"She'd never allow herself to be held by such mundane things as iron bars and a reinforced door."

-Patricia Briggs

To say your head hurt would be a gross understatement.

Your entire being felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out as you laid in the bed, forehead beaded with sweat as you slowly opened your eyes, blue iris' glowing beneath the dim light of the cabin.

You paused, body shooting up as your eyes widened.

Wrong move on your part.

You instantly fell back as pain shot through your head, body bouncing against the mattress.

"Don't get up too fast."

You felt a smile pull on the corners of your mouth at the familiar voice that filled the air, a cool, damp towel coming to rest on your forehead.

"Well, look who decided to join the party," You rasped, slowly opening your eyes to look at the raven-haired man. "You're a little late. The fun just ended."

Writer frowned, patting the damp towel gently as he stared down at you, curls falling over his silver eyes.

"When will you stop trying to get yourself killed?" He asked.

You hummed.

"Probably around the time when you stop putting me in worlds where everyone wants to kill me."

Writer paused.

"Touche."

You chuckled, allowing your body to relax into the pillow for the first time since waking up.

If it were anyone else in the room with you, you'd be tense and on edge, waiting for the moment when they'd use your weakness against you...But Writer hadn't proved himself to be your enemy and you took some solace in that.

"How did you make it past the crew?" You asked weakly.

"Inter-dimensional being, remember?"

"Right." You popped. "I suppose I'd forgotten about that."

He smiled at you, his hand gently stroking your forehead.

"That mark is beginning to take it's toll on you, isn't it?" He sighed. "You look awful."

You laughed, giving him a dirty look.

"You're no spring chicken either," You deadpanned. "I mean, who walks around looking perfect like that all the time? It's so overrated."

Writer grinned.

"That isn't what I meant." He stated. "You're very beautiful, I just meant you looked a bit si-"

"Did you just call me beautiful?" You teased.

He froze, body stiffening.

You smiled as you watched the familiar golden blush spread across his cheeks, getting darker as it reached the tip of his ears.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He denied, pulling his hand away from you. "Your fever must have gotten the better of you for a moment."

You poked his arm.

"You think I'm beautiful." You beamed. "You said it yourself! You're even blushing! The great inter-dimensional being is blushing!"

He swatted your hand away.

"That doesn't mean anything!" He said. "I only came here to check that you were alright, but seeing as how you haven't lost your sense of humor, I can assume you are safe. So I will take my leav-"

"Don't go." You pouted, pulling his sleeve childishly. "I'll let you stare at my beautiful face for a while, if you want."

He fumbled for words, the golden blush deepening as his silver eyes avoided your blue iris'.

"I can see that won't be going away anytime soon." He mumbled.

You shook your head at him, smiling.

"For the record," You started, catching his attention. "I think you're beautiful too."

He paused for a moment before a soft smile fell on his features.

"My form my be attractive," He started. "But I am not beautiful...Not truly. Beauty comes from within, remember?"

You frowned at his response, slowly sitting up, which had the raven-haired man moving towards you to make sure you didn't fall back again, his silver eyes etched with concern.

You smiled softly at the closeness, placing your hand in the center of his chest, the coolness of his skin soothing the ache in your body.

His eyes widened at your actions, but he did not flinch away, not even as you slowly leaned closer, lower your voice to a whisper.

"Why else do you think I said that?" You asked softly, eyes clashing against his. "Your heart is as beautiful as your face, even if you don't see it...I do. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...and I am beholding you right now, Writer and you are beautiful."

He inhaled deeply, flinching back as you leaned forward, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"I told you not to do that!" He yelled, annoyed. "You tricked me!"

You laughed, clutching your stomach.

"You should have seen your face!" You laughed happily.

He huffed, profusely rubbing the spot you had kissed as he sent you a hard glare.

"You and your cunning." He grumbled out.

You watched as he leaned backwards, hand reaching behind him as he sneered.

"I shouldn't even give you this." He sighed out, extending a small vile towards you.

You tilted your head as you stared at it.

"What is that?"

He popped the cap off, watching as the liquid swirled in it's container.

