PLEASE READ: These two fan requests are canon, with the first written before they get married, and the second written after (not that it really matters for context!) The second one is a little bit ... spicy. So I am attaching an R16-18 warning to the 2nd part of this chapter only. Please use own judgement. There is implied nudity, but NO s*x or adult language.

I was a little bit conflicted about whether or not to post it as I wasn't sure if Obsidian was acting out of character ... but then I thought that these two, as married pirates, would definitely play this script out at some point xD

I recommend listening to this song for the first one! It's what I was listening to while writing.

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1. Cloak of Darkness

Circe still dreams of Obsidian's death occasionally.
Angst, love, and a touch of nostalgia.

( I was listening to the slowed/reverb version of 'Pieces' by Redand omg I got way too angsty and emotional I'm sorry)

The night was still, and the ship was silent, but Circe couldn't sleep.

She sat up in their bed, running one hand through her heavy golden curls as she attempted to shake the nightmare that had caused her to wake. It had been a bad one, they had been on top of Oroden Anar in the Elven Kingdom, and although those memories had not haunted her in some time, when they did, they were as clear as if they had happened merely yesterday.

Sighing, her other hand reached out to rest on Obsidian's chest, his steady breathing offering her comfort. Her gaze lingered on his sleeping face, and unable to help herself, she curled over him protectively, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she nuzzled her nose against his, her eyes slipping closed as she breathed him in deeply.

It was alright. He was right here in front of her. He was still alive.

But for some reason tonight she just couldn't shake the memory of that moment. The moment golden hellfire had raged down upon the only man she loved, scorching his existence from the earth in a matter of seconds. The rapidness with which her world had crumbled had been breathtakingly fast.
She felt the heat as clearly as if she were there, felt the strain in her throat as she had screamed in anguish, felt the ugly blistering of melting skin as she had reached into the flames in a pitiful attempt to salvage anything ... anything that was left.

Her eyes burned hotly now, stinging with unshed tears and she pulled away from him, unwilling to wake him. Trying to force down the lump in her throat, she slid out of bed on silent feet and grabbing his large coat from the hook by the door, she slipped out onto the moonlit deck.

She was being silly, she knew this. As she steadily climbed up the rigging towards the crow's nest, she berated herself in vain. Obsidian was alive. He was by her side every day, they lived on a ship after all. Everything had been resolved in a manner that she only could have dreamed of during that horrible time in her life.

She had been stripped of meaning once before, had loved and lost, been betrayed and left torn, scrambling to fit together pieces of her life that had no interest in connecting.

And now she was more fulfilled everyday than she had ever been in her entire life. She had everything she could have ever wanted. She loved without abandon, she made the most of every second, she tried to act without regrets – was it because of this, because she had so much, that she then felt so incredibly fearful of losing it all again?

The irrational fear had lingered within her for far longer than she had realised, and as she heaved herself up and over the side of the crow's nest she felt it catch up with her once again. She gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth as she suppressed a dry sob.

Why was she even crying? She wasn't really sure. But it felt good, and as the tears trickled down her cheeks she felt some of her anxiety leave with them. She tipped her head back with a sniff, wiping her eyes pointlessly as she gazed up at the stars.

It was a beautifully clear night tonight, and Circe would've been cold if it weren't for the thick black cloak that she had wrapped herself in. She snuggled down deeper in it now, feeling her tears slowly begin to subside. Inhaling deeply, she breathed in his scent.

This was his favourite cloak; he wore it almost every day. Others might have scoffed at the idea of Obsidian Bones favouring such a vain thing as clothing, but she knew the true motivation behind his choice. He liked it because it was large enough that he could conceal a sword, a cutlass, and shotgun without anyone noticing, as well as whatever else he felt like stashing on his person that day. Occasionally, he even stashed Circe down the front of it, when it was cold on deck, and she insisted on remaining with him at wheel.

"There you are Darling."

She started slightly, surprised by the deep voice that echoed clearly through the night. His face appeared over the side of the crow's nest not a second later.

"Why did you leave me?" Obsidian grumbled, looking down at her disgruntledly.

