiating off his skin.
Vane obediently removes his shirt, showing more wounds, wounds he also got from taking hits that were meant for you. And for a moment you hesitate, the extent of his injuries would be much better suited for the healers at the infirmary.
"Ha ha ha, I hope it isn't to off putting Captain"
Your eyes fly up to meet Vanes' but the man before you is scratching his cheek almost nervously.
And without hesitation you tap the wound on his shoulder. Causing the knight to flinch and let out a hiss.
"Idiot. Do you even know how badly injured you really are?"
Vane quickly realises his worry is unfounded, yet he is shocked. Shocked at the worried frown on your face. Shocked at the unfallen tears in your eyes.
You are worried about him.
You are worried that your treatment won't be enough.
"I know"
You blink away tears as Vane responds. His tone is serious, his voice taking on a deeper and harder tone. You rarely hear Vane speak so seriously and you forget how deep the timber in his voice really is.
You want to ask why, why don't you go to the infirmary? Why treat the wounds yourself to begin with? Yet, you know the answers yourself. It is the same reason you hide your own injuries from the crew.
Your wandering thoughts and realisations stop as Vane reaches out to you and brushes a wayward tear away from your cheek before cupping the side of your face.
He couldn’t stand it, the cuts and bruises are one thing. But the pain he felt at your tear, you are crying. You are crying because of him.
The tips of his fingers are tangled in your hair and it is soft. The rustle of the strands make the scent of your shampoo reach his nose and he realises he is close.
Close enough to smell that slight fruity scent only few have been privy to.
"I trust you to take care of me"
You swear your eyes couldn't get wider as Vane says your name, not cap, not captain. Your given name.
Vane, feeling exceptionally brave, presses a chaste kiss on your cheek before resting his forehead against your own. Feeling the skin heat up beneath his own. And he smiles.
You want to scold the man before you. But you find that you can't. Not when he has his eyes closed and smiles like he has the sun in his hands.
So instead you scoff and grin before leaning in to steal a kiss from the unsuspecting knight before you. It is Vane turn to blush as his eyes open as quickly as your lips leave his.
Warm.
It feels warm as you push him upright. Vane feels warm as he wants nothing more than to feel your lips on his again. He feels warm as you start treating his injuries.
As the sun breaks through clouds, night gives way to day. Vane knows that if you are with him, everything would be alright, no matter what hardships that may come his way.
Hey there! Thank you for all your awesome writing. I have a headcanon request... Vane with a plus-size s/o who is fairly self-conscious about their body? Both SFW and/or NSFW is fine. Thank you!
Just so you know, nonnie, I don’t do NSFW at the moment. Maybe soon. But not now. Also as someone who’s plus size this requests makes me a bit happy.
He knows what it’s like to be self conscious and compare himself to others.
But you?? Why are you comparing yourself??? You’re absolutely perfect!!!
He absolutely adores you. Vane himsef isn’t one to care for looks, but he thinks you’re adorable. You are his lover after all, and he thinks you’re the best!
He sometimes doesn’t understand why you may feel nervous to try on an outfit in front of him or eat at certain times. He just won’t get that you’re thinking you’re too chubby. So you have to let him know how you feel, and he’ll understand right away.
He likes to cuddle you and snuggle you, your body is like a soft marshmallow to him!! Absolutely adores everything about you, the boy is just in love with you.
He’s a VERY supportive guy. If others comment on your body he’s quick to point out how rude it is and start listing off everything he likes about you (the list is so long you’re probably gonna be blushing by the end of it).
If you also feel like you want to lose weight (whether for personal or health reasons) he’ll gladly help you. He will happily help you and support you, and he won’t force anything on to you. But if you’re absolutely 100% serious on this, he’s in 100% too. He’ll make healthier meals for the both of you and encourage you to workout. He’s absolutely supportive during this time since he understands it can be quite difficult, but he’s with you all the way. This is something the two of you do TOGETHER.
Overall, just a good boy in love with you and is so ready to snuggle you at any moment. He just loves you a lot, so please don’t forget that!!!
Celeste had never really enjoyed sailing or the ocean for that matter. Celeste became one of the most notorious pirate captains in Nassau just to spite her ex- best friend and family. So now that she has returned will she forgive and forget the past or will she trudge it up to leave their futures in tatters.
