#far cry 3 pirates

[b3ast0fburd3n]

@prvtocol , continued from here

Rook is certainly a melting pot of different cultures. There are dozens of different accents and languages, each one having a handful of users to bond over their shared traits.

Recently, a new pirate made his way to the island, one with specific styling choices for his head and facial hair. It'd been a long time since Eden had seen the mullet/goatee combo. So long, in fact, she did a double take when she saw him heading to the training camp. The man stays firmly planted in the back of her mind as she works. Its the same as it usually is, moving shipments. She'd get bored of it if her own mind hadn't been trained to entertain her for hours on end. The burning sun and suffocating humidity barely phase her, becoming background noise for her silent wondering and reminiscing.

Eden grunts with effort as she lifts the last box and drops it onto the dolly. She waves off the man easing it into an upright position, telling him to leave it with the others. Sweat-wet arm brushes across her brow, trying to save the beads there from dripping into her eyes. She spots Brianne a moment later, trotting over to join her lounging for a smoke break. She forces a smile rather than a greeting, taking the spot next to Brianne on her crate.

"Hey, how do you feel about mullets and goatees? Yes or no?" Eden digs a rock out of her boot as she asks, tossing it at the truck. She nods at Briannes clarification, fishing a cigarette out of the pack in her pocket and lighting with practiced ease. When the second of silence stretches, followed by a blurted reply, Eden raises a brow. Lost in thought, huh. Rare sight for the poised brit. She listens to the answer intently, with genuine interest she doesn't normally have.

"I certainly thought so." Eden had never seen the combination in person, only in movies and pictures from the eighties. "But trends come back around, I think. I heard somebody say that." Her head shakes gently back and forth, as if to say 'but, I don't know'.

"New pirate, rocking the combo." It dawns on her, why did she ask? Did she think Brianne would care? Or did she simply see a friendly face and feel the need to make conversation with what's been on her mind? 'Friendly face' is certainly a new concept to the blonde pirate, but one she's happy to welcome. There aren't many she can just walk up to and ask a random question.

[b3ast0fburd3n]

Eden watches the other pirates snicker with a blank expression. She doesn't speak enough Spanish to parse out what was said. Even if she could, she was just too far out of range to piece together syllables.

Kids in the commune used to do it to her too. She's 'too weird', 'too rigid', 'too mean'. Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Hasn't worked for her yet, but she's willing to try again.

Her stomach twists in knots as ENVY and PRIDE tie themselves together. She swallows it all the same, locking it away until she can deal with it later. There's work to do, fuck the rest. It can bother her when she's laying down to sleep. Doesn't matter, she could use the extra time to carve another tiger.

The scanning of Beth's eyes doesn't go unnoticed. Eden wonders what the woman is seeing. Or what she's looking for. Eden ducks her head, an unconscious attempt to avoid Beth's judging gaze. Her faux-sweet approach sets Eden on edge. The Locust in our garden. Every step closer has her fingers twitching towards to her knife. An outright attack would be welcomed. She can deal with that. She's almost excited at the possibility to fight someone so experienced. Either she'll come out victorious and not have to worry about the snide attitude anymore, or she'll go down fighting. They both sound just as good right now.

When no violence comes, instead a polite acceptance of her offer, Eden's frown deepens. It might be rude, but it would be on-brand at the very least. The thought doesn't cross her mind to watch what her expressions might be telling the other pirate. She watches Beth climb into the jeep, seemingly without a care in the world, blowing a frustrated puff of air out of her nose.

Eden makes her way around the vehicle, controlling her steps so she doesn't stomp like a petulant child. Two of the pirates get in the back of the jeep, the rest piling into another. Beth's immediate lounging and taking control of the space has her squeezing the door handle in anger. Fine. Fucking fine. Start the car, put on your shitty music, do whatever the fuck you want. She can tough it out for a little longer. Then, once they're back at camp, she can run away to hide in her room. Or bury herself in another task. Either way, Beth won't be involved, she'll thank God when that time comes.

Saved? Fucking saved? Ignorant little snake. She sighs, trying to control the boiling in her veins. "Thank you." She forces through grit teeth. God knows she's lying. He will forgive her. She will repent and He will forgive her fantasies of watching Beth bleed out from her throat. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

As Eden maneuvers the jeep through the jungle, she rolls her shoulders to try and ease some of the built up tension. It comes back quickly when Beth opens her mouth again. Eden wants to break that flapping jaw. She'll have to serve penance for that too.

"Most of us don't play around after or during an ambush." A lie. Most pirates celebrate for anything, especially surviving another battle. She's grasping at straws. Anything to feel superior over the woman. The PRIDE eats at her. He detests all the proud of heart. Be sure of this: They will not go unpunished.

Beth said something in Spanish to the other living pirates, far enough away from Eden to make it impossible to make out exactly what was said. But judging by the men's laughter and nodding and returned, muffled behind fists, laughter, it was something funny. Or, at least, funny to a group such as them.

She took a drag of her cigarette and stood, stepping over the body she'd just looted to approach another. She nudged the corpse with her now dusty ( usually as pristine as possible ) boot. Then, the other spoke again. And Beth's head was quick to whip around and turn her body front and centre to face Eden.

There was something in Beth's eyes, beyond the humour, analysing, and rage — something dark, indescribable. Something you felt like you had seen before but were unable to place. Weathered by turmoil, weathered by age. Weathered by growing up far too quickly and horrid experiences left unsaid.

When you saw that look, a glimpse into something more, how she'd managed to THRIVE was apparent. Beth thrived because she WANTED to, beyond all else. She shouldn't be alive, let alone on the island as a pirate and someone who's FEARED. She was strong, ruthless — Beth wondered how much Eden had heard. From the Pirates. From the Rakyat. From Vaas.

Lips quirking into a grin accompanied her bending down and picking up the body she had previously nudged, slinging it over her shoulder. She gave a gesture and the pirates began picking up the others ( obedient ) . Strolling over, she nodded, a sickeningly sweet edge to her expression. She had noted the clear, inherent dislike and positively loved it.

"If you're offering, who am I to say no? It'd be rude," A shrug as she wiped her sweaty, bloody palms into her cargo pants. There was far less blood than she was expecting, which was always a good thing.

With a surprising amount of grace, the Pirate floated to the passenger's side and climbed in. She tossed her burnt out cigarette, uncaring of where it landed, and switched on the ignition. She put the radio on, humming in approval at the song playing.

"Usually, people say ' thank you ' after their lives are saved. Not that I'm counting, or anything. This isn't Sesame Street," A pause as she then flicked on the awful air-con, lounging back without a seeming care in the world. "You alright? You look like someone shit in your cornflakes, mate."

[dyns33]

Chico

a long Vaas and little pirate story 

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Unlike most souls who resided on Rook Island, Y/N was not born there, she did not choose to go there, and she had not been captured by pirates.

No, she was just on a boat passing by the island, which had sunk due to an explosion in the poorly constructed engines, and she had managed to survive by clinging to debris and swimming to the beach.

No one had seen her. No one knew she was here. Without money, without a phone, without an identity card, but with enough intelligence to understand where she had landed, Y/N had accepted that she had to be discreet and wait for the right moment to leave the island.

For the first few months, she hid in caves and the jungle. It was not easy, because there were many poisonous plants, wild animals, in addition to the pirates and natives.

The natives weren't mean, but a bit stupid. Talkers. They could speak about the foreign girl who wandered near the villages, and Y/N would have became a prey for the pirates.

Then, after nearly dying of starvation, thirst, freezing, or being eaten by a tiger, Y/N wondered if the best hiding place wasn't staying right in the lair of Rook's most dangerous creature.

Vaas camp.

Y/N had seen the leader of the pirates several times, from afar. He was quite scary, especially when he stopped in the middle of the forest to sniff the air and stare at the bushes, as if he could sense she was there.