Why did you leave me? She wanted to say suddenly, the words lingering bitterly on the tip of her tongue.

She knew that he was about to reprimand her for getting out of bed, but before he could speak, his golden eyes noticed the tears that wet her cheeks and his look of mild irritation immediately became one of concern.

Without a word, he leapt over the side of the crow's nest, arms opening for her as she reached out towards him tearfully. He gathered her deeply into his embrace, his lips pressing firm kisses into her hair.

She sunk into him, her arms winding around his neck as she flattened herself against his body, only wishing that she could get closer – close enough that she would never have to be separated from him again. Close enough that he would consume her completely.

"Tell me." He prompted, his voice soothing, yet with a slight undercurrent of anger burning within. She knew that he wasn't angry at her though. Only angry at whatever he had imagined in his mind as being the source of her tears.

It seemed silly when she spoke up to tell him that it was only memories, not anything actually physical, that had been causing her pain.

"I'm such an idiot," she laughed quietly, her voice a little hoarse as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. "I didn't want to wake you, but I made you come up here instead. I should have just stayed in bed."

"You're not an idiot," he murmured into her hair, before pulling away slightly so that he could look at her face.

As always, she felt herself melt just a little bit more as she met his gaze. His eyes were like thick golden honey, and the kiss that he pressed briefly to her lips sent a shot of sweetness humming through her veins.

"But you should have told me." His expression became mildly agonising as his thumb brushed lightly over the dried tears on her cheek. He flicked her nose gently in reprimand before dipping his head to soften the sting with his lips. She felt herself blush at the action, and then blush more deeply at her own response to such a simple thing.

His lightly tormented gaze slowly dissolved as he absorbed her blush, and with a light groan he lowered his lips to her own once more, his mouth moving hungrily against her own. When he pulled away it was to look at her with something like greed, and she felt a similar feeling welling up inside her heart, pushing it to the point of bursting. Yet it was a pleasant ache, one that was hot and familiar. And one that, right now, she desperately craved. Anything to make her feel alive.

"I am sorry, for all the pain I have caused you." He murmured. It was not the first time he had spoken such words to her.

"No," her reply was so immediate, that she almost choked on it. She coughed to clear her throat, before continuing fiercely. "You don't need to apologise for that. It was never your fault."

"But the events afterwards-"

"Are in the past," Circe said firmly, "and where you needed to apologise, you have already done so."

His expression was a little tormented. "I should have better controlled myself," he murmured, catching her fingers so that he could kiss each one. "I was such an idiot."

"We were both idiots," Circe laughed lightly.

Illuminated by the gentle light of the moon, Obsidian smiled back at her. It was as breath-taking as always. "You, my Love," he uttered, nuzzling into her neck, "are far too pure-hearted to be called anything other than utterly divine. And if anyone says otherwise, I'll shoot them."

This time, Circe's laughter was enough to wipe the lingering sadness from her mind. "That's the Pirate I know and love," she teased.

"You had better love me," he nipped at her fingertips, still held in his grasp as he rubbed them between his own to keep them warm. His fingers lingered on the diamond ring that sat snugly on her ring finger, as though it had been there forever. "You don't have a choice now."

"Oh, I don't know," Circe joked, "we aren't married just yet."

"Sneaky little minx," he growled into her ear "it's too late for that. The wedding's tomorrow, and you've lost your only chance at escape – I'm awake now, and I'm keeping you under lock and key right until you walk down the aisle." She burst into laughter as his fingers wiggled into her sides, tickling her shamelessly.

"And while we're at it," he breathed into her ear, "what do you think you're doing in my cloak, hmm? Is this darn thing better at holding you than your own husband?"

"Not ... husband ...yet!" Circe wheezed out between giggles as she gasped for breath.

"Oh really?" His tone turned devilish as he ripped open his coat and began to stuff himself inside it as well, causing her to shriek as his cold hands met her skin. "We will see about that. Let me in here already, woman."

"Obsidian!" She gasped, "No- cold- wait, there's not ... not enough room!"

