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Part 2: POV: just finished Orientation and JJK College and Boarding. Y/N digs deeper into how Yuji is doing.

(JJK SMAU requests are open)

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POV: Orientation at Jujutsu Kaisen College and Boarding has had a few ups and downs.

(Jjk SMAU requests open)

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Hello everyone long time no see was wondering if anyone would like any JJK fics. At this point edits is no longer enough I want to attempt to write something. Please send requests.

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I know I haven’t been active lately, but I made a TikTok for all my COD ladies feel free to check it out. Link in bio

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Venting Post (141 x Reader)

I apologize that this is the first "Fic" I write after a long hiatus. no guarantee that i am back, but eh.

I have PTSD this is a post of me venting about what i went through which include: Parentification, CSA, Munchausen By Proxy, and more. If this is triggering do not interact with this post. I am out of this situation now, but I am actively getting help for my PTSD. If you or someone you know is experiencing what i have listed please call your local hotline.

If you wish for another part of this or a more Indepth writing because this is all over the place I might write it but it isn't guaranteed. I pulled an all nighter to write this because i cannot sleep.

I realize I use writing as a way of coping, i thought I didn't need to write any more, because im "better" but in reality a person is always healing and wounds will always be reopened in some way or another.

If this helps someone cope in someway I may make it a series, but again it is not guaranteed. Enjoy I guess?

When 141 met you they knew something was different about you. A civilian on the outside, but there was a war brewing behind your eyes. Eyes carrying sorrow, despair, and longing. There was always a wall of contention when it came to the longing though. They could never understand why you would ever want to do the job they did. The death that surrounds them everywhere they went. You were a niece of Laswell's fiancé. Price couldn't understand why a fully capable adult would sit around base and filing paperwork all day. That was over a year ago however and now you all were more closely acquainted… More so infatuated. You hide behind the guise of happiness, confidence, and carefreeness. They know nothing about you or why the war behind your eyes continues to brew, but they catch a glimpse today.

It started slow. You arriving late to meetings, misfiling paperwork, your face looks like it holds many stone just to smile.

"Sorry guys I got caught up with Kate!"

"Sorry I got a call!"

"So sorry… I slept in…"

The nervous fidgets with checking your phone every few minutes increased tenfold, to the point where your eyes were glued to it. Eyes filling with tears waiting to flow over.

After todays meeting you head to the small petrol station for a quick snack. You need to get back to filing the recent mission brief. Your somber music was cut off by a gentle hand being placed on your shoulder. You flinch jumping away from the touch to see the kind eyes and freckled face of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. He was always kind and quiet.

"Oh hi Kyle…" You take a moment to remove the noise canceling ear buds from your ears.

"Didn't hear you walk up. Do you need anything?" You ask with your weighted smile.

"Sorry Luvie, didn't mean to scare you. Just want to accompany you to the station for a snack." Kyle says with a smile as he falls in step with you.

You both walk in silence for a moment until you come close to an obstacle course. You pause and stare at the soldiers training. Climbing ropes, repelling off walls, moving in tandem with each other as if they are a unit, a one celled organism almost.

Kyle's gaze goes between you and the field and back to you. A look of confliction as he debates on the question he wants to ask.

"If… if you don't mind me asking… why didn't you join the military if you… uh… how do i phrase it… Long for it? I sense jealousy…" Gaz tries his best to be eloquent with his words as to not frighten you.

"I was on to many drugs…" You say almost humorously making Kyles eyes widen. You in take a breath and let out a tense sigh.

"Sorry… Kind of on auto-pilot… The drugging wasn't exactly consensual… well… it was… I… um… you know Gypsy Rose?" You ask as you begin to continue your journey to the store.

"Yes, I do…" Kyle was lying, but he didn't want you to feel the need to explain something if you weren't comfortable.

"Well… minus the parent killing and the jail time…You know the story…" You say as the small petrol station comes into view.

Kyle is now, way more freaked out and regrets not asking you to explain, but you seem to be pulling away from the conversation, so he won't push it for now.

"Yeah… um… apologies…" He didn't even know what he was apologizing for all he knows it will offend you, but when you only nod and pop your ear buds back in before walking into the station. While that happens Kyle does a quick google search.

