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Fairy Tail - RE:Script

Episode One: Hargeon

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Chapter 5

“Looks like we might need a new Salamander,” a hulk of a man chuckled, a rough, gravel sound that did not fit well with the clean medical space surrounding them. “All reports say he doesn’t have a scar on his face.”

“Shut up.” Bora winced, the needle bringing out fresh blood from the wounds as the hulk stitched his nose back together. “How bad is it?”

The chortles ended in a coughing fit and instead of pulling on the thread, he pressed another pad of disinfectant ooze into the still open teeth holes as his body shook. “If the others hadn’t come, you’d be Bora the Prominently Nose-Less.”

“Fuck that wench,” he grumbled, grinding his teeth together. The curved needle started to dig into his flesh again to pull the holes closed. Blood rolled down his face and dripped continuously onto his once spotless white shirt. He cursed himself for not splurging on the spell to keep it pristine the merchant had tried to up sell. It would have saved needing to purchase a new outfit since he knew nothing would get all of the blood out.

The first thing he did when he got the first chunk of ransom money for her would be to fix his face and buy a new white shirt with the spell. “What of our other guests?”

A smile deformed the giant’s face and lifted his cheeks so high, they pushed into his eyes and made the whites disappear. “All are asleep and being processed.”

“Good.” He winced at a particularly harsh tug on the stitches. “This crop looked pretty decent. Should be able to pay back some debits and fill our pockets until the next harvest.”

“And the one who nearly had your nose for dinner?” Laughter filled the room once more, much like the man it came from.

“Laugh it up,” he growled, “but that wench will bring us a lot of jewel. I am already planning what to send her dear daddy to prove we have her and how to get the first round of random payments from him. We’ll be rolling in the jewels, and we won’t even have to deliver her—Dammit!” He hissed in pain as a wad of bandages pressed against the stitched area on his nose and then wrapped around his face and head to hold it down.

“Done,” the hulk grunted and stretched as he stood up from his crouched position. “Don’t be gettin’ into any fist fights, you hear? One swing against your nose, and it might fall off.”

Bora gave him a bewildered look, uncertain if he spoke true or not. Not that it mattered, they had at least a week’s worth of sailing to get to Bosco, and from there, he would only be working to wring out as much from the crop as he could.

“It is a good thing the bait didn’t work, then.”

Standing from the medical bed, he caught a glimpse of himself in the large mirror on the wall and scowled. Dried blood flaked from stained skin on his face and neck. All of his clothes were stained by the blood he lost. From under the very white bandage that contrasted his tan, the skin had puffed up and turned red from the abuse. The beauty he used along with his ring of charm had been ruined by that blonde bitch.

Clenching his fists together, he muttered a quick thanks to the medic and left.

Stepping out onto the hallway, his ears were assaulted by music that blared over the speakers to drown out any screams of terror if the cargo woke up. Party lights made the whole ship glow in a yellow pigment that changed hues with different bulbs of color.

Coming to a railing, he looked down at his men as they moved back and forth over the deck carrying unconscious women from the party area to the cages below. Before they went into the hatch, another crew member checked to make sure each woman had a stamp somewhere on their person. The symbol of a stylized X, Bora’s own symbol he sported on his forehead, with a registered trade number. It marked them as property and made them easier to find if they tried to run away.

When the auction houses and slave markets bought them, a new stamp would adorn their flesh. After that, they would no longer be his and he cared little for their wellbeing after the goods and jewel had been swapped.

The thought brought a smile to his lips, but winced as it tugged at his stitches and pain pulsed from the bite wound. It brought the sour taste of acid to his throat and anger in his gut.

Gripping the railing, he focused on the thrill of commandeering the ship when they stopped in Alveraz several months earlier. The decks had been scrubbed clean of the blood that had come from the unfortunate crew, and much like that night, he watched the disappearing lights of Hargeon.

Many of the lights were apartments and homes. How many of them had people staying up to wait for their loved ones to come home after a once-in-a-lifetime party with the Salamander of Fairy Tail? How many would fall asleep not knowing their loved ones would never come home again?

Yes, taking on the name Salamander had been a huge payoff. Each settlement they went to, people flocked to see him, all wanting to glimpse the famed wizard. Thankfully, they had not run into any members of the Fairy Tail guild while working to gather a healthy number of stock.

Unfortunately, they had never run into the real Salamander. At least one of the targets on their list had been captured.

One might think he would feel bad for doing such despicable acts against fellow human beings, but where one had a conscience, he had pockets lined with jewel. Nothing could beat the overwhelming rush one felt knowing the power they held over other people’s lives!

Against the pain and pull, he let out a gruff laugh, amused by how easy it was to gather up the weak with such simple tricks. If those who had laughed at him while growing up and from his old guild could see him now, they would grovel at the power he held!

“If only you all could see me now!” Laughter kept bubbling up, the pride of his accomplishments mixed with the pain. “All of you would bow before me and look ridiculous—!”

Shudders rocked the ship and an explosion nearly sent him over the railing he held onto. Tightening his grip, he felt the ship heave heavily to one side and feared it would capsize, but the stabilizer kicked in and rocked back and forth. Another explosion hit from the back.

The horizon spun around and the ship careened sideways in the water. Clunks and metal whined as it bent in ways the ship had not been built to handle. Sirens began to wail over the speakers, replacing the music that had been blaring.