"Don't be ridiculous," he grumbled, "there is plenty of room."

After a lot of shoving and pushing and helpless laughter from Circe as she was completely ousted from her position only to be yanked back inside a moment later, they finally ended up in the same cloak – Obsidian now wearing it properly, with Circe now seated on his lap, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

Grunting with satisfaction, Obsidian fastened the buttons until she was locked in securely. "There," he said with smug satisfaction, "just try escaping now."

She laughed at his shamelessness and kissed him in reply, an action he reciprocated eagerly.

"Now that you've got me," she teased, "how exactly do you plan on getting down from here?"

He only had to think for a moment before flashing her a devilish smile. "The same way I did last time of course."

"Last time ..." she mused, trying to remember what he was referring to as he lifted them into standing. His hands gripped her thighs firmly as he settled her around his hips.

"Hold on Kitten," he whispered, his voice a velvet rumble in her ear.

Automatically, she tightened her grip, her arms pulling her a little higher up on his torso, her thighs squeezing firmly around his waist.

He let out a groan that turned into a strained chuckle. "Not that tight."

"Oh, sorry," she flushed, releasing her hold slightly, before being struck with a sense of deja'vu. She blushed more deeply. Now she remembered.

Obsidian met her gaze and she felt herself grow a little breathless at the sudden hunger she saw there.

"No kissing on the way down," he whispered to her softly, his golden eyes luminescent in the darkness.

"Not unless I want to die," she finished, her eyes curving as she smiled gently. "Guess I should get all of my kisses in now then," she mumbled as she leant up towards him, her eyes already sliding closed, certain that he would meet her.

"Aye, Milady," he murmured into her mouth, lips colliding hotly with her own, "that you should."

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2. I Heard a Rumor.

(The one where Circe makes
good on that promise she made.
You know.
The one to lock him up.)

R18- Kinks (Maybe, depending on your view.)
Or two married pirates getting back at each other.
Or one Siren teaching a certain Pirate King a lesson.

NO adult terms or descriptions of smegs :) only implied nudity hehe
Please let me know if you think I should change my rating- Thankyou

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Obsidian Bones was in a dilemma.

He had woken up, flat on his back on the floor of his own brig, with a thumping headache, after a night of heavy drinking to celebrate his successful escape rescue from the Air Kingdom.

But it wasn't the headache that was the problem. It wasn't even his current whereabouts that was the issue. No.

No, the problem was currently sitting across the room from him at a rickety wooden desk, dressed in nothing but his white button up, with her slender ankles neatly crossed, one foot bouncing out a delicate rhythm as she no doubt waited for him to wake up.

From his position on the floor, he let his gaze travel up that foot, to the creamy legs that were so exposed. His eyes wandered further, to the soft overlap of her thighs, and the exquisite curve of her ass that squished slightly as it came into contact with the chair upon which she sat.

He watched hungrily as she leaned forward to reach for something on the desk, before resting back again. The curve became taunt, before squishing back down and bulging out again deliciously.

God he would give anything to be that chair.

For a moment, his golden eyes slid closed as he pondered all of the reasons that could have potentially led to his current state of incarceration. Well to start with, last night he had certainly not kept his hands to himself, even after she had told him to. He most definitely had not been kind to Cobalt after witnessing that ridiculous act of mockery, where his brother had thought it funny to mimic him for some unfathomable reason. What else ... well. He had drunk far too much, gambled away a small fortune (but won it all back in a fist fight), and if he was honest, he didn't really think that any of these warranted him being locked up in a cell, especially when one considered that it was his own damn ship he was currently sailing on and he was the fucking Captain.

He mulled it over for another moment, and then suddenly snag the tail end of a thought. Hadn't he, at some point ... mentioned something about locking her up?

"I know you're awake."

Obsidian felt his throat become a little dry at the sound of her voice. He had said that hadn't he? But he hadn't said it to her. So, then who ratted him out?

"I heard something interesting last night."