There were also the stories she had heard about him. It looks like he was as mad as he was violent, uncontrollable, unpredictable. Always on drugs. Thinking only of money and control.

It was for these latter reasons that Y/N thought she had a chance hiding among the pirates.

Maybe she was small, and didn't really know how to fight, but she was good. Smart. Polite and disciplined. If she did the tasks the leader demanded, and didn't piss off the other pirates, then she would find herself a safe lair.

With some regret, she cut her hair, hiding her face as much as possible with two bandanas and sunglasses. Red bandanas, like the t-shirt she had taken from a corpse, covered by a bulletproof vest. With the headband that flattened her breasts, the oversized pants, the gun at her waist, and boots, she looked like a little man.

A little pirate.

As if everything was normal, she joined a group of pirates patrolling the north of the island. They didn't comment, asking her if she wanted some rum, and snickering that the new one was tiny.

They laughed less when a wild dog tried to attack them and Y/N killed it. Living in the jungle for months was learning to survive.

When they offered her rum again, it was with gratitude and respect.

Y/N first stayed in an outpost. It was simple, it was easy. She wandered far into the jungle to urinate or wash herself. She slept little, and in inaccessible places. Conversations were minimal, only when necessary.

No one seemed to suspect anything or care about her.

Nico and Benny were funny. Almost sympathetic, if she forgot that they tortured and killed the people the group caught.

Carlos was a bit scary. He didn't stay at the outpost, he only came by from time to time, to check that everything was fine.

The first time he had seen Y/N, he had made a funny face.

    'Who's the little guy ?' he asked.

     "New recruit. He's good with a knife."

     "... I didn't know we had a new recruit."

But he had left without adding anything, and everything had gone well.

Until it's time to switch teams. It was hard and boring to guard the outposts and those who did a good job were rewarded by being able to return to camp for a while.

Vaas camp.

Contrary to what Y/N had hoped, not only was the pirate leader there when she arrived, he noticed her right away.

"So, you're the new little recruit with a knife ? It's true that you are small, hermano. A real baby. Easy to eat. You know I could easily eat you, huh chico ?"

"Yes, boss." decided to answer Y/N, staying calm and looking at him in the eye.

This seemed to surprise him, before he burst out laughing. He pulled out his gun, pointing it at her.

     "Do you think you're funny, chico ? Do you think I'm kidding ?"

     "No, boss."

     "... No ? You're just a calm and polite little chico then ? Hmm. We'll see about that."

It was seen very quickly. Like at camp, Y/N found a quiet place to sleep, and she avoided everyone when she had to undress. For the rest, she obeyed orders, she was silent, polite, calm, discreet.

Which did not escape Vaas, who seemed to have eyes everywhere, and who seemed to appreciate this unusual behavior.

His fascination didn't lessen after she saved him from a large stone. Chico, as he decided to call her, had become his hero, his little favourite.

     "There was the rock, there were the caves. Mi chico is like a lucky charm, hermano. I can't stay away from him, or I'll be screwed. And he's so cute. Isn't he cute, Carlos ?”

     "Yes, Jeff."

     "You sound like him. So fucking polite. I love it when he calls me boss. Huh, chico ?"

     "Yes, boss."

     "That's right, my little chico ! My lucky charm."

Everyone knew that Vaas loved chico. The pirates kinda laughed at her because of that, kindly. They could have been cruel, or jealous, but Y/N didn't really get any special treatment, and the boss was calmer since the arrival of the little guy, whom they really liked.

That didn't stop the jokes.

Some spoke of the fact that Vaas was in love. Y/N didn't believe it. It was just stupid remarks about the fact that two men couldn't be close in being gay. Vaas visited the whores of Bad Town. He wasn't looking at any man.

No, he was simply fascinated by his chico, nothing more.

Another joke, very amusing, was invented by Juan.

To tell Y/N that the boss was asking for old and very expensive bottles, abandoned in a cave that is difficult to access by sea, and that he wanted his chico to go get them.

It was not true. 

Vaas hadn't asked for anything, and there were no bottles.

On the other hand, the cave was indeed difficult to access, and once inside, Y/N was unable to come out from where she had entered. She wandered the dark tunnels for hours, days.

There was no water. Her flashlight eventually died. And despite the fear of ending up like this, Y/N was still thinking of the bottles, and of Vaas who was waiting. So while looking for an exit, she looked for the imaginary bottles.

She only found an exit, after almost a week, having to climb against a wall, slipping several times, falling, breaking her fingers and a few ribs, but Y/N managed to get out.

First reflex, drink. Second reflex, find bottles. Any kind of bottle, before returning to camp.

It was almost as hard as getting in and out of the cave. The camp was far away. She was exhausted.

When she arrived, she didn't even notice the silence. The bodies near the door, including Juan's. Bullet and burn marks on the walls. Y/N didn't understand at all the looks and whispers of the other pirates when they saw her coming.

Vaas also looked at her weirdly, as she placed two bottles in front of him.

     "Sorry, boss, I couldn't find your bottles." she muttered before trying to go to her little hiding place, to sleep. She fell after taking ten steps.

     "Chico !" shouted a voice. "Chico, wake up ! Carlos, give me some water and call the doctor ! Chico, no, stay with me. My chico. Mi cielo."

Y/N was really too tired to move, or even open her eyes. She felt hands on her face, a mouth on hers, liquid in her throat, then nothing.

When she woke up, she didn't recognize the room she was in. Pink. It had been months since she'd seen that color, it wasn't a color that lasted long on Rook.

Children's toys. And Doctor Hernarch.

The good doctor, who made the good pills, according to Benny.

He sighed when Y/N tried to move, then when she realized that she no longer wore her bandana on her face, nor her bandage around her chest.

     "Are you all right, young lady. Young man ? Vaas brought me a young pirate boy, and he still thinks I'm treating a young pirate boy. I haven't told him, and I won't tell him."

     "...  Thanks."

     "Don't thank me. It's my job. You might have preferred not to wake up. He seems to like you very much. You hold his heart and his madness in your hands. He threatened me a lot, saying he'll kill me if you don't wake up. Maybe he'd like to know your secret, maybe not. Maybe it would be worse, for everyone. I won't say anything, rest."

Y/N lay down as long as possible, so no more than a few minutes, before jumping out of bed to get her things, and cover herself.

Then, holding her stomach, she went downstairs.

Like a lion in a cage, Vaas walked around the living room in a circle, biting his fingers until they bled. He often did this when he was nervous, or when he had taken too many drugs. It could be both. He looked really worried.

     "Boss, your fingers." Y/N said, staying near the stairs.

     "Chico ? Chico !"

He ran over to hug her, kissing her neck, cheek and forehead over and over, muttering insults and tender words.

     "Mi chico... Don't ever do that again. Ever ! Fucking Juan, motherfucker. He thought he was funny, and now he's used as fertilizer in my garden. Asshole ! I could have lost you because of him ! You shouldn't have listened to him, chico. I'm the one giving the orders, directly. You don't leave the camp without me anymore. I should put a leash on you."

     "Yes, boss."

     "Ah, my chico. Always so polite, always so calm. You worried about my fingers ? It's okay, the doc is going to give me some meds, and you could kiss them better. We're going home !"

In the car, Carlos was silent, glancing at Y/N in the rear view mirror. At Vaas too, who refused to leave her, hugging her tightly. The big pirate had been worried too, for her, and for everyone, because during his absence, the boss had started to lose his head completely.

It was a miracle and a relief that she came back.

Purring, Vaas started rubbing against her again, smiling, repeating how happy he was that his chico had returned.

Y/N then thought that the doctor was not wrong. She held Vaas' madness in her hands, and perhaps his heart, and she couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not.

     "I missed you, chico. I feel dead inside without you."

     "Me too, boss."

     "Mi chico." he whispered, laying his head on her shoulder, relaxed at last.

She had answered to be polite, as always. But also because she meant it, and that too, she didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

[jellyfishfieldss]

I'm never gonna finish this cuz fml. Enjoy this doodle of vaas doing that Lucifer pose thing (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠ ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠⌒┻⁠━⁠┻.

