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syrupfog · 8 months ago

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Sanji was not born a natural fighter.

He, very specifically, was NOT born with the superhuman fighting abilities of his siblings. He was born normal. Weak. Useless. He knows this.

Zeff taught him to fight and Sanji practised. Learned. Grew. But the natural talent wasn't there.

When Luffy picked him up, added him to the crew, Sanji knew it was for his cooking abilities.

But he knew that being on the crew of the future King of the Pirates meant he couldn’t just be the best cook on the Grand Line. He had to be able to fight, too.

And that’s where Zoro came in. Zoro, who scoffed at him from day one. Who liked his cooking well enough but didn’t seem to care much for Sanji as a person.

Sanji was pretty confident he knew why. Zoro knew they needed to be strong, and Sanji— he wasn’t strong enough.

He didn’t think he ever would be— he was too normal. Born normal. But he TRIES. On the Merry before everyone wakes up and after they go to sleep, between preparing meals. He sets himself a brutal training regimen.

He’ll train until Zoro stopped giving him that scathing look.

They get Nami back from Arlong Park and Sanji finds himself limping to the after party. Zoro takes one look at how he’s favouring his foot and scowls.

In Little Garden Zoro straight up challenges him and Sanji revels in the ability to prove himself. It doesn’t work. They tie.

At Drum Sanji gets injured. He’s too weak too weak too weak— he barely gets Nami help in time, it’s his fault she almost—

He’s strapped down and his spine fixed and all he can think is that Zoro is right. He doesn’t deserve this role.

People have started calling them the wings of the pirate king. Fucking laughable. Sanji could never be on Zoro’s level and Zoro knows it.

They fight. They blow off steam. It helps Sanji to cool down, to gauge what level he’s at. He knows Zoro’s holding back.

He thinks, for a moment, that he has finally moved up a rung in Skypeia. He’s getting better.

All it takes is one moment when he’s changing. For Zoro to spot the marks from the lightning that litter his back. That angry scowl that sets his features makes Sanji’s heart sink.

He takes his frustration out on the Davy Back fight. He tantrums like a child for Zoro’s respect even when he knows he hasn’t earned it, can’t earn it.

It sort of works, though.

Everything goes to shit in Water 7 and for once it’s kinda nice to know he’s not the one fucking up. Not that he would tell Usopp that. He plans good spicy pasta for his return.

He fights a ramen man with knives on the train and thanks the stars that Zoro isn’t there to see it.

(After all, Sanji doesn’t fight with his hands— he doesn’t want Zoro to lose the last of his respect for Sanji by seeing him break with his own ideals).

They get out of Water 7 with a new crew member. He’s a cyborg. He’s strong.

Then Thriller Bark happens. Thriller Bark sucks.

Zoro just— he just pushes him aside.

He knows Sanji can’t handle it. He knows he’s too weak. And it’s true but it HURTS. Sanji’s tried so HARD he’s trained for so LONG he’s tried to balance fighting and cooking as best he can, he barely SLEEPS—

And Zoro pushes him aside.

He takes the damage.

He almost dies.

That should’ve been Sanji.

Sanji hates him for it.

He hates himself for it.

He sits in the infirmary and stares past Zoro’s mangled form and wonders what he’s supposed to do now.

They get to Saboady.

Sanji doesn’t see any of them for two years.

Zoro looks good. He looks strong. He’s missing an eye.

After two years, Sanji can admit that he had been desperate for Zoro’s approval for more than one reason.

He sees Zoro’s face light up when Luffy appears and he thinks, so selfishly, that he wants that look too.

Fishman Island isn’t a great start.

Punk Hazard is— well.

Zoro doesn’t scowl at him when he’s in Nami’s body, his expression is DIFFERENT. Pained. Sanji doesn’t know why. He doesn’t like it.

Then he’s back in his own body and Zoro’s scowl is back and Sanji—

He’s sick of it.

He’s so so sick of it.

He spends what feels like hours running back and forth in this hellhole of a lab with poison gas invading his lungs and fucking Vergo attacking him and the next time that Sanji sees Zoro once everything is over, he’s busy doling out soup to the masses.

They like his soup, because he’s a good cook. Because he spent two years learning secret recipes and two years training harder than ever before and Zoro still has the gall to scowl at him like he doesn’t want to share the same air.

Sanji snaps.

He hands off the ladle to Franky

He walks over and aims a kick at Zoro’s head.

Zoro ducks.

He parries the next kick.

Sanji is relentless. He’s yelling. Insults, obscenities. Their fighting empties out their half of the room. Zoro works all the way up to three swords, breathing hard.

They only stop when Nami throws a weather attack at them and yells to take it outside. Cowed, Sanji calms down enough to slip out he door.

He’s surprised, honestly, when Zoro follows him.

“You gonna tell me what that was about?” Zoro asks.

“Shut up.”

Zoro scowls at him.

Sanji snaps his teeth. “That! That’s what this is about! That fucking face!”

Zoro blinks. “You’re mad at my face?” “Yeah! I fucking am! You keep— you’ve ALWAYS looked at me with that fucking face! Like I’m fucking BENEATH YOU!”

Zoro blinks again. His scowl, briefly, disappears, replaced with confusion. “I don’t think you’re fucking beneath me,” he says, sounding bewildered.

Sanji pauses. “What— is your face just stuck like that?”

Zoro’s face drops back into a scowl. “Shut up,” he says. “Maybe I’m just annoyed by you.”

Annoyed.

Well. That does hurt. The part of Sanji that has realised by now just how much he wants something more than just approval from the swordsman. It… sorta hurts that he doesn’t trust him as a fighter AND doesn’t like him as a person.

“Oh,” he says.

Zoro’s eyebrows knit together. “Hold on,” he says. “What the fuck.”

“…What?”

“You think I don’t like you because you’re, what, not competent?”

“I’m competent,” Sanji lies.

“Yeah,” Zoro says. “I know.”

What?

Sanji peers at him. “You… know?”

“We’re the strongest people on Luffy’s crew. Of course I know.”

Sanji’s not strong. He’s never been strong. “No we’re not,” he says.

“I mean obviously I mean besides Luffy.”

“I— that’s not what I meant.” Sanji tugs absentmindedly on his hair. It’s fucking cold here.

“So you don’t hate me because I’m weak… you just hate me because I’m annoying,” he intones.

Zoro looks at him like he has two heads. “I don’t hate you Cook, fucking hell.”

Sanji throws his hands up, face hot. “Then what is your problem with me? You’ve always done this, always given me this— this LOOK when we’re fighting people—“

“You’re coughing,” Zoro says.

“…Excuse me?”

“You got some of that poison gas in your lungs. Not a lot, but enough that you’re affected.”

“Fine. I fucked up—“

“I should’ve been faster,” Zoro says.

Sanji blinks. “Been faster at what?”

“Clearing the area. I should’ve gone after that fucking clown.”

“You had a job to do—“

“Every time I’m too slow, people get hurt. You get hurt.”

Sanji scoffs. “We can protect ourselves. We’re all in Luffy’s crew.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” Zoro says, hand gripping his swords.

“You’re the fucking cook, that’s your job. It’s my job to keep you safe.”

“I’m a pirate, I’m just as capable—“

Zoro growls, shoulders hunching up. “It’s not about being CAPABLE, FUCK, SANJI OF COURSE YOU’RE CAPABLE. But it’s my job.” He starts pacing.

“Those scars on your back from the lightning are still there in the right light. That scar from Drum island too. I’d known you for two days before you ended up covered in fishman blood to the point I wasn’t sure if you had just killed someone or were actively dying.”

He stops suddenly, turning and grasping Sanji’s upper arms, that scowl firmly in place as he stares into Sanji’s eye. “Every time you get hurt? That’s MY failure. My ONLY job on this crew is to keep people SAFE.”

Sanji stands rigid, keeping eye contact. “Zoro,” he says.

Zoro drops his arms as if burned.

“Zoro,” Sanji says again. “Mosshead. You’re not in this alone.”

“My job is swords,” Zoro mutters.

Sanji, despite himself, barks out a raw laugh. “And here I spent the last two and a half years thinking you just hated how weak I was.”

“You keep saying that,” Zoro says, looking utterly baffled. “You’re not weak. You’ve never been weak.”

Sanji thinks of metal weighing his head down, of dark dungeons and rats.

He thinks about Zeff teaching him. About his flaming kicks. “…Huh,” is all he says.

Then, because he’s not weak, he reaches out and grabs onto Zoro’s robe. “You don’t hate me. You don’t think I’m weak.”