➴ Summary: Now that he’s gone, Charles can’t keep making promises.
➴ Pairing: Charles Vane / Reader (2nd Pov).
➴ Warnings: Drinking, depression symptoms, death mention.
➴ Wordcount: 1132.
It had been a month, or two, or three. You had lost track of time. For you, night was morning and morning was night and it stopped when sleeping. Around, the world moved on, people kept falling in love and children were born. Nothing had changed for the rest of them.
For you, nothing would ever be the same. You couldn’t convince yourself to be a part of the world you lived in, no matter how hard you tried. You lived, but had died long ago.
You sat alone in a table, as far as possible from the people that looked and pitied you in silence because none of them were brave enough to approach your table. It was alright, though. It was what you wanted the most, to be left alone at last. To be ignored so no one could judge, and you could grief, and suffer, and weep as much as it was needed.
But as for now, all you did was drink. It was the second bottle and Max was looking worried from the bar, where Jack and Anne accompanied her with the same look on their faces. You didn’t notice Jack getting up from his stool and walking up to you. When he sat down and took the bottle, you looked up with a frown and sighed, preparing for another lecture.
“We haven’t talked in a while,” Jack spoke. His voice was soft and gentle, as it was expected from him. “I was wondering how’s it going?” He questioned, although it wasn’t his intention.
You grunted. “You know how, now give me the bottle back.” You tried to catch the bottle but he was faster and moved back in the chair, out of your reach. “Jack.”
You rubbed your face, it was starting to get hot. It felt like the room had shrunk and those who had been looking at you from afar had gotten closer. Their sadness, their whispers, it all felt so close you had trouble breathing. Or perhaps it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, it did not feel good. Your breaths were quick and erratic and you trembled. You had experienced a similar situation a few months back, right after the war when Idelle wanted to talk. The world had closed and trapped you inside a fire to die suffocating.
You never expected to know such pain, not after all that happened. But it was war, and when at war the unexpected must be expected. Trust was broken upon glances and even shadows were enemies under the right circumstances. Hiding, running and killing became a routine. It was impossible to escape from the consequences of being a pirate. Most people gave up, the thought of battle seemed to frighten them, and accepted the Governor and England, but James Flint couldn’t accept that, and to your despair, neither could Charles Vane.
I have to, it’s our home, he had said. You knew there was nothing that could stop him, he had set up his mind and he was going to follow Flint until them or England were dead. But it was wrong. You had a home, but it wasn’t Nassau, or an island lost in the middle of the ocean, or even a place. It had a name, a smile, and blue eyes.
And it was gone.
You heard Jack sigh and looked up, he was rubbing his face. But something seemed off, looking closer, there were noticeable tears running down.
You took his hand and smiled. “If I talk about this, that means he’s gone forever. That means there won’t be more promises, or bedtalk, or cuddles. We won’t laugh until the sun rises and make wishes upon the stars. There won’t be children, or grandchildren. No future. If I talk, if I accept it now, there’s nothing left for me. You understand?”
It was hard to explain, what was going on. You felt dead, but lived. You breathed, ate, drank and walked among the living, but no part of you was truly alive. And you knew it was hurting your friends, you knew none of them deserved to see you deteriorate to death, but what else was left to do? No passion, no love, no happiness. Just pain and a cursed existence.
“I understand,” he said. You frowned, he was upset and his voice cracked. He lost him too, of course. But it wasn’t the same. “You can’t do this,” he whispered. “You can’t drink each night to pass out, to death. You insult him, and he’d be ashamed. You come here, to drink and scream, and people look and then laugh. You think he’d want that?”
Your hand moved, not sure how. You weren’t thinking about hitting him, but it moved on its own accord. The slap made the room go silent and Anne got up from her chair and ran up to where you two were. She looked angrier than you’d ever seen her and, if you had cared at least a bit about your life, you would’ve been scared. But the cloud that darkened your days also forced you to not care whether they ended or not.
Anne reached the table, fuming. “What is wrong with you, bitch?” She roared. Jack sushed and made her sit down besides him. It took a few minutes, but the place started to move and people minded their own business.