"No wonder I didn't know what it was… It happened in America���"

As Kyle continues his search he skims articles with multiple mentions of "Munchausen by Proxy" then that lead to another rabbit hole of searches. Kyle turns back to look through the window of the station to see you paying at the counter. His brow furrows with upset before turning back around and pocketing his phone as you walk out.

"Not going to get anything?" You ask as you hand him a water bottle.

"Well since i'm your favorite I knew you'd get me something Luvie." Kyle says with a wink trying to shift his mood into a false happiness. You notice however, but decide not to push as you make your way back toward the barracks.

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Kyle made Price aware to what he found out as you are apart of the team and your work has been suffering lately. Price's face wore a look of calm with an underlying feeling of hurt. He always tries to keep his face neutral, but he was utterly confused on how you can hold in something so devastating. especially if it was to the extent of what they read about. Little did they know that that was only the half of it.

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The next time something concerning happened was with Soap, you both decided to go out into town on a day off. You were meeting the rest of the group for a movie at a theatre showing the new Sonic 3 movie. It was the only thing that seemed to bring light to your eyes so they all agreed to go. You were going on and on about how the movie would compare to the lore of the animes, comics, and past shows when you suddenly collide with someone. Johnny was so engrossed in what you were saying that he didn't see the person either.

What he did notice however was the look of terror on your face. You were practically trembling as the person placed a hand on your shoulder to ask if you were okay looking utterly confused, but the moment the person touch you, you flinched and clasped a hand over your mouth. Johnny notices as your cheeks puff out and your eyes water as you quickly turn in the opposite direction and rush away. soap could hardly keep up until you turn into an alley and release the early lunch you and Soap just had. The sounds you were making were making were not human sounding. It was like a terror-stricken animal taking it's last breath. That's when Soap found out you were on the spectrum as well seeing as even hours after that incident you were non-verbal.

Simon had to be the one to carry you back to the car as well as your room, because he was the only one seemingly strong enough to keep ahold of you. Simon recognized immediately what was happening. As it happened with many soldiers and him especially.

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The final incident started off with a bang. Literally, the sound of smashing glass and animalistic cries of anguished could be heard all throughout the 141 barracks. The first to enter was Price gun in hand and wearing nothing, but briefs he went to sleep in. The sight he gazed upon was broken drinking glasses, smashed picture frames, and you hunched over something with a pair of scissors. crying and grunting as you stab the blade of the scissors into whatever it is.

Price in his delirium was shoved out of the way by a hulking Ghost as he storms into the room wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up off the floor. You make feeble attempts to grasp at what the whole group can see is a raggity old pillow, that has seen it's fair share before being mutilated the way it has been.

"She knew! She knew! SHE KNEW!" You screeched as your whole body goes limp.

Simon had to fall back on to the edge of the bed before sliding off the edge and landing on the floor keeping you curled into his chest as he ripped the scissors from your hand and throwing them far across the room. Simon now forces your head into his chest as he uses his legs to wrap around your lower half as one arm wraps around your shoulders and the other buries it in your hair tugging at your scalp gently to ground you. He coos softly as Gaz and Soap finally walk in to see the carnage you caused. Their eyes land on you and simons maskless face. His eyes share the concern before shaking his head before focusing on you.

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By the time you come back to your senses you are exhausted small hiccups before your eyes fall closed.

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Anyone interested in MW x Male Reader?

I know I stopped with my Misdi Reader, but I still would love to write an "OC" Reader and I have some ideas for x Male Reader, but I don't know if anyone is interested in it. Unfortunately, I don't really know the percentage of my audience is Male or Female, not to mention MTF or FTM I am also willing to write x trans readers. I would love to know what you're thoughts are. Fill my inbox!

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Okay so the poll is almost done and idk what to do so I’m doing another poll haha.

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COD x AOT Crossover with X reader?

I am watching AOT for the first time and was wondering if anyone would be interested in a fic or series that involved a cross over of COD MW and AOT because I low key need a love triangle between Ghost and Levi (Or all of them...) or just a why choose. Let me know what you think...