“I’m not going to keep upping your ego,” Zoro growls.

Sanji pulls him in by his robe and— he doesn’t kiss him. He knocks their foreheads together.

“Shit, ow,” Zoro groans.

Sanji breathes against his skin. “Mosshead,” he says. “Why do you scowl at me and no one else?”

There’s silence for a while. Sanji can feel his eyelashes when he blinks.

“It’s because you’re annoying as fuck,” Zoro says.

And then he surges up to kiss him.

Sanji welcomes it.

It’s a kiss with a lot of teeth and too much heat and the taste of cheap sake.

It’s just what Sanji needed.

Maybe it’s just what Zoro needed.

Sanji can feel him scowling into the kiss and it feels like a promise.

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miss-tarja · 1 month ago

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Iridiscent (Pt. 8)

Pirate! Miguel O'Hara x Mermaid Reader

WARNINGS: Graphic depictions of metamorphosis, brief descriptions of aztec mythology, usage of mayan language, trauma responses, angst, body horror, hostile behaviors, emotional distress.

Summary: The unwillingness to an end only brings a new begining.

A/N: Thanks for your patience with this story <3. Hope you like! Reblogs and feedback much appreciated.

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“Get your wretched hands off me!”

A cold, almost glacial and numbing sensation spread through his chest upon having a taste of your resentful voice. His brain however struggled with all its might to understand, or at least try to assimilate what was happening. Had he gone mad? Had his time in the sea been too much it had been scrambling his perception of reality with cruel games?

Had Constantino's post-mortem memory and influence on the ship been too powerful for him to now hear things he shouldn't? No, certainly not, or else he wouldn’t be here, before the creature that once fed his foolish hopes of salvation for his daughter.

Before you , -the creature- with a shocked expression it only rivaled the one he gave the woman he got pregnant, when she announced the fatherly news to him back then.

"You... You can speak." the pirate accused in a confused murmur. Like a gentle reassuring to himself, that his brain and senses worked perfectly, although squeamish to elaborate further when you growled again to suffocate a painful whimper, rumbling in your rising and anxious chest.

Yet the tears had dared to fall, unabashed and thick, from your eyes. If it wasn't for the fact they weren't a sign of joy, he'd marvel at the haunting beauty of your liquid pain. After all, the tragic embodiment of iridescence laid desecrated at his feet, marred by greed and an unquenchable lust only men possessed.

The soft clink on the floor interrupted his sight from your frame for a moment, to admire yet another puzzling wonder of your mystical nature. Every tear that fell and dissolved onto the coppery smelling surface, left nothing but these tiny, pearly, ravishing and sharp shards to sprawl under the unmarred slope of your breasts.

Much to his consternation, the scales in your shoulders had dimmed their shine, adopting this curled and feeble paper-like texture, that if the wind decided so, they could fly away within a blow. One of the pearls etched in your skin around your hip fell down and rolled away, followed by a meek trickle of blood. Your hand chased it, but to no avail, as it gladly joined the rest of the debris around you.

The sound alone of the pirate’s hefty steps were enough to snap your head in his direction. Vitriol dripped from your eyes, giving resentment and hatred a gelid, yet breathtaking look.

Entire constellations and outworldly landscapes swam in them, just like the redhead courtesan claimed. But such a sight was overshadowed by the venom in your broken and choking words.

"Damn you!” a half hiss and half sob escaped you. Men’s tenacity to seize the moment to get what they wanted both terrified and amazed you, as it often waltzed hand in hand with a great amount of ignorance disguised as superstition. You being subdued was more than a living proof of how far they’d go, “Look what you've done!"

Your cries slowly melted in another frustrated and maudlin sob. Moving was equally excruciating as speaking, but now that you had the power of voicing your own thoughts and spite, silence could never be an option again, much less when it came to men. Even if it yielded all of your energies.

Another tack of a falling pearl made him step closer, raising his shaky hands where you saw them, like a fragile yet honest promise of truce.

"Let me help you." He offered the lithe olive branch, in hopes you’d take it.

"No." Your head denied softly as you tried to curl your mangled tail underneath yourself, but it only squeezed fresh pain from your eyes. The denial spilled clumsily out of your mouth, your tongue after all, was getting used to rolling and moving in the correct way to articulate properly after centuries devoted to silence.

The information absorbed from Elliot's kiss was enough to understand one of the many languages you had heard men speak.

"Your kin has done enough for me." you spat with such revulsion it nearly slapped his face with an open palm. Sure. He had slain the monster, yet he found himself treated as one.

"You’re bleeding…" Miguel noted, torn between the realization he was talking to a mermaid, and his inner strings tugging a bit too hard on his heart, full with doubts that drowned him in uncertainty. For once, a situation surpassed him beyond understanding. Yet, the stubborn nature in him urged him to try and adapt, like always. “I’ll take you to someone that will help-”

"Come any closer and I’ll devour your flesh until nothing but bones remain from you!" You fumed, "Don’t you dare to touch me- NO!" You shrieked, your clawed hands thrashed in any direction they could, despite the unbearable pain as soon as he invaded your personal space, by placing his hands on the midsection of your tail, to lift you up and properly assess the damage done, yet another pearl fell down, dragging clumps of scales with it.

His hands slid through the scaly surface too soon and familiar for your likings. And not the kind of pleasant familiar. His touch, beyond unneeded, prone to provoke queasiness, and the bile to rise in utter disgust, reminded you of those that soiled your autonomy and freedom. Like the monsters that butchered your hopes of peace in chunks so tiny they were unrecognizable.

"Your kind won't touch me again!" His arms were the main target of your claws, as they gashed and scratched him through searing anguish and tears.

Your words were enough for him to grab both of your hands with ease in a single of his, and pulled you closer to him. Your heart could barely stand both the frighten and rage fighting within. Survival was a must.

The curious touches, the unwilling warmth irradiating from your captor's body, El Brujo's beady eyes on you, was too much. They were all too fresh in your mind to give into the whims of the herculean man you once hungered after, yet in your despair, you chomped on Miguel's arms, earning a wincing and vexed growl.

Your brain too hazed with that primal fear to think coherently, your fight and flight responses were on to their peak, feeding the urge of escaping, surpassing your hunger.

"¡Calmate! ¡No te haré nada!" (Calm down, I won’t hurt you!)

He grunted, battling with the sting of his wounds and the draining energy fraying his patience.

"No!" but you protested as your fin, or rather what was left of it, flapped on the floor with loud, splattering thuds, sprinkling dots of red in whichever surface they landed. The foreign language spilling from Miguel’s lips, sounded eerily alike to your captor’s. Allies definitely, your reasoning condemned.

The hatred flame burned ablaze, as it earned him another bite in his arm. How dared him to ally with such a wicked and vicious man? His blood proved ambrosial to your senses, ironically, it was overly tart in your tongue. Like if you were drinking a tall and full glass of thick, cursed and ashy water.

"¡Deja de morderme, chingada madre!" (Stop biting me for fuck's sakes!)

He growled at your evident disregard to his attempts of parley . Another cut from your claws had his eyelid twitching in anger, and with all the strength he could, he grabbed you by the arms, applying enough pressure for your scales to tickle his hands for a split of second, his hands managed to hold down the flailing and attacking limbs at once as he boomed in your face.

"¡Qué te quedes quieta, verga!" (Still the fuck down!)

You froze. His voice, no, the power in it had your rampaging despair still for a couple of seconds. But as soon as your eyes noticed his hands approaching your shattered fin, a feeling surpassing the state of panic, ran through your body with such intensity the scales in the back of your nape bristled, like if they warned you from a new danger. Your hands trembled, but somehow gathered enough courage to grab his weathered face.

His eyes settled on yours, wide, alarmed, beyond confused as your breath fanned over his mouth. The coolness -and a tinge of saltiness- caressed his skin, almost loverlike with each exhale you heaved. All of his muscles had yelled stop and obeyed the command of your fingers by stilling. His heart hammered in his ribcage with such force you could see the small jumps of his powerful pumps echoing in his chest. A trickle of cold sweat rolled down the side of his forehead.

Yet, none had prepared The Red Eyed Demon to feel the soft yet cold muscles of your lips colliding against his.

Men were easily distracted by kisses, right? Maybe if you tasted him long enough he would forget what he was doing, like you had witnessed so many times with the men on land. However, an electrifying spasm ran through your body, while icy lips melded almost too perfectly against his meaty, warm and lush ones. Unable to break the contact.

Your brain got trapped in the crossfire as the unforeseen memories of the pirate began flooding it.