“Did that help?” He asked as if he understood. And perhaps he did.
You hadn’t noticed, just like when he started weeping but the tears blended with his glistening skin and you had attributed it to the alcohol and the weather. But it wasn’t the rum or the sweat. What ran down your face in that moment were tears. A promise travelled with each one of them, disappearing when it hit the table, to never come back.
“No.” Nothing helped. You were going insane. “I’m scared, and I’m lost.”
“So come back ashore,” Anne spoke. You and Jack looked at her surprised. Of all the things Anne was, she had never been mistaken as a good adviser. “You’re a ship, lost in the sea. Your Captain is gone, and it hurts and we know, but the storm isn’t going to bring him back or take you to him. Is going to drown you, and you can’t let that happen. He made his choice, and he did so because he wanted you two to have a home and not have to spend your lives running in fear. Don’t make his death worthless now by become a different person than the one he loved. Come back ashore, and honour your Captain.”
Come back ashore and honour your Captain. Those words made the storm look less frightening than before. Maybe it was the time to fight back.
AN: Sorry this took so long, it’s been sat on my computer for ages half finished and i just haven’t found the imagination to edit it and get it finished. I’m still not completely happy but don’t think i can change it anymore.
You’d learnt quickly that Vane hadn’t been kidding about the large ring on your finger. It had lasted about 10 mins before you quickly took off the diamond and hid it in the only safe place you could think of, in the top of your dress.
As prisons went yours wasn’t too bad. You were being held in a tent of all places. Not you would have guessed the most secure of cells but you’d equally soon discovered you were in fact much safer in the tent than you were outside in the camp. Surrounded by the lecherous glances of pirates and philanderers. You’d very quickly decided that the tent was in fact where you wanted to be and you didn’t even require the guards outside to keep you in.
The biggest problem you had was the unbearable amount of time you had to think.
Think about everything, the lack of communication from your father, betrothed and anyone from your previous life had been expected but still you’d hoped. With the days passing though and no letters received your brain had started to flick to what exactly the pirates were going to do with you. The day you were going to find that out was soon approaching.
The front flaps of the tent were roughly pulled open and a visibly angry Captain Vane appeared in front of you.
You clasped your hands tightly into fists, nails digging into your palms as you stared at him.
Time, you guessed, was up.
“I did try to tell you…” you started softly but tapered off when burning blue eyes met your own.
“That you weren’t worth any money, yes I know that pet” he took a few quick steps forward and grabbed your arm yanking you the rest of the way into his body. “I don’t recall ever telling you though that what I wanted was money for you”
Your eyes widened at that, shock clouding your face. “What else?”
“What else indeed”
A devil’s smile took up residence on his face as he let go of your arm, you didn’t move away from him though trapped in the look in his eyes. Vane’s eyes had flicked down to your hand.
“Where’s the ring gone love?”
Your mouth had gone dry and the tone in his voice was sending some sort of tingles through your body. “I got rid of it”
“Clever girl”
Taking a deep breath, you managed to find your voice again “If not money then what do you want from me Captain Vane?”
“Finally,” the smile if anything was getting larger “a question you maybe should have asked a long time ago pet?”
“I’m asking it now”
All of a sudden the smile vanished and Vane took a step away from you. His expression had changed once more, this time he simply looked serious. Waving a hand at the bed for you to sit. When you didn’t he sighed and with a grunt of annoyance simply pushed you down as he started to pace.
You watched him curiously, unsure what exactly was going through his brain.
Charles Vane was obviously an intelligent man and from the rumours surrounding him he was also a ruthless one. Those combination of traits put together made you highly nervous about what he was planning to do about you. A stupid and violent man you could have dealt with, they were predictable. Intelligent and violent though was a different combination altogether.
“Captain?” you ventured cautiously when perhaps ten minutes had passed of nothing but his pacing.
He stopped, staring at you before apparently making up his mind about something. “There’s a ship” he started “biggest loot I’ve ever heard of, Spanish galleon carrying war gold.”
“Ok...”
“I want that ship”
“I don’t understand”
The smile was back on one corner of his mouth. “Spanish war ships are the most heavily armed ships on the seas love”
This was evidently meant to explain something to you, unfortunately it did not and you still had no clue what he wanted from you.
