#pirate!Gaz
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To the Edge of Chaos
Chapter 1
Pirate!Gaz x Female Reader (of mixed Arab decent)
Safe to say your initial plan at robbery back fired in more ways than one. The second attempt went much much worse yet somehow by the mercy of God you aren't dead. Just trapped...on a ship...with no way out. Well not until you pay for your indiscretions made against a certain sailing master that is...
Was this a blessing in disguise? Or did you just enter a new kind of hell?
Warnings: MNDI mention of death, trauma and difficult situations, embarrassing moments, fluff and teasing, slight bullying, mention of kissing and other touching but nothing explicit, slight dub con if you squint, talk of death and mourning, crude language, attempted SA and torture (not by Gaz or the 141), Lots of blood and some gore towards the end of the chapter, talk of revenge, talk of heritage, sorry if I missed any.
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To the Edge of Chaos
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The Sun was sweltering, practically beating down molten rays on your delicate skin. You weren't used to feeling the burn of the afternoon sun. Your fragile composition wasn't adequately prepared for the dehydration that followed. Especially not with the light reflecting off blue waves almost blinding you. White entered your vision, shooting a stinging pain throughout your eyes.
You were overwhelmed, overbearingly so. So much was going on at once. Too much to pay attention to if you wanted to stay sane for a while longer. Burning heat, sweating palms, queasy stomach. Your legs found themselves moving towards the railing in a hurry. Strong winds, crashing waves, people shouting. Your ears buzzed, your brain's way of signaling an oncoming headache. One that was threatening to throw you overboard. Much like your breakfast.
Sweat trickled down your back as your body lurched with the motions of the ship, It caused your stomach to clench with unease. Your hands gripped the railing so tight that you were afraid the wood would come away with your swaying. But you still held on with difficulty. Why did everyone else make it look so easy?
You clearly weren't built to walk on ships it seems…
The hussle and bussle of your new surroundings was a welcomed distraction. Moving bodies, resulted in a busy mind. Busy minds had no time to mourn or to think about past sins. You preferred it like that. You hadn't had the time to fall apart. Not among strangers that is. A change in scenery would probably do you some good. But you'd be lying if you said you were adjusting well to it.
Having never done manual labour, you had a lot to prove to gain any ounce of respect from your new companions. Regardless of the fact that your presence here was forced. By your own doing but still forced. Escaping pirates was a lot more difficult than you anticipated. There was no use dwelling on your unfortunate circumstances that had led you to try to rob him a second time… the first time you chickened out pretty quickly.
Calls could be heard overhead for sails to be adjusted. It was probably the Captain. Captain Price as you were to call him. You haven't spoken to him since Gaz had all but begged for you to be let on board. Nothing out of the ordinary of course he was a busy man.
It was a busy ship. Easily over a 100 men and women, mostly men though. You hadn't had the time to introduce yourself to everyone but a few familiar faces were starting sticking out to you now. Some you definitely preferred to avoid.
Despite not knowing anyone closely you've already accumulated a nickname among the diverse crew. You didn't want to dive into the details of how they had decided on it. You were still lamenting the stupid decision that led to it.
“Watch yer head Fish boy!” The awful nickname rings out as the other crew members brush past you. You don't get the time to feel embarrassed as Farah calls for ropes to be adjusted from the crowsnest. You duck out of their way to the best of your ability. Your legs are still a little unsteady forcing you to grab onto the nearest structure to hold you up. Which unfortunately happened to be a person.
Whoever it was, they laugh as you clutch onto them for support while the rest of the crew go about their duties. It's only when you turn your head that you realise you've made a dire mistake. Dire to your self esteem that is.
His mirthful blue eyes bore into yours while apologies dripped from your chapped lips. Not that it would spare you from what you were about to experience. You flail about, desperately trying to find something else to hold onto. Desperately trying to find an escape from whatever it was he was about to subject you to.
“Come on lad! Find yer sea legs! Farah likes ‘er deck in tip top shape,” you watch the man who you now know as Soap or Johnny as Ghost liked calling him grab you by the back of the collar as you quickly wipe your mouth clean.
He seems a little childish to be stationed as a Master Gunner. But you didn't run this ship so it shouldn't bother you who had what job. But it did…it very much did.
Him having easy access to guns made your blood run cold because he was also the man who wanted you dead not long ago (not that he realises who you truly are). You shiver envisioning a situation where he did know. What would he do to you?
He hauled you over to where you were needed or ‘stationed’ to be more accurate. Not that you knew what you were doing but cleaning shouldn't be too hard. Or ‘swabbing the deck’ as Farah (the Boatswain) had put it. You just needed to stop making a mess first.
“Oh ye fragile thing! Come on scrub like ye mean it!”, he continues his teasing while you grab a brush to scrub the deck. The other men watch snickering to themselves at situations you've found yourself in.
“What? Never worked ah day in yer life? Ah don't think we'll keep ye long if ye don't cop on.” the men around you laugh again at his words, enjoying the torment he was putting you through. A right of passage if you will. Not that you appreciated it one bit. How many days will it go on for? You knew you weren't the strongest or the smartest for that matter but you were sure you could be of some use. You just needed to find out what it was.
“I'm sorry sir…I'll try harder”, you tense your aching muscles trying to put more weight down on the brush to appease the man behind you. The threat of being left behind at the next port wasn't settling well in your stomach. You felt you were about to be sick again. You looked around hoping to spot Gaz to aid you in this teasing but he wasn't around. Your heart sinks in disappointment as you continue scrubbing.
“Come on fish boi! Earn yer keep! You can't keep relying on Gaz to save you.” The crew around you join in on the jeering while shame creeps up your neck right to your ears. With your already heated skin. The situation was making your skin crawl.
You hated people looking at you so closely. It puts you on edge. Especially now that you couldn't wear your veils anymore. You were so used to being hidden that the attention wasn't at all welcomed. You haven't worn them since you escaped the dungeons of the palace. The whole ensemble would draw too much attention especially when you were disguising yourself as a boy.
“Ah pretty face ain't gonna cut it here. Not like it did for Gaz that is,” before Soap could reduce you to a pile of tears you watch Farah climb down from the crows nest pulling up her sleeves as she strides on over. Her mere presence demanded all your attention.
And what a woman she was..so much confidence in her stride alone. It made you feel both safe and inadequate all at once. You wanted to be like that, resilient like her, strong like her, fearless like her.
She delivers a hefty smack just as Soap's about to open his big mouth again. Which again is met with laughter from the crew. You see quite a few women laughing now too.
“Thats rich coming from someone who's warms the bed of our Quartermaster don't you think?”
“Hey that hurt! And besides ah have other uses apart from my pretty face unlike fish boi,” Soap rubs the back of his head to alleviate the sting while he turns to face the shorter woman. Yet it seemed somehow Farah stood taller, leveling him with an unamused look. You were surprised he was so open about his relationship but then again everything goes on pirate ships it seems. But before Farah can defend you another voice rings out across the deck.
“Actually he has plenty of uses, you just won't have the pleasure of experiencing them..”, the warm sultry voice that you hated yourself for liking makes itself known in the form of Gaz climbing onto the main deck from the side of the ship.
Must have been fixing something.
Your eyes roam his body, keying in on the sweat dripping down his open beige shirt. His brass necklace gleams around his neck. The amber stones adorning it as beautiful as they were, didn't come close to the beauty of his eyes.
Once you realise you were ogling you try to look away quickly as you could. But Gaz being the sly man he is, catches you at the last second despite continuing his conversation with Soap. A sinister smirk graces his features. One that you're all too familiar with. Especially when you share a hammock with him at night. He winks at you openly causing the crew to whistle at his gesture.
“I can't believe the captain allowed ye tae bring yer boy toy on board.” Soap jokes wrapping his arms around Gaz. They looked like old friends who enjoyed teasing each other. Soap certainly loves any chance to tease anyone in his vicinity.
“You hardly have the right to complain when you get to share a private room with Ghost.” Soap laughs at his comment and there's no offense in his eyes. You suspected he liked the attention.