The images flashed in such a speedy and intense tempo behind your eyes it tore a wince from you. Your pain was deemed a token in exchange for the knowledge that filtered through. Soon all those sounds and syllables he spat, became clear as the day the deeper you kissed him. The images kept flashing, showing in a hasty turn a myriad of blurred people at once.

A little boy burying a woman morphed into a taller boy whipping a man.The image twisted into an old pirate invading a destroyed manor, but the memories remained for a second longer on a little girl that resembled him, beaming and laughing at him with such innocence your cold skin thawed for a second at the warmth irradiating from her, until the flash of an old man he called father, came in bustling in a violent swirl.

There was a white haired old woman talking, and so many unknown people pouring in all directions like their voices, overwhelming your conscience with so much information. The pang of ache hit your head first. As if someone had grabbed your head and squeezed it with the only intention of turning it into a pulp. His own name rang through the voices. You recognized Elliot, but it blurred into a white blue eyed man behind bars, asking for his help, many guards and men fighting-

But one memento stood out the most, engraved forever in your ancient brain. The face of Constantino as he was pushed into the angry mob's bloodthirsty hands. For a split second you savored the moment, as if you had been the one pushing the bastard into the sea of justice-starved men.

The absence of regret in his face, had your scales crawling in dread. Even in his death, the wickedness shone triumphant through his eyes.

Before your lips could absorb his soul, Miguel pushed you away with an erratic breath, blinking, nonplussed for a second with flushed and swollen lips, staggering on his own steps at the sudden weakness taking over his body. His head pounded the more he looked at the golden and blue flames, his sight too sensitive to the light for a moment. What on earth he had just experienced?

"¿Qué... qué diablos me hiciste? " (What... What the hell did you do to me?)

He panicked, refusing his role as human chum and ending up like Elliot, while taking a few wobbly steps back. There was always a time and a place to die, but this wasn’t it for him.

"No funcionó..." (It didn't work)

You mumbled in the same Spanish as him, but this only added more questions than answers. Why wasn’t he leaving you alone? Or why wasn’t he speaking that nonsensical yet loving gibberish about you being his one and only, like you had seen it before? Because after a kiss a show of affection came, right? What had gone wrong in the kiss?

What have you done wrong?

His throat swallowed with great effort an overgrown lump. “Mierda… ¿Puedes entenderme?” His brows crinkled together, as his wide eyes pinned you on the spot. Disturbed. What kind of sick joke was the universe playing on him? (Shit… Can you understand me?)

However an inhuman and harrowing cry snapped all stupor on both sides, you could think of the kiss’ failure later, as your brain diverted all of your attention into the distressing signs nipping your body.

The kiss had depleted all of your energies, the last bit of them faded into nothing but agonizing and bleak tremors. You had kissed him to understand him, and to see if he was fool enough to let you go. But only one objective managed to make it though.

So cold…

But it mattered little. Although your heatless skin was perfect for the ever cool ocean’s depths and his touch only confirmed this, why did it suddenly feel over and above gelid for you? Why was your temperature changing so drastically? And worse, why in Poseidon's realm were your teeth clattering?

That alone was enough to wake a new instinct so primal like the urge of terrifying men, within you. To seek warmth and alleviate the numbing cold freezing your bones. The need for it rivaled the insufferable itchiness of your falling scales.

There was no more iridescence in them, but dull, flimsy and cracking pieces that floated effortlessly to the floor, and around him. Like macabre cherry blossoms drifting in the wind. But unlike the beauty of the pink petals, he found himself surrounded with pieces of you that once dressed your tail. Landing on whatever place of his body they could reach, marking him unintentionally.

As they flaked and fell out, their thickness increased. Your whole body turned heavy and leaden-limbed in his arms, despite the captain lifting you with no apparent issue.

There was a wet and slimy sensation slipping through your fingers. You couldn’t see it, and something within you nearly chastised you to not look. To not surpass your curiosity with a glance, or else, it’d be overmuch, for you and your mind to digest.

Crying was as equally exhausting as speaking. But the panic grope your senses once more when the short pained grunts and gasps turned even more suffocating. As if an invisible hand squeezed your windpipe. Your hands immediately went for your neck, meeting the rugged texture of the enclosing gills. Within a matter of seconds they had snapped shut.

No! No! No!

A choked whimper flew and your wide, panicky eyes blurred again. Your hands grabbed whatever part of him they reached at the moment, while your mouth opened and begged for air. And unlike the first time they clawed at his limbs, despair for not getting the proper amount of air in your lungs, blinded you completely in terror.

“Hey, hey!” Miguel tensed, while the color in your face turned a soft shade of blue, “Use your mouth!” He opened his and inhaled, teaching you to breath and you followed without much choice. Confusion turned into anger, which turned into this jumble of anxiety, fear and shame.

The first gulp of air felt like an insult to your sullied existence, as you were now forced to breathe through your mouth and nose. Like him. Like them.

If it wasn’t for the terror holding your senses hostage, the situation could be labeled as comically dark. You were literally a fish out of water.

“W-What’s… what did you do?” no matter how many times you begged for answers in between chokes and clumsy gulps, he didn’t give you any, as he didn’t have them. Not out of malice but out of true ignorance of what was happening to you.

You were lighter, he noted -a bit too late maybe-. Could it be thanks to the adrenaline coursing his body as he rushed to take you to Tlali? No. Oh, definitely not. He regretted for a second dragging his sight in the union of your waist and your tail. He had lost the count of how many times his eyes had menaced to pop out of their socket every time he examined you.

But how could he not? How could he remain indifferent when the pearls once etched onto your body, fell off their slits and rolled away from you, as if they had deemed you unworthy to be dressed in them (like your scales), all while he lifted your piteous body in his strong, yet trembling arms.

The cascade of clicks and clacks by the fugitive pearls deafened him for a second. Taking you to the shaman was crucial if he wanted answers.

"Shit" Miguel's eyes narrowed at the sudden discomfort tearing your body apart both figuratively and literally. A skin-crawling splatter at his feet stopped him in his tracks as he made it to the exit, and when his gaze turned down, the bile and nausea rose once more in the back of his throat upon the grim scene.

One of your fins had fallen over his boot. And like your tears, it had dissolved into sharp chunks of pearls. Even if the urge for his hands to pick them up and examine them coursed him through, his mind commanded him to move.

To make haste and never stop until he arrived at the hut. His steps obeyed and rushed, leaving a clinking and breaking trail behind him. The cold breeze had you shivering and whining in his arms.

"No, no, you gotta hold on!" Miguel grumbled, half tumbling over his feet, rushing towards the deck. “I just fucking found you and you ain’t dying on me, understand?”

The chunks of pearls kept echoing through the deck, but muffled as soon as they fell onto the beach. Your lips, once lush and juicy, were now pale and almost blue, like the sky you sometimes had the pleasure to admire, from the cold.

"N-No... Let me... let me d-" You choked as his breathless pants echoed through, he was running.

A rivulet of blood escaped from the corner of your lips. The pressure in your gums, unbearable. Were your teeth aligning? Because the ache resembled a lot when you first teethed: Itchy, with intermittent waves of discomfort that moved back and forth through your tender, yet bleeding gums.

“We’re almost there!” He roared. Inwardly praying none came across his way. Or else he’d have to commit another murder he didn’t have the time for. He could have covered you first, his mind reprimanded him at the evident neglect, but time had grown tired of being his ally and you were injured.

Besides the rags in the bilge were too dirty and smelly to drape them over your wounded self. He didn’t want to dirty you even further.

What else do you want from me?

You didn't know how long he ran, but it finally came to a stop. Your weakened hand felt the hammering in his chest, same for the air filling him.

“TLALIXA!” He roared, yet your ears perceived it far, far away.

The wrinkly woman clicked her tongue, as that name was only used whenever the council fought over the most ridiculous of things. She was a well respected matriarch after all.

“There is no need for yelling, Miguel. I’m right here.” She spoke while lighting up a new cone of incense. But the captain couldn’t care less.

With an intrusive swipe to the trinkets on top of the surface, Miguel placed you on top of the flimsy looking table, that moaned as soon as your weight dropped on it. The crashing had the shaman standing, anger clinging to her features as she swung her walking stick towards Miguel.

“¡Me importa poco si todo el mundo aquí te tiene miedo, Miguel. Pero con mis cosas no!” (I don’t care if everyone fears you around here, but don’t mess with my stuff!)