Apparently he gathered this from your still blank face as frustration etched itself around his eyes. “I can’t exactly sail up to them and blow them out of the water. They over power the Ranger by more guns than I’d care to count”
“I still don’t see what this has to do with me”
“Why everything pet, and even more to do with that diamond on your finger”
“The diamond?”
“You love are respectable, a lady of class and breeding, that doesn’t happen around here all that often. Do you speak Spanish sweetheart?”
A horrible feeling of apprehension was starting to settle in your stomach. “A little”
“Then I suggest you ‘find’ that ring darling, you’re going to need it”
You felt sick and even though it hadn’t been before the edge of the diamond from your ring was stabbing into the skin of your chest. “You want me to help you steal this gold”
“A nice fine lady like you would never associate with pirates after all. With you on my arm I’d be able to walk right onto that ship”
“I can’t…”
“Course you can darling” he came closer once more leaning down to cup one side of your face, his mouth close to your own. Something dark moved behind his eyes as his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip. “Otherwise I guess we’ll be finding out just what my crew would do to you when they realise you’re worthless”
The bottom dropped from your stomach as you stared at him. There was not one inch of guilt on his face. He’d do it. He’d give you over to his crew with little thought to what they’d do to you.
You had no choice.
“If I help, if you get what you want… then you’ll let me go”
“I’ll deliver you into your betrotheds waiting arms myself”
You didn’t say anything else, didn’t have to, because you both knew that you had no choice. You had no choice but to do as he said and help him. The alternative to awful to think about.
Vane is ecstatic. To be the recipient of chocolates, of your praise, your affections.
"Is this really… for me? You're gonna give me something every year?"
Vane feels the emotions swell in chest, as your eyes crinkle and you lips turn up into a smile before you nod. So that would mean he could always expect a present. Not only this year, but every year afterwards.
Honestly the only thing grounding him is his spear and he grips the weapon a bit tighter.
Vane wants to say thank you, to show you properly how grateful he is. Yet in this moment he could only tear up at your gesture. You are a little surprised, the members of your crew don't usually cry when you offer them the chocolates.
Vane has always wears his emotions on his sleeve, but you didn't mean to make him cry during his training.
The vice captain notices your worried look and sniffles. He has to do something to soothe your worries, god he didn’t mean to make you worried. He is just so incredibly happy.
"I gotta be the luckiest guy in the skies!" Vane snobs out and you gently pat his shoulder. You let out a breath in relief, happy tears, he crying happy tears.
"You can't help but cry at this kinda of thing, you know?" Vane sniffles and looks down at you.
The tears stick to his lashes as he tries to blink them away, is it horrible of you to think that his glassy eyes look pretty? And he looks at you so fondly. Like you are his sun and moon, his world. You can feel the warmth spread from your cheeks to your neck and ears, almost as fast as your beating heart. It is unfair Vane is able to do this to you with the intensity of his gaze.
The words leave your lips before you have time to consider them.
"I will stay with you"
Vane blinks a couple of times, causing more tears to drip down his cheeks. Vane is ready to die from happiness. He is only standing by the sheer force of his will and the pure joy he feels. You are such a kind captain, such a kind friend, maybe even a kind...
"You'll stay with me until I calm down?" Vane asks. His mind reeling there was nothing else behind your words right? Because that is all it is, right? He wasn’t as cool or famous like Lancy or Percy. You couldn’t possibly...
Your hand twitches on his upper arm. Feeling the muscles underneath the cloth tense. Like the man before was unsure. But he has no reason to be.
Not when those bright blue eyes look at you, corners of those eyes slightly crinkles in joy. The biggest smile on those pretty lips and blonde hair slightly tousled from the wind and training.
The men in the sky realms and no right to be so handsome.
"Captain?" Vane asks gently, because the way look at him is getting him all hot and bothered. Star struck, all your attention on him, is that a blush on your cheeks? And your lips are parted ever so slightly, are you wearing gloss today?
Your undivided attention, all on him, and it feels good. Vane wants to scold himself. You aren't his alone, you are the captain of an infamous crew. The singularity, the one who has the respect of the most powerful beings and groups
But you, again, surprise him. Because before he takes another breath your small frame presses against him, your arms wrapping around his torso.