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The Art of Misdirection - Part 3 (141 x Gen Z Reader)

Main Masterlist Modern Warfare II Masterlist A/N: Hello everyone I know it has been a while and I haven't updated is so many years, I think i am back, but I don't know where to go with this story anymore. I wanted to post because I had this in my drafts. I appreciate all the support. i am going to be doing a bit of a blog update because it has been the same for a while. Feel free to request anything COD related. it doesn't have to be from my promt list. I am trying to ease my way into writing again. Have a good day! Summary: Joining the 141 was a wild roller-coaster. Everyone had been apprehensive to you joining due to your age, but you are here to prove them wrong. Now as of this mission and maybe your last they are going to figure out what your nickname means.  

"What the fuck were you thinking!" Soap exclaimed as he stormed toward Ghost.

"Johnny we need to be quiet an..." "Fuck being quiet! What happened to us being a team!" He says as he gets face-to-face with him.

He can feels the slight warm breaths of Ghost through his balaclava. He can feel the intense stare as he looks up at him. He is sure Ghost could feel the anger rolling off of him. He hopes that Ghost feels the slightest bit intimidated but he knows that isn't the case.

"We are a te-" Soap makes sure to lean up as far as he can. Trying his best to puff out his chest and make himself bigger.

"No apparently we're not because we just left her behind! What happened to the Ghost that would stick his neck out for his squad member!" Soap exclaims as his anger seems to rise.

"He is still there Mactavish! I needed to get you both out of there. You were injured and I had no idea what Gaz's condition was! I had to assume she was dead in an effort to save the rest of you!" Ghost says as his voice begins to rise in turn.

"You hated her the moment she stepped foot on base... You didn't bother to confirm if she was alive! She is one of us!" Soap says shoving Ghost which causes Ghost to Step back a step.

"Was this some opportunity to get her off your back?! You were probably glad she was dead!" "You need to hush it John-" Ghost bellows only to be cut off by Soap once again.

"Just because she is younger than us doesn't mean she isn't capable! Was she just going to be another name in your already red ledger? Do you only see her as collateral damage?!"

Ghost stays silent. Not because Soap is right, but because he is unable to come up with an answer. Technically yes she was. He didn't want it to be that way, but she dug her grave and now she had to lie in it, and that is exactly what he said.

"She dug the grave for herself and she had to lie in it! It was sacrifice the few to save the lives of the many! You need to understand that I made a logical choice! You need to separate your emotions from situations like this or it will get you killed!" Ghost sees Soap change stance.

He knew that Soap was going to punch him in the face the moment he stepped outside the tent. He knew he deserved it, but just because he deserved it doesn't mean he was going to let it happen. Before any action could take place Gaz steps out of the tent.

"What the fuck are you both doing out here!" Both Ghost and Soap turn to Gaz.

"It doesn't fucking matter. Medical evac is seven klicks out. We need to get a move on before you alert anyone else of our position..." He grumbles as he walks back inside the tent.

Soap grunts before going around the fire and packing up things that are needed. Ghost walks toward the tent and begins to pack up everything that is inside. Gaz is walking out with the radio and some medical supplies.

Ghost looks over to you laying nearly lifelessly on the cot. If it weren't for the rise and fall of your chest he would have been convinced. He begins taking things off the foldable tables and folding them up before exiting the tent. He does this for the second table as well. When he comes in a third time he sees Soap sitting on the ground and running his fingers through your hair.

"We're going to move you alright Lass? We need to finish packing up and then we will get you out of here." He says softly.

Soaps hand goes from your hair to your cheek as the back of his hand caresses the side of your face. He then turns his hand so his thumb can wipe away the wet residue of your tears and blood. Soap then turns his head to Ghost and glares. He stands up and goes to pick you up when Ghost stops him.

"You aren't fit to pick her up Sargent. Go wait in the jeep." Ghost says.

Soap looked like he was about to argue but he knew Ghost was right. It would only injure his leg more and he would jostle her around to much in an effort to avoid causing further injury to it. Soap walked out and Ghost sighed.

"Gotta stay with us Corporal. I need you to be alive so I can rip you a new one for being so fucking stupid." He grunts as he bends down and collects you in his arms.

He walks out of the tent to the last standing vehicle and opens up the back seat. He lays you down in it and you groan at the change of body placement. Soap then hops in the back seat as well using his right thigh as a pillow to support your head. Ghost looks between the both of you as he sees Soap run his hands through your hair.

"You'll be alright m'eudail (My dear)... We will get you better." Soap looks up at Ghost and sighs.