"An elixir." He said. "It will help you heal faster and it should get rid of your headache."

You eyed the concoction warily.

"I don't think it likes me."

He rolled his eyes.

"It doesn't feel anything." He deadpanned. "It's a liquid. Just drink it."

You huffed, grabbing the vile from him and down the whole thing in one swing.

He smiled as you coughed violently, the taste not to your liking as you forced it down your throat.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" He mused.

You glared at him.

"Remind me again why you're here."

He smiled.

"I came to make sure you weren't dead, that fiasco with the mermaids was quite intriguing to watch." He sighed. "I told you I'd try to be around more. Knowing you, you'd take no assistance from these men and you'd push yourself to your limit, which would only make things worse, so I had t come and make sure you could be reasoned with."

You frowned at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I appreciate it."

He nodded.

"That action with the whip was entertaining." He hummed, remembering the moment fondly. "I didn't know you knew how to handle something like that."

"I didn't. I honestly just prayed that I'd be able to make it to the other side. It was probably a fluke."

Writer opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a door shooting open caused the words to stop in his throat.

"Captain!" Taehyung greeted, "I'm glad to see you're awake!"

you turned to look at writer, frowning at the empty seat he once occupied.

He was gone again.

"Are the other men alright?" You asked, raising your guard up once again.

Taehyung nodded his head, mint hair falling over his eyes.

"No one sustained any major injuries."

"And what is the condition of the ship? Did the cannons do too much damage?"

Taehyung paused, hesitating a moment before answering.

"She'll sail, but any stormy weather would not be survive easily."

You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair before pulling the covers off of your body and standing to your feet.

You were relieved to find that you were still wearing your clothes.

"I'll try to find a place for us to port, but it may be difficult with-"

"There's another thing, captain."

Your head snapped over to him, hands reaching for the long coat you'd begun to wear in the cold night air.

He swallowed, intimidated by your raised eyebrow.

"During all the chaos, we saw a man over board," He started nervously. "We thought he was one of our crew, but no one recognized him. We believe he may be a stow away."

"And?" You popped, grabbing your sword belt and latching it on. "What am I to do about that?"

"Some of the crew wish to gut him, but Bluebeard said that the decision is to be left up to you."

You huffed, grabbing your dagger and placing it in the waistband of your pants.

"He probably doesn't want any violence," You observed. "But he wants me to be the one to make the call so that the crew won't be angry with him, but me for allowing the boy to be spared."

Taehyung shook his head.

"I don't think you'll need to worry about the crew being angry with you," He smiled. "After how you saved us from the mermaids, everyone seems to be quite taken by you--they're calling you the Pirate Queen."

You blinked.

They liked you? That definitely wasn't something you'd expected.

"Take me to the boy."

He nodded.

The two of you left your cabin, walking out onto the dimly lit deck where some of the crewmates yelled your praises, sending up a toast in your honor as they sang and partied with one another.

You couldn't help but smile at their praises.

It felt good to be appreciated.

Taehyung led you down to the brig at the bottom of the ship.

Bluebeard and Jimin stood in front of a cell, Thomas cowering behind the older man as the two had a stare down, not speaking one word to each other.

"Where is he?" You asked, catching the two men's attention.

Jimin walked towards you, hand reaching out towards your body.

You smacked it away, giving him a warning look.

"Are you alright?" He whispered. "You were burning up when I-"

"I'm fine." You dismissed. "Now tell me about this stowaway."

"He was just floating in the sea," Bluebeard explained, eyes examining your state. "It was a great thing, what you did, Lass. My men have been writing chanties for ye all night."

You smiled at him.

"I need no chanties written for me," You said. "Now this boy. What happ-"

"Y/n."

You paused, skin crawling at the familiar voice, blue eyes widening as you slowly turned your head to peer into the cell.

Your heart sank.

Jeon Jungkook.

A/N,

DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!!!

*plays "For the First Time in Forever"*

I hope you've all enjoyed. To all those who ship WriterxY/n....I don't even know what to say. 😂

I love you.

I adore you.

I purple you.

I'm out.

-Max