[kaythefloppa]

Something that 5-10 year old me would've loved to see in Jake and the Neverland Pirates is the fairies from the Tinker Bell prequels. I understand that Disney probably didn't want to connect the show with their direct-to-video movies because of separate branding, (and both properties were slowly coming to an end in the mid-10's) but they were making those movies at the same time as the show. Not only that, the fairies are said to communicate to the NeverLand Pirates from Pixie Hollow through a rock. And it's repeatedly noted that Izzy got her pixie dust from "The Fairies" - Faries that Peter Pan knows... the same Peter Pan who is friends with a fairy... a fairy from Fairy Hollow.

The opportunities were right there. I'm thinking off the top of my head a potential episode (probably Season 2 or 3, fuck Season 4 lmao) - with all these ideas

Rosetta meeting Tick-Tock all grown up,

Zarina teaching Izzy Pixie Dust Alchemy,

Fawn playing with Patch the Pirate Pup,

Silver-Mist turning Mermaid Lagoon into a waterpark for the mermaids,

Iridessa and Brightly the Firefly having a lightshow,

Vidia bullying the absolute SHIT out of Captain Hook and Mr. Smee (and possibly Sharky and Bones) to the point where even the popinjays are crying (don't tell me that wouldn't happen)

Clank, Bobble, just being completely confused with the existence of Bucky but loving him anyways.

Queen Clarion and Lord Milori being like protective mini-parents to the puny pirates

Peter and Tink actually revealing how they met (i.e. the prequel we SHOULD'VE gotten to end off the Tink series)

And my personal favorite, (angst ahead) all of them flying to Pixie Hollow to visit Gruff's cave to visit him in hibernation.

Okay maybe not all of them would've happened, but just food for thought.

[michaelmeowndo]

we love you trans pirate king !!

[prvtocol]

Bri's Lookbook 1/? ᠂ ⚘ ˚

Rook Island Aesthetic: Max Mara trousers, $375 / Reiss linen shirt, $190 / Thursday Boot Company, $199 / Longchamp backpack, $145 / Chanel butterfly sunglasses, $450 / travel hat, $65 / Aspinal of London silk scarf, $210

[broken-balance-baby]

would jason have learned the word bomboclaat in rook or would dani have taught him that...

[lucky82007]

[demonlordcosnime]

lets play far cry 3 part 7

[b3ast0fburd3n]

Atticus Hayes RP Promo

Far Cry 3/5/New Dawn/ General rpc

FC: Brad Pitt (Fight Club)

Age: 34 (2012), 41 (2019), 57 (2035, death)

Birthday: May 9th 1978

Visual info: 6'4, brown buzzed hair, brown eyes, scars everywhere, missing two fingers on each hand (separate incidents)

Occupation: Pirate, Ex Australian Soldier, Eden's Gate bodyguard

Negative Traits: Annoying, pushy, disloyal, anxious

Positive Traits: Outgoing, punctual, lucky, logical

(Will not answer to Atticus, doesn't tell most people his first name)

Hayes was always the life of the party, even after joining the military, earning him the callsign "Riot." He excelled quickly due to his size and strength. In 2002, on a mission towards indonesia, his plane inexplicably crashed. Most of the soldiers survived the initial crash, but were slowly picked off by wildlife, the native tribe and the eventual pirates overtaking the island. Hayes chooses to work with Hoyt and his pirates, throwing away the small friendships he'd made with the Rakyat.

In 2012, he switched sides, feeling fed up with how the pirates treated him and angry with his friend Eden. When he tells her his plan to leave, the two begin to fight. Eden eventually overpowers him, her stamina greatly outlasting his, but she can't bring herself to kill him. Eventually, Hayes leaves Rook with Jason Brody, staying in America with him. He bounces around for a while before landing in Hope County, joining the Project at Edens Gate for his lover.

Hayes is able to escape into a bunker by the skin of his teeth, stuck with a handful of resistance members, and some cultists. After emerging, his is killed by Highwaymen after infiltrating their compound.

Hayes is a secondary character, meaning I most likely won't reach out as him, he is therefore by request only.

[ztarvokwrites]

How the Monster Trio propose to you

a/n: HI SURPRISE I'M TURNING THESE HEADCANONS INTO A SERIES :3 literally loved writing the last batch of headcanons bc they were so cute so i decided to turn it into a little headcanon series <3 you're welcome! ALSO I LEARNT HOW TO DO GRADIENT TEXT HEHEHE

read part 1 here >> How the Cross Guild propose to you (+ Galdino)

not nsfw! only pure fluff and silliness up ahead!

enjoy and don't forget to reblog if you like it!

Monkey D. Luffy

If you think Luffy is capable of proposing in a nice, romantic way — then you're wrong.

He has no clue what he's doing but he's just gonna roll with it.

Begs Asks Nami to find a ring in one of her treasure boxes, to which she reluctantly agrees upon hearing his reasoning.

Literally proposes to you the same day, in the middle of a fight with some rookie pirates.

Just straight up grabs you and pulls you to him, protecting you as he asks the question and shoves the ring in your hand.

"Hey, wanna get married?"

You're stunned for a moment at his sheer audacity to propose like that during a battle, but the seriousness on his face gave you the impression that he wasn't kidding.

With a simple nod, you put the ring on your finger and continued fighting beside him.

The rest of the crew looked on, dumbfounded at the scene in front of them as Luffy sent the last pirate flying before turning to you and giving you the biggest, sloppiest kiss ever — dipping you in his arms for extra effect.

Brook was the only one to clap enthusiastically, followed by a very hesitant Jinbei.

Party celebration? Yep.

Roronoa Zoro

Again, if you think he's going to propose in a romantic way, you're wrong.

Laziest mf when it comes to proposing.

Gets lost when looking for a ring for you on the island you're currently docked at, returns with said ring like five hours later.

Pops the question in the middle of dinner, making Sanji choke on his food.

"Y/N, will you marry me?"

Just so bluntly asks it that you have to do a double-take as Sanji regains himself and yells at him.

"WHAT THE HELL, MOSSHEAD! YOU CAN'T JUST ASK THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF DINNER-"

"I'd love to, Zo." You put the ring on after Zoro slides it across the table.

Sanji is gobsmacked before letting out a shrill, "WHAT THE FUC-"

Zoro lets you watch him work out and also lets you bathe with him as a treat :)

Definitely litters your skin in love-bites though so be careful of what you wear because I feel like Nami and Robin will tease the shit out of you lmao.

Vinsmoke Sanji

By far the most romantic on the ship, right next to Robin and Jinbei.

After the crew has dinner, he takes you out to the lawn on the ship and makes you your favourite dessert, having Jinbei make sure that Luffy doesn't try stealing any of it.

Sets down a blanket and everything and just watches you with adoration in his eyes as you eat and talk your heart out.

He's quick to conversate, nodding along with what you're saying and chiming in from time to time.

As you two are cuddling together on the blanket, he suddenly gets on one knee in front of you and presents the ring with a soft smile on his face.

"We've been together for a while now and every day with you feels like a dream. I could go on and on with how much I love you, but we'd be here for years if I did," Sanji chuckles, making you giggle in return as tears prick your eyes, making him freeze up in concern. "O-Oh no, are you okay? I didn't say anything wrong, did I? Please don't cry-"

You shut him up by kissing him square on the lips, knocking him over onto is back.

He looked at you with hearts in his eyes as you pulled away, taking the ring with a flustered smile and slipping it onto your finger.

Que him fawning over you for a month straight, kissing you any chance he can get and annoying most of your crewmates.

Luffy and Brook find it hilarious while Robin finds it sweet, though.

starnote: my cough is getting better! i'm not hacking up a storm at night anymore, now i'm only coughing a teeny tiny bit :P

creds to @/saradika for the star divider!