Obsidian heard the chair pull back slowly from the table, the sound of the chair legs scraping over the floor causing goosebumps to break out over his skin. Without opening his eyes, he raised an arm to sling over his face, listening to the sound of her bare feet ghosting over the floor towards his cell and trying to supress his quickly rising ... desire.

"What did you hear, Darling?" His voice betrayed him, hoarse, as his throat worked to find moisture from anywhere. God, he was so done.

Obsidian heard the shift of fabric over skin as she crouched down beside him. When she next spoke, it was as though she were whispering deliciously into his ear.

"I heard that you wanted to lock me up, once you got me back."

There was a teasing lilt to her words that betrayed her less than humorous undertone. He would be a fool not to detect the slight trace of ire there. His Kitten was angry, and he knew he shouldn't, but he found it adorable.

"And-" she paused, giving a light chuckle. It was a breathless sound that disturbed the air around him. "-I can't help but laugh because you know ... I planned on doing the exact same thing to you."

Obsidian's eyes snapped open, arm falling away. He met Circe's gaze easily across the short distance that separated them, unable to hide his shock and she knew that she had caught him by surprise. She pulled away from the cell, a delectable smirk lingering on her pretty mouth.

"I caught you first," she sung softly, her voice taunting as she casually swung a set of keys in front of his face.

Oh, she's so delicious I can't breathe. His golden eyes were ravenous as he rose to his feet in one swift movement, his arms reaching out towards her through the bars as he lunged for her. She danced easily out of reach, her peals of laughter shivering down his spine.

"Not so fast." She teased.

Obsidian settled for leaning heavily against the bars of the cage instead, ensnaring her with his animalistic gaze. The cool metal bit into his bare skin but did nothing to calm the fire burning inside his chest. She swayed in front of him teasingly and he tilted his head back with a light groan, adams apple working as he swallowed his desire, his eyes never leaving her face.

His voice was hoarse by the time he finally replied. "What are you going to do ... now that I'm in here?"

Her smile was still light, but he did not miss the shift in her gaze. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He swallowed again. It wasn't as though he hadn't imagined such a scenario before. But the real life put all of his fantasies to shame. He was so goddamn affected; it was bordering on ridiculous.

"You realise I could just break out of here if I wanted to, right?" He said huskily. He extended a hand through the bars again, fingers curling unconsciously as he beckoned her towards him. "Come here, Darling."

She didn't move and his fingers gently curled into a loose fist, mourning their emptiness.

"I know you could," she replied instead, "so I guess I'll just have to hope that you'll be obedient."

This time, the challenge in her eyes was clear.

Obsidian Bones gazed down at his little Kitten and decided that he absolutely adored the way she preened in front of him. His hands gripped the bars of the cage she had put him in, and he could not help but wish his fingers were sinking into her soft flesh instead.

As though sensing he was folding, Circe reached up a hand to undo the top button of his her shirt. Slowly, the material parted, revealing the soft curves beneath. Her eyes did not leave his once.

"If you want to be able to touch," she breathed, "by the time I undo the last button, then cuff yourself."

Obsidian tore his gaze from her for a moment to look in the direction she was staring. Behind him, attached to the wall, was a pair of handcuffs. Obsidian knew them well. He had cuffed many hands in there, but it had always been for torture. Not pleasure.

His eyes snapped back to hers. She was on the fifth button.

"Darling," he forced his voice to remain steady, "it's not clean." This was the brig of a pirate ship. While it certainly wasn't filthy – Obsidian wasn't an animal – it was still far too filthy for his Princess.

He watched as her elegant fingers undid another button, revealing her beautiful navel. "It's a good thing then," she said silkily, "that I'm not the one who is wearing them. Isn't it?"

So, this was payback. He chuckled darkly. "I suppose it is." He swiftly reached back, snagging the cuffs and clipping himself in firmly. The chains they were on clinked as he bound himself in place. He could not hide his hunger now as he watched her undo the last button.

"Remove your pants."

Obsidian groaned. "Love, can't you just-

"Do it."

For a moment he stared at her. He imagined all of the things he was going to do to her once he got his hands on her. And then silently he unbuttoned his pants. The chained cuffs allowed him enough room to manoeuvre and soon he stood, bare before her.