“Fuck!” Looking out at the horizon again, he was surprised to no longer see the harbor they had been sailing from. Only the wide, open ocean spread out before him. Confused, he rushed to the side and looked along the edges of the ship for damage and to pinpoint their position.

Waves spread out from the sides of the ship even with the rocking minimizing. Smoke bellowed up from the stern, concealing the poop deck and the waters by the propellers. The view that he had seen just seconds before completely clouded.

Looking to the bow of the ship, he paled. While it was obvious to him that they were not moving, once they started forward again, they would be heading back to the port they had departed from. Turning around would be time-consuming, and there was no word yet to say if the ship would still be seaworthy.

A shooting star caught his attention—no, his eyes widened in realization, not a shooting star. A flaming figure flew through the air at such a speed he barely had any time to react when it smashed into the upper decks. A blue and white figure racing after it.

Over the sirens, another sound attacked his senses and carried over the waters to those who began to gather on the docks. Lights that had gone out for the night began to flick on again. All knew the sound of a ship's bell, and its clear sound reverberated through his bones as realization hit him.

For the first time in all his years selling slaves, they were under attack.

Another smirk pulled at his stitches. “The trap has been sprung.”

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“This…” Natsu clenched his stomach. Everything around them tilted with the groaning metal. Each critical attack he sent into parts of the ship still carried waves to port. A rolling, heated wave of discomfort made its wave from his internal guts pasted his buttocks and down his legs concurrently. An uncomfortable pressure, at the same time, pressed all around his spine and made his internal axis spin.

Salvia pooled in his mouth, threatening to drown him if he did not swallow or let it rain down. A good lean to one side bought one hand over his mouth and pinching his nose. No, bringing up all that food Lucy had bought for them would be a huge waste! It had all tasted so good, too.

After a solid minute of fighting the unprecedented need his body demanded, he swallowed everything back and gulped down fresh air. “This might have been…a bad idea.”

“But we gotta find Lucy!” Happy circled around to land and released his magic. “And you said the scent ended at the pier, so she must be on the ship.”

“I know…gimme a bit.” Taking a deep breath through his nose, he tried to focus on the scents around the ship. A chaotic mess of salt, metal, body odor, and perfume were only some of what he caught. Still, no one could beat him when it came to tracking, he just needed to get the scent first.

A hum caught his attention and everything calmed around them. The urge to regurgitate everything from his guts receded and he managed to get to his feet. “So, where do you think they’d keep her on this death trap?”

“Beats me,” Happy shrugged, then pointed to the ceiling above Natsu, “but maybe he knows!”

Natsu looked up at the hole they created and the decks above that they had gone through. Looking down at them from a few decks up gapped a face more hair than anything else.

Stomping a foot down, Natsu scowled at the man above. “Hey you! Get your smelly ass down here and show me where you have Lucy! Don’t you dare leave—come back here!”

A loud crack of a bell told them exactly what the man had disappeared to do. The vibrations and jarring pitch made Natsu wince. “Dammit, why’d he have to go do that?”

Glancing down the hallway each way, he raised his nose into the air and began long, deep sniffs of the air. “The stench of men on this thing is gross.”

“Do you think you will be able to find her scent?”

“’Course!” he grinned. “No one can hide from this nose!”

Moving around the ship, smelling the air while standing, crawling, and bent over, there were many things he picked up on. One, most of the men on the ship never owned a bar of soap in their life—when he had been younger, baths had been the enemy, but he had learned their importance, much to his chagrin. Two, women had been brought through the halls recently. Perfume, both cheap and refined, lingered in the air.

Some went to rooms and the scent changed after, like a mingling of the perfume and the men. A stone settled in his gut when he realized exactly what they meant. Worried gnawed on him as Lucy’s scent continued to evade him, but a different smell he recognized finally seeped through.

“Happy!”

“Aye!” The cat flew up with sprouted wings and grabbed onto the back of his pack. They flew through the hallways at Natsu’s directions, flying at a speed that left no room for errors. Yelling and stomping echoed through the corridors around them. The sounds echoed and bounced off the walls in a confusing haze of noise, but no crewmembers had come across them yet. In the maze of corridors, the search between the two factions went on, and only the path of that scent kept them from getting lost.

“There!” He pointed at a door at the end of the corridor. The scent coming from it reeked of the fake Salamander. If the smell had a visual color, the metal would have glowed. Happy set him down in front of it and settled on his shoulder.

Natsu braced himself for the twisting in his gut and his equilibrium to spin. Glancing at his hands, he frowned and shared a look with Happy. Everything felt fine. The rocking of the ship had nearly disappeared and he felt he could handle navigating without being carried around.

Grinning, flames burst over his fists. “All right! I’m all fired up!”

Neither would have been able to truthfully say if the door had been locked or not before it erupted off the hinges and bent the wall of the opposite wall. Smoke clung to their clothes and skin as they stepped through the mangled doorway and began looking around.

Somehow, it came to no surprise to either of them that the room sprawled out larger than a normal bunk on a ship would. On one side, a large, opulent bed took up most of the space with one side with a bedside table that held a lacrima lamp, empty bottles, and an assortment of random items. The other side of the bed had what looked like torn clothing. A mixture of floral perfumes came from the pile, but none of them matched Lucy’s.