[headcaasefiction]

Kinktober 2024

Day 3: Watersports

(Red-Haired Shanks/AFAB!Reader/Benn Beckman)

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 3,025

Summary: Y/N has been involved in a hot fling with the infamous Red-Haired Shanks. She also has a crush on his first mate Benn, who is invited in on a private moment. How far is Y/N willing to go?

Warnings: M/M/F Threesome, PISS KINK, A whole new meaning to P in V sex, Vaginal Sex, Mentions of Anal, Non-negotiated Kink. Ye be warned, don’t proceed if this kink makes you squeamish.

If you had told yourself a few weeks ago that an Emperor of the Sea, and his loyal crew of pirates, would dock on your little island and come waltzing into your bar, you would have been shocked. But if you had told yourself that the Emperor was the infamous Red-Haired Shanks, and that for the past week he had been fucking you all over the tavern, your apartment, alleyways, the meadow in the cliffs by the forest, and almost every square inch of his ship, well, you would laugh in your own face and think you’d gone completely batshit crazy… Yet somehow, it was actually happening, and you were in the midst of a fling with the dangerous man who was currently giving you the best sex of your entire life.

“Fuuu-uck~…” You cry out as he fucks into you from behind, his one hand gripped tight around your hip.

You were not quite sure how you had got here at this moment, since you had been spending most of the last 24 hours being eaten out and fucked on every surface in the captain’s quarters. But now you realize you’re in the bathroom, your hands steadying yourself against a beam as Shanks fucks you against the wall next to a rather large bathtub.

In your haze of pleasure, you vaguely remember him mention something about taking a bath together while you were still coming down from another black-out orgasm, vaguely remember him carrying you down a short hallway to this room.

“Mmmm, you can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” he purrs in your ear, sliding his hand over your stomach to reach down and flick at your clit, making you mewl, “Pretty girl, pretty pussy, so fucking insatiable.”

You moan in response, arching your back so he slides in even deeper, “Fuck yes, Shanks! Want your cock stuffed in my pussy always~”

He grins, pleased with your response as the speed of his thrusts increase, sloppy wet noises from your dripping cunt and the collision of your skin filling the room. You toss your head back, not caring if the whole ship hears as you gasp and whimper his name over and over, your nerves sizzling with pure unfiltered pleasure.

“Shaaannks!~” You whine, your pussy clenching hard around his thick girth, orgasm fast approaching.

“Mm, fuck,” he pants, snapping his hips and plunging as far inside you as he can reach, while he wraps his arm around your waist to steady himself, “Want to cum on my cock, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please!” You cry, biting your lip, bracing yourself to let go and teeter over the edge of bliss.

But just before the coil of heat snaps inside you, he stills himself, pulling his cock almost all the way out of you, leaving only the tip of his dick to slide between your folds and nudge at your stiff clit. You whine in frustration and near agony as your orgasm is ripped from you, leaving you a throbbing mess while you try to push your hips back so he slips inside you again.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Shanks gently scolds, teasing your slick hole by pumping the head of his cock in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace, leaving you shaking in his embrace, “If you wanna cum so badly, would you let me do anything to you, sweetheart?”

Your head is spinning, every cell in your body feels like a live-wire, and the way he whispers that question in your ear, all hot breath and low voice, almost brings you to the edge again. You want nothing more than for him to do absolutely anything he wants to you, this man, this pirate who you have known for only a week, you would sell him your soul if that meant he would fuck you like this forever. Teeth, tongue, fingers, fist, cock, anywhere, everywhere, anything.

He licks a strip up the side of your neck, then sucks a dark mark onto the skin of your shoulder, causing you to cry out once more, “C’mon, baby, use your words for me.”

As you are trying to get yourself to form a coherent sentence, and your throat to produce sound again, the two of you are suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. The sound makes you stiffen, and attempt to cover yourself and close your legs, yet Shanks kicks them apart immediately. Then, to your horror, Shanks responds to whoever is at the door.

“Come on in.”

You freeze, eyes wide like saucers as the door opens, Shanks still pressed to your naked back, cockhead inside you, your vulnerable body quivering in terror. Shanks turns his head, a nonchalant smile on his face as if you were just sitting down for a casual lunch, and greets the figure in the doorway.

“Ah, Benn, how can I be of service?”

Benn’s tall form is suddenly in your periphery as he steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

From the tips of your ears, down to the tops of your breasts you are flushed bright red. Never have you been seen in such a compromising position before, not to mention by Shanks’ first mate who you have also been harboring a crush on since they first walked through your door.

Shakily you steal a glance at him, and he looks completely unbothered, like he sees his captain fucking women in the ship’s bathroom every single day. He leans against the nearest wall, arms crossed, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, Captain, but the crew went out for drinks. Was wondering if you’d like to join.”

“Ah, no thanks, this little barmaid is off for the night. I don’t think she needs to spend all her free time there as well,” Shanks says, soothing his hand over your quaking shoulders, “We’re unwinding in other ways.”

Benn chuckles, looking you straight in your shiny, blown-wide eyes, then eyeing the rest of you up and down, “I can see that…mind if I watch?”

That makes you choke back a gasp, your pussy throbbing, a fresh coating of slick leaking onto Shanks’ dick. You glance over your shoulder at him to see his reaction, and he’s looking back at you, a bright grin on his face and a mischievous glint in his eye.

“What do you say, sweetheart, do you mind?”

You bite your lip, cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and pure need. You nod, “Y-yes, he can watch, I-I don’t mind…”

Shanks casts a quick smile at Benn before turning your head to kiss you briefly, “That’s my girl. Now, where were we?”

He suddenly enters you once more, bottoming out in one easy motion, causing you to cry out and grip against the wall, “Oh I remember,” he says, beginning a brutal pace, smacking you on the ass before fisting his hand in your hair, “You were begging to cum on my cock.”

You whine as he pounds into you, reigniting the electric sparks of want that pulse just underneath your skin.

“What were we talking about? Oh yeah…” He completely withdraws himself from you again, and without hesitation kicks your feet even wider apart, then gives your clit two harsh slaps, making you scream, “What would you let me do to you?”

“Anything, please Shanks!”

He spanks your ass again, sheathing himself back into your cunt and harshly thrusting in a few more times before removing himself yet again. It puts you on the edge of tears, the way he’s manipulating your body, and the ever-growing look of lust that is now clouding over Benn’s face has you so turned on it almost hurts.

“You’ll let me do anything, sweetheart?” he teases, reaching down to pinch your clit as you moan and squirm against him.

“Anything! I’ll let you do anything to me Shanks! I want you to do everything to me, fucking ruin me!”

He cups the side of your face and kisses you, crushing your lips together in a messy and bruising kiss, tongue soothing over your bottom lip, teeth clumsily clacking together. Finally he pulls away, leaving you breathless and star-struck, “Don’t mind if I do.”

You’re suddenly pulled from the wall you have been clinging to and manhandled over to the tub where he bends you over. You grip the edge, trying to steady yourself, taking another glance over at Benn where he is still leaning by the doorway, palming his rather massive looking erection through his pants.

You snap back to reality as you feel Shanks grope your ass, his fingertips leaving little pleasurable tingles in their wake before you feel him spread your cheeks apart, “So cute,” he murmurs with a devious tone, his thumb brushing over your puckered hole, making you gasp, “Can’t wait to open you up here…but that can wait, I have another idea right now. I’m in need of a little relief.”

He rubs the tip of his dick through your glossy folds, making sure to graze over your clit a few times, making you sigh. You expected him to fuck you in the ass, but instead he enters your pussy again, pumping himself into you a few times, until you suddenly feel a strange sensation of pressure. His fingers have snaked down to your clit again, and the pressure increases inside of you as he rolls and pinches the slick bud between his fingertips.