Ghost takes that as a sign and gently shuts the door and sighs. Ghost swiftly goes over the layout of the camp to see if there is anything else needed to be packed, but Gaz seemed to have already packed everything and put out the fire. Ghost goes to the passenger side and gets in which is soon followed by Gaz in the drivers seat.

"Drive easy Gaz... Please." Ghost hears from behind him.

Gaz nods into the rear view before he stops driving. "Keep the lights off until we are a Klick out or so got that Gaz?"

Gaz nods but stays silent as he goes a snail pace. Once they are out a bit the head lights go up and he begins to drive a bit faster. Soap has been whispering soothing words to you this entire time. Every whimper you make when there is a particular harsh bump he is there to comfort you. Ghost can only listen as he keeps his eyes out on the horizon. He feels his heart pinch in his chest. He allowed you to get hurt. He left you behind. He needs to make sure you are okay, but he knows that Soap can handle it. He needs to get out of his head and focus on the task at hand and keep an eye out for potential threats as well as the helicopter that will be evacuating them. Ghost doesn't want to be harsh, but he is going to talk to Price about your behavior. You were down right suicidal today and he will not have that threaten his squad.

"Why do you call her Misdi?" Ghost asks in a low tone.

"It's uh... it's short for Misdirection. When she was in Iraq under American command she was the best at distracting the enemy from the main task at hand..." Gaz says in an equally low tone.

"However she had her own squad for that." Ghosts eyes widen.

"She is only a Corporal how is that possible?" Ghost says keeping his tone level.

"Well she was on the promotion board, but that was cut short for some reason and she was nominated to be on this task force." Gaz murmurs.

"Must've gotten in some trouble with the bullshit she pulled today. I wouldn't be surprised..." Ghost growls.

That is when there is a whimper from the back seat which was louder then the others. Your eyes are filled with tears as you adjust to what they assume is consciousness.

"I'm here lass, they bein' to loud huh?" "Bear..." you mumble. "Hurts..."

"I know lass... I'm here you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want." Soap says as he slips his hand in yours and you squeeze.

"Scared Bear..." you whimper.

"I know, but we are here and we are heading home." Soap says using his other hand to run through your hair and gasps slightly.

"What is it Soap?" Gaz asks.

"Her head started bleeding again. 'Ts bleedin' through the bandage..." Soaps voice cracks.

"She'll be fine, keep pressure on it." Ghost says as he taps on Gazs shoulder to get him to speed up. Gaz nods before speeding up.

"I got to put pressure on yer head alright?" Soap says as he presses down on your wound.

You let out a cry and he tries his best to comfort you. "I know, I know. You got this alright?" Soap says as he continues to murmur to you. ---

You weren't unconscious that entire time. You were up ever since he put you in the car. You hate that Ghost thought so little of you. You couldn't help but let out a small whimper. You just hope they assume it was out of pain. Then again it is pain. Pain of the heart because they have no idea what you went through. Only Laswell and Price know and you want to keep it that way. You wish you could have said a snarky comment, but your eyes fell closed. Only to open at the rendezvous point. You were lifted onto a stretcher and into the helicopter. You look up to see Soap, Gaz, and Ghost in the seats and strapped down and that is when you realize your head is strapped to the stretcher and unable to move.

Your chest begins to heave up and down as your eyes strain to look either side of you.

"Let me out... Let me out!" You cry out and the three snap their head down to you.

You begin to thrash and strain in an effort to get out. Your vision starts to blur with tears as you feel the other restraints binding you. You suddenly see a head pop into your vision.

"Get away from me!" You shout.

"Ma'am if you don't calm down we are going to have to sedate you." The person above you says, but this only causes you to panic further.

"Love we're here." You hear Gaz say and suddenly you feel a hand enter your own and you immediately dig your nails into him.

"It's just me love. It's big G. Remember when you gave me that nickname? It's really stupid innit?" Gaz says with a laugh.

You go to nod but the restraint on your head is limiting the movement. You feel the moment of hyperventilation beginning to take over once again, but Gaz squeezes your hand, grounding you. "Try and sleep, okay? We'll be out of here in no time." He says. You take in a deep breath before closing your eyes and letting the darkness encompass you.