"And now?" His voice was deep, his expression brooding as he gazed at her. Her blue eyes swept boldly up and down his figure, lingering for a moment on a certain part of his anatomy that was ... pleased with her attentions. Obsidian tipped back his head for a brief moment as he tried to hold together what was left of his sanity. A groan slipped out from between gritted teeth, and he could not help but flex against the chains, instinctively wanting her to look at him more. He felt the metal groan slightly as he tested its strength. She had better hurry up. He was running out of patience.

"Lay them on the floor."

With a dry mouth, he did as she asked, spreading the material out flat towards her.

He watched as she stepped forward, opening the lock to his cage with a turn of the key. She paused in the doorway of his cell, an angel, framed by iron. And then, ever so slowly, she slipped out from his shirt, the material caressing her skin as it slipped down to pool around her feet, one sleeve remaining clasped between her fingertips.

Obsidian's fingers twitched.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw the shirt lightly towards him. The cloth billowed between them, spreading out to lay on the worn wooden floor, overlapping – just slightly, with Obsidian's pants.

And then Obsidian watched as his Princess extended one pretty little foot, and stepped forward, onto his clothing.

He almost melted on the spot. Unconsciously, he felt himself strain towards her, pulling against his cuffs as he tried to reach her. His hands stopped, just short, and he groaned.

"Darling, please. What do you want me to say?"

"On your knees."

If Obsidian had been any less of a man, he would have found it pitiful how fast he dropped to the ground. But there was nothing he would not do for a taste of this woman who was now poised, so tantalizingly close to him. And so, he sunk to the floor willingly, his face upturned, unable to look away from her for a second.

He did not regret his choices in the least. Viewing her from such an angle really was so ... enlightening. He let his gaze linger, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes and wondered what she would make him do next. At this point, he would probably do anything. Heck, even if she wanted to step on him with those delicate little feet, he would definitely-

The same foot he had been thinking about suddenly extended to prod in him in the chest. "Where are your thoughts going," she teased him lightly. He could not miss the slightest glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she prodded him a little more firmly.

"Do you even have to ask?" He growled, reaching out to snare her foot with one hand, dipping his head to nip at her ankle.

She gave a light gasp and made to withdraw, an action he allowed, but only because he was being good. He let his hand linger on her skin as she slipped from his grasp, his fingertips circling her ankle bone once.

The foot that had made to withdraw suddenly halted in front of him and he glanced up to see her looking thoughtfully down at him. There was an emotion in her eyes that he was familiar with, but only on occasion. His eyes dropped to the foot, which was now extending towards him, and with his eyes sliding closed, he admitted defeat.

Her voice was amused when she spoke next. Sultry, and amused. "You ..." she let out a light laugh, "it couldn't be, do you want me to ...?" Extending her foot, she pressed it firmly down onto his shoulder.

Obsidian bit back a growl and the delectable Siren above him smirked.

"Lower your head," she demanded.

Obsidian did as he was told.

"Good boy," she purred.

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It wasn't that he had been defeated, Obsidian told himself later, it was that he that he had simply been curious about what sort of punishment his Kitten could come up with when she really put her mind to it.

Sitting in his chair in the the captains quarters, Obsidian had a suddenly thought.

"Cobalt."

"What is it?"

"Tell, Leonardo to set aside funds for when we next make port. We need a new brig."

Obsidian heard his brother splutter. "What do you mean a new brig."

"New cells, cuffs, floor, everything."

"What, is it broken?"

Obsidian's lip curled. "No, nothing like that."

It was just that ... in order to contain a big cat, he required a stronger brig.

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2.5 The New Brig.

(Obsidian tries to get payback for being locked up.)

Obsidian Bones was having a dilemma.

Through the bars of the cell, his Kitten stared at him fiercely. Her blue eyes unwavering, her arms folded tightly over her chest.

Obsidian stared back at her.

Her pretty lips parted. "Let me out. Now."

Obsidian stared some more.

"Now."

Silently, Obsidian reached forward to unlock the door.

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