My WIPs When I Start Writing New Fic And Don't Finish The Others

My WIPs when I start writing new fic and don't finish the others

Also me investing my time in a new fandom content

Guess who this time?

The Madonna of the Carnation

 A/N: I wrote this long ago for a writing competition, but never turned it in due to me feeling it wasn't good enough.

Anne Bonny had been far and wide in the small span of her life. She and her husband had been to places the rich dream of seeing. Constantly traveling had it’s ups and downs. The beauty of the new world in person could not be done justice in the papers and drawings sent to Ireland. The new world was one undiscovered by man for many years and held endless adventure.

    Anne had woken up to the sound of metal clattering to the floor. A cup had fallen from the table in her quarters. The ship was creaking and groaning with the harsh waves of the Atlantic. They were heading for North Carolina after raiding merchant ships from France and Spain. With all the commotion and excitement of their recent winnings, Anne put on socks not bothering to put on boots. 

She made her way down below deck. She arrived where they stored all goods and riches from their pickings and started to sift through them. There was the  usual gold, jewelry, fine china, fine wines and food. However as she kept looking through the loot, a large frame caught her eye. A painting? Why would her crew gather something that had no value or use to the likes of them? The back of the painting had very small writing on it. Leonardo da Vinci 1468; La Madonna del Garofano (The Madonna of the Carnation).

Confused, Anne turned the portrait around and looked at the painting. It was a woman sitting down ,holding a child who was trying to grasp at the flower the woman held in her hand. Looking at the painting for a solid minute, Anne shook away her haze and put the portrait back in it’s place. Goosebumps, covered her skin and a cool breeze filled the empty deck. She decided to go back to her quarters and went back to sleep. As she slept, her dreams were filled with a baby, except she, was the one holding it and the baby looked like a mixture of her and her husband. She laughed as the baby giggled, suckling it’s thumb.

when you've meticulously envisioned the story in your head scene by scene but it's time to actually write it

Haytham X Reader

The Beginning of the End

A/N: This is part of the last fic, it is where Y/N passes and is based off that one scene from HBO John Adams where Mrs. Adams passes. Not gonna lie that scene made me cry like a baby. Like and Reblog if you like.

Warnings: angst, death, no happy end, Haytham can’t get a break

Also, NO ONE HAS ANY PERMISSION TO STEAL, COPY OR TRANSLATE THIS AND TAKE THIS AS YOUR OWN.

March 1786

Y/N had been sick for a while and didn’t seem to get any better. Haytham had called upon every doctor in the colonies and none had been able to find out the cause of her sickness. As each day passed, Haytham grew more frustrated and worried. Y/N couldn’t be dying, she was too young, it was too soon. They had only just reconciled and rekindle their love for each other. Her breathing was labored and her face had been drained of all color. She was drenched in sweat even with her thin nightgown and the cool spring air blowing through the windows.

Haytham walked in and saw her looking at the vase of flowers by the windows. Her labored breathing was a stab in the heart for him. He missed her laugh, her smile, her cheeky jokes. The sound of his cane hit the floor, unintentionally startling her from her brief peace. Behind his hand, Haytham held a bundle of crocuses and put them in the vase. He brought one of the flowers to her. “Look here my dearest, I brought you flowers” Haytham brought the flower to Y/N and laid right beside her. “Yeah, the pretty flowers, they’re beautiful just like you, yeah” He leaned down and planted kisses on her forehead. Y/N mumbled incoherently as Haytham wiped the sweat from her face.

Weakly she touched the flower, “ You know, I always knew you were a romantic at heart” she said faintly. Haytham slightly chuckled, "Only to you, you are the only one who has made me do crazy things in the name of love, my dear” Sighing, “ I just want to tell you that I love you Haytham, I’m sorry that we couldn’t spend more than five measly years together” her breathing became labored, tears began to fill her eyes. “I’m sorry that I was not there when you needed me the most I ---” Y/Ns eyes closed as struggled to find air. Haytham shushed her and tried to calm her down. “Shush, don’t work yourself up over nothing, If anything It’s me that should be sorry, I was never worthy of you. You gave me the truth, your heart and patience and I threw it away like if it was yesterday’s paper. You are an angel who let someone like myself love you and take you for his selfish reasons.”

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “You are going to fight whatever this is and we are going to be fine. You are a fighter my love, you just fight” Y/N’s wheezing grew stronger and she shook her head. “Not this time my love, I’m sorry Haytham, I love you I---” gasping for air, she froze with tears falling from her face. Haytham shook his head , he opened his mouth to speak but realized that Y/N was as still as can be. He brought his hand to her chin and looked in to her eyes. Her pupils were dilated and their was no sign of life in her. Her hand went limp on the bed. Haytham began to call out her name, but she did not respond. He began to shake her from her shoulders and checked if her heart was still beating, but was met with silence. He begin to wail and sob calling her name over and over, begging her to come back, screaming at the sky above why he had taken her from him. He scooped her up into his arms and began to cradle her face onto his chest. Her eyes void of any life staringback into him. He shut his eyes and continued to cry until the moonlight and cry of crickets woke him up.

Here's the last fic:

The Mad Dog of Rizzmazz.

Haruka is done