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Dinner is thrown (A Sonic Team Incorrect Quote)

*The squad is having dinner together* Amy Rose: Sonic, can you pass the salt? Sonic: *Throws Shadow across the table*

(Hello I am looking for requests for the Sonic Fandom.... I know it is weird and not my usual content, but I have been obsessed and with the third sonic movie coming out this December I have the urge to write! Thanks in Advance!)

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Hvitzerk: *Giving the Lap Dance* Y/N: *Receiving The Lap Dance* Ragnarsons: *The Groomsmen* Aslaug: *Shocked*

This is a modern AU in my head, but I was unable to figure out how to write it and be funny xD. I am open to Viking requests. I am about to start rewatching it, so I will try my best to be accurate to the character.

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I've been re-reading your tattoo artist Ghost fic from last December religiously and I l o v e it but small note on something I found funny, the Hasanlu skeletons were almost certainly both male lol

Omg That is so funny! I had no idea and that is really cool! Thank you for the fun fact! Perennial Lovers - Tattoo Artist Simon Riley x Reader

This is the fic that they are referencing, I am glad you enjoyed it!

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This is my first Vikings Fanfiction. It is dark but I think I just got back into the Vikings mood. Here are my prompt lists!: Fluff Prompt List Angst Prompt List Smut Prompt List I am pretty busy now, but I will try to get to some of these requests haha.

Well-Being V. Belief (Bjorn Ironside x Reader)

Warning: Abuse of many forms and Self-Harm

A/N: Everyone is over the age of 18

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I don’t know if I will make this a series, I made this for comfort of myself so I apologize if this upsets anyone.

 I am not in this situation anymore 

If you or anyone you know is experiencing something like this remember it is not weak to ask for help Abuse Hotline:  800-799-7233 Suicide Hotline: 988 Summary:  Reaching out for help is not a bad thing and Bjorn is trying to help you understand that, but when rumors seep into the dark corners of his mind he says things he regrets, and now he only hopes it is not to late.

Another victory has fallen over Kattegat as both warriors and shield maidens alike depart from their boats. Many people rejoice at the reunion of their loved ones. Some who are not as fortunate cry out at their loss of lovers, friends, mothers, and fathers. You were hoping you were the “unfortunate” one, but you are disappointed when you see your father walking down the dock and toward you. Your eyes cast down as a feeling of dread enters your body. The next thing you know you feel two firm hands on your sides and you let out a shriek. You turn your head to the left to see a laughing blond.

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Art Of Misdirection Part 3 Sneak Peak

Ghost stays silent. Not because Soap is right, but because he is unable to come up with an answer. Technically yes she was. He didn't want it to be that way, but she dug her grave and now she had to lie in it, and that is exactly what he said.

"She dug the grave for herself and she had to lie in it! It was sacrifice the few to save the lives of the many! You need to understand that I made a logical choice! You need to separate your emotions from situations like this or it will get you killed!" Ghost sees Soap change stance.

He knew that Soap was going to punch him in the face the moment he stepped outside the tent. He knew he deserved it, but just because he deserved it doesn't mean he was going to let it happen. Before any action could take place Gaz steps out of the tent. A/N: Hello my loves. It has been a long time since I have updated. i am sorry for my long time away. I promise I will be getting back to writing soon. For now. Enjoy "The Art Of Misdirection Part 3" Sneak Peak. It isn't done yet, but I think this is a decent chunk. I have bever done sneak peeks before, so I hope you enjoy!

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We need chapter 9 of A Helping Hand!! Feed us!!🙏🏼😭

I have no idea when the next part will be out so I am sorry my child but you must starve... xD Thank you for enjoying it!

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One of My favs that I have written.

Nothing More Important Than Love (Davy Jones x Reader x Jack Sparrow)

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Summary: You shared your secrets, your trust, and your body with Captain Jack Sparrow. You got to a point where you thought he may actually care about you. Until he came face to face with eternal damnation.

You heard about the ship that lurks beneath the depths of the sea. You heard the tales from many people in passing when you landed yourself on Tortuga. Where you first met Captain Jack Sparrow. You joined his crew in promise of work and coin. Though later you discovered that wasn't true, but this crew felt like a family and you weren't about to abandon it for some measly coin.

Especially when it came to Jack Sparrow. You weren't exactly together. You were more so in a situationship. So you would shag when the time is right. You trusted each other with valuable secrets. You knew about his deal with Davy Jones before anyone else did. You told him that before you escaped to Tortuga that you were a runaway slave. Someone whose home had been raided, family killed, and forced to work for men crueler then you'd like to admit. You took solace in each other.