On the other side, a large wardrobe stood next to a desk with a map above it and papers scattered over the surface. A chaotic organization, their teacher would have called the room. Still, a stench filled the room that even Happy could smell. Bottles of cologne covered the wall by the porthole, along with several pictures of the man they saw Lucy punch earlier. Each one had him either alone or with different people in different landmarks. Always with the same, obnoxious smile, dressed in fancy clothes, and with an air of arrogance that boiled their blood.

“This guy’s a real loser,” Happy said.

“You got that right, buddy,” he uttered, voice pitched upward with his hand covering his nose. The cologne hit him harder than he thought, and made getting a good sense of the room harder.

Still, it became obvious that no one had been in the room recently, all the scents that did not come from the bottles were stale. Happy cheerfully went around and threw all the bottles out into the hallway where they shattered until Natsu could actually get a deep breath in.

A tinge of familiar floated around.

At the end of the bed sat an ornate chest, top flat and held down with a latch and metal lock. Grinning, he let out a dark chuckle as he took the metal into his palm. Heat shown through in reds, pinks, yellows, all the way to white. The top became fluid like in nature as it pulled down and dropped onto the expensive rug below. A burning smell hinted at the damage to the fabric.

Inside the chest, several stacks of jewel filled half of it, along with folders of paperwork with official seals. On the other side, a familiar backpack sat on top of gems and trinkets with a ring of keys attached to it. The ragged fabric looked out of place compared to everything else in the room and one quick sniff told him everything he needed. “Yeah, this belongs to Lucy, all right.”

“Natsu,” Happy exclaimed, “those keys look just like Teacher’s!”

“Yeah, they do,” he frowned. “You don’t think Lucy is related to Teach, do ya?”

“Maybe, but why wouldn’t either of them mention it?”

“I dunno.” He held out the bag for Happy to take and noticed another file. “Hey! That’s Teach’s name!”

“’Lucy Heartfilia,’ so that means they have to be related!”

“Let’s put this in the bag and find her!” He let out an excited chuckle and shoved the file in the bag unceremoniously. “They will be so excited to see each other.”

Before he closed up the bag, they shared a grin and grabbed several stacks of jewel and threw them inside, too. Once Teach saw how Lucy dressed, he was certain he would be told to take her to his tailor, and this would help her get whatever she would want.

With Happy following behind with the bag, they left the room and headed down the corridors again. They tried to follow the yelling from before, but could never seem to figure out where exactly it originated from. It irritated him. The echoing bounced off the walls, growing louder and softer with each corridor they found themselves in.

“Dammit! This thing is a maze!”

“Why don’t we try going down?” Happy looked behind them. “I remember seeing a stairwell a couple turns back.”

“Great idea, Happy!”

“Maybe then we can—” An explosion sent debris flying around him. Blinking in surprise, he looked back to see the large hole Natsu had punched into the floor and the darkness below. “That works.”

“You betcha, it does!”

Kneeling down, they glanced into the vastness below. The voices they had been hearing before echoed up from the depths, but ceased as the eruption of the ceiling caused most of the crew to look up in surprise. Some of them still carried women over their shoulders, others had unloaded already and had been heading up to gather more of the haul.

All around the vast cavern below, cages lined the floor, and over half of them had women locked in them in various stages of dress and condition. Most were still asleep, unknowing of the dangers that they had stumbled upon when they came for the party.

A scent from below caught him off guard, taking his attention away from the crew that were barking out orders and scrambling to gather weapons or to drop off their women. Wet and metallic, Lucy’s scent hit like a punch. All through his body, his veins pumped and an all-consuming rage pulsed through him. Her blood had been split in the pit below.

The fake Salamander had not only used his title to capture women, but had hurt her, too. Claws dug into his palms. Standing at the edge of the hole, he jumped down without Happy’s help, and landed between several cages. Two of them were empty, the others had women who reeked of their own body odor and fecal matter—he could tell they had been there for a while.

“Happy,” he called, stepping forward as a few of the crew began to rush at him. Pointing in a direction, he glared up at the men and growled. “I need you to go that way and find Lucy.”

A fist landed hard into the gut of the first crew member. Spittle flew from the man’s mouth, weapon falling uselessly to the ground from limp fingers. Before he or any of the others could react, another fist caught the side of his head. Emblazoned with scorching heat and fire, it sizzled the skin and boiled his eyeball before he went flying into an empty cage. The impact left a crater in the side of his head that left no hesitation of his condition.

Happy looked in the direction he had been directed. “You can smell her here?” Seeing the state of the women, he gripped the bag tighter in his paws. Lucy seemed so nice, why would they put her in a place like this? “Don’t worry, if she is here, I will find her! You can count on me!” Following the direction given, he flew off through the rows of cages, and began to search each of them.

“Catch that ca—” Words erupted into hellish wails. Flames consumed the bodies of those who went to chase after Happy, their limbs flayed around, bodies dropped and rolled. Each breath they took burned their insides, yet they could not stop the screams.

The others glanced at their companions. Screams faded to silence and only the flames consuming the fat of their bodies could be heard.