“Perks or being pretty and useful it seems. I'm sure Ghost would have loved you too but I think I'm more his type.”
“Didn't know ‘annoying’ was his type. But then again it must be if he’s going to deal with your drunk ass all the time.” The crew join in on the jeering until Soap starts up again unfazed by it. Thick skin unlike you.
“You forgot about the part about me being extremely handsome.” Soap flexes his muscles earning him chuckles from the men and women around him.
“I think the power is getting to your head mate. Might have to put in a formal complaint with the captain.” Gaz smacks Soap's arm when he doesn't stop his ridiculous flexing. You watch as Farah rolls her eyes at their stupid banter before ushering Soap towards the hull.
“Run along, don't you have some actual work to do? Unless you want to go report to your lover as to why you have a handprint on your cheek,” she looks at him sternly
“Aye ah was just on meh way,” But before he leaves Soap pulls you into a headlock. It takes you by surprise as you try to worm out of his thick biceps.
“Work hard fish boi,” he laughs as you continue your struggle to escape. He lets go quickly but ruffles your hair which you assumed was his way of apologising.
He sends you off with a hefty smack to the shoulder. One that almost sends you flying to the floor. Farah shouts at him from behind voicing her annoyance. While you rub your shoulder to alleviate some of the ache.
Were men always this rough? Your experience with them was minimal so you weren't all that used to the touching or the rough treatment for that matter. You're shocked they even bothered to allow you on board after you tried to rob their star treasure hunter and Sailing Master but then again Gaz had insisted on you being here (to pay him back more specifically).
Your weary eyes find his again only to see him supporting an amused expression. He gives you a final wink before following after Soap.
“Ok back to work everyone! Ayah! Alex! On the foremast ropes, make sure they're secure.”
“Aye Didi” “Yes ma’am” You watch as another veiled woman and a blond man make their way to the foremast deck. The foreign words aren't lost on your ears. You recognise the few you learned growing up. Mostly from your wet nurse and your personal maids after your mother's passing. You bet she would have taken great joy in teaching you, were she alive today.
You only have old portraits to reference her appearance to. Well not even that anymore given your circumstances. Many of the crew members either spoke the language fluently or in broken terms. It left something wanting in your heart. Having been denied learning anything to do with your mother's heritage, a bitterness settles on your tongue at the loss of something you never got to experience.
“Don't mind him. He doesn't mean harm. The men here like playing about,” you hear Farah approach you with sympathy. You just nod at her, unable to look her in the eyes due to your mixed feelings.
The next hour is spent with Farah teaching you to keep steady and how to scrub the deck efficiently despite probably having more important work to do. She was patient and kind but still stern enough to get the message across. Like an older sister. She made it clear you'd need to pull your weight or you wouldn't be staying long on this ship. Once she leaves you go back to throwing water on boards and scrubbing them to the best of your ability. At least your nausea wasn't so bad anymore.
-some time later
You try to focus on work, truly you do. But your body was sore from the events of a couple nights ago. Events that have led you to work on this boat. Whether you wanted to or not.
Gaz was near the captain now with a map in hand planning their next destination to god knows where. It wasn't like you had a say in where you were going. Definitely not after what happened at the river.
The skin on your lips tingle with the memory of what he did to you in the early hours of today. Salty winds sting the broken skin where he last touched you. Where he last set your skin alight. Automatically your hand reaches up to the pendant around your neck. The fiery crystal hums under your fingertips.
The magic hiding your identity, tingles across your heated skin, a constant reminder that you weren't safe here. Not completely that is.
You were convinced that he was the devil's incarnate with the way he had you pliant within seconds of having his hands on you. The last couple of nights have followed a similar structure. With him ushering you to his private corner to do unspeakable things to you. Only a filmey curtain hiding you from the sleeping crew.
He must be the devil. It's the only logical explanation as to why your mind is riddled with thoughts of him even now when you should be focusing on earning your keep and staying safe.
But despite the chiding you've given yourself, your eyes still gravitate towards his radiant face. They still seek his mischievous smile for what feels like the hundredth time today. Probably over a hundred.
You've caught yourself looking at him far too often for it to be considered normal by any means. You'd think growing up in a royal household, your lessons in decorum would kick in at some point. But no, your mind has completely betrayed you and your body was following closely behind. You couldn't trust yourself to act with rationality especially not under his smoldering gaze. It's gotten so bad that you've even gotten a couple crew members teasing you for your crush. Despite everyone but Gaz thinking you were a boy.
You needed to get a grip on yourself. You had way more important things to worry about. Like surviving longer than a couple of days on this ship.
You didn't understand why that was proving more difficult than convincing someone pigs could fly. Hell, you'll have an easier time convincing someone pigs could fly than convincing them you didn't have a crush on Gaz.
You try to shut off your brain, try to focus solely on the tasks assigned to you. But flashes of his beautiful face still haunt your mind. They infect your senses forcing you to relive the moments you keep trying to push down. Memories of his hands on your waist, his lips on your skin, his breath fanning your face. Amber eyes striping you of your defenses.
You needed to get a grip. Easier said than done.
Those kisses don't mean anything to him. Not the kisses, not his feverish touches. That's what you keep telling yourself. It couldn't have meant anything to him. He was a pirate for one and two he had plenty of women throwing themselves into his arms.
What were you in that sea of women?
...Just another grain of sand…
That's what you've kept repeating since the incident at the river. Despite this you find yourself licking the sweet remnants of his smile off your sore bitten lips, the lips he forced apart with his tongue. The lips he stole the very breath from.
You're still unable to get the feeling of him holding your jaw ever so delicately out of your mind, or the way his hands found themselves over your throat the second you had touched his coin purse at the moment you had tried to rob him. Or earlier today how his hands slowly found their way to your hips and then to your…
Your eyes burn into the wood of the deck you’re scrubbing as a way to distract yourself from the forbidden events that occurred in the early hours of this morning.
-midnight, four nights ago
You were a fool, an utter fool.
God knows what gave you the confidence to think you could seduce a pirate. And a very handsome pirate at that. One that was surrounded by beautiful women while you were dressed like a servant boy.
The alcohol probably compromised your thinking for a little bit. Glad you came to your senses then.
The red pendant on your neck heated against your skin indicating it was working to conceal your feminine features. It was only a light glamour at best you still had to bind your chest in case anyone tried touching you unexpectedly. It was too dangerous to take everything off just to seduce him. He had a harem of women already hanging over his every word, what need did he have for you?
You could hardly compete with their full bosoms and beautiful curves. Not dressed like this anyway. You weren't competing with anyone dressed like a street rat. Maybe you could just ask for some work to do in exchange for some coins and then you'd be on your merry way to safety. Yeah that option was more diplomatic. You didn't want to steal if you didn't have to.
You mull around for a bit, coming up with the best approach to guarantee your success. The second you work up the confidence to approach him, you stride over with all the poise you can muster.
That was your first mistake. Because not even a second later the eyes of nine ferocious felines descended upon you like hell fire. You freeze in front of them like a lost cub. Playing the part of someone who was clearly out of their depth. Your hands shook as you tried to introduce yourself but you couldn't even find the resolve to utter a single word. Let alone maintain eye contact with anyone. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, much to the amusement of the woman and men watching you. Fuck..say something idiot.
Any poise you had prior to this vanished in the time it takes for a pirate to down his rum. Which you watched the majestic man do as you stood there frozen in place. The umber liquid trickled down his throat as you stared at his adam's apple bob. His sharp eyes studied you like a hawk on the lookout for prey. Licking off the remnants of the sweet nectar of his lips, his kohl covered eyes scrutinize you up and down.
Curiosity was evident all over his face. Heat followed his eyes as if he was appraising your worth, appraising your value. Practically sizing up meat to put on a butcher's block. The other men weren't much different. They eyed you with suspicion but also intrigue. You presume not many people come up to them asking for things.
The longer they stared, the quicker you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, wanted the shadows to consume you, wanted to dissolve in nothingness. The men of his crew began snickering to themselves while a woman put her arms around the handsome man's neck making sure to whisper seductively in his ear. But his eyes never strayed from yours nor did his expression change. Or the expression of the man beside him.