“Sh-Shanks, what are you-?” As you begin to speak, he thrusts his hips forward and a stream of warm liquid begins to leak out of your cunt, running down your inner thigh and leg. You squeak as you realize he’s pissing inside of you, and the heated knot in your tummy begins to tighten once more. You feel degraded, embarrassed, dirty, and more turned on than you recall ever being as you surrender your autonomy to his pleasure.

He continues to piss inside you, the warm liquid filling your insides and sloshing out as he begins to fuck you, your slick mixing in and gushing out of your pussy with every thrust. The pressure of it feels similar to when he cums inside of you, but so much warmer and more intense.

“Mmmm, dirty little girl, so fucking good for me,” he pants while he empties the rest of his bladder, the last bit of liquid trickling out as he bottoms out and quickly removes himself from your gaping pussy, spreading you apart so both he and Benn can see.

Your breath comes out hard and fast as you feel the little droplets of piss leak down your thighs, clinging desperately to the side of the tub, your knees shaking.

Shanks trails his hand up your back, then tilts your face toward him with his index finger under your jaw, “Was that okay?”

You nod, glassy eyed and filled with devotion, making him smile, “Y-yes, more than okay.”

“Such a good girl, you deserve a reward,” he whispers, sweetly pecking you on the forehead, casting a look over at Benn, then back to you, “I see how you’ve been looking at Benny all week, Y/N, and he’s noticed it too… how about you let him make you cum.”

Every part of you is buzzing, your breath catching in your throat at the offer. There’s absolutely no denying that you haven’t thought about and wanted that, and there’s no way in hell you are going to decline.

“Fuck yes, please…”

Shanks kisses you between the shoulder blades and smoothes your hair back and out of your face, “You heard the lady, Benn, make her feel good.”

Benn finally removes himself from his place near the door, beginning to unbuckle his belt as he walks toward you, “Don’t mind if I do…been thinking about you all week, sweet thing.”

You keep your gaze forward, suddenly feeling just little bit shy, before arching your back further to show off your ass and swollen pussy to him. He chuckles, gently gripping your hips and giving them a squeeze before leaning over you to capture your lips in a surprisingly tender and searing kiss. He inhales, taking your breath with him as he pulls apart from you. One of his hands lifts your thigh to grant him better access to your fluttering cunt, the other squeezing your clit in between his fingers, making you whimper his name.

“Benn…”

“My name sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth,” he says softly, as you feel his cock begin to inch itself inside of you, the thick girth splitting you open in the best way possible, slick dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls, “Say it again.”

“Benn, Bennnnn, that feels so good…” You moan, the head of his cock bumping against your cervix, when you suddenly feel the familiar pressure build inside of you once more, making you blush and try to hide your face.

“It’s like you’re fucking made for this, aren’t you?” He says as he relieves himself inside of you, piss flowing down the insides of your thighs, his fingers fluttering fast and slick over your throbbing clit, “You love being used like this don’t you, just a hole to fuck and piss in.”

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head, torturous heat licking up your insides, “Yesyesyes.”

“Would you let us keep you?”

“Yes, fuck yes!”

At that, he spins you around and lifts you up by your ass. You squeak as you scramble to cling to his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist as he impales you on his cock. He gets you against the wall once more and hooks his arms under your knees, keeping you completely open as he pounds himself up into you. He’s even bigger than Shanks, who is now leaning against the tub, eyes half-lidded as he strokes his cock while watching you.

Benn is relentless, holding eye contact with you as he places kisses to your cheeks, mouth and neck.

Liquid puddles beneath you, your slick and his piss obscenely squirting out of your sloppy cunt with each stroke. The sounds of wet skin colliding together fills the room while your pussy clenches around him, the angle making his dick brush the underside of your clit hard and fast. You’re rocketing towards your orgasm, tears pricking your eyes, your body and mind screaming for release.

“Please, Benn I’m going to cum, please don’t stop!” You beg, feeling his hips begin to stutter.

He clenches his jaw tight and keeps his speed and force, watching enraptured as his cock disappears in and out of you over and over again.

Your neck arches back as your muscles tense, blood singing in your veins. You lock eyes with Shanks as he beats himself off, and the look on his face is what finally does you in. You cum on Benn’s cock, heat flooding your brain, icy-hot as it spreads all the way down to the tips of your fingers and toes.

You scream, eyes squeezed shut, face buried in Benn’s neck as he fucks you through it before cumming inside you with moan, the noise ghosting over your ear, sending shivers of ecstasy down your spine.

Then the world fades away and goes dark for moment.

All you can hear is your heartbeat thrumming in your ears as you feel yourself being lowered into warm water. You open your eyes, a bit dazed as you try to get your bearings. You’re still in the bathroom, but now in the tub with the two large pirates gazing over you.

“Hey, you blacked out, sweet heart,” Shanks says with a soft smile, the back of his hand brushing over your cheek, “Are you feeling alright now?”

Benn is bent over, arms crossed leaning on the lip of the tub, a sweet but slightly concerned expression on his face, “Does anywhere hurt? Do you need us to get you anything?”

A sudden wave of emotion floods through you, a pang of shame and embarrassment that brings tears to your eyes. You wrap your arms around yourself, all at once feeling ugly and dirty.

“Do you… do you still like me?” You choke out, tears falling down your cheeks, sliding in to mix with the bathwater.

You can see anxiety and worry flash in both of their eyes, and immediately both of them are reaching for you, caressing your hair and shoulders and face, gentle kisses being pressed to your hands and forehead.

“Of course we still like you,” Shanks reassures you, cradling your head to his chest as you sniffle out a few more tears, “We just did something intense is all, your mood has dropped from all the dopamine you’ve used up. I should’ve given you more breaks the last few days, that was selfish of me, I’m sorry.”

He strokes your hair, kissing the top of your head while he gently rocks you, “We like you, we like you so, so much.”

“I meant what I said when I asked if we could keep you,” Benn murmurs, his fingers threaded through yours, his thumb rubbing little circles on the top of your wrist, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“You still want me?” You ask, pulling away from Shanks to wipe your face, your eyes gleaming with hope.

They smile down at you, and both nod.

You feel an ache in your heart, after only a week, and the kinkiest sex you’ve ever had, these two were treating you better and with more respect than any partner you’ve previously had before.

“We’re leaving town in one more week,” Shanks says, stripping off the rest of his clothes and lowering himself into the bath behind you, so that you can lean back on his chest between his legs, “How about we all discuss if you’d like to come along with us?”

You smile, slightly biting your lip, pondering for a moment. You had always wanted to travel the world, and you were sick of wasting your life working in that bar. You kiss the inside of Benn’s wrist and squeeze Shanks’ thigh.

“I think I very much would like to consider that.”

Main Masterlist

[merlucide]

SEA’S SECRET ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Notes: um.. I did it :3 KIRA WORLD BUILDS! NOT CLICKBAIT!

pairings: merman!chigiri x mayor’s daughter!reader

wc: 1.9k

warnings: reader is fem, thalassophobia(?), the best thing I’ve ever written

chpt: 1 2

(pls imangine pirates and the Caribbean vibes!!) inspo hehe

You often find yourself walking up and down the seashore. It’s a place of solace for you, the sound of the waves and the salty breeze never ceased to bring a wave of ease over you. The seashore was a stretch of golden sand that curved gently around the bay, bordered by rocky cliffs. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves singing a calming tune. Small crabs scuttled across the sand, and seabirds called out to each other as they wheeled in the sky above. You like to look around for shells and pearls. When you find one, you take them to the sailors for them to tell you what they are.

The sailors would tell you mystical tales of the sea. You loved their stories—you knew they weren’t real, but you liked to pretend they were.

They’d tell you about the legends of the sea, stories about ghost ships, the kraken, sirens, and mermaids. The tales always made you eager to explore the vast ocean. You knew that wasn’t realistic, after all, you were the mayor's daughter. Your life was prim and proper, with not an ounce of adventure. You had many marriage proposals, but you turned them all down. Your father warned you that if you didn’t decide on a suitor, he would have no choice but to arrange a marriage for you.