Smoke funneled through Natsu’s fangs; lips pulled back in a snarl. A potent scent of fresh urine came from the crew members as red-gleamed eyes narrowed on them. “I don’t like what you are doing here,” he snarled. Flames spread over his knuckles and licked up his fists and arms. Once cool, wet air grew humid and thick. Sweat stained clothes and slid over flesh. “And I think it’s about time someone put a stop to it right now!”

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Author's Note:

Do I have excuses on why this was not published on Sept 22nd as promised?

Yes, yes, I do. Are they good ones? Maybe.

I can say, I have many stories that I have been working on since September as I worked on Whumptober, NaNoWriMo, and then participated in not one, not two, BUT THREE secret santas that involved writing the gifts. By the end of December, I had to take a break from writing everyday.

The next chapter for this is edited (tho not beta'ed--I decided to give them a break after I dropped the ball), and I am working on the last two for editing. There might be an extra chapter of bloopers when this is all done, and maybe a Q&A invite to my Tumblr.

I am part of @theguildawards discord server, and we were discussing ways to get more interactions between authors and readers. One of the suggestions we were thinking about was asking questions at the end of the chapter for the readers to answer.

Answer as many or as little as you want, but maybe you will get a shout-out on the next chapter if you participate in this experiment!

Also, I know I have to go back and answer a bunch of reviews. For some reason, posting on social media lately has felt very daunting, and I had to push myself to do this tonight.

Questions for the Reader:

1) What part surprised you the most during this chapter? 2) Did it evolve in ways that you expected? Did it do something you weren't? 3) Were you excited about a certain part? Disappointed? 4) Still feeling like you want to keep reading? 5) Tell me your thoughts on the chapter, freeform!

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#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #writing #fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #rewrite #episode 1 #Bora #zeref dragneel #fairy tail zeref #igneel #taurus #aquarius #capricorn #RE:Script #Genavere

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ironeaterfinya · 2 years ago

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Final Fantasy XIV: Penniless Peril

or: Can you beat FFXIV without spending any Currency? Part 3 - Putting my Name in the Goblet of Fire

Happy new year everyone and sorry for the delay. I am running this challenge as a side thing whenever I have time or I am not distracted by my main or other games. Nontheless here is our New Year Fortune for Ninisa this year:

“Small Fortune” I count that as a good Omen

However we have a lot to do and a lot of it is honestly just straight up wwalking back and fourth a lot.

Leaving the Inn after a few weeks led me to this image

I accidentally stumbled upon an RP event. From what I could gather it was an Auction for... something. I didn’t stick around. Mostly because I couldn’t spend any money anyway but it’s fun to see that there are RP Events on Zodiark to begin with. Even if it is a rare thing.

After doing the quest the Shining Gentlemen to my left was asking me to do, we beat up some merchant trying to pin a crime on a refugee. We beat up his people and Thancred comes around, officially inviting us to be part of his gang.

You see the Tickets? Those are Vesper Bay Teleport Tickets and I will be using them quite often. Mostly to shorten Travel time because god forbid I run back and forth that much. It’s honestly kind of weird seeing the peeps like this, whith half of the later core group still missing.

Also this bloke was making himself even taller, trying to intimidate the only to Lalas in here.

Nontheless I am making my way to Vesper Bay, on foot, for the first and propably last time. When I arrive there I am greeted by the best Scion:

Is this an Intervention?

Everyone introduces themself and I am taken aback by the fact that Urianger had a different VA at the time. (I am playing with German voices and the VA here are a bit more consistent)

We also get to see all the other Scions chilling out in the meeting hall.

Here is a funfact: Most named NPCs here that are not part of the Core Group (excluding Brendt) all appeared in 1.X of FFXIV.

Also our quest is sending us to Camp Drybone where we are supposed to investigate missing people and also corpses. We also meet a familiar face:

Sure thing “Marquez”, we help you bury a body.

After that, the quests are literally just “Investigate this person by talking to them and go back to Vesper Bay.”

I also got to dress up as a homeless person.

After you arrived there, there is usually some more talk and you get send of again to Camp Drybone or you put Materia into Minphilias Dagger. However that step is actually free as well so thankfully I don’t have to do that myself.

If you only knew how useless you are to me.

Mind you a trip to Camp Drybone takes about 7 minutes on foot. I can’t teleport afterall, nor can I use Chocobo Porters.

Here is a video where I walk all the way over. https://youtu.be/GEr9vILtquY After we get our butt kicked by the Ifrit Gang, we get thrown into a small sub area which is honestly kind of funny. With the help of my boyfriends alt we can show that this area is located in Southern Thanalan, it just happens to be underground.

Wild.

Ifrit was also pretty wild.

It’s cool that I get to run it with trusts.

After heading back to Vesper Bay we are promptly assaulted by the Grand Companies because I should join them. After going to all their speeches of course. The speeches are nothing really to impressive in my opinion. Drawn out a lot and Alphinaud is here who at this point in time is still green behind the ears and also a massive prick with a superiority complex.

Alisaie is also here and she is not saying a word because the both of them have some beef with each other.

After coming back I decided to join the Immortal Flames. Mostly because Raubahns speech is great and also my Job Questline is here. You know. Convenience. Before I can join tho disaster strikes and I gotta get Biggs and Wench out of trouble which is done fairly quickly.

The Gang is here.