The woman's hard eyes locked with yours before she and her friends burst into laughter. You had no idea what she had said and you definitely didn't want to find out. Mortification painted your face while heat licked at every inch of your skin. With your nails digging into your palms you hastily backtrack still unable to voice a single sentence to save any ounce of respect one would have for themselves.
You escape with your head down low as the crew bellowed in laughter, clearly entertained by the spectacle you made of yourself.
You rush out into the cold night not looking where you were going only to collide with a brick wall. Great, make an even bigger fool out of yourself, why don't you.
You stumble back only for two large hands to steady you before you fall. Strong but gentle hands steady your feet.
“Careful there boi. Watch where you're goin,” a gruff voice rings out. Your body shuts down for a second before jolting back to life. You tint your head up only to realise you've bumped into the very man you told yourself to stay away from. His obsidian eyes pierced into yours, paralysing your tongue with fear akin to venom. The night air tore into your delicate flesh as you trembled in his oddly gentle grasp.
He was a ghastly sight. That alone was enough to have you shivering with fear. With a broken skull that seemed fused to his face it looked as if death had come to deliver you to an early grave. But before you could scream or try to say anything another person joins the conversation.
“Ghost…*hiccup* please..one more.. just..one more glass…promise ah'll be.. ah’ll be good old boi *hiccup*,” you watch the man with odd haircut stumble his way away from the walk to clutch onto the back of the beastly man who was holding your shoulders. The man let's go of you with a defeated sigh only to gently hoist up his friend who clearly had too much to drink.
“Enough of that Johnny I'm taking you back to the ship.” The man called Ghost gives you a final nod before helping his friend onto his back to carry to wherever their ship was. You watch the drunk man mumble his frustration as he rests his head on the bigger man's shoulder.
Maybe you were too harsh to judge him. He seemed decent enough for a pirate if not a bit rough around the edges. He didn't seem malicious though.
You take a second to catch your breath before tightening the cloak around you. The night air was chilling you to the bone and you had nowhere to rest. Best to keep moving. It was safer that way.
-a little while before dawn
The sky took on a lilac hue as the cold air eased up on its bite. You were exhausted, truly exhausted. Your feet were now trudging along with difficulty, but despite this you knew you had to keep going.
There were many streets you shouldn't have ended up on last night. Many times forcing you to make quick detours for your own safety. But somehow you still managed to almost get dragged into an alley, twice in one night alone. Thankfully you had a dagger on you, courtesy of your uncle.
It was an heirloom from your mother's side. Gifted to you on your coming of age ceremony by your father. The ceremony you remember disappearing from the second the important parts were over. The nobles never really liked you.
You laugh remembering that you spend the day hiding in the kitchen rather than greeting guests. That was this time three years ago. You don't think you've attended many events after that, not if you could avoid them that is. You wonder if your uncle was ok. Was the royal council in shambles at your disappearance? What were they going to do once they found out the execution wasn't going to happen?
Your mind wanders as you spot some merchants wheeling their goods to the market. The smell of freshly baked bread caused your stomach to constrict in pain. It's been a while since you've eaten well. The dungeons weren't the most accommodating towards you.
The food reminded you of more simple days when your personal maid would bring you fresh fruits and scones for breakfast. Faiza was her name. The daughter of your mother's personal maid. She was one of your best friends. One who'd often conspire with you on the best plan to avoid your classes for the day. That memory seemed so distant now. You wondered what happened to her after your arrest.
Law studies were never really your forte nor were any of the other boring and tedious classes you were forced to attend. Not that you actually attended them. It was done out of spite really. You hated the royal tutors as much as they hated you.
They denied you the knowledge you wished to attain. It was often snatched from you. Books ripped to shreds when you were caught with them. Your mother's history, her native language, her home, her heritage. You were denied everything. You were denied parts of yourself.
You don't understand why the marriage happened between your parents if all the noble families hated your mother so much. At least your father loved her.
Your father tried to help the best he could but his hands were often tied. Because of the guilt he held he never forced the role of crown princess on you despite you being the only heir to the throne. He valued your happiness above anything else. You suppose he gave you all the freedom he could.
But you're understanding now how selfish that was of you. Especially when you had duties to look after, people to care for. Funny how you only realise how good life was once everything gets taken from you. There was so much guilt in your heart, you felt disgusted with yourself. There was an urge to claw at your skin in rage. But you held yourself back.
You couldn't fall apart right now, not when you were so weak. The men here would eat you alive at the first drop of blood. Like hounds sniffing for prey, any cut on you would lead wolves to your den. You steel yourself the best you can, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill over.
Your heart ached with the memories of your father and a mother you never got to know. Now left alone with no family to turn to. You pulled your cloak around you tighter, mimicking the way your father would often tuck you into bed when you were little.
He was a kind and forgiving king and an even more forgiving father. Far too kind, far too trusting for his own good. But so were you. You had learned it from him. Neither of you saw this situation coming until it was too late.
Now death haunts you while guilt runs through your veins. You needed to prove your innocence. For your father's sake if not your own. But for that you needed money to survive. Which you didn't have much off. The last few pennies chime in your hidden purse. It wouldn't be enough, you know it wouldn't.
This side of the city was very different to the streets you were used to. There was an air of pain here you couldn't really describe or explain. Things were gloomier, more stout, less vibrant. You see children as little as four doing menial labour to survive. A sight you were never accustomed to. You keep your head low as you wander near the stalls.
One bread wouldn't hurt to take, right?
But that wasn't the right thing to do. You were raised better than that. The merchants seemed to be struggling themselves. Maybe you could ask to help in exchange for bread. The only reason you were going to steal from the pirates was because you looked like they had plenty to spare and the majority of it was probably stolen from some nobles anyway. So that knowledge made it somewhat acceptable in your mind.
You make your way towards the baker to ask if you could work in exchange for some food but before you can reach the market centre some naval officers saunter in from the east side. They were clearly drunk as they stumbled down the cobblestone road while mirthfully laughing at their own stupid jokes. You could practically smell the booze off them from where you stood.
“Oi pretty girl! Yeah you! Do ye have permits to sell here!” You watch one of guards stumble his way towards the stall of a pretty young woman. It's not long after that his friends are crowding her too. You watch them puff out their chest, trying to appear bigger than they were. They looked like fools.
“Permit? I w-wasn’t told about any permits”, the poor woman stands there perplexed by the question, unable to come up with an answer to the rapid words the men were spewing at her. She's fresh faced, new to business anyone could see that from a glance. Her stall is small with only a few flowers and medicinal herbs on display. Cowards picking on someone smaller than them.
“Yeah, a permit! You think just anyone is allowed to sell around the market!?”, you watch as a younger guard slur out his words at the poor woman. He was practically spitting his annoyance at her.
“I'm sorry sir I didn't know! Please forgive me! I'll pack up right away!” The woman hastily tries to pack and get away from the vile men but a blond bearded guard snatches her arms as she tries to put away her goods. Something boils in your blood as you watch the mannerisms they were subjugating her to.
You looked around perplexed that no one was willing to help. Everyone either ignores what was going on or looks away hastily to avoid making eye contact with the guards. How often did this happen?
“No can do sweetheart. We'll have to lock you up for the sale of illegal goods. Come with us!”, you watch as they try to haul her feeble figure across the road with them. She struggles and begs but no one does anything.
“Please sir! I have a sick sister to care of! Please spare me! It won't happen again!”, you're trembling with rage as you watch on but still unable to move. Fear grips your limbs cementing you in place.
Coward, do something! You have a dagger! Do something! Do anything!
“If you don't want to go to prison love, we have other ways for you to repay us,” the naval officers laughed as if this whole situation was a joke to them. You watch one of the men squeeze the woman's hips as she cries in pain.
At that point you don't know what came over but you grab the biggest rock laying nearby, hurling it towards the man who had his hands on her.
“Ah fuck! Who threw that!” The rock hits him square in the head, pretty hard at that too. Blood pools on his receding hairline as he clutches his head in agony. But you can't seem to care. Your nerves were vibrating and if no one was going to help, you would!