It angered you to no end. Your life had barely begun, and everything had been decided for you. Your father’s warning had been the final straw, pushing you to the brink of rebellion.

That’s when you ran off to the shore, your heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desperation. You had snuck out of your estate at night, very careful not to draw any attention to yourself. The town was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of merchants and sailors replaced by the soft lapping of waves and the occasional call of a bird. Lanterns flickered in the windows of the small buildings, casting a warm, glow on the cobblestone streets.

You headed towards the docks, looking around for a small rowboat you’d seen the fishermen take. You found it sandwiched between two sailboats, their tall masts swaying gently in the night breeze. You grabbed the oars and looked around to make sure no one was watching you.

You stepped into the boat, slowly lowering yourself down until you were stable. You pulled the oars, gliding into the water. You continued until you were far away from the dock. The moon reflected off the water, giving it an enchanting feel. The water was rather still, with only gentle ripples disturbing the glassy surface.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you were alone with your thoughts, away from the suffocating expectations. The sea was your sanctuary, a place where you could be free, even if just for a night.

It wasn’t fair. You had dreams, desires that went beyond the confines of your father’s mansion and the expectations of society.

You sighed peered over the side of your little boat, looking at the stars through the water. The surface was calm, reflecting the moonlight like a mirror. As you gazed into the depths, you thought you saw a glimmer, a flash of something that wasn’t quite right.

Then, you saw them—two luminous eyes staring back at you from the deep. They were unlike anything you had ever seen, glowing with an otherworldly light that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your heart raced as your mind scrambled looking for an answer, perhaps you were seeing things? But the eyes were unmistakable, fixed on you with an intense, almost curious gaze. You opened your mouth to scream, but no sound came out at first. Then, a second later, you found your voice and let out a piercing cry, jerking back so violently that you lost your balance.

You screamed and jumped back, losing your stability and tipping over, falling into the dark deep ocean. You kicked your legs, remaining afloat as you attempted to set your boat back up. The panic surged within you, fear of what was lurking below making your heart race. You continued to try to flip your boat, but with no success. Your breathing was heavy as you desperately pleaded for the boat to flip.

You felt ripples hitting your leg and frantically looked around for whatever caused them. Suddenly, your boat flipped over with a big splash. You desperately tried to pull yourself up, which was rather hard since you were in the water. Hands grabbed onto your calves, pushing them up. You screamed, grabbing onto the boat and finally pulling yourself inside. You hunched down and clutched the sides, trying to calm your racing heart.

Once you had caught your breath, you desperately looked around for the mysterious eyes you saw. “Who’s there?!” you yelled. “Hello?!”

You held on tightly to your oar, the other one most likely sinking below. Your eyes were heavy with tears when a trickle came from the end of your boat.

You snapped your head over to the sound. The eyes you were met with previously stared back at you. You couldn’t make out much of its appearance due to the night, but its eyes were reflective, standing out in the dark.

“W-What are you?” you stammered, your gaze wide.

“…I… I am…” its voice hesitant “..a merman.”

Your eyes were as wide as they could possibly be. You couldn’t believe what you had heard. It wasn’t possible. There’s no way. But, considering the position you were in, you had no other choice but to believe him.

“…A mermaid?” you asked yourself.

“…..I’m sorry for scaring you… I didn���t think… you would be able to see me,” the merman apologized, his gaze lowering.

You repeated the word “mermaid” a few times until he swam closer to you. You clenched your oar, ready for whatever might happen.

“..I will get you to the shore, alright?” His hands perched on the side of the boat, and you could almost see him now. He had raspberry-colored hair across his face, styled into a half braid. His eyes were a magenta color with cat-like pupils. He had shimmering scales littered on his cheeks and larger fins on the sides of his head. He was… enchanting.

You nodded your head with a soft “alright.” He returned the nod and swam to the back of the boat. Hands on the ledge, he pushed the boat through the water.

You sat hunched in the small boat, drenched and trembling, your breath coming in shaky inhales. The cool night air bit at your skin, but you hardly noticed, consumed by the shock of the encounter. Your heart pounded in your chest, the rhythm erratic and wild.

You clung to the sides of your little boat, the wood rough under your fingers, trying to ground yourself in the midst of this surreal experience.

It was silent aside from the sound of water. You headed towards the town, but not toward the docks, instead toward the shore by the cliffs.

You finally arrived at the beach. The water was up to your bust. He stopped pushing the boat.

“This is as far as I can go,” the merman told you.

“I- thank you,” you said and looked at the shore.

“..I will be off now,” he told you, backing away.

“W-Wait!” you impulsively yelled out.

He stopped and turned toward you, caught off guard.

“I- ah… will I, see you again?” you asked. You had just met a merman. They were supposed to be just some sailor’s tale, and here you just met one. You needed to see him again, to know if he really was real.

The merman’s mouth opened slightly, then closed.

“Perhaps… if fate allows it,” he replied quietly.

“I- Tomorrow, here at sunset?” you hesitantly asked.

He pressed his lips together before nodding. He ducked back below the sea. You watched the ripples spread across the water.

You hopped out of the boat into the water, walking to the shore. You dragged the boat onto the sand and collapsed to your knees.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

As you laid there, the events of the night replayed in your mind. You had come out here to escape the confines of your life, to find a moment of freedom away from your father’s demands.

And then, you had encountered a being of legend— a mermaid. The very idea seemed impossible, and yet it had happened. His eyes, so alien yet mesmerizing, haunted your thoughts.

Who was he? You didn’t even know his name. The realization struck you with a sudden urgency. The merman had saved you, had spoken to you, and yet you knew so little about him. What was his world like beneath the waves? The sailors’ tales had always painted mermaids and mermen as dangerous and unpredictable, yet he had been gentle, almost hesitant.

You lifted your head, staring out at the dark expanse of the ocean. The water was the same as you boarded your boat, as if the encounter had never happened. But you knew it had. You had seen and felt things that couldn’t be explained, things that made your heart race with excitement rather than fear.

Slowly, you rose to your feet, your legs shaky. You looked back at the boat, then turned towards the town. Each step was heavy, your wet nightdress clinging to your skin and the weight of the night’s events pressing down on you. As you walked, the familiar streets seemed strange, as if you were seeing them through new eyes.

The town was quiet, the occasional flicker of lantern light casting long shadows on the cobblestones. You passed the houses of neighbors and friends, their windows dark and their occupants asleep. Everything seemed so ordinary, so mundane.

Would he really be there tomorrow at sunset? The thought filled you with a mix of hope and uncertainty. You wanted to see him again, to prove to yourself that it hadn’t all been a dream. You wanted to know more about him—his name, his world, and the mysteries that lay beneath the waves.

By the time you reached the gate of your estate, your thoughts were a tangled mess. You slipped inside quietly, careful not to wake anyone. The grand house loomed before you, a reminder of the life you were expected to lead. But now, with the promise of the sea and the mysterious merman.

You climbed the stairs to your room, tomorrow, at sunset, you would return to the shore. You had to know if the merman was real, if the world held more than the life laid out before you. As you crawled into bed, your wet dress clinging uncomfortably to your skin, you clung to that thought. The ocean had given you a glimpse of something extraordinary, and you were determined to see where it would lead.

You needed to understand the world that had been hidden from you for so long. The longing for adventure, for knowledge.

Sunset couldn’t come soon enough.

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made June 20th 2024

[nightmare-foundation]

Honestly it lowkey annoys me whenever people say that Michael has 'very little personality' outside of hunting down his father.

