#lilyrosekiller

would anyone be interested?

pls I can only assume which one this is, but I'm begging on my knees rn

I'm sure it's exactly the one you're thinking of... It's the Lilyrosekiller fic!! 🥰

It's planned to be a Porn with a plot OS with Pirate Barty and Mermaids Lily & Evan. Barty has unfortunately been left behind by his ship because that's what happens when you sneak behind your Captain's (Regulus) back to fuck his brother when you're docked. He's now on a small boat, lost, regretting his life's decisions, and coming real close to end up as a mermaid's dinner meal.

Barty slams the compass shut, useless as it is with its needles jerking in all direction as if it's being possessed, and throws it as far as possible into the sea. Big difference, really, between being fucked last night and being fucked now, if you'd ask him. Turning around in the small rowing boat, he curses the universe and everything beyond, there's no one to hear him scream his frustration anyway, and immediately stills mid-way in his tantrum. His eyes land on the compass back in his possession, like he's just crazy. But, it's there, right? He can see it. Set open on the centre thwart. Mocking him. Still moving like the Devil has invested into a new little game. “Fuck you,” he shouts loud to the sky as he lifts it in his hand and sends it flying. Barty loses track of how many times it comes back after that. He just knows that, whatever he plans to do, if he throws that thing again, it'll just be waiting there at the centre of the boat like nothing happened. Flipping it open, absently watching the needles spinning, he debates with himself if — and only if, he's not convinced yet that destroying such a valuable item in his situation is the smarter move here — he smashes it under his boots, it'll return intact. “You know, far be it from me to know better, but I'm not sure your little toy is supposed to do that.” Barty slams the item shut. This time, when he wheels around, it's to search for the sweet, melodious voice still laughing under his skin even though the sea is silent again. “Who's there?” A halo of wet, red curls emerges from the waves first. Green emerald eyes follow and meet his gaze, quickly tracking with a playful glint the compass he slipped into his sleeve to retrieve instead the hilt of a dagger. It's the pink lips curling into a devious smile coming last, however, showing sharp canines and another row of dangerous teeth, that answer his question. Barty has gone mad. “Who's there? Are you sure you want to know who's hiding where you can't see, handsome?”