The whole group turns towards you in anger while hushed whispers circulate through the market. You watch as people duck behind their stall for safety anticipating the brawl they were about to witness.
“Me you stupid Pig!” In for a penny in a for pound as they say. You've already hit them once. What's a few more times going to do?
“Run!”, you shout at the sobbing woman before hurling rocks at the drunk officers. Adrenaline courses through your veins while you continue throwing your projectiles at them, taking great joy in their anger and pain. You watch the rocks soar through the air, landing on with a satisfying thud and a musical scream that follows.
At least your archery lessons paid off in some sense. Your understanding of range was pretty good. It was the most alive you've felt in a long time. Not counting the time you managed to slip truth serum into the punch at a ball. That was an extremely good day. So many snobby nobles got punished for insulting the royal family.
Well insulting you more specifically for your mixed blood. It's the reason you wore veils at events and in public. It would piss them off to no end. Since it was something your mother often used. Even your portraits are all with some sort of veil obstructing your face. You used it so often everyone's forgotten what you look like.
But now you couldn't wear it, it would draw too much attention since it was associated with your identity. And now that technically you were considered a boy. A cloak was the best thing you could find adjacent to what you used to wear.
“You stupid little prick! We'll drag you through the gutters for th- Fuck! Stop!” You continue to land hit after hit as you watch the woman finally put a decent distance between herself and the men. She runs like her life depended on it while you continue your onslaught.
That is until you realise the guards were getting far too close for comfort.
“Just wait till we get our hands on you!” Their faces were flushed red from rage and it gave you some sick satisfaction that you were able to piss them off. Filthy swines, they deserved every ounce of pain!
You send a final rock soaring directly into the loins of the blond man before turning and running away as fast as you could.
“Ugh! I'll fucking skin you alive boy!” You don't get to hear the rest of his cursing as you skid and duck into a nearby alley. The men give chase, hot on your trail despite them being drunk. But you were well aware of how dangerous drunk men could be like. Especially men who had any ounce of power to wield.
You navigate the winding alleys with difficulty but are still able to manage to stay ahead for the time being. Buildings blur past you as you stay vigilant on your path. But running was proving to be difficult on an empty stomach. And your muscles seemed on the brink of collapse not long after weaving through alleys.
Winds whips by your face as you hold your hood in place to protect your identity. The small streets split into many smaller routes causing you to panic in your choice, you run right not familiar with the area.
A very bad choice it turns out to be. A wall blocks your way. The stone abrasive over your panicked hands. You hear their voice gaining up on you but you can't turn back. You'd be caught between them if you did.
Your mind races with a solution and the only thing you can do is try to climb over it before it's too late. Sharp stones dig into your delicate flesh while your arms scream in pain as you pull yourself up with great difficulty.
Your only halfway up when they come into view. Their bodies hunched over as their faces scrunched up in rage. Your legs dangle down as you try pushing yourself over. You're able to hurry over just as they try to drag your legs down. Their inhibitions were clearly lacking as they slurred curses at you as you escaped. You laugh as you hear the men groan in frustration.
Your relief is short lived to your utter shock. What you hadn't taken into account was that one of them had taken a different route and was now blocking your exit when you had climbed down, essentially trapping you between him and the wall.
“Nowhere to run now little mouse. We'll show you what we do to disobedient little boys.” He lears at you. The bleeding man looks ready to rip you to shreds. Your blood runs cold all the bravo you were experiencing had vanished in the matter of seconds. Despite this you prepare yourself to run past him.
But luck isn't on your side anymore. You try to swerve him in a panic, only to be thrown to the ground. Pain shoots up your elbow that slams into the stone. Fuck that hurt.
You hope you didn't break it. The rest of the men had climbed over by this point so there were three to your back and a large man to your front. Hastily you try to scramble to get off the ground despite the shooting pain everywhere, only to be kicked back down.
Your muscles scream in pain as the younger officer steps on your leg to keep you imobile. Your bone bends under the pressure threatening to break into two. Your nerve endings beg you to stay down, they beg you to surrender lest you break something. But you don't listen. You couldn't not when you knew what they were about to do to you.
“Don't touch me you pigs!”, you fight, you kick, you scream, you do anything to get out of their hold. Your body was ignited with rage you've never experienced before but it wasn't enough to escape the hold of four men.
“Shut it you brat!”, the man you had hit on the head tries to cover your mouth with his grimy hands while the rest of the men hold you down. But you bite down hard resulting in him back handing you as he screamed in agony. You spit out whatever filth entered your mouth, afraid it'll give you some disease. The second time he backhands you, you feel your lip slit. The metallic taste felt heavy on your tongue as blood coated your mouth.
“Hold him down idiot!”, the vile man shouted. While you continued to fight with all your might.
“I'm trying!” Greedy hands roam your body trying to unbutton your cloak. But you continued your fight, continued the struggle. Your skin crawls with disgust. This time you land a mean kick to the groin of the person trying to take your clothes off.
“Ugh You stupid bastard!” Their pain gives you enough momentum and shock value to grab the dagger in your boot to slice across the men holding you. They scream and move back enough for you to dig the dagger deeper into the man blocking your exit. The vile bastard you had no remorse for.
A spray of blood splatters across your face as you pull the dagger out of his thigh with a sickening squelch. The warm liquid felt odd on your chilled skin. It pooled around you like a spreading disease.
Blood curdling screams bounce off the walls surrounding you. But your hearing is obstructed by blood rushing to your ears. The noises don't deter you as you continue slicing across the air and their skin as they try approach you.
You're pretty sure you might have sliced someone's finger off since it lay on the floor beside you. But you couldn't stay to make sure it was your doing.
Everything from that point is a blur, you're covered in crimson. Red sticky fluid painting your hands and knees. Your body forces you to block out their curses and screams. The walls are stained red. Bodies lay covered in pools of blood. It was all too much.
You run, you don't look back, eyes always ahead. Dagger heavy in your hand you continue running, passing by unfamiliar streets and houses until only your heartbeat could be heard by you.
Red stained your vision. It haunted your sight. It was everywhere, absolutely everywhere. Blood on the ground, blood on the walls, blood on your hands. Skin marred with deep gashes and cuts. Sticky substance coating everything. Severed body parts. Streams of red chasing your feet. A river of red was carving its path towards you. The trail was leading to you.
You push it down focusing on yourself. Your heart, your breathing, your pain. Nothing else, only you. Only you. You needed to worry about you. Streets blur until they start getting sparser and sparser giving way to familiar green lush. A serene haven at the edge of what felt like a crimson hell.
It's only when you break away completely from the hard stone roads do you collapse onto the grass gasping for air like your life depended on it. The wretched smell of metallic iron finally dissipates if only a little bit. You left like you could breathe again.
You look back making sure the city is out of sight before you try sitting down for a second. Your heart continues to hammer as you look down at your blood stained hands, dagger still held tightly.
What have you done..Did you kill them?
You don't get the time to dwell on it when you hear distant shouts of people screaming. They know…the blood is on your hands..of course they know…
Hide! You needed to hide!
Using a nearby tree to haul yourself up you try to find your footing again. Your muscles scream at you to stop and rest but your mind told you to run. And run you do. Deep into the forest where the trees shrouded your sins. Where they blocked out the screams.
You needed to find water to clean the blood away. Something to wash away the sin….
Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.
#To the Edge of Chaos#pirate!au#pirate!141#pirate!gaz#pirate!price#pirate!ghost#pirate!soap#pirate!farah#pirate!alex#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick#sergeant kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x you#kyle gaz garrick smut#kyle gaz smut#kyle gaz x you#kyle gaz x reader#gaz x female reader#gaz x y/n#ghoap#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#captain john price#farah karim#alex keller#cod x reader#call of duty
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IM SORRY DID YOU SAY PIRATE AU?? The listening ears are on and we are all so excited to see what you cook up. Yar!!!!!