After going back to the Flames to officially become a member I got a message I dis not wish to see:

This quest has to be finished in order to complete the Main Scenario Quest “A Realm Reborn”

The quest in question is the Chocobo Quest. In case you don’t know, in order to get a chocobo you need to buy a chocobo voucher. The voucher itself costs Company Seals and Company Seals are a currency. This does not bode well.

I will try to postpone this quest as much as possible. We will see if it holds true.

In the meanwhile our next quest leads us to the Shroud. Because I have reached level 30 tho, I decided to become a Blackmage first and a Blackmage I became. (Even tho I had to again walk to East Thanalan... twice!)

After all of this tho I do have to take a break. It doesn’t look like much but these few things do take up a few hours of real estate.

See you around next time!

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#Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #FFXIV #Penniless Peril #Ninisa Nisa #Lalafell #Challange #Text Based Let's Play #Let's Play

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noodlegirl-googlyeyes · 2 years ago

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soundtracks for movies and games peaked in like 2006-07 when

okay so hold on this is important. i looked up PotC Dead Man's Chest and got this baffling result:

and my first thought was, disney changed the name for some stupid reason, idk? but no, it's still called dead mans chest on every source other than the google bio. so where did Tales of the Code: Wedlocked come from?

according to the fandom wiki, Pirates of the Caribbean: Tales of the Code: Wedlocked is a standalone short about the 'wenches' Scarlett and Giselle, most known for slapping Jack in succession on multiple occasions, being auctioned off as brides. it was released along with the 15-disk collectors edition of On Stranger Tides(plus the trilogy and various other crap). i have no intention of watching this, but the story synopsis seems, quite frankly, vile. no Pintel and Raghetti short film, either, which is frankly just unacceptable.

anyways yeah PotC: Dead Man's Chest came out in 2006, Super Mario Galaxy came out in 2007, and it's really been downhill ever since.

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laceratedlamiaceae · 2 years ago

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#he's one of the 'wench auction' animatronics from the disney pirate ride that didn't get repurposed

@lordess-dickery-doof YES

AU based on those shitty indie horror games where Izzy is a demon-infested mascot costume at an abandoned children's entertainment venue and Jack is an urban explorer filming a clickbait video about all the disappearances that led to the place being shut down. and you know then they fall in love and/or murder a bunch of children or whatever

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fanatic-photography · 7 years ago

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The Redhead by Matt Valeriote Via Flickr: Yesterday, many Disney fans were rattled by the news that the various Disney parks will soon be updating their Pirates of the Caribbean rides with a revised version of the wench auction scene, with the auction becoming one of goods, and the famous "Redhead" becoming one of the pirates, rather than part of the inventory. While many are understandably disappointed by what appears to be a case of Disney caving to PC demands, the concept art for the new scene appears to tell an interesting story at least. With the Redhead now becoming a pirate, not only will she likely gain some dimension as a character, but in all probability she'll receive her first ever lines of dialogue in 50 years. Whatever the future brings for this character, let's take this moment to appreciate the Redhead that has been the subject of a bidding war for generations. Fanatic Photography | Facebook | Tumblr | Twitter | 500px | Instagram | Disneyland Ultimate Guide | Buy Prints

#Disneyland #Disney #California Adventure #New Orleans Square #Pirates of the Caribbean #dark ride #animatronic #redhead #wench auction

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starsmapped · 4 years ago

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they’re referencing the auction from the ride in this script oh my gosh...

#essentially carina got taken and put into a ‘wench auction’#this is so wild #ooc tag doesn’t exist yet 🤪

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kingoftheravensarchive · 6 years ago

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They updated the red head on the Pirates ride and she’s now a full-blown pirate named Redd with legit merch (my birthday present to myself was her Pop figure and backpack bc we know me and pirates) and you can’t tell me she and Vas wouldn’t be best friends.

#✄ — she’s vicious oh yes she is ( ooc )#she used to be one of the 'wenches' they'd auction off #but now she's got GUNS. SHE'S HOLDING A GUN NOW

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yen-sids-tournament · 5 days ago

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Good thing there are plenty of ships and boats of all caliber waiting to set sail!

We're glad to see greed is not your collective top priority! or perhaps it just took a while for some of yall to be honest about yer desire for that gold and them jewels. We can also see why some of the wench auctions have been closing down, guess there just no demand.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Pirate Stereotyping Alert

#personally there is great appeal at the moment for a compass leading us to our greatest desire.#yen sid winner #ship/boat #pirates of the caribbean #disney parks #disney movies

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thran-duils · 3 years ago

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Nowhere to Run (P.2)

Title: Nowhere to Run (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Stony. Reader was caught unknowingly stealing from the capitol harvest and is drug to the capitol for punishment. She is offered an option to go to trial or accept work in the main government building. Upon her tour, she ends up in trouble and catches eyes of two of the Master Council that decide she needs to be broken in by their hands. Words: 6,130 Warnings (for this chapter): Non-con, servitude, forced orgasms, verbal and emotional abuse, double penetration, unprotected sex Author’s Notes: Definitely biting Mother Gothel vibes when Tony says, “No? Oh...” Also, sorry that this got so long but also not sorry.