"It is okay" You whisper and gently start rubbing his back. Vane just can't help it, more tears spill from his eyes.
A loud clank makes you jump in shock but before you could even look Vane wraps his arms around you. One around your shoulder and one hand pressing against the small of your back locking you against him.
"Captain" the man sniffles and nuzzles the crown of your head. Taking in scent of your hair and you feel more than hear the happy grumble in Vanes' chest.
"I might take me the whole day to recover from this" Vane mumbles, feeling brave. He doesn't want to lose this feeling of warmth. The feeling of you pressed against his strong body.
The always strong and brave Captain is safe in his arms.
You smile, though you know he can't see it, and press your hands flat against his back. Wanting to drown is this feeling, in everything that Vane the wonderful man that he is.
"I will stay with you, today and all the days after."
Call me baby with the husband, Vane please!!! 💕💕💕 for a specific maybe the reader made pancakes idk how you'd fit that in but just a thought! thank you !!!
“And then you add the eggs, like this!” Vane smiled heartily as he watched you crack some eggs into a bowl of pancake mix.
“I didn’t mess that up, did I?”
“Nope, you’re doing good!” He clapped, and you sighed in relief. Learning to cook seemed daunting, and frankly, you were embarrassed you had struggled this much. Unsurprisingly, Vane was more than happy to teach you, and he was very nice regarding the whole situation.
And now, here you two were, making pancakes. Something as simple as a pancake. You couldn’t help but gulp and shakily mix the batter as Vane encouraged you and gave you advice.
You tried your best to listen to his words, but all you kept thinking of was how close he was, how he kept gently scooping your hands into his to help you cook, and how soft yet firm they were. You were in a daze and almost didn’t realize you had in fact poured some batter into the griddle until Vane shouted for you to flip it.
“W-What?!” You jumped, before flicking the spatula with the pancake into the air in a frenzy, causing it splat in the ceiling. “Ah...”
“Darn. Are you okay? You looked stressed.” Vane worriedly asked.
“I-I’m fine, I just...” you didn’t finish and hurriedly poured some batter into the griddle. “I’ll do this again.”
Vane nodded and watched you, and you were intent on doing this correctly. Recalling his previous advice, you stared at the pancake as it sizzled, before you flipped it over (gently this time). You would not mess this up. You would not embarrass yourself anymore than you already did, and damn it-you were gonna make Vane the greatest pancake ever!
You had flipped it over one last time before you gently put it on a plate. You embarrassedly placed it in front of Vane and looked at the floor.
“I hope you enjoy.” You murmured.
“I think I’ll enjoy it since you made it!” Vane laughed, and you gasped. He cut a small piece of it and chewed it, before he let out a large gasp and dropped his fork.
“Vane! Are you okay? Is that bad?” You cry, your face red from the shame of being that bad at cooking.
“What? No! Its the best I’ve ever had. I don’t know which I like more, you or this!” He smiled, a cute pink tinge on his cheeks.
“Like me..?” You repeated, and Vane froze.
“U-uh, yeah! Like! Yeah! You’re the coolest!” He awkwardly laughed.
“Me? You think I’m cool?”
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Vane asked curiously, cocking his head.
“Because like...you’re you...and I really like you...” he mumbled the last part as he averted his gaze and scratched the back of his neck. You inhaled deeply before you grabbed his hand.
“Well I like you too! And-and I’ll make more pancakes for you anytime!” You declared. Vane’s face turned red as he pressed you against his chest.
“So, since we both like each other, why don’t we make more pancakes?” He asked.
“Y-yeah.” You nodded. You looked up before you heard a loud splat, and saw that the first pancake you tried to cook had landed directly on Vane’s face. You covered your mouth before you let out a chuckle.
“Hey, it’s not that funny!” Vane shouted.
“It’s adorable!” You replied, before your chuckles became a full on guffaw. You couldn’t stop laughing at the randomness of the situation, and Vane laughed too before he scooped you into a hug.
“Come on, let’s clean this up and make some more pancakes. I’m starving.” Vane said as he calmed down.
“Let’s.” You agreed as you kissed him on the cheek.