Miguel grabbed the stick, but instantly let it go. Grabbing an elder’s walking aid was not only a sign of disrespect, and Adia taught him everything but that. His hands clasped together and his knees nearly bent before her, like a devotee meeting his source of adoration for the first time.

“ Perdóname, Tlali. Pero debes ayudarme, te recompensaré. Lo prometo, pero por favor, ¡ayúdame!.” (Forgive me, Tlali, but you gotta help me. I’ll reward you, but please, help me.)

The Demon removed himself from her way, to give space for her to witness the lurid metamorphosis as well. Confusion, and disbelief were the main things Miguel could identify in Tlalixa’s wrinkled sight.

“La encontré.” (Found her) He swallowed, “Olivares had trapped her and things happened, and… Dios mio …” He heaved in short shallow breaths, “When I brought her here she was like this… and… and I don’t know what is happening, but she must live.”

“Que Ometéotl nos ampare…” (May Ometeotl protect us)

Her hand drew a sigil in the wind as she approached you. Childlike wonder instantly filled her features the more she scrutinized you. And unlike the men that managed to hunt you down, there was no malice in her wrinkly eyes, rather veneration.

A mermaid. The creature she always fantasized to reincarnate in. The creature that against all odds had survived in this treacherous world for the gods know how long. Until now. Her eyes frowned empathetically when she recognized your suffering.

Tlali’s eyes raked over your neck, staring with a disapproving purse of her lips the bruise around it, shaped in the collar that Carrillo had put you in. She didn’t have to imagine the weight of them to remain engraved in your skin, as she had experienced it herself a long time ago. Spaniards loved to chain anyone deemed below their breed.

Reluctantly, her dark eyes moved then to your arms, finding scratches, a couple of bites still healing, a diagonal cut in your left shoulder, but she gulped, uncomfortable, upon stopping at the midsection of your chest. A bleeding gash tainted your torso, blood pooled, reaching past the soft curve of your stomach.

Miguel’s jaw clenched. He had been in such a haste he didn’t have the time to properly assess the damages Olivares had inflicted on you. Tlalixa had discovered her fair share of things, but the gash, a bit too deep and familiar, struck a chord as he blinked with a grisly realization.

The pearl.

You had stolen his pearl and wore it proudly, like a token for saving his life back then at that island. Until Constantino had cruelly carved it out of your chest and placed it in that jar with the single purpose of collecting pieces of you for his own museum of horrors. A new wave of indignation doused him.

“ Ba'ale' ba'ax tu beeto'ob ti' teech, chan x-ch'úupal? ” (What have they done to you, dear?)

A whimper -a pathetic one- escaped your throat. What use would be to hide your suffering to whatever soul spoke to you in such gentleness? Whatever language the woman spoke, soothed your railed nerves, but only crisped Miguel’s.

"Do something!" Miguel pleaded, but the shaman just stared with wrinkly, critical and concerned eyes, as all traces of mermaid prepared to abandon your body. Your head lolled to a side, hanging briefly before Miguel cupped it, carefully picking it up.

He’s warm…

“Leave me be!” You barely shrieked away from them. Completely quanked of all energies to fight. They had broken you and your spirit. Humans had finally subdued you, earning another flawless victory to their wretched tabs.

Miguel’s hands pressed on your face, and if his anxiety was already over the roof, what his thumbs discovered made it shoot beyond earth. His finger had pressed over your lips, accidentally slipping in your mouth. He was expecting the sharp prong of your maws to nick his skin, but in lieu, nothing but pearly white and almost too perfect human teeth remained.

"Her anger and resentment surpasses death's reach." Tlalixa’s enigmatic voice sentenced, heavy with sorrow.

"¡Por una vez en tu pinche vida, deja de hablar en acertijos pendejos que no entiendo y háblame claro de una puta vez!" Half groaned, half boomed Miguel, completely peeved for the shaman's inopportune and yet again cryptic wit. He truly didn't mean to yell or be disrespectful, but you were dying and she could do nothing but speak yodaism. (For once in your fucking life stop speaking to me in stupid ass riddles that I don't understand, and fucking speak clearly!)

"La sirena…” She exhaled, defeated as her knowledge couldn’t help the creature, the damage had been greater than expected. “She's too angry to die."

A wrinkly hand hovered over your head, heart and stomach, to return over your heart and her white head shook with disappointment, but not because you weren’t fighting, au contraire, she was disappointed for the lack of heart and compassion men still carried, even after hundreds of years going by.

"Centuries of escaping men had wounded her deeply. It has shaped her hatred into something so... intense I can't... No puedo ver más allá. Su ira es demasiada." (I can't see further. Her ire is too much.)

Another groan had his skin shivering. Despite air feeding his lungs, it wasn’t welcomed as the news were heavy and hard to digest. A single question popped in his mind followed by a horrendous tightening in his throat.

"Is... Is she gonna die?" The pirate feared the questions itself, but all the hells he went through to be here, in this very moment, couldn’t be for naught.

"As a siren, yes. She will.” Tlali pointed at the shedding scales. “She is." She gestured your way.

The place where chains once held your fins had turned raw and pink, an angry reminder of the nonexistent mercy your captors had shown. For a split of second Miguel recognized the shot he had given your fin back at his ship.

And it didn’t help that the gruesome display of your tail hardening, snatched the pirate’s attention in a go. And far from being morbid, Miguel couldn't help but marvel at the death occurring before him.

Hot, searing pain engulfed you completely, and the last bit of conscience vanished when your main fin, dangling from a thread of flesh, fell on the floor. Shattering into small gusts of powder that the wind blew in a whisper, leaving the air in a beautiful cloud of iridescence. The salty musk of it tickled his nose as your body accepted its end.

However, a lurid crack made both to step back. Your tail had hardened within seconds and unavoidable as it was, it began crumbling, like a cocoon.

Scales flaked away completely off your body, leaving shiny and smooth skin peeking under the shedding tissue around your waist. What he initially thought as rags covering your breast, quickly dissolved in this frothy and sea-weed pungent smelling foam.

His nose scrunched at the stench, but his eyes widened, yet again, as perky mounds emerged underneath, rising ever softly with weakened breaths. His red eyes dragged laboriously to each piece of newfound skin they could witness. A great percentage of your body was covered in either scratches or bruises.

"Some creatures are too resentful to die, so as revenge, they turn into what they hate the most." The shaman explained.

The calcified tail cracked and fell on each side of the table, polluting the air in more opalescent glitter the more chunks fell, until a supple pair of thighs came forth in his incredulous stare.

Naturally, a darkened patch of hair covered the junction of your thighs. But he spared you some shame and steered his eyes elsewhere. Focusing on the bleeding gash in your ankle, that without mistake, was inflicted in the same way your fin had been sliced through.

"Men?" his brow quirked, and his mind raced with dread from all the things he'd have to endure once you were awake.

"A human, Miguel. She hates us." Tlali draped her shawl over an unconscious you once the transformation ended, your bare body had been exposed enough. "You yearned for her presence so bad the universe granted you the wish."

The shaman took a clean rag and doused it with water, removing the glittery dust off your face. It was the least she could do to repay her uselessness in keeping your outworld nature alive.

And not that Miguel blamed you. He’s had his own taste of that misanthropic side of his kin, leaving nothing but scars too fresh and deep he often wondered if they’d ever close or if they'd ever allow him to sleep properly.

"At what cost though? Look at what happened...” His hands rubbed over his face, drained.

"Universe will tell. Eventually. For now let us rest. What comes next is no easy feat for both."

"For both?" His brows furrowed, “¿Qué no me acabas de decir que nos odia?” (Didn’t you just say that she hates us?)

Tlali ignored him, too distracted in the foreign chant leaving her thin and wise lips for a moment. Then turned a syrupy sweet smelling stick on, that reminded him of those still burning in Salazar’s hidden room.

“Tlali, por Dios… contéstame .” He pressed, earning nothing but an irked huff from the elder. (For heaven’s sake, answer me)

“Ya te escuché. Todo lo que resta ahora es esperar. No es tu virtud, ni fuerte. Pero debes de.” (I’ve heard you. All you must do now is wait. I know it’s not your virtue nor forte, but you must.)

“¿¡Yo!? ¡¿Por qué diablos yo?! ” (Me?! Why the hell me?) Miguel shrieked

“Porque sobreviviste a su beso. ¿Sabes acaso lo letal que son?” The shaman sighed and held onto his forearm for balance. “Si una sirena te besa, absorbe muchísimas cosas. Sus memorias son tan profundas y antiguas como el mar. Y si ha sobrevivido todo este tiempo, pues, ya sabes lo que ha de haber pasado.” (You’ve survived her kiss. Do you have any clue of how lethal those are?) (If a siren kisses you, they absorb so many things. Their memories are as deep and ancient as the sea. And if she has survived this long, well, you can only imagine what has happened.)