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The courtyard between the villas was swathed in flowers and shrubbery. Despite how scared you were to be here, you came to a stop in the pathway, looking around in awe. This kind of garden was one you dreamed of to have and lay in, soaking up the sun. Your hands came up to your sheer hood of your robe to push it back — before leaving the Capitol you had been given a robe, a symbol of your assignment. It was white and embroidered with flowers and upon seeing the garden, you spotted the flower it was based off of. You had not seen it in any other part of the Capitol yet and surmised it was specifically here and therefore, the reason for the embroidery choice. It was deep blue, weaving in vines around the pillar. You reached out, rubbing one of the petals between your fingers gently.

Tsu snapped his fingers in your face, getting your attention once more.

“We don’t have a lot of time. The Masters are in a council meeting, and they’ll be expecting you to be settled in and starting your tasks by the time they return. Now I was told you will be assigned primarily to Master Rogers and Master Stark.” He leaned in close and hissed, “And please heed my warning: obey. They are not known to be forgiving.”

He looked serious and you nodded, “Noted.”

“I hope so. They won’t be lenient about back talk. Do not repeat what you did at the capitol building.”

Tsu turned on his heel and continued on, taking a path towards one of the villas. “This is Mr. Roger’s.”

It infuriated you that they all had such large houses just to themselves. Many around the country shared the houses with multiple families and they were nowhere near the size of these.

And being inside, you were even more upset seeing how lacking homeliness there was to the place. It was all marble flooring, minimalist, and cold, really. He gave you direction about the rooms, nodding in acknowledgment when you passed a couple of other servants. They nodded quickly back before moving on to continue their tasks. Your eyes lingered on the large, canopied bed in the master bedroom. Why someone needed that big of a bed just for themselves was beyond you. But the Capitol was greedy, and it was so because of the council members living above their actual needs.

Your mouth watered as you were led to the kitchen; dinner was being prepared and it smelled delicious. The cook himself was skinny and you wondered if he was ever rewarded with the fruits of his labor. You were to attend to the morning tasks specifically and the cook showed you where the coffee was — a delicacy that apparently Master Rogers enjoyed every morning — and where he would leave the prepped food for you to cook for breakfast. On top of preparing his outfit for the day to lay out and getting his toiletries ready for after his shower.

“Am I to do the same at Master Stark’s as well?” you asked Tsu, who nodded. “How can I be expected to be in two places at once? Who is first?”

“They will work that out amongst themselves and inform you. Come now, over to Master Stark’s. Apparently one of his maids has fallen… under the weather.” You furrowed your brow at the hesitance and Tsu leaned in, “We shan’t expect to see her for probably nine months.”

You felt bile swirling.

“It happens from time to time with the Master’s maids. Why, Master Wilson had one just last month.”

“Charming. I’m so glad that’s a common occurrence that no one bats an eye,” you muttered.

Tsu wagged his finger at you, “That’s that attitude I was talking about. I’m not going to be here to remind you to keep it reined in. You’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

Master Stark’s house was across the courtyard. His house was just as unwelcoming and darker in interior design. There were many sky lights, a huge one over his sunken living room. You stepped down, looking at the plush couch and the large flat screen mounted on the wall. Again, so much space for just one person. His bedroom was facing the forest with a bed as large as Master Roger’s and you walked along the windows, staring out as Tsu led you to show you the master bath. You stared at the shower, taking in the floating shower head above and the wooden bench along the wall. That must be relaxing.

“Servants quarters are downstairs. There’s some in every villa. I’m not sure which one you’ll be in but again, they’ll let you know.”

He was leading you back through the hall, pointing out an office and a library. You stuck your head inside the library curiously, your mouth falling open at the walls of books. Back home, you had the pleasure of a collection, but it was not even a quarter of this.

“Come on, Y/N. We don’t have a lot of—” he stopped hearing noise downstairs, the front door slamming it sounded like.

“Matilda!” A man bellowed.

“Shit. He’s back already,” Tsu hissed before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the library.

Coming along the exposed hallway, you looked past the glass railing over the living room. A woman was in front of who you assumed was Master Stark. He was sneering at her already, “You forget yourself, Matilda. I told you to have my bath ran by the time I returned. Perhaps missing dinner will be in order for you.”

“I’m sorry, master,” she said looking nervous, her head bowed.

Master Stark was dark haired and handsome. He was dressed smartly in a fitted suit, you still able to make out the tautness of his body. The movement at the stairs caught his attention. He took his sunglasses off seeing the pair of you coming down the stairs.

“Master Stark,” Tsu greeted as you approached. He gave a curt bow, and you followed his lead.

Chestnut eyes followed your movement, and you did your best to avert your own gaze. You instead looked at the other woman, seeing the red in her cheeks at being berated.

“I was just showing Y/N around yours and Master Roger’s homes to get her acquainted.”

“Right. The new wench,” Master Stark remarked. You bristled at the term ‘wench’ and shot him an annoyed look. His lips twitched seeing your expression before you averted your gaze again, knowing you had let your temper get the better of you. “Leave us. I can take it from here.”

Tsu nodded and gave another bow. “Good day, Master Stark.”

He left without looking back and you suddenly felt vulnerable without him.

“Girl, come to me,” Master Stark said, snapping his fingers at you like you were a pet. To Matilda he ordered, “What are you still doing standing there, you idiot? Get upstairs and start my bath! Do you wish to miss breakfast as well?”

“No, sir,” she said shaking her head and turning to go up the stairs you had just come down hastily.