N like- on the surface, that seems true, but like. If you look deeper, that's... not really true?? Because there's a LOT that actually speaks to his character, but you have to be willing to catch onto the connections his character has

Like, for example, Michael has a very straightforward way of speaking. He's dry and sarcastic ("They thought I was you... [laugh]"), has a foreshortened sense of the future (the drawing of a gravestone in the security logbook), not to mention the dialogue of foxybro in fnaf 4. He doesn't beat around the bush, but he's bitter and dry and sarcastic. Even as an old man, his anger and cynicism towards Freddy's shows in his drawings, but he has a sense of humor (the exotic butters and casual bongos referenced in the logbook, not to mention the silly drawings), plus he's sentimental (as said before, exotic butters and casual bongos). Not to mention he's stubborn as shit, given he keeps coming back to Freddy's, even after 30 whole years.

A lot of people also really like to write Michael off as being stupid, for... some reason. The games really say otherwise; the fact that he tampers with the animatronics regularly, figured out what his father did and what happened to Elizabeth in less than a week, freed the dead kids, helped make FFPS and ran a business, likely Also made the fnaf 3 location too, knew what was gonna happen to him in SL (pretty clear given the fact you can ignore Baby's directions on the last night), can manage several animatronics at once throughout an entire night...

Michael is very clearly Really Fucking Smart. Smart enough that I'm willing to bet that was one of the reasons why William sent him to the SL bunker. Michael is FAR from an idiot, and the FNAF movie even proves this further! He's SCARILY smart!

There's a lot more too; him using a red foxy mask speaks a lot to his character too. Red is often used to denote everything from passion to anger (yknow, 'seeing red' being a term for when you're blind with rage), and he wears it the entire time he bullies CC. It's not just a literal mask, it's figurative too; Michael puts up a mask of anger, he pretends to be this scary bully. The cruelty isn't real, Michael is just the scapegoat and he's acting out (very very common).

Also, Michael is 100% who you play as in fnaf 4 based on the movement, and who rubs away in Midnight Motorist. CC is the type of kid to freeze up, curl up into a ball and cry when he's scared, as seen several times in fnaf 4. It wouldn't make sense for him to suddenly turn around and start running around, or fighting back. It's very Michael to run around, constantly looking around, or to break out and run away.

Another note on Michael's character is that he's associated with Foxy. The Funtimes are clearly modeled after the Aftons (Ballora and Baby are, why wouldn't the rest match CC (Freddy) and Michael (Foxy)?), and using that we can gleam some parts of Michael from FT Foxy (since William clearly was trying to mock and make fun of him with the angsty teen voice). FT Foxy is a performer; he's dramatic, he's vicious, attacking even when he 'shouldn't', and wants his stage solely to himself.

This fits Michael; Michael put on an act of viciousness and cruelty, always attacking when you least expected it. So it makes sense that Michael, too, is a performer, and FFPS hammers this in using the business bear. Again, the mask represents Michael acting, pretending, and it wouldn't be the first time an Afton would pretend (William, Elizabeth, and to an extent, CC). The rest of the Aftons are also theatrical and dramatic, so again, this tracks. He's also represented as one of those hand puppets in the ffps alleyway poster, something used to ACT.

And again, with Foxy, we can gleam that Michael likely is also a sort of 'leader' figure, since Foxy has been depicted as not just a pirate captain, but also as a Ringleader. This also tracks, not just bc the Aftons have a circus theme, but Michael is the eldest of his siblings, and thus the de facto 'leader'. He's the first to act, to put things into motion when everything 'ends'. Foxy is also, well, a fox, which are depicted as cunning and intelligent, which only lends credence to Michael being intelligent.

It's also implied that Michael... doesn't really care about people who Aren't his family?? Whether that's by blood or not, he doesn't care abt others who isn't his family. This is implied by the fact that he only cared about freeing Elizabeth, showing absolutely No care about the Funtimes despite them clearly being sentient. Not to mention the lawsuits he regularly gets in FFPS, or the state Fazbears Frights is in in fnaf 3. And, judging by Henry's final speech, he and Michael just. Don't seem to talk At All. At the very least they definitely don't communicate since Henry assumed Michael wanted to die (which is left Very Ambiguous).

Honestly this doesn't even BEGIN to get into everything that the Glitchtrap Michael theory says about his character that also hammer in all of these traits Even Further.

And like. Michael is SOOO much like William when you put all of this into perspective. Like, they are SIMILAR similar, but differ in ways that are important. Michael is a performer, an actor, he doesn't care about anyone outside of his family, he's stubborn as fuck, he's smart as hell, he's sarcastic and dry, etc.

He has SO. MUCH. CHARACTER. You just have to dig a little- this is ALL gleamed from the games and Security Logbook. There's more if you believe he's Glitchtrap- which he very likely is.

Just... it's nuts. He's such an intriguing character, he's not perfect and he's morally gray, yet people love to dumb him down to "hehe sad uwu arsonist zombie boy who's also Stupid"

Please just let Michael be a problematic old man (he was born in the 60s ffs, he's almost in his 60s by the time ffps rolls around).

[writingoddess1125]

My Heart Breaks Pt. 2

Warning: Angst then Fluff

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Part 1

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You stared up at the blue sky with a tired sigh, finally you were free.. Over two fucking decades it had taken to escape and you did it God damn it!

For the last 20 years you had been imprisoned in the Impel Down- It had been awful yo say the least.. constantly you were trying to protect yourself and saw that the man who had sent you here had been extra cruel in doing so- well not you but the women who you took her place..

You still felt guilt in knowing she had died in your place.. but you couldnt help but be greatful she had wanted to die due to her cause in an accidental death. You hoped in her afterlife she was happy..

However death was definitely kinder then the prison- with monsters at every turn and trying to keep sex deprived prisoners from trying to have their way with you it had been a battle. You had scratched, fought and squeezed your way out of that hellhole.

After a changing of guards you had managed to slip out- unlike most of the prisoners in the Impel Down you had the enate abilies to swim so you did. Stealing a dingy that a negligent marine most likely left behind you made it out. Paddling like your life depended on it sway from that place, however you were in no position to cry in relief yet.

It was another 2 days of paddling before you manages to get to an island. Starving and dehydrated you snuck to the back end of the tiny island so no one saw your prison uniform. Stealing some berries and a pair of clothes from a small cottage you made it through the village, it was clear this place was poor- you blended in with the people who were just as hungry as you and with less berries then you had nabbed.

You went into a pub getting what you could afford, which was bread and cheese and a ale. You took these and stood outside to eat your meal which tasted no better then ash in your mouth.

Looking around you saw two better dressed men walk out of the pub, batting a poor boy on the back and laughing. Congratulating him for joining their merchant ship- catching your ear you finished your meal and drink quickly, following the men. Seeing a large ship with a line of young men wanting to join the ship for a better life and opportunity, so you join them.

Once you reached to the top of the ship, a old man held out a cane to your chest to keep you from moving forward.

"What do you want lady?-" The old Captian sneered at you, Glaring down at your dirty form.

"You're looking for sailors correct?" You say sharply, Taking a steady breath to still your nerves.

"What can a thing like you do on a ship? Do you even have sailing experience?" The Captian laughed in your face. You clenched your fist and glared hard at the asshole.

"Yes I have sailed since I was young- I can.. do cleaning and maintance" You lied a bit- not talking about your skills as a thief since this is just a merchant and not pirates like you were used to. The Captian stared at you for a moment before sighing with a shrug.

"Fine- Welcome to the May's Fairy Lady" He grumbled as he gestured for you to get on board. Sighing in relief as you had a way to sea and a income.

However that was better said then in reality-

To say the merchant ship was terrible as well had been an understatement- It was like the Impel Down all over again.. a group of touch starved and angry men who saw you as an easy target. Thankfully due to your skills you were able to evade any advances, during the day you would stay in the Lower Deck to avoid the men, cleaning and eating the stale bread and water you snagged not trusting the cook since he liked to Leer at you far too long.

At night you would travel to the Main Deck and clean up there and sleep till dawn or if the ship rocked a bit too hard. This had been your like for 3 months till one evening.

While mopping the floor of the deck you looked up at the dark sky, remembering the night with Buggy before that big heist. Grabbing him and kissing his suddently as a way to express your interest in him... your heart hurt at remembering his face when you saw him last at the bars of the window, Placing your bandana and kissing a kiss on the back of his hand.