I had such a long day at work especially dealing with drunk sleazes and I realised that 141 are the only men allowed to be sleazy with me <3
let me know if you guys like this
c/w: kidnapping, light threats, misogyny (not from 141), fem!reader
you lived quite a nice, comfortable life before them. growing up in a well off family, raised to be a prim and proper lady. once you were old enough, your father immediately set off in his plan to marry you off. your father was a successful tradesman so he knew he could use you to make even more money
he settled on this old horrid man who only saw women as nothing more than an object, something to look pretty and never speak. never hold an opinion of their own and worried about nothing over than producing babies :(
and then these big, rowdy men came along :( docking at your town in the middle of the night to raid your nice town. soap stumbling onto you and snatching you up without a second thought. slinging you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and planting one of his big hands right on your ass, laughing as you squeal and smack at his back
dropped you right in price’s cabin looking proper proud of himself, both of them laughing at you as you call tell them what awful brutes they are :( price leaning forward and puffing on his cigar,
“well, you can either stay here and keep my bed warm or I’ll drop you right at Davy Jones locker, pet…”
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#captain john price x reader#john price x reader#pirate!141#john soap mctavish x reader#soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#gaz x reader#kyle garrick x reader
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Got Prince Kyle x Pirate reader brainrot, courtesy of the discord server (especially @bunnyreaper @perfinn).
Kyle being the only son of the king, lives a spoiled and resplendent lifestyle but feels stifled due to his parent's overprotective nature. Grew up on stories of adventurous explorers, daring escapades and best of all pirates.
Pirates his father grumbles with malice, frothing with rage every time a small portion of his wealth gets plundered. Still, Kyle can't help the way his heart yearns for the adventure, to experience life outside the stifling walls of the castle.
It takes months of planning, listening to gossip on the docks and bribing his way through people until he manages to sneak out of the city. He somehow makes it to Nassau without being discovered, but the moment he stows away on your ship you sniff him out.
Naturally, you recognise him straight away, you've made a habit of memorising individuals who could prove to be prosperous. A prince is certainly one of these people, you could ransom him for a literal fortune, and retire in peace should you choose to.
But there's something in the defiant spark in his eyes, the way he doesn't cower in fear even when the tip of your sword nicks the skin of his neck. He's easy enough on the eyes too and so desperate to prove himself to you.
So you keep him around, keep his secret, show him all kinds of adventures and introduce him to the debauchery of pirate life.
Unfortunately, the fantasy can't last and someone recognises Gaz, the king and queen are distraught, willing to pay thousands in gold to have their 'stolen' son returned.
But Kyle doesn't want to go home so you don't turn him in, you let him live the life of freedom he's so desired by your side. He stays right up until you can't hold off the barrage of people hunting you down any longer.
Kyle gets dragged from your ship screaming and begging for them to spare your life, watching as you kneel bloodied and bruised and on the verge of being executed because of him.
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Pirate AU
I am super unmotivated right now, so I am sorry for not writing anything, but I have a little brain worm thingy that I want to get out so I don't forget, and maybe when I am more motivated I can write it, if anyone is interested anyways
So, pirate au?
Price is the captain, and his crew is mostly gone after he lost a spat with the British Navy. Not only did he lose valuable members of his familycrew but he also lost the fastest ship he owned :(
Gaz and Ghost are the only remaining members.
Ghost lived his life on ships. He ran away at the age of 16 and was caught as stowaway and sold to a ship co. that delivered goods around the world. He worked his way up and was offered his own ship, but declined and went home to see if his family was any better. They were not. In fact, they were all dead. Price ran into him at a bar, and offered him a position with his crew once he watched Ghost come out on top in a 4v1 brawl. He is the quartermaster of Price's crew.
Gaz isn't entirely sure how he ended up in Prices crew. One day he was a normal citizen and the next moment he was a pirate ship. Okay, so maybe he was a sad, homeless orphan, and maybe he climbed aboard the ship to get to another island, and maybe Price charmed him with the promises of food and a bed, but that's not the point. And besides, t's not like he'll ever tell. Before joining the pirate crew, Gaz had gone to school, and excelled in maths, so Price made him his sailing master.
Soap was a member of the royal navy. He deserted after realizing that the whole power structure is corrupt, and that they were no better, worse even, then those they were hunting down. He turned tail during the fight with with Price's fleet, broke Gaz out of the brig they were holding him in, and joined the other side. Price hesitantly put him on as a deckhand, but quickly promoted him to gunner after seeing Soap shoot. After proving his loyalty to the cause, he was promoted to Master Gunner.
Roach was a street kid. He grew up fighting to survive, learning how to swindle and steal with the best of them. He joined a gang, starting out as a little pickpocket but quickly rose through the ranks, becoming of his boss's best thief's. He was stealing from Ghost but got caught. Ghost dragged(threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes) him back to the ship and handed him over to Price. Price liked Roaches moxy and took him on, first as a deckhand, and, once his affinity for high places was discovered, a navigator.
Laswell and her wife rule from pirate island as the Pirate Queens(POTC reference anyone?)
Anyways I'll probably write something once I stop being so depressed, this idea is open for anyone else to write/draw as well, as long as you give me credit :)
#would anyone even read this?#sorry i'm rambling#but enjoy this crack fic of an idea#cod fanfic#cod#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#john price#gary roach sanderson#roach#ghost#soap#no beta we die like men#pirates#au#cod au#Fanfiction#shitpost#ramblings#I don't know what I'm doing
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Calypso
Rumours are spreading that the force 141 has been infiltrated by a woman. Everyone is sure that they will succumb to the bad luck that the woman will bring.
Characters – Reader, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Graves.
Word Count - 1.5k
‘Captain.’ Graves announced himself as he walked into the small room, which had quickly filled up.
‘Fellas, what can I do for you?’ Price leaned back in his chair, legs widened as Graves looked over you and Simon, who stood either side of his chair.
‘We’ve got word there be a woman on this ship.’ Graves commented, Price arched an eyebrow at him, your brows wrinkled.
‘A woman?’ He questioned, Graves nodded.
‘That’s been said.’ He replied.
‘Any idea who?’ Price asked, Simon crossed his arms over his chest, Graves tensed up but shook his head.
‘No sir, just -,’ He said.
‘It’s lies then.’ Price relaxed, he waved his hand dismissively.
‘Lies?’ Graves asked, shocked that he wasn’t worried about a woman aboard the ship.
‘Yes.’ Price replied sternly, Graves furrowed his brows, ‘if they are bad luck, how has this ship, this crew been nothing but successful?’ He added, Graves’ lips thinned.
‘Where you going?’ His deep voice asked, you tensed slightly but continued packing the small amount of your belongings.
‘I need a break.’ You replied, he exhaled through his nose.
‘A break, from roaming the world?’ Price asked, you slowly nodded.
‘Yeah, fancy standing on solid ground other than looting it.’ You commented, a noise came from the back of his throat.
‘Nothing to do with this bad luck we’ve got?’ He questioned, you pursed your lips as you turned to him.
‘No sir, I believe that we’ve received good luck as well.’ You told him, bringing up the statement he had told Graves not even a hour or so ago.
‘I believe it’s all down to you, ain’t it?’ He questioned, you looked away from him.
‘No idea what you’re talking about sir.’ You replied, hoping you sounded calm.
‘So, you ain’t a woman?’ Price questioned, you shook your head.
‘No sir.’ You replied, he took a step closer to you.
‘So, if I were to rip this top from you, I wouldn’t find breasts?’ He asked, you glanced down to his hands that lingered near your side before you leaned closer to him, his gaze jumped to your lips.
‘You try that sir and I'd slice you.’ You warned him, his gaze darkened as he focused on you.
‘And be flung off the ship for mutiny?’ He said, you took a step back from the captain and let the corner of your lips jump up.
‘Wouldn't do that to your good luck charm, would ya?’ You commented, eyebrow raised.
‘You say it isn’t you.’ He almost whispered, excitement swirled in his eyes.
‘It’s not,’ you shook your head, ‘but wouldn’t want to mess with calypso, would you?’ You challenged him.
‘Red?’ You ignored them as you smiled at the woman behind the stall, her gaze snapped to someone behind you.