“What does it have to do with me though?”

“You saved her. Even if she doesn’t see it that way, she’s your responsibility now, Miguel.”

Miguel shook his head so vigorously, dizziness crossed his features for a moment. “No. No, she's not. I’ve got a ship to retrieve, Tlali! I can’t-”

“So, you’ll give her the right by proving yourself the same as the rest?”

“It’s not that!” He groaned, his patience tugging harder at the seams, “I… I just wanted to see if they were real for my daughter to see! But Gabriella is gone!” He swallowed down another overgrown lump in his throat. “Who am I supposed to show her to? And I didn’t expect for them to be…real!” His hands gestured with despair.

“They are. They’ve always been, but you refused to believe me and now you’ve got one, or at least one that used to be it on my table. What other proof do you need for you to start listening?” For once she spoke without the mysticism that always followed her like a leech, “She’s here now.”

“She hates me.” The pirate grumbled, convinced of such affirmation.

“Hate is a strong word, I’d rather use the term fear. Now, It’s up to both if that fear evolves. But for now, rest. You’ve got a long day ahead.” Tlali warned before disappearing around the corner.

But how could he sleep after what he just experienced? His head still pounded from the kiss, and after what the shaman told him, it all the pieces of this puzzle fit perfectly. You were dangerous, even in your apparent weakened state.

Another draining fact came to his mind. Facing you wouldn’t be peachy. In fact, he was already dreading such an event. And not that he hated you, he simply didn’t feel safe around you. Perhaps it was the first thing in common you both shared.

But even so, he sat a few steps away from your resting body. Maybe in another lifetime he would’ve done things right and moved away from Campeche as soon as Gabriella was born and she would’ve been alive.

She would’ve lived her life away from the coast and everything that rendered the sea. So he wouldn’t have listened to these mythical stories about sirens, feeding Gabriella’s obsession with them.

Promise you’ll find one for me, Papa.

But the would'ves and could'ves no longer existed. Only the very moment he breathed and lived. His hands twirled the ever dear shell-shaped lockett in his thick fingers, contemplating on his own lack of disdain in his promises. He always fulfilled them, albeit late. And he had promised his little girl to find one, one day. The golden shell touched his lips, like they would on Gabi’s forehead to soothe her from a nightmare.

Found her, Gabi.

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chloesimaginationthings · 1 month ago

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The animatronics are different from FNAF 1 movie..

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candycandy00 · 1 year ago

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The Maiden’s Voyage - A Sukuna x Reader Fanfic Part 3

You’re a passenger on a ship attacked by pirates. The pirate captain Sukuna chooses you to be his entertainment for the voyage.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. AU. Sukuna as a Pirate Captain. Noncon/Rape! Very rough sex! Bondage. Violence. Blood. Spanking (with belt). Sukuna is a cruel, sadistic monster here! You’ve been warned!

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! There will be multiple parts because I got really attached to this idea and it was getting too long. Any feedback, comments, reblogs, etc. will make my day sunny and bright! 💖 Dividers by @benkeibear!

Pure, unbridled terror overwhelms you as Captain Sukuna drags you back into his quarters and slams the door shut behind him. He’s angry, you can feel it even though he’s still wearing his regular, smug expression. The fact that he’s not outwardly showing his rage is somehow even scarier.

“Sukuna, I’m sorry! I-“

He suddenly rips the dress over your head, cutting off your pleading voice. You’ve been naked in this room many times, but you’ve never felt more vulnerable. You curl in on yourself, wrapping your arms around your body as you shrink away from him.

“Do you know what I usually do to women who try to escape?” he asks, stepping closer to you.

You shake your head, tears pouring down your face.

He grins. “I use a hammer to break their ankles. Then I force them to dance for me.”

You look him in the eyes. “Is that what you’re going to do to me?”

He stares at you, and for a brief moment, the smirk disappears, and an unreadable expression replaces it. But it only lasts a moment before he grins again. “No. I don’t want to hinder your ability to get on your knees for me. You suck my cock so well after all.”

Sukuna puts his hand on your face, wiping your tears gently. “But I have to punish you. You understand that, right? So I’m going over options in my mind.” His hand moves, his thumb brushing over your lips. “I could break your fingers one by one. Watching you try to jack me off with your little mangled fingers might be exciting. Or I could dig one those pretty eyes out of its socket and keep it as a souvenir.”

You flinch as his fingers come dangerously close to one of your eyes. Both his hands are on you now, pulling your arms away from your body. “Of course the easiest way would be to hand you over to my crew for the night, let them take turns fucking all your holes.”

All you can do is look up at him with teary eyes, the occasional shudder or hiccup shaking your body.

“But I don’t like sharing my toys,” he says, one hand moving to your hair while the other slides down to lightly grope your breast. He jerks your head back by your hair, then kisses you roughly. When he pulls away, he says in that smooth voice of his, “Thirty lashes. With my belt.”

“What?” you ask, not sure you heard him right.

“That’s the punishment I decided on. I’ll give you thirty lashes. That’s the standard on this ship, though we use a whip on the men. I’ll be extremely lenient with you and use my belt.”

You blink away your tears. Being whipped with a belt will surely be painful and humiliating, but it’s far better than broken bones or gouged out eyes. “Why?” you find yourself asking him. “Why be lenient with me?”

He pulls you closer, your body flush against his. “Because I don’t want to completely break you just yet. You’re so delicate,” he says, his large hands moving over your nude, trembling body, “the slightest little thing could crush you. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

You shudder under his touch, his fingers ghosting over your bruises. The room isn’t cold, but you feel an inexplicable chill.

“Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he commands.

You do as you’re told, not wanting to anger him any further. When you’re on the bed, facing his headboard, you suddenly feel shaky on his firm mattress. “L-like this?” you ask.

“Raise your ass higher,” he says, “and spread your knees.”

You glance back at him in time to see him pulling his shirt off, those mesmerizing tattoos moving with his taut muscles as he unbuckles his thick leather belt.

He’s seen every inch of you so many times by now, but somehow you feel more embarrassed than usual as you follow his orders. You move your knees far apart and lean slightly forward so that your ass lifts higher than the rest of you. In this position, your pussy is totally exposed. You bury your face in his sheets, mortified.

“Keep your face up,” he says, stepping closer and wrapping one end of his belt around his fist. “I want to enjoy the expressions you make.”

You look over your shoulder at him as he stands behind you. “Monster,” you mutter under your breath.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing!”

He grins, his red eyes seeming to glow menacingly. “I’ll show you a monster.”

Then, he swings the belt down, hitting it right across both your ass cheeks with enough force to knock your body forward a few inches on the bed. Fresh tears fill your eyes at the pain. You didn’t think it would hurt this much!

Whack!

The second hit is somehow worse than the first, and you choke back a sob. You’re supposed to endure thirty of these?!

Whack!

You clamp your hand over your mouth to avoid screaming. In your mind, you’re repeating a mantra: it’s better than broken bones! It’s better than broken bones!

Whack!

This one hit directly where a previous strike had, and it occurs to you that there’s only so much space on your ass. Meaning most of the hits are going to be on already damaged flesh.

Whack!

You whimper, finally letting pitiful cries escape you.

Sukuna pauses, stepping around to the side to look at your face. “Don’t tell me you’re breaking already,” he says in a mocking tone.

“It hurts!” you cry, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

Suddenly you feel his hand on your sore ass. He squeezes it, making you yelp. “It’s supposed to hurt,” he tells you. “This is a punishment, remember? Though I’m not sure your slutty body understands that.”

You look back at him. “What?”

He’s behind you again, staring between your quivering legs. “You’re a mess back here, dripping all over my bed. It’s running down your thighs.”

No way. That can’t be true! You’re not enjoying this! But now that he’s mentioned it, you can feel the wetness there, the fluid sliding down your skin. More humiliated than ever, you try to hide your face again. That’s when his hand slides down, his fingers slipping inside your soaked pussy.

You gasp, your body jerking. Your first instinct is to try to crawl away, but his fingers feel so good! They’re stroking you just right, and the pleasure is such a sweet distraction from the pain. You let out a weak moan, and you hear Sukuna laugh.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You’re clenching around my fingers.”

“No!” you cry, you legs growing wobbly from the pleasure. “It just… it just…”

His thumb glides over your clit. “It just what?”