You closed the space between the two of you, standing a foot from him, your arms clasped in front of you.

“You were told you are to prepare my clothes and breakfast later in the morning than Steve’s?”

Steve must be Master Rogers.

“Yes, sort of,” you responded in a timid voice.

“Speak up. Muttering annoys the absolute fuck out of me.”

“Yes,” you rose your voice. “But I was unsure which house to be at first. Thank you for answering that for me. What time do you want me here, Master Stark?”

He sighed, “Steve is always up at the asscrack of dawn. Usually about five.” You held back at a grimace knowing you would need to be awake well before then yourself then. “I don’t usually get up until eight. That gives you a couple hours at least at his place beforehand. And you know, before this goes any further, let me see you. Strip.”

“Excuse me?” you asked mortified.

“Did I stutter?” Tony asked dryly. “Untie your dress.”

“No.”

Tony’s eyebrows rose, “‘No’?” He looked sinister, “Oh…”

“No, I mean you didn’t stutter,” you said quickly, trying to correct your misstep.

Amusement was still evident; he did not believe your lie. “Well, get to it then. As I’m sure you heard, I have a bath running and I would like it to be hot.”

Heat creeped up your neck as you reached up and untied the fabric at the back of your neck. He circled slowly, his fingers brushing at your side. You flinched away instinctively, and his hand latched tightly.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“No,” you whispered.

“What did I tell you about speaking up? Are you daft?”

“No,” you said louder.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand loosening.

It was one thing to have him examining you like cattle at auction but touching you on top of that was humiliating on a whole new level.

His lecherous examination continued, his fingers following his circle he walked on your skin. He traced down from the nape of your neck to the curve of your ass. His fingers fluttered down and gave a squeeze. You sucked in your cheeks, tensing, but you did not say anything like you had at the Capitol. He held, as if he was waiting. When you stayed still, he made a hum of approval before he moved on.

Fingers ghosted along your shoulder. He was so close; you could feel his breath on you. He was frightening, his presence ominous. You fought to keep your eyes forward and not meet him. You had a feeling that would result in punishment.

He stepped away from you, his hand thankfully gone.

“You’ll do,” he said dismissively.

‘You’ll do’? That was more hurtful than outright telling you that you were not up to his standards. Or was he playing mind games?

“Dress yourself. Before you head over to Steve’s, go and straighten up my library. I had young Master Parker over earlier and he has a terrible fucking habit of not putting things back. I like authors by their last name. Don’t fuck it up, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

<><><>

You awoke at 4:30am and dragged yourself from your small cot. You took on the friendly advice given to you by the other servants to use the small glow stick like device to light your way without turning on the actual lights. There was no need to rouse Master Rogers from sleep before he awoke himself; that would piss him off.

Picking up your list that had been left by one of the head servants, you saw you were to pick out his outfit, sort his toiletries, mop the kitchen floor – where were those supplies? – prepare his coffee and breakfast, and lay out his newspaper for him. And wait for further instruction if there were to be any. The only order for his outfit was ‘casual’.

Master Rogers – Steve – was sleeping soundly still. You stared at his form for a few seconds, his muscular arms and chest that were exposed from his silk sheets. He was a large man, handsome too just like Master Stark, with a strong jaw. His blonde hair was splayed across his forehead from his tussling in the night. You were given little to no instruction for his clothing, and you went into his closet blind, holding up the small light you were holding. His room was shrouded in darkness from the curtains being pulled and you were grateful you had brought the light.

In his closet, you fetched a relaxed top and a soft cardigan with slacks. That was as casual as it was getting in his selection of clothes. You kept the hangers and brought them soundlessly out to his bathroom door, hanging them up. You went inside and began gathering the toiletries listed and separated them between the counter near the sink and his shower.

Down in the kitchen, you made first to find the mop and thankfully, it was in the pantry. It was fairly easy to mop the floor, that you were used to. But after that, you stared at the oven before clicking a button you thought was the correct one. It came to life. This was far more technological than you had dealt with, but you had to figure it out. You wished you had had more time with Tsu or the cook yesterday. It took you a moment to figure out where the skillets were, but you were able to get his bacon started and his eggs. His coffee was more difficult than you thought originally. He wanted a latte. You followed the instructions to make an espresso and then whisked the milk, pouring the espresso over it.

As if on cue, you placed the latte next to his plate on the counter as instructed next to his newspaper, and he walked in.

His eyes ran over you, and you gave him a curt bow as Tsu had done for Master Stark. “Good morning, Master Rogers.”

“We haven’t met,” he responded, coming over to his plate and grabbing his newspaper.

“Y/N, sir.”

“Hmm, right. I remember you.”

He remembered you from what?

“I’m to help you in the morning. I hope my outfit choice was appropriate.”

Steve looked down and shrugged half assedly. “It’s comfortable enough.”

Holding back your attitude, you asked, “Is there something I can do different in the future that will please you more?” His eyes flashed lasciviously, and you quickly added, “In regard to your outfit, I mean, sir. Just so I know what to choose.”

“I’m not sure I can teach a mountain girl anything about fashion on a whim. So, just watch the rest of the masters and the council members outfits. I don’t have the energy to try to explain it to you. I’m sure this long, halter gown is the fanciest thing you’ve worn and it’s merely a villa servant’s dress.”