You honestly thought he cared about you. You thought something may have just developed through out your time with him. That is until you met the Captain of the Flying Dutchman himself. He was here to collect his debt. The original deal between them was: Davy Jones will raise the Black Pearl from Davy Jones Locker to allow Jack to be captain for 10 years. Only if he swore to be apart of Davy Jones' crew for 100 years.

It changed to 13 years because of you. You remember the day like yesterday. It was the day you first felt heart break.

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"Take her! She is nothing but a slave woman!" You turn your head toward him in shock. "She is a woman after my own heart or bed should I say! Nothing is worth more then that isn't that right Davy Jones?" He says as Davy and his crew board the Black Pearl. "Jac-" You get cut off as he continues to speak. "And like I said she is a slave! She knows her way around!" He exclaims. "Jack!" You shout as tears well in your eyes. Never in your life did you think he would spew your past like it is his story to tell. Something you held close to your chest in order to not be seen differently. Something you told in confidants.

'He never cared for me...' You thought as you could hear the audible sound of your heart strings snapping as your heart collapses in on itself out of heart break. Little did you know Davy Jones was watching you closely the quiver in your voice caught his attention. The same quiver he shared when crying out to Calypso. The sound of betrayal was evident so he agreed. He agreed to take you because he knows that it is better to never see a lover who betrayed you every day. He found that it was easier for it to fester and plume in solitude. To let your anger take control of you can make you do things you never thought possible. Something he can use in his crew.

"Let's go!" Davy shouted and you immediately made a run for it only to be grabbed by one of the many men of the Flying Dutchman. "Jack! JACK PLEASE!" You lament as you are dragged off the Black Pearl. "Jack! Please! Tell them you don't mean it! I love you! JACK PLEASE!" You say as tears stream down your face. The cold feelings of the crew members hands tying your hands behind your back and kicking the back of your knees causing you to collapse on your knees. Your knees scrape the slimy wood underneath. You wouldn't stop screaming. It got to the point that someone took the butt of their swords handle and clocked it against your head.

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As of now. It is nearly the second year anniversary of your trade. Except instead of the slavery you expected, none of the men touched you. There was the occasional man thrown overboard when they weren't doing their job. The occasional whipping being witnessed, but nothing was ever done against you. You weren't sure why, but you definitely didn't mind it. As of now you tasked yourself with removing the barnacles from the side of the ship. You fastened a rope to one of the many barrels on the ship and were hanging off the side using a small knife that you have collected on your journey. You have been here for about three hours and have gotten a fourth of the ship done. "Shit!" You curse. "Everything alright Lass?" You hear Bootstrap Bill call from the deck

"I'm alright Bill... Just sliced my finger open!" You shout. "Alright! Jones wants to talk to you. So I am going to pull you up!" He yells back.

You nod and brace yourself as he pulls you up almost effortlessly. You climb over the railing and sigh as your feet make in contact with the deck. You put your sliced thumb into the palm of your hand to keep it from bleeding everywhere. You use your other hand to sheath your knife and start heading towards the captains quarters. "Be careful lass." He says quietly as he puts your rope and barrel to the side. You nod and walk up the stairs and take in a deep breath before knocking on the door. You hear the unmistakable voice of your new Captain telling you to 'Come in!' You walk in and shut the door behind you. You immediately face him and bow your head in respect. "You wish to speak to me Captain?" You say. In the beginning your voice would shake and tremble, but now you just feel numb. You knew this would be your fate. You would stay here for however long Jones wants you to be. "What's that I smell?" He voice heavy as he smells the air. You feel goose bumps appear on your skin. You can feel the blood dripping from your hand. You move it behind your back only for it to be ripped from behind you by his clawed hand. "Yer bleedin'" He snaps. "Why?" "I was removing barnacles from the side of the ship... I sliced my thumb because I wasn't paying attention..." You said keeping your head towards the floor.

You hear him scoff before letting go of your hand and stomping over to his desk and grabbing some wrappings and rum. He pours the alcohol on your sliced thumb. You hiss and look up at him only to find him looking at you. He looks away first and begins wrapping your thumb. After he is done he moves away from you a few paces before turning to you.