“It just feels good!” you scream, on the verge of climax.

He moves his hand away, and you whine at the loss. “I’m not letting you cum,” he says, and he brings the belt down again. This time the rough leather collides with your sensitive pussy, and the sting of it makes your vision go white. You cry out, but Sukuna is merciless, giving you five more lashings in the same spot, reducing you to a sobbing mess.

“Now you’ve got my belt sticky,” he says, holding it up. You can see parts of it glistening with your juices.

“Please, I don’t think I can take anymore!”

He moves to the side again, this time putting a hand on top of your head, rubbing your hair. “You can, and you will. And when it’s over, I’ll reward you. I’ll make you cum until you lose your mind, then I’ll fuck this needy little cunt until you can’t walk.”

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Sukuna loves the look on her face, the mixture of arousal and pain. He’s already so hard he could burst out of his pants, and watching her drenched pussy twitch and leak is making it very difficult for him. But he’s strong enough to hold back until her punishment is over.

He continues the lashings, enjoying the sight of the red stripes appearing on her soft skin. Droplets of blood bead along some of the lines, and she makes the sweetest whimpers and sobs. She’s shaking, the sheets balled into her small fists, her lovely face wet with tears. He has to start talking to keep himself from cumming at the mere sight of her.

“Why did you wait so long to try escaping?” he asks her. “I was just about to give up and go back to my cabin. Were you afraid of getting caught? Or… something else?”

Her voice is so small when she answers, “Something… else…” between strikes.

“Oh?” Has she broken down to the point that she can’t think to lie? “And what would that be?”

She doesn’t answer, so he gives her a particularly hard strike, and she cries out, dropping her head onto the mattress. He gives her a moment to catch her breath. When she raises her head again, she looks back at him. Her pretty face looks so embarrassed! It’s delicious!

“I just… had trouble walking out the door,” she finally says. “I don’t know why!”

His hand moves to her wet, quivering pussy again, rubbing it gently. She flinches, probably because of the lines etched into the delicate skin by his belt. “I see. Your body is growing addicted to the pleasure I give you.”

As if to emphasize his point, his fingers stroke her clit, making her moan.

If Sukuna were honest with himself, he’d admit that he’s also becoming addicted to her body, to the way it responds to his touch, to the way she feels wrapped tightly around his cock.

To the way she looks at him and says his name.

There’s only a few lashings left, and bizarrely, Sukuna is eager to finish them. Is it because he wants to fuck her as soon as possible? Or because he’d rather hear her moan than sob?

He’s being very lenient with her already. He didn’t lie when he told her he usually broke the ankles of those who attempted escape. And he did actually consider doing it to her. But when he looked into her terrified eyes, he just couldn’t bear the thought of maiming her.

It’s strange. He finds the pain of others arousing, especially that of beautiful women. And he certainly enjoys hurting this lovely maiden. But he doesn’t think he could enjoy seriously injuring her.

“Last one,” he announces as he swings the belt down a final time. Her body jolts from the impact, but she holds back any sound. Her shoulders are shaking, and he feels the inexplicable urge to pull her into his arms and hold her. But he doesn’t.

“I believe I promised you a reward.”

She looks back at him sharply as his fingers begin caressing her sore, striped body. “Wait, please, I can’t-“

He finds her clit, rubbing it gently, and her words become a moan. Perhaps as a reflex, her body presses back, toward his hand. He looks over the red lines covering her flesh, admiring the way they criss-cross to make beautiful patterns. He traces them with his other hand, then begins lightly kissing them.

She shudders, sighing softly. The small droplets of her blood cling to his lips, and he licks them clean. Every part of her tastes so sweet. Speaking of which….

“Ahhh!” she cries out when she feels his mouth on her dripping pussy, his tongue invading her folds to lap at her swollen clit. He wants to bite her, but remembers this is a reward, so he licks gently until her whole body trembles and she nearly collapses. She cries through her orgasm, overwhelmed by sensation.

He continues licking her, his fingers sliding in and out of her. Totally exhausted, her arms give way, and her top half falls limply on the mattress, her ass still slightly elevated and her thighs still spread. It’s such a vulnerable position, it’s almost pitiful. But how can Sukuna resist such a feast laid out before him?

He makes her cum twice more with his mouth, leaving her weeping and pleading for him to stop. She’s overstimulated, sore, and probably getting emotional. That much is obvious. But Sukuna hasn’t had his fun yet, so he opens his pants and pulls out his rock hard cock, then shoves it into her tender, drooling pussy.

She cries out in sheer desperation, her body practically a rag doll at this point. He firmly grips her waist and pulls it back toward him at the same time as he thrusts into her, allowing him to penetrate even deeper than ever. He thought she’d lost all strength, unable to move, but she’s clenching him so tightly that he has to think of the smelliest, grossest member of his crew for a moment to try to calm himself down.

He slams into her, over and over, while she lies there with her tear streaked face smashed against the sheets. Poor little thing. She doesn’t even realize her night is just getting started.

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The next few days go by in a blur. You spend all your time in Sukuna’s quarters. If he’s in the room, he’s usually fucking you, or he’s looking over maps at his desk while you suck him off underneath it.

When you’re alone, you sleep. Once a day you bathe in his private washroom. So far he’s given you no restrictions on how often you can use the bathroom or what you can eat. From what you can tell, you eat the same things he does.

One day you realize with a start that you’re looking forward to him returning to his room, looking forward to seeing his face. You can’t understand why. You’ve come to crave his touch, even though he’s rough and often hurts you. Because sometimes, his touch brings you so much pleasure that you think you might die.

“We’re stopping at a small port today,” he tells you out of the blue. “Just to load up on supplies. You’ll be staying in my quarters of course.”

You nod, having no desire to risk another escape attempt. You got off easy last time. If it happens again, he’ll surely do something terrible to you.

Sukuna leaves, and you spend the day waiting for his return. When he comes back hours later, he reaches you something wrapped in brown paper. “What is this?” you ask him.

“A present. Something that suits you more.”

You can’t imagine what it could be, but you sit on the bed and carefully open the package. Inside, you find a beautiful dress made of red velvet with white lace trim. You hold it up, marveling at its luster. “This is for me?”

He’s grinning as he watches you. “Try it on. I think I guessed your measurements well.”

You hurriedly pull off the tattered dress you’ve been wearing, barely feeling any embarrassment at all at this point. Then you pull on the new dress. It fits you perfectly, and feels luxurious. You rush over to the mirror in the corner of the room and look at your reflection. You’re bruised and your hair is a mess, but the dress looks lovely on you.

“It doesn’t compare to your beauty, but it’s better than the rag you were wearing,” he says.

You feel heat flood your face. You don’t know how to react when he says something like that. “Thank you for the dress. I love it.”

“Good,” he says. “I’ll try not to rip it off you.”

Two days later, Sukuna invites you to join him on the deck. There’s no celebration this time, but the sun is setting over the water, and he pulls you close to him as the two of you watch.

It’s a quiet, peaceful moment, and you almost begin to relax for the first time in days. But then you hear a strained voice say, “Sukuna!”

Both you and the captain turn around to find a man standing a few feet away. He’s clutching a shiny silver dagger in both hands as he stares at the two of you. Sukuna looks at him for a moment then says, “You’re not a member of my crew. Who are you?”

The man has rage in his eyes as he says, “My fiancé was on a ship you raided a month ago. You bastards murdered her and left her body ripped open on the deck! Now I’m going to kill your woman!”

Everything happens so fast. The man lunges at you, pointing the blade right at your chest. You scream and try to put your hands up in a defensive manner. And at the last second, Sukuna moves in front of you, his tall body creating a shield. You hear the terrible sound of a blade stabbing into flesh, and blood splatters across the wooden deck as you cry out Sukuna’s name.

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4ng3l-1z-d3d · 23 days ago

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the fnaf that the WOKE LEFT want

Freddy FAGbear

FAGGY the pirate

ChiCUNT the chicken

BUTTSTUFF the bunny

WilliTHEM afton

Mangle

prize QUEEN

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badolmen · 2 years ago

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“I’m scared to pirate stuff - ” do it scared!*

*with Firefox and Adblock and a VPN and -

If you want a nonspecific, nonexhaustive “where do I even start” guide…

Sail the cyber seas at your own risk!

Streaming - “I want to watch xyz”

This is normally what most people want when they talk about pirating.

Use Firefox with uBlock Origin and additional privacy add-ons such as PrivacyBadger, TrackMeNot, etc.