‘You looked good in a dress.’ The voice said, warmth radiated from his body.
‘Excuse me.’ You said, the merchant forced a smile and stepped back.
‘Can I help you?’ You asked them politely, an eyebrow arched.
‘Wow a month and you don’t remember us?’ Soap commented, your brow dropped and looked at the four large men.
‘I’m sorry gentlemen but I've never met you before.’
‘You’re playing that card?’ Price questioned, you glared at him and shook your head.
‘Look you seem nice, yet it seems you have me confused with my twin brother.’ You lied to them, they faces twisted before amusement took over their faces.
‘Your twin has the same scar on his shoulder?’ Price’s hand reached up and rested on your bicep, his fingers moved the sleeve out the way to reveal the pale scar, you pulled your arm back to yourself.
‘We are identical.’ You spat out, you quickly paid the merchant far too much for your items, ‘Now I must go.’ You said to the men and walked away, they looked confused but let you disappear out their sight.
‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Ghost asked, you should’ve jumped but you had seen them sneak in when you were stood out in your garden.
‘Seems like you already knew.’ You commented, the washing set on the counter, salt from the sea had clung to them.
‘You tried to tempt luck?’ Ghost stated, he almost sounded annoyed as they watched you fold the clothes, not sparing them a second look.
‘Your luck had already been tempted.’ You said, you placed the white shirt down.
‘What does that mean?’ Soap asked, you flattened your hand over the shirt before you exhaled and turned to them, your lower back pressed against the counter.
‘Have you all truthfully thought that your luck had turned?’ You questioned them, slowly the four of them started to nod.
‘Yeah.’ Price replied, you rubbed your lips together.
‘You were getting the loot because I was on your ship.’ You told them, they looked amused.
‘So, you control fate now?’ Simon asked, you pressed your tongue against the back of your teeth as you refrained from snapping back.
‘No, I control the sea.’ You informed them, they looked at you with straight faces before they started to laugh, ‘Yeah, it’s hilarious right?’ You commented and walked away from them, they quickly sobered up and watched as you opened a cupboard.
‘What are you doing?’ Gaz questioned, it was the first he had spoken all day.
‘Come on, you can’t be mad at us, no one controls the sea.’ Soap said, you ignored them as you pulled the container out the cupboard, carefully you twisted and sat it at the wooden table they surrounded.
‘A jar of dirt?’ Gaz asked, you shut the cupboard door and turned around.
You remained silent as you unscrewed the lid, your hand dipped into the mixture of dirt and sand before you pulled it out, the seashell held in your grasp. The men watched as you held you hand out, allowing them to see the shell before your fingers tightened around it and the outer cracked open. You tilted your hand and the cracked shell tumbled to the ground, you held onto the piece of paper which you held up and allowed them to read.
‘When I receive a name, I board it in a way of seeing whether the ship and its crew survive or if they get sunk to the bottom of the sea.’ You explained, you set the paper on the table, on top of the sand, ‘If the crew mates fail the task then they are guided down to Davy Jones where he greets them with open arms.’ You finished, none of them spoke.
‘We’ve survived right, we aren’t going to sink now that you’ve left?’ Soap questioned.
‘She hasn’t left.’ Price replied quickly, you looked at him before you turned back to Soap.
‘No, you passed with flying colours, so now I move onto the next.’
‘Just like that?’ Price asked, you stared at him, neither of you moving before Simon pushed up and gestured to Soap and Gaz.
‘You should go with your crew.’ You directed it at Price as he stayed focused on the side of your face.
‘You’re part of the crew.’ Price said, the others silently walked away in order for you and Price to have a conversation.
‘Price I cannot board that ship again.’ You told him, it was the only rule you ensured you followed but as his blue eyes pleaded with you, you considered breaking it.
‘Why not?’ He questioned.
‘Davy Jones would come and collect me, ridding of anything that crossed his path.’ You explained.
‘I would stand with you till my last breath.’ Price admitted, he stepped forward and trapped you between himself and the counter.
‘You might but I won’t let you suffer because you believe you like me.’ You told him.
‘Like you?’ He asked, a hand reached up and gently took a hold of your chin, ‘You have invaded my every thought, day and night you take over my mind like a plague.’ Price said softly, you held eye contact with him.
‘As have you but I can’t go against the rules of the sea or all will suffer.’ You warned him, his brows furrowed slightly.
‘All will suffer?’
‘If I stay with you, with the crew, the seas will rage and all those who depend on it will suffer, death and decay will show if I follow my heart.’ You told him and placed a hand on his chest, the heat radiated through the thin shirt, his heartbeat quickened.
‘My heart wants to be on that ship with you, but I cannot let innocents suffer.’ You truthfully told him.
‘So, this is it?’ He asked, you nodded as you slid your hand from his chest up to his jaw, he closed his eyes.
‘You know where I live Captain John Price, don’t be a stranger.’ You warned him, you leaned closer and pressed your soft lips against his cheek, he sighed.
‘Very well.’ He pulled back from you, his soft eyes searched your face.
He gave you a nod before he turned away, you reached out before you could stop yourself, he twisted back to you, ‘If the seas are against you, open this.’ You swiped the small locket off the counter and placed it into his hand, the circle pendant sat in the centre of his hand.
‘You open this and I will feel it, no matter where you are.’ You told him, you carefully curled his fingers around it before you made eye contact with him.
#task force 141#simon riley x reader#reader x simon riley#ghost#ghost x reader#reader x ghost#john price x reader#reader x john price#captain price#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#reader x soap#pirate au!#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#reader x gaz#graves cod#cod mw3#cod mwf2#cod modern warfare#cod mwii
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I FUCKED UP THE LAYERS !!!!
#soap mctavish#ghost mw2#konig mw2#gaz mw2#pirate au moment bc I was watching mmm power hour#sketch dump
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Bro i saw something about PriceNik + their pool boy Gaz, and now my mind is spiraling for this trio.
So have some spoopy season pirate!Au.
Price and Nik were both very well known pirates across the many seas, as their crew slowly grew into the big strong 141 that they were, New additions kept getting more interesting.
First there was Ghost, a strong and silent man, masked from head to toe but to say he was a good addition would be an understatement. Then there was Soap. An excellent addition due to his humour and energy, but also how experienced he was when cleaning. He was strong too.
Gaz had been with Price and Nikolai from the start practically. Maybe not on the crew but he’d hang around them when they were in town, since he worked for the food market he gave them sweet deals for their travels. In return, he recieved gifts from the sea.
Starfish, shells, rocks, all of it. Some he kept on his necklace, others at home, but he always showed gratitude.
When Gaz joined the ship shortly after Soap, Nik and Price couldn’t have been happier. Not only was Gaz a perfect addition with his charm and kindness, but he was also directly connected to their sources on the mainland. And of course, Nik and Price liked him. A lot.
They had been out to sea for about a week at this point, the sun just rising as the ship continued it’s sail on the gentle ocean, the sun beaming across the wooden deck. It was early.
Gaz was sitting at the side of the ship, looking our over the ocean, watching as the seagulls flew over the ship, and the glimpse of fins shone underneath the surface of the deep ocean.
He was unsure of where they were exactly, but he did know they’d just sailed away from an island they stayed at during the night. Gaz had seen a lot of the island while he took a walk with Nik, looking at the palm trees, even earning a few coconuts, he’d found some shells too, only more to add to his collection.
the dock creaked under pressure, most normally under footsteps, but of course the water helped make the sounds louder too.
“Kyle” The russian man spoke, catching Gaz’s attention to face the slightly older and taller man, immediately trying to scurry to his feet before getting stopped.
“It’s alright. I was wondering if i could sit with you” Nik spoke calmly, a soft smile on his lips. He took Gaz’s silence as a yes and slowly sat down next to him with a deep sigh, looking over the ocean, the sea sparkling under the suns bright beams.
Gaz was looking over the beautiful scenery now too, and Nik’s attention shifted, his eyes glued to the way the sun warmed his dark skin, how his dark eyes adjusted to the sun. He almost looked..Bright.