"Ya wish to be on land again fer a time?" Jones asks. "Pardon?" You ask. "I have a chore for you ta do." He grunts. "On land?" You ask.

He rolls his eyes. "Aye I do. Need ya ta buy some stuff. More rum and the like. You look the most human so ye won't be suspected." He says as he turns to his desk and tosses a bag of gold in your direction. You catch it with a grunt. "Is there a list of things?" You ask. "Stuff ye think we might need. You are more of ta social butterfly then I am." He says. "... How do you know I won't try and escape?" You ask your voice suddenly more timid. "'cause you know I'll go after Jack if you do. I know ye still love him." He says a matter o'factly.

Your heart sinks to your stomach. "I... I don't know if I can go..." You say as you cover the sides of your neck.

You started growing gills in order to compensate for breathing under water. The sides of your legs and arms started growing small fin like appendages. Your skin was slowly turning slimy and pale. Scales were growing along your collarbone and the tops of your shins. But like he said you were the most human looking. "Getcha some clothes then... We will dock on the opposite end of the Island you'll haf ta use a smaller boat to go the rest of ta way." He says.

"Yes, Captain..." You say as you tie the bag of gold to your belt. "Bootstrap will assist ya with the boat, from then on yer on ya own." He grunts as he turns to his desk. He then makes a gesture for you to get out and so you do.

Bootstrap helped you with the boat then holds the wooden roped latter as you climbed down onto the boat. You proceeded to row for about an hour to get onto the other side of the island. Your arms were practically jelly by the time you got on shore. You then start your way to the town. You make it to the market and begin buying what you think the crew needs.

First you got different types of food. Even though they are dead the crew deserves some form of food once and a while. You then got new clothes for the majority of them. Some of them don't really have a choice of what to wear since the flora and fauna have grown over them and are unable to take their clothes off. As you were searching you saw a dress that caught your interest. It was a deep ocean blue dress that had a sunrise yellow bodice. It had toil and frilly lace underneath the skirt to give it a slight lift. It looked like it reached the floor.

"Ya like what ya see?" A woman behind the booth asks. "I uh... I am buying things for my crew..." You mumble. "I didn't ask that, I asked ya if ya liked the dress!" She exclaims and in your shock you nod.

"Y-Yes ma'am." She takes it off the rack and hands it to you.

"Go try it on will ya. Half price if I need to make adjustments." She says and flustered you nod.

You go into the small tent leaving your small cart next to the tent and try it on.

"How is it?" She asks and you stutter out an "I-It's a little close to the ground, and tight on the arms."

"Hmm. I was thinkin' half sleeves for this dress, but like I said half price!" She exclaims as you put your clothes back on and step out of the tent.

"Do the rest of your shopping! I'll have this done soon!" She exclaims as she goes back behind her booth and starts working.

You look at her shocked, but nod. You get back to shopping, looking for more things like weapons now. You got some more gun powder, rapiers, swords, and the like. You decided to get some candles for when Jones decides to come above the water. Then your eyes land on a well made tapestry. It had the picture of a ship on the horizon of the setting sun, a compass stitched in the corner. You decided to buy that as well. As a thanks to Davy Jones for allowing you on land after so long. You make your way back to the booth where you saw the dress and the woman waves you over.

"All well and good now! Five gold!" She says and you look down at it.

You have no idea how but it looks even more beautiful. You then look at your coin bag and see that there is only seven gold pieces left. You debate with yourself before handing over the five pieces.

"Your captain won't notice." The woman says with a giggle.

"I-I don't know... He has a keen eye for when something is out of place." You say as you try and stuff the dress in a separate pouch.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind a pretty girl like you gettin' a little somethin'" She says. "Now get going!" She exclaims and you nod before heading toward your boat.

You get to shore and your breath hitches The sight of the Black Pearl along the line where the sky meets the sea. You see Chip the parrot flying toward you.

"Shit..." You say as you begin to pile everything into your boat. You then begin to row as fast as you can to the other side of the island. Chip ended up landing at the front of your boat.

"Why are you here? Squakkk" "Shoo Go away Chip! I'm not here!" You shout. "Squakkk Go away Chip Y/N's here!" The parrot says as it flies away. "God fucking dammit!" You shout as you quickly row as fast as you can toward the Flying Dutchman.