Mine to Subdue ✔ | Yandere Lams

Yo (Sneek Preview & A/N)

Eyo, Hello it is I, the author. *dramatically vows like KG3*
(Pic is me showing my gayness in school)

So I'm glad everyone likes the Story! this actually got #50 in Horror which I was so fucking happy about omg! Thank y'all.

I'll write more Lams (obviously, I mean have you seen my profile?)
This is actually some of the first chapter as a sneak peak/preview of a Pirate!AU Lams I'm writing.

I'll tell you when I published it when I publish the Q/A!

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"Filthy pirates." John cursed as he headed towards his hut, muddy and empty pocketed. Go to the bank, his sister had said, it'll be fine, she said, there won't be pirates, she had said. Lies. The place was full of them, stealing the town money, mugging John, taking what isn't there's. "Ignorant, petty, disgusting, worthless-" he kept muttering in an angry tone as he opened the door.

"The pirates again?" His sister sighed, not looking up from her sweeping.
Mary Eleanor Laurens was John's last relative that he did not hate.

His two younger brothers were killed overseas by pirates and his sister Martha was living with their uncle James in France. Henry and Eleanor were in America living comfortably, complelty ignorant to the fact that two of their children were struggling to survive. Good for nothing parents.

Mary was only 6 and John was only 13 when their parents abandoned them in a small island near the cost of great Britain. That was 13 years ago, Mary is 19 now and John in 26. They were closer than any two siblings ever, always having the others back, always willing to kill and die for each other.

"Polly, I blame you entirely!" John exclaimed as he took a seat on the table. Mary giggled as she put the broom in the broom closet and got a jug of rum and placed it in front of John. "Rum? That's a pirate drink Polls, I'd rather have the water."
Mary rolled her eyes, Johns hatred of pirates really was known to the town. "Jack don't be so glum, it's just a drink." Mary tried to reason as she got another jug, but this was filled with water. "Yeah, a pirates drink for that matter." He mumbled, taking a swig of the water jug.

Mary shook her head slowly as she made her way upstairs, "Your turn to cook, and don't burn the house down like you did last time." With a short laugh John got to cooking a small bird (not sure what kind) he had bought from the flea market, one of the only things those good for nothing pirates didn't steal. Mary didn't know how to break it to her brother, but she wanted to be a pirate more than anything in the world. Just the thought of being as sea for a long time, fighting, adrenaline rushes, gold, riches. She hated being poor, she wanted money and to be free. Alas, if she were to ever tell her brother, he'd die of anger and shock.

She layed her head on the soft pillow her mother had made her, back when she still considered Eleanor her mother. And decided on a long nap before supper was ready. One thing she forgot to do, was close the window.