Not in the sense of being lighter, but in a way of Nik being able to imagine looking at him for as long as he breathed. Sure he was practically married to Price, maybe not legally but as close as it got, but Price shared the same views, they’d talk about the man plenty of times throughout the day.
It’s only natural when he looks like he does.
#Gaz#Pirate!Au#mature#nikolai mw2#PriceNikGaz#price#call of duty mw2#mw2#fantasy#might post more?#soap#ghost#Gaz being an angel#GAZ>>>>>>>#Gaz fluff#mw2 fluff#Gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick#Kyle Garrick fluff
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been thinking about pirate!au cod men. them finding you above a corpse on your husband's ship and deciding to keep you.
tags: 18+, fem!reader, talks of rape, non–con, graphic description of murder, gore, kidnapping
You've been sailing on your husband's godforsaken ship for more than two weeks now and you've had enough. Your husband, a wealthy British merchant with business ties to Americas. Your husband, to whom you were downright sold by your parents, who has never cared about you, not even a little, who rapes you every night in the comfort of his cabin and who doesn't stop them and only laughs when other sailors mock the sounds you make during the act.
You've lost everything – your home, your dignity, your happiness, all thanks to your husband. You decided a week ago that you were going to kill him. Even if you die in the process.
So, you use the opportunity when your ship gets attacked by pirates. You rush to your husband's cabin and fetch the letter opener you've been eyeing ever since your decision and frantically start looking for him amidst the carnage. When you do find him, bile rises in your throat at what you see before you. Your husband is cowering behind some barrels, trying to make himself as small as possible to save his own life while his men are fighting and dying.
You've never despised anybody this much. You wouldn't even think it possible before your wedding.
You don't recognise your own voice when you let out a savage shriek and tumble him on his back, raising your skirts so you can sit on his hips – for the one last time you'll ever have to.
The skinny blade of the letter opener burrows into your husband's chest before you even realise what you're doing. It's wet. And squishy. You feel the bile in your throat again but you force it down. When you take out the letter opener to deliver another stab, you can hear it. The low rustle of air going in and out of the wound as your husband frantically breathes, making almost a whistling noise. You must've punctured his lung.
You stab him again, this time in the abdomen, the low whistle now providing a perverted symphony to harmonise your actions. After stabbing him for the third time, you let out a breathless laugh. Your hand is getting all bloody while the eyes of your now-dying husband desperately search yours for a pinch of mercy but you can't find it in you. Not when you can feel the life leaving his body the same way life left yours every night when he had his way with you. Now you have your way with him.
You don't recognise yourself as you deliver one blow after another, quicker and quicker. It's fair though, you think. He has changed you beyond recognition.
You don't stop even when he's long gone. What was before a slightly jiggly, fat-covered belly is now a bloody pile of mush, which you don't stop stabbing with the letter opener. Not even when you hear male voices entering the entrails of the ship, not even when you hear the surprising yell when they see you, not even when two pairs of hands grab you by your arms and wrestle you off the corpse.
You've gone completely feral by this point. You can feel it in your throat when you're almost growling at the men, screaming let me go repeatedly, thrashing so they would release you from their hold.
You're not scared of what will happen now that the pirates caught you. You don't care. Even if they all have their way with you. It can't be worse than the absolute pain of betrayal you felt when your own husband did it.
"Christ a'mighty," you can hear close to your ear, apparently coming from one of the men holding you back. You can't see him, but you can distinguish the thick Scottish accent in his voice.
A tall man with mutton chops steps into your field of vision, coming so close to you that you're sure he can feel your frantic breathing against himself. Even though he's so close to you, so close you share the same air, he doesn't touch you. Doesn't even raise his hand.
"Bring her with." Is all he says before walking away. You don't protest. Your body feels almost like a gelatine as they push you towards the deck, their grip on your arms loosening considerably as you start calming down.
You will be fine. You've survived your husband, you will survive this.
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#ves writes#pirate au#pirate!au#fem reader#john price#captain john price#captain price#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#ghost simon riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley#gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#task force 141#tf 141#cod men
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Poll time
#platonic#reader insert#rocket raccoon#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#Kyle gaz Garrick#captain John price#miguel o'hara#Ben Reilly#Peter Parker#miles morales#Freddy fazbear#foxy the pirate#chica the chicken#bonnie the bunny#blue beetle#Jaime Reyes
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Invader Gems Presents T4K part 2: PLANET T4KERS
#invader zim#steven universe#comic#invader gems#zadr#datr#tamr#loving the weird ass love polygon goin on here#gaz membrane#dib membrane#it’s the little things I’m proud of in this comic cover#like the globe that’s inaccurate to OUR Earth’s geography#but is accurate to STEVEN UNIVERSE’S geography#or how Tak’s coat sorta mimics dib’s with the stripes and whatnot#i also like Mimi’s design here#like she’s a nomadic dancer/pirate#anywho#looney mooney rants#looney mooney art#mooneyart#artists on tumblr
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To the Edge of Chaos
Pirate!Gaz x Female Reader (of mixed Arab decent)
After being accused of murder of a high ranking officer, Kyle flees the country with his friends and comrades in tow. They never look back on their lives as naval officers, instead they forge their future in new beginnings becoming the most renowned and feared crew across the seven seas.
It's only years later that fate intertwine his journey with someone who resembles home yet feels so foreign. Nostalgia threatens his way of life but is he willing to let go of her so soon? Especially when she's so desperate for help.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
(yes I know I have too many series I'm working on but I just couldn't help myself when I saw this picture of Elliot. I just had to come up with something. This is loosely based of the story of Sinbad.)
Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.
#To the Edge of Chaos#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick x you#kyle gaz garrick smut#sergeant kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x you#kyle gaz smut#kyle gaz x reader#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#cod x reader#call of duty#x reader#gaz smut#gaz angst#gaz fluff#pirate!au#pirate!Gaz#sinbad!au
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more pirate 141… please!!
love my scallywags <3
c/w: kidnapping, drinking/intoxication, illusions to smut, groping/undressing, dub-con
after a few weeks of kicking and hissing at them like a feral cat, you begin to settle down. you actually take the food and drink that the captain offers you now, rather than throw it across the roam and call him a beast of a man
you’re still a bit grumpy. even as you sit in his lap and let him feed you with his hands. glasses of fancy stolen wine and rum behind pushed into your hand. your arms folded over your chest and a sour look on your face as you take what he gives you
johnny and kyle love competing for who can rob more lavish gifts for you every time the ship docks at a trade town. coming back with pretty clothes to dress you up in or bouquets of flowers for you to arrange for price’s desk
simon walks around like your personal guard dog. never leaving your side as you talk a slow walk around the town when you get bored. obviously, you’re aware that he’s really there to make sure you don’t make a run for it, but scary dog privileges are nice too
eventually, you gave into their incessant flirting and attempts to bed you. one night you, john and the boys had a few too many drinks. you had been perched on the captain’s knee all night, his arm never left your waist as it hugged you against his chest
the liquid courage coursing through your bloodstream gave you enough confidence to kiss and lick at the skin of john’s neck, begging for him to rip off your dress and take you properly. a smirk and cock of his head ends with the boys on their feet and pulling your clothes off. rough, greedy hands roaming all over your soft skin
rule number one of the ship: captain gets first dibs on all the treasure. including pretty little things like you <3
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My 2022 art summary! Hoping to do more original characters this year now that I have a healthy amount of "stuff going to conventions are probably looking for" in my portfolio!
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pornstar!gaz being the utter professional by using protection with whoever else he's gotta shoot with but refuses to have anything in between y'all.
also does not stop after coming once. you're delusional if you thought he'd ever get enough of that sweet cunt. even if you feel far too sensitive to continue, he just coos in your ear about how well you're doing, how he's almost done. "you can take a little more, can't ya?" coreeeeeee.
carnally need him.