Free VPNs are out there. Get one - but vet it’s efficacy. My go-tos are Proton VPN, or Windscribe if you plan to do a bit of torrenting.

What is torrenting? How does it work? Here’s a guide!

Back to streaming -

Make sure that a) you’ve got your Mozilla browser with all its adblocking private glory, and b) you’ve got a VPN turned on to hide what you’re doing in that browser from your ISP (internet service provider).

Now you need to actually find a site to stream from. This is the tricky part, because openly sharing these sites will get them taken down if they’re talked about widely enough. (Remember how tiktok idiots got zlibrary taken down?)

You’re going to have to talk to people on forums. You’re going to have to experiment with sites you find yourself. Search for ‘x online free’ and look at the links that come up - is the preview text mangled or clickbaitey? Are there Reddit threads about that website confirming or denying its content? A good rule of thumb is to ignore the top result or two - copycats of good streaming sites will often buy out the top result spot. Eventually, you’ll develop a good gut feeling and understanding of what a good site ‘looks like’ from the results page alone.

However, there are some places that compile good sites that haven’t been nuked by lawyers (yet) - check out r/FMHY! The masterposts are actively curated and updated when a site goes down or is found to have malicious downloads.

Remember - loose lips sink ships. No tweeting (xeeting?) or Facebook statuses about your new favorite piracy website and where you found it. Even posting to tumblr (kind of like this…) isn’t a great idea if you want those websites to stay under the radar and stay accessible. Nobody talks, everybody walks (away with their share of pirate booty)

If you aren’t downloading media, pick pretty much any site and watch away! Adblock and Firefox will keep away pop-ups and other annoying ads, and your VPN means your ISP can’t tell that you’re visiting an unofficial streaming service.

Note: In my experience, I’ve never heard of visiting a site and watching stuff on it infecting or otherwise compromising your computer. That tends to come from misclicks on invisible or overwhelming pop-up ads that redirect you to an automatic download or similarly malicious bullshit. If you’re using Firefox and uBlock, you shouldn’t be in any danger of an accidental redirect.

Downloads - “I want to keep xyz”

This is the realm of pirate archiving - you’re keeping files physically on your hard drive, an external hard drive, or burning a disk.

Adblock + Firefox browser? Check. VPN on? Check.

Go to your streaming site of choice - most if not all have download options. You can download those files or, manually, right click and save the video file from the webpage as an mp4. I honestly don’t know if there’s a difference in quality or more danger in clicking the download buttons, but regardless -

Run that puppy through VirusTotal.com! It’s a reliable browser based virus checker - if the file is too large, use a local virus checking program (your native Windows Defender on Windows computers or, I prefer, Malwarebytes)

Generally mp4 and mp3 files are clean - choose where to save them for the long term, and bam! Free forever media.

Optionally, I also upload mp4 files to a named Google document - this way I can easily share them or make them findable through a ‘xyz Google doc’ search for others :]

Torrents - “I want to keep and share xyz”

I’m not going to go into this subject in depth because, honestly, it’s not something I do regularly.

See the previously linked Torrenting guide for information on how the process works, and check out r/FMHY for recommendations and warnings about different torrenting clients (I’ve personally only used qBittorrent - I’ve heard to stay away from the Pirate Bay and Bittorrent.)

As with streaming, turn on that VPN baby! You’re going to need one that supports peer-to-peer (p2p) connections, so Proton’s free version is a no-go. Windscribe is what I’ve used for torrenting (and it’s a good free VPN on its own - I’m just partial to Proton). You get 10GB every month on Windscribe’s free version, which is more than enough for a few movies/a season or two of your favorite show.

(Bigger torrents like video games are easily 30+ GB, so be prepared to either pay for a no-limit premium account or spend a few months downloading your files in chunks.)

VPN on? Double check.

Boot up your torrenting client - I use a slightly out of date version of qBittorent, but there are other options. The Reddit thread and previously linked torrenting guide have a few dos and donts of selecting a client, so be thorough before you download your client of choice.

This is getting into the logistics of torrenting a bit, so forgive me if this is vague or incorrect, but now you need a torrent seed. These will be .tor files found through pirating websites or archives - these are rarely malicious, but it’s good to run any piracy related download through something like VirusTotal.com or scan it with a local program like Malwarebytes.

You open your seed file in your client and wait. A ‘healthy’ seed tends to have lots of seeders and few leeches, but sometimes you’re stuck with an obscure seed you just have to wait for.

Your torrented files have fully downloaded! Now what? a) keep your client open and seed those files for others as long as you want to - sharing is caring! and b) run those files through a security program like Malwarebytes (not sponsored it’s just the only program I’m familiar with).

Be wary of what gets flagged - sometimes the files seem important, but are just trojans, and likewise sometimes they seem malicious, but are just cracked software getting flagged by your system. It’s good to check and see if others have had a problem with this particular torrent before - Reddit threads from 2008 are your long dead friends.

And that’s about it. Feel free to correct me if anything I’ve recommended is malicious or outright wrong. I’ve been doing this for years and haven’t had an active problem to my knowledge, so if there is something fishy with how I do things, I am a statistical outlier and should not be counted.

I wish you smooth sailing and strong winds in your ventures me hearties!

Obligatory ‘don’t pirate small author’s or artist’s works what the fuck dude’ statement.

#ra speaks #piracy #pirating #pirate to make hondo ohnaka proud #I’ve seen so many people on my streaming piracy post bemoaning that they don’t know how like !!!!#congrats you get to learn without the middle school trial and error phase we zillenials had (RIP family computer 2004-2009)#I genuinely think piracy has gotten easier/safer than it used to be. that or I’ve gotten smarter. which is also likely.

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carrot-cake-mix · 4 months ago

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How did Mangle & Foxy met up with each other & got married in your Human AU?

So when they were both 18 Mangle and her family went on a vacation trip to Jordan, she then accidentally got separated from her family and tour guide group (thankfully she had her service dog, Finn with her) she went to the nearest place with people and spotted Foxy and his green yapping bird Pickles and went over to them first.

She tried asking him where xyz was since she knew that's the place they were to go to next, she first tried in English then Korean but Foxy doesn't speak neither of those languages and can barely form and English sentence then tried communicating back to her like HUH?? Pickles came to the rescue and THIS BIRD SOMEHOW KNOWS HOW TO SPEAK KOREAN??? (He got his claws on the tablet and had Korean videos playing and he was following along somehow) And translated what Mangle said to Foxy in Arabic then translated what he said to Mangle in Korean.

She thanked him and Pickles then went off and went back to the group. Later that day she was scrolling through instagram and accidentally found his profile and then messaged him (they used google translate to communicate😭) and apparently their family already had connections. After they turned 20 they would get married (in both cultures it's encouraged to get married young) so they were engaged for a year then got married the next year👍

Btw Mangle is an amputee due to cancer so she doesn’t have a left arm and her eye fell out as a newborn so she has a glass eye which would be her right eye🙏 (she’s called Mangle for a reason chat) her hair is originally black btw but she dyed it white and hot pink at the tips for fun (I’ll draw that eventually)

#fnaf #fnaf fanart #fnaf security breach #security breach #vanessa security breach #fnaf ar special delivery #glamrock bonnie #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #help wanted #mangle #foxy the pirate

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Another year, another rec list with some of the best xuexiao I've read these last 12 months!! >w<

And like last year's rec list, this isn't either exhaustive or limited to fics posted in 2023. It's just the things I have found, which I liked, and want to spread the love about ^-^

Here's, in no particular order, my favourite xuexiao (and occasional songxuexiao) fics. Also, take a look down below for other mxtx or danmei pairings!

You're mine by twilightshards. This is a phenomenal oneshot where Xue Yang does not wait patiently to take revenge on Baixue temple, but rather follows the annoying daoshi out of Jinlintai as soon as he gets off the hook. He catches up with them a couple of nights later, only to find Xiao Xingchen in a... compromised position. While moaning Xue Yang's name.

The tamed by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior. Last year I recommended the wonderful The Prisoner of Jinlintai fic, and now we got a sequel to that!!! Exciting stuff, very exciting... Xiao Xingchen saves Xue Yang from his botched execution and Song Lan is there raging at what he thinks is a psycho taking full advantage of his friend's kindness. Absolutely loved it!