Snapping you from your melancholy thoughs was a loud bang, seeing what looked like a firework shoot up right above you. Several crew mates from below deck also came up at hearing the noise, you watched the firework come directly on top of the ship before exploding in a cloud of red- It was beautiful. Your favorite shade of red too. The crew began to panic at seeing this as the cloud settled on the ship, you felt woozy and uneasy on your feet before you fell to the damp ground before darkness took you a large shadowy form of a ship came closer and you swore you heard circus music.

Groaning you felt yourself sitting up, a harsh digging from metal against your ankles and wrist. Jerking awake you saw you were seated in wooden benches in a dark room, Hearing the groaning and panic of others around you. You pulled at the chains slightly but winced at how tight they were.

Suddently bright lights turned on, You saw your crew chained up and seated next to you staring at a lowered stage. Your breath picking up as circus music started up, watching as different acts come up- it was almost exactly like how you remembered the show you went to in your childhood? Like someone recreating it from memory? People pulled out sighs to applaud which you saw the merchant nervously do.

"No No NO! It's wrong! That is not how a crowd should clap!" You heard a sharp voice say, walking onto the stage- He looked like a pirate Captian and not apart of the circus. You did see clown paint on his face and a red clown nose- which made your eyes narrow at the sight.

Your eyes focused on the grown man- Watching as he commanded the crowd with a twisted smile and yelled at the circus people. He sighed dramtically and looked in the direction of the crowd- chastising them for their lack of enthusiasm and not laughing with the cues. However the wind felt like it was knocked from your lungs.. You knew those eyes.. that blue hair expertly tucked away and real rounded red nose.

"Bugs?" You called out loud by accident- You saw his whole body freezes mid step. A twitch seemed to have shot through his system as your merchant crew mates all looked back at you with a mixture of pity and fear. You swallow a nervous lump as he did a slow turn in your direction, your face still clouded in shadows by the lack of lights in the audience section. Doing a silent hand movement his crewmates assended on you, yanking you from your restraints roughly and pulling you to the stage with little grace and tossing you at Buggy's feet. Rubbing your swore wrist you looked up at your childhood friend through your mess of hair.

"What the Hell Bugs? Shackles!? When the fuck do you use Mph!-" You were cut off as he grabbed your face hard tp pull you to your feet, his eyes wide and overly dilated like he was seeing a ghost. You actually felt afraid? His eyes seemed different and there was a unknown emotion behind them, you tried to wiggle free but he held you firmly taking his free hand and pushing the hair from your face fully at seeing your face you see it looks like all the air has been sucked from his lungs and he releases you quickly, you stumble back barely able to catch yourself as he stares at you with wide eyes.

"You're alive?..." He said in utter shock. You nod and cough a bit as you rub your sore jaw from his grasp. You open your mouth to speak but he holds a hand to you to silence you. His eyes looking more like what you remembered, that swirl of never ending emotions.

"Cabaji- Take her to be washed, fed and dressed. Leave her in my quarters" He commanded, the green man nodded heavily and grabbed you far gentler now to lead you off stage.

Just as instructed a group of people washed you up in a massive copper bath with nice hot water, dressed you in simple trousers and a tunic and quickly dropped you off with a plate on the end table of the large bedroom.

Seated in a massive bed you look down at the hot plate set before you, your manners thrown out the window as you tucked in. Having been far too long since you had a hot filling meal-

Without thinking you rapidly start eating it, it tasted like heaven enough for tears to well in your eyes as you ate. Before long the plate was gone- and you felt nauseous, yout mistake of eating too quickly and food you hadn't experienced in 20 years. You scrambled up to the nearest trashcan and began to vomit- so hard you didn't hear the door open. Only when a gentle hand touched your back which made you flitch and turn around to see Buggy, his eyes wide at your reaction before your body lurches and you vomited again. Buggy held your hair back this time as you vomited into the poor trashcan.

"Sorry... it's been a while since I got a hot meal" You admitted, spitting the taste of bile away from your lips as you sat back.

"It really is you" Buggy said in disbelief still, Getting down on his knees next to you as he looked over you. How you looked so unhealthy and weak- even after being cleaned he could see that abuse had done its work on you.

"Dear Gods... What happened to you?..." Buggy voice finally cracked, his hand reaching out and cupping your cheek his thumb running over the heavy bags under your eyes and the new scars that had set on your face.

"...I survived" You say softly, Leaning into his warm touch feeling tears begin to fall. In seconds Buggy held you tightly in his arms, your face pressed against his chest as ragged sobs left you, maybe it was finally being free from both jail and the hardships on that awful merchant ship but feeling Buggy's arms around you holding you close just finally released that emotional valve and you cried.. Harder then you had in your entire life into his chest.

You felt his hands smooth over your messy hair and rock you side to side as you sobbed against him. You tried to speak but sobbing nonsense was all that left you and was mumbled through Buggy's shirt.

After almost an hour of crying against Buggy you had worn yourself out, sniffling against him as he gently pulled back to look at your reddened face. His own makeup having dripped away from his red eyes- clearly he had been crying too while holding you.

He wiped your face with his gloved hand and laid kisses on your forehead to comfort you.

"You never have to just survive again... I-Im sorry (Y/N) I couldn't save you" His voice cracked at that, you shook your head.

"I-It would have been impossible. You two would have been killed..." You say with a sniffling tone, trying to control your tone and keep from crying again. Buggy asked what had happened, as you told him the story of your escape, prison time, the pain you had suffered and how you'd escaped to be hired by those merchants. He listened dead silent the whole time his hands rubbing circles in your arms to comfort you. However you saw the rage in his eyes at the pain you'd gone through.

Once done explaining yourself he nodded at this, like he was trying to find the words to explain but couldn't. Instead just giving a bitter chuckle at this, shaking his head in anger. He reached up and took off his hat with a angry sigh and tossed it aside. Your eyes catching the bandana underneath and reaching a hand out to touch the fabric.

"You kept that?.. after all these years?" You whispered confused, the anger on his face leaving as he heard this and left your touch. Reaching up and gently pulling off the old bandana for you to see.

"Of course- you gave it to me... W-When you... left. I was destroyed" He admitted, you stared at him with tears starting to fall from you again.

"I couldn't look at myself in the mirror without seeing the face that had let you down.. so I changed- I smiled for you, wore your favorite red and became Buggy the Clown"

He said with a chuckle and gestured to himself. You bit your lip to keep from crying more, he wiped your tears away with a shaky breath.

"You did that for me? Why?" You whispered, he stared at you silently before having a nervous smile.

"I love you"

His words made your heart skip- like that spark of life from when you were 15 had hit you again. Your eyes met his, he also seemed taken aback by his admittance.

"You love me?" You questioned, seeing him nervously mess with his gloves. He always did have little nervous tics like this whenever he was in a odd position, however peeling off one of his gloves to dig his nail into his palm he nodded. You reached forward and took his hand into your own to keep him from harming his hand further.

"Well I'd hope so after giving you my first kiss on that little boat"

You both giggled at this. You rubbing your thumb on his naked palm, seeing the deep scars that covered his hands- like he had dug his nails into them so many times that his palms was covered in smiley faces.

"Of course, didn't hurt it was my first kiss too" He chuckled but you winked at him.

"Don't lie, I remember the story of you and Shanks running on deck and your guys mouth smashing together. That counted" Buggy shiffered in disgust at the memory and wrinkled his face which made you laugh.

"That doesn't count!" He protest which earned more laughter from you, he smiled widely at this.

"Sooo if both of us are still interested, Would you like to continue what should have been?" You asked, giving him a blushing smile which he returned. A big Goofy grin on his face-

"Well, let's get you healthier first. What about a dinner date?" He suggested, almost giddy and you could see that same boy you once knew under that makeup again.

"Sounds perfect"

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