RAAHHH PS!GAZ
NO because before you even first started filming with him, you sort of stalked through the videos he had been in, just to get a feel for who was about to rail you. every single video he's wearing condoms, which you found a bit odd. everyone gets tested pretty regularly before they shoot, so there isn't a real fear of catching anything, and every female star is on about twenty different forms of birth control. perhaps it's just an odd quirk of his.
so you're not surprised when the two of you start filming and he rolls one on. you don't care either way, you get paid the same, condom or not and it feels just like normal to you. it's not long before he's got your back arched and the side of your face into the mattress, and he's just as good as every actress he's ever filmed with would have you believe. all you can do is grip the sheets and nearly sob as he ruts into you from behind, the lewd sound of skin on skin filling the room, though you know those four walls are no stranger to that noise.
it all stops so suddenly as he pulls his cock out of you, and your head is left spinning like a top on your neck, but you're finally able to breathe. you stay there for a moment until your brain registers kyle's probably trying to change positions, but the moment your chest tries to lift off the bed, his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you back against the sheets. it isn't until your head rests back on the mattress that you realize the condom is there right next to you, still wet with your slick.
kyle sinks back into you with a hiss as his forehead presses against your shoulder, and it's not long before his pace continues just as fervent as it was before.
"sorry, doll," he whispers to you, voice low and breathy. "can't help myself. you understand, yeah?"
between his words, the pure stimulation, and the shock of it all, it doesn't take you long to come, yet his pace is still as unrelenting as it had been. each thrust winds you up tighter and tighter even though you had snapped long ago, and all you can do is drool and whine like a bitch in heat. the over stimulation is to the point where you're piratically sighing in relief when he's done. his cock pulses and throbs as his cum fills you, no longer blocked by that silly condom, and your body starts to go slack.
but kyle is very far from done.
his hips begin to snap against yours again, and you nearly squeal at the sensation. how the fuck is he still hard after all of that? he chuckles, and it's half strained from his own pleasure and exhaustion.
"one more, s'all i want. you can take that, yeah? been doin' so well for me so far, i know you can. bein' so good, such a good girl."
you almost regret telling him how you had a praise kink, but your brain is too gooey to feel anything but pleasure with the way his words caress your ear and his cock destroys you. when he comes again, his body finally seems to be just as spent as yours, and kyle collapses next to you on the bed where he pulls you against him. you're both sweaty and disgusting, and that fucking condom is still next to you, crumpled and limp, but god it feels nice to be embraced by him. to have his hand run a line down your spine as you listen to his pounding heartbeat dwindle into something softer.
you've been doomed ever since.
#pornstar!gaz#gaz x reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader smut#kyle garrick x reader smut#f!reader
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The Quiet Kind
per this request!
❤︎ trafalgar law x reader ❤︎ (no pronouns mentioned)
𖤐₊˚.༄ (fluff) 𖤐₊˚.༄
cw/summary: reader is mute & very shy! law helps reader with task, cheek kisses, fluff, fluff, fluff.
word count: ~700
tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron@shamblespirate@eelnoise@maddddstuff @lowkeycasanova @stuckinthewrongworld @laylaloves-ed @leftladyluminary
The Quiet Kind
Amidst the steady hum of the Polar Tang, your sanctuary lies—a haven of tranquil silence amidst the bustling chaos of pirate life. As a member of the Heart Pirates, you navigate the world with a quiet grace, your shy demeanor concealing a heart brimming with untold emotions.
Trafalgar Law, your captain, finds himself inexplicably drawn to your silent presence. His stoic facade belies a heart that quickens at the sight of your timid smile, each brush of your gentle hands.
He admires the way you carry yourself, despite your lack of words.
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One day, as you find yourself in need of assistance with a task aboard the Polar Tang, you cast a shy glance towards Law, silently pleading for his help. With keen perception, Law understands your unspoken request, offering his assistance with a reassuring nod.
Amidst the subdued lighting of the sub's repair bay, you and Law stand side by side, focused on the task at hand. The metallic clang of tools against machinery reverberates through the chamber as you work together to repair a crucial component of the submarine's propulsion system.
Law's instructions are steady and sure, his hands deftly maneuvering the tools as he explains each step of the process with a calm patience.
He guides you with a patience born of his affection for you; quietly, carefully. Despite your lack of verbal communication, his words are clear and concise, aiding you through the intricate workings of the machinery with ease.
“That’s it,” he says softly as he watches you work. The dim lighting within the submarine casts a soft glow over the metallic corridors, creating an atmosphere of subdued tranquility as the Polar Tang glides gracefully through the underwater realm.
You follow his lead, your movements careful and precise as you assist in disassembling and repairing the damaged parts.
As you focus on the task at hand, Law's thoughts wander, his heart yearning to express the depth of his feelings. Outside the portholes, shafts of sunlight filter down from the surface, illuminating the underwater world with an otherworldly glow. Schools of fish dart past, their iridescent scales catching the light in a dazzling display of color.
"You're doing great," Law murmurs softly, his voice a mere whisper amidst the quiet of the room. Though his words are meant for your ears alone, they carry the weight of his unspoken longing, a silent confession hidden in the cadence of his voice.
With each fleeting glance exchanged, Law's heart sings with unspoken desires, his gaze lingering on your form with a tenderness he dare not voice aloud. He longs to tell you of the emotions that swirl within him, but the words remain trapped behind the cold walls of his stone-face.
As the task nears completion, Law steals another glance at you, "Thank you," he murmurs once more, his voice barely a whisper as he fights to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to spill from his lips.
As the final pieces fall into place, you steal a glance at Law, your eyes expressing not only undeniable gratitude but also a hint of something more — affection, perhaps?
“You did great,” Law smiles softly, "I barely helped," he chuckles, humility evident in his tone. "That was all you."
You blush at his praise, smiling softly and glancing down at the floor before shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Unable to speak your feelings aloud, you summon your courage and swallow dryly before pressing a soft kiss to your captain’s cheek.
Law's heart skips a beat at the unexpected touch, his face flushing faintly as he gazes at you.
In that fleeting moment, amidst the quiet of the room and the enchanting underwater world outside, your unspoken bond deepens, intertwining like the intricate threads of the ocean's currents.
With a shy smile, you turn to leave the room, your heart fluttering with newfound courage.
And as Law watches you go, a smile tugs at his lips, his admiration blossoming into something deeper—a silent sort of love.
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CALL OF DUTY WIPS/IDEAS
WIPS
Simon Riley x neighbour reader: PART 4 (Hiatus)
Forced w/ Simon part 2
Soap, Gaz, Simon x F!reader: surprise content
Soap x f!reader: dark fic, hurt/comfort (series)
WW2 Soap x Aussie nurse
REQUESTS
Price x single mum reader
Johnny w/ endometriosis reader
Hyperfeminine reader w/ Price, Simon (separate)
Monster au Caladrius reader x Simon
Simon doesn't like your boyfriend
reader got pregnant and left price
IDEAS TO BE WRITTEN
A reincarnation type au for each boy (og mw + reboot)
Simon & gf seducing Kyle
Childhood best friend/stalker Gaz ( poly with Simon)
Fantasy historical au - Soap x bookstore owner reader.
Gaz x reader: marriage of convenience/military benefits
Alex/reader/Farah
Past soap x reader. Enemies to lovers with roach after soap dies
Ur husband dies so Johhny steps in and marries u cause ur husband has no family (non-con/misogyny)
Prince Kyle x Pirate Reader:
Simon x Gaz's cousin
Gaz x Price reader.
Cricket Gaz x netball (Aussie) reader
Simon x Matilda’s reader
U married a friend years ago for the benefits, Simon doesn’t know and is all angsty about being in love with you
Price x childhood best friend: marriage pact
Shadow reader
Soulmate au for each boy
Your Simon’s soulmate, but he’s not yours (Johnny)
Price x paramedic reader
Simon moves on after the reader was thought to be KIA only for them to come back but he stays with his new partner :))
Simon leaves reader who got diagnosed with cancer cause he can’t stand to watch you die and then you get with Price :))
Johnny was taken captive and tortured so now he’s all feral and only calms down for reader
Alpha Price finds omega reader stealing his laundry and sniffing his clothes.
#x reader#soap x reader#cod mw x reader#john price x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#john mactavish x reader#kyle garrick x reader#alex keller x reader#farah x reader#kat’s wips
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