蛇 - shé by shoujorei. A spectacular oviposition fic with blind snake hybrid Xiao Xingchen and enemy-posing-as-housemate Xue Yang, who really didn't know what he was volunteering for when he offered to "help" daozhang with his next heat. An absolute delight!

good lies go bad by istilfearkanna One of the Yi City what-if's I like so much, showing what would happen if Song Lan is successful in killing Xue Yang and, as per canon, vows not to tell his friend anything. So naturally you have Xiao Xingchen happy about his rekindled friendship, but also deeply worried about his missing friend... breaks my heart every time T-T (thx lionfish13 for the rec!!!)

Down in the black sea by @10holmes. A mermaid AU which has to be the sweetest Xue Yang /Xiao Xingchen tale I've seen in a while, with xxc being a revered merman saving the life of a handsome pirate... without realizing that is the infamous Xue Yang, mermaid hunter and slayer of plenty of his kinsmen!! But of course, they fall in love. It's downright adorable (and deliciously angst-inducing!) Also, the worldbuilding in this one is marvelous!

promises, promises by an anonymous author. Time travel fic!!! This one follows Song Lan trying to right the wrongs of his life in the easiest way possible: that is, to eliminate Xue Yang before he has the chance to hurt anyone else. Except... he gets distracted saving the life of a poor child with a mangled left hand. Still ongoing, and XXC isn't in the picture yet, but the new chapters are highly anticipated and the writing style is so, so, so good.

the non-con opition by the same anonymous author. How do I know? None of your business!! But the awesome writing style continues here, as well as the song lan/xue yang being brought together by fate is just as awesome. It promises to be songxuexiao eventually, for now it's a delightful soulmates/omegaverse with alpha!Song Lan in rut nonconning the hell out of a mysterious omega with a foul mouth.

Sant Xingchen i el drac by @ergbolli45 A little sweet adorable spin of a traditional legend very dear to my heart. It's winter, the Yi City crew are bored around their campfire, and A-Qing wants a story. So, Xue Yang offers to tell a tale from some exotic land on the west about a little princess, a brave knight and a fearsome dragon.

sticking their dick in crazy by Sectionladvivi. I'm not generally one for modern AUs, but this one is such a stupid and shameless pwp that it skyrocketed through my rankings XD SongXueXiao, and oddly enough, the crazy one alluded in the title isn't Xue Yang!! Delicious and filthy. No thoughts, just horn.

Priceless by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior. Another modern AU!! but how can I resist, when this is Xue Yang breaking and entering happily married songxiao's domicile, who were getting ready for a very sexy night... and end up, Song Lan tied up and forced to watch the criminal fuck Xiao Xingchen senseless (and unaware it's not his husband the one in bed with him!). Evil and sexy, another wonderful fic by such a wonderful author <3

hands, reaching out by @neriine. A retelling of Yi City but with mutation-like special powers, making it especially interesting when it comes to xuexiao's backstory (song lan is also there, in the background) and the night hunts. It's sweet, sweet, Xue Yang as always a murder gremlin who thinks he has it all under control when the first thing that he doesn't know half-way about is his own feelings... Very well-written, and creative in its worldbuilding!

THIS lovely picture is not from a fic (well, not yet, unless I manage to do something cute with it >w<) but serves as an example of all the wonderful pic manips @wangxianswuji has made, which maybe it's cheating a bit for a fanfic rec post, but. They're just so good. Go check their profile and drool with me ^-^

and speaking of art, I can't not mention @wrathyforest's art done for the fic Now that I see you, particularly one of my favourite moments with Xiao Xingchen defending Xue Yang from an undesirable... this fic was in last year's rec list, and very deservingly so!

ANd now for the other ships!

Love of my life, don't hurt me by @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun This is a delightful and spectacularly cruel tale of unrequired love by a gallant cultivator spiriting his soulmate away. At least, that's what Wen Zhuliu sees it, when in fact this fic is him kidnapping and brutally assaulting Lan Xichen, while following the events of the Wen war and the sunshot campaign. Loved it, but PLEASE read the tags.

Jade pillar, bending like reed by awkwardrecline. dark jades (and dark!Lan Xichen in particular) are so so sooo very dear to my heart... this fic has it all, a tyrannical Lan clan leader who will abuse his power left right and center, a jealous didi who wants nothing but possessive love, so much smut everywhere... Cloud Recesses is never as sexy as when the jades are so unrestrained, I love it! ^-^

My future mommy's mistake by tenwudzvrs. Is this fic pretty much what many people consider nono kinks? mpreg, noncon, xue yang being an utter dick? and do I love it precisely because of it? XD pregnant Wei Wuxian goes home one evening but comes across a ruffian in a back alley, who does everything to him up to and including speaking with his husband through the phone while nailing him to the wall. Lan Zhan isn't happy. I am delighted.

What brother needs, brother gets by @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun. a modern AU jadecest pwp which... to be honest, it's pure oral fixation Lan Xichen going to his didi after he got dumped by some idiot and Lan Wangji doing the best he can to comfort him. It's ridiculously shameless and incredibly enjoyable, just to see these two come to the conclusion that the best course of action is to fuck each other!! XD Wei Ying will find a surprise when he gets back home from his travels and finds his husband has collected another husband...

furious love by @alipeeps. From Till the end of the moon, a very nasty and wonderfully in-canon insight on the disastrous marriage between Ye Xiwu (the original) and Tantai Jin. Let's just say she decides to take her marital rights to the extreme, and using the very same lust potion that originally landed her in that marriage to begin with! Tantai Jin is one of those characters that truly suffer beautifully, and suffer he does here!

a fire, made high and wild by @judiwench. A fic for Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, which is a series that wormed its way into my soul. Sui Zhou desperately searches Tang Fan (him, please, him, not his corpse) only to find him... less than good. I was seriously debating between this one and is the festering that kills a man by the same author, but... Agh, they are both amazing snippets at their obvious mutual love, and the trauma that brings it to light. Highly recommend the series and these fics!

a long sleepless night by @dying-redshirt-noises. This one is from Mysterious Lotus Casebook, a wonderful three-way pwp in the Girls' Mansion where Fang Duobing gets doused with sex pollen... of course, Li Lianhua wants to help, but there is not much he can do with his yang disfunction. How handy to have someone like a-Fei nearby to rail the young master, then!! It is sexy and wonderfully in-canon, and I'm all for it.

And I'm probably still forgetting a few fics, there is nowhere near enough jadecest here compared to what I know I have read and enjoyed... Shame on me again for forgetting to bookmark more often than not.

I'm a bit sad that I barely found any of this year's authors on tumblr (don't know if they don't have accounts here, or do under different usernames) so if anyone knows about them, repost bc I'd like to engage and give them my most sincere praise.

Also, I will say I purposefully avoided tgcf fics for fear of spoilers until I read the whole book, so... next year I'm surely filling this with hualian and such!! >w<

Finally, since we're at it, I just will get a bit of self-promotion with the 5 fics I liked most of what I wrote on this year. I'm IMMENSELY PROUD to have produced 36 fics in this year of our lord 2023 (3 per month!!! omfg!!) and while I can't claim favourites, these might be the ones I'm most proud of:

Some kind of dream. Xuexiao roleplaying after a night hunt, with some nice power dynamics, very mutually enthusiastic consensual non-con, and Xue Yang all but confessing that he is Xiao Xingchen's worse enemy... Smut and fluff, all in one. I do love the 3 year bliss in Yi City, and all the in-canon opportunities it offers!!!

Incensed nights. An INSANE endeavor for kinktober, with WangXian dreaming each night a different cozy, cruel, smutty or simply crack-y scenario. 31 fics for the price of one!! multiple pairings, I can't stress how much Lan Zhan dreams of his brother, or wei wuxian's mind follows other ships... Extremely happy with this one, and I nearly went crazy, seriously.

Shards of morning nights and forbidden kisses. My attempt at jadecest, niecest and omegaverse, all in one. ANd quite successful, might I say! Both clan leaders Lan and Nie want to find a way to claim and marry their respective omega didis, but something something clan rules forces them to play a delicate and sexy political game. It ends in a very nice orgy XD

A Comedy of Yi City Errors. This one, I'm particularly happy with the sheer amount of planning and interlocking plotpoints it has, with Song Lan coming across Xiao Xingchen, a-Qing and Xue Yang without even realizing. I'm told it is quite funny... And I like it very much >w<

...what did you call it again? the only one not mdzs in the list, this is for Till the end of the moon and it's yet again Tantai Jin suffering in his so beautiful way! It was done for an exchange, following the premise: take a canon even and make it worse. Do you think ttj had it bad in the series, with the servants mistreating him in Ye Manor? Ya have seen nuffin!!!

Once again, thanks for reading, thanks to all authors for writing, and let's have a wonderful 2024 full of fics and love!!!

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