How you wanted to knock him a good one for being so crass. It must have been evident in your expression because his eyes crinkled as he picked up a bite of his eggs, taking a bite.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“No,” you blatantly lied. “How are your eggs, sir?”

“Fine, surprisingly. You made them quite fluffy.”

Steve’s hand moved in what seemed like a very deliberate movement, knocking his cup, and it fell to the floor. Ceramic shattered and his latte flooded around it.

You bit your cheeks to keep from screaming, staring at it. You had just cleaned the floor.

“Oops,” he said flatly, not sounding sorry at all. “Why did you place it so close to the edge?”

He was saying it like it was your fault. This pompous asshole. But you inhaled deeply.

“I’ll make you another one,” you told him calmly although you were screaming internally. He was not going to get a rise out of you that quickly and that easily. Tsu had warned you to obey and you were not going to risk being beaten or worse – time added to your sentence – over spilled coffee.

“Another one…?” He asked expectantly.

“Master Rogers,” you said stiffly.

You bent over and began picking up the shattered pieces first. Scooping them up you brought them over to the trash can and tossed them in.

Turning back around, you caught sight of him staring, his eyes focused on your hips before he met your gaze. He looked aroused and you knew he had been staring at your ass as you were bent over. Nonchalantly, he cleared his throat and looked back down at his newspaper.

You felt relief surprisingly when he said, “I’m sure Tony will be coming back from the land of the dead soon enough. You should hurry over there.”

<><><>

You cracked Tony’s door open and quietly slipped in. You saw two figures in the bed as you crept by towards his closet. You used the natural light coming in from the windows to guide yourself through the closet. He had said dark grey for his color scheme, so you did your best, matching the jacket, vest, and slacks but a white dress shirt. The socks and tie you chose were burgundy, a contrast. He had not asked for that, but you would see how that worked.

Quietly, you came back out of the closet and stilled when you saw someone slipping out of the bed. You recognized her in the light… Matilda. She stopped only for a moment, locking eyes with you before snatching her dress off the ground and bringing it up and tying it around her neck. She sneaked out of the room, more than likely going to start her chores. So, he forced someone he verbally abused to his bed.

Gently you walked over to the bathroom and hung up the clothes on the outside of the door. You moved inside and got together the materials the same you had for Steve and put the appropriate ones in the shower and by the sink.

When you emerged, Tony was stirring, and you moved quicker to get out of the room before he was fully awake.

But to no luck.

“Morning, little vixen.”

You stopped in your movement and turned back to face him, clasping your hands. “Good morning, Master Stark. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

His lips up ticked into a closed smile, “I’m sure it is time for me to be awake if I find my bed cold. Night is over and consequently the fun.” He threw the covers back and got back out of bed unabashedly of his naked form. Your eyes widened at his brazen behavior, all of him on display. You turned your head, avoiding looking at him and he chuckled. “You’ll get used to seeing this.”

Tony moved towards the door and eyed the suit choice. He shot you a look and said, “Look at that slight boldness of color. It’s subtle against the neutral but it’s nice. Good choice.”

He winked at you before going into the bathroom. You took that as permission to leave to start his breakfast.

<><><>

The whole first day you had put up with both of their antics. They were trying your patience and it was getting to you. You had never crossed two more pretentious men and they were so insulting to their staff. Steve had called you “pigheaded” for placing his newspaper on the right instead of the left of his plate this morning and you wanted to just tear it up in front of him.

You were currently in Tony’s office waiting instruction. There had been a task after breakfast to clean his office and before you started, you wanted more direction, so you did not make a mistake.

He walked in finding you still standing still, and he asked, “You know, to clean, you need to actually be moving?”

“My instructions said to dust but I was not sure what I should touch and not touch, Master Stark. I was waiting for you to give me direction so—”

He cut you off, “When it says dust, just dust. But, you know, I’m actually glad you waited so you’ll be in here longer.” He stalked over to his desk and opened one of his drawers, pulling out a box. He unwrapped it and you watched him pull out a pair of lace, barely there panties. Your heart clenched – he surely did not mean to give those to you? He placed a small device into the crotch of them and held them out to you.

“What’s that?” you asked slowly, not moving.

“I like some entertainment while I work,” Tony commented. “Put them on. They’ll be a snug fit, right up against what I’m sure is a beautiful pussy.” You stared back at him, and Tony returned a challenging look. “Are we going to have a problem?”

At loss for words, you stammered, “I… for what?”

“A problem ‘for what’? Yeah, that’s exactly what my question is. There should not be a problem when I tell you to do something directly. Come over here and fetch them and put them on,” Tony ordered you impatiently. “Before I lose my temper.”

As if you were moving against your own will, your legs moved forward, and you came to the desk. You reached up underneath your gown, his eyes raking over your exposed bare legs. Yanking down your underwear, you tossed them to the side by the desk and took the underwear from him. Hunger was swimming in his eyes, and you swallowed sharply. He was right; they were snug, the protruding part right up against your bud.

He clicked a button on the small remote and the underwear turned on. You grimaced your teeth as you felt the vibration, if only for a few moments.

Tony looked elated at the expression on your face. “Sweetheart, if you can dust everything here without coming, I’ll be so proud.” He leaned forward and winked, “But I’m going to make you work for it. Our work meetings are so boring, and I enjoy watching you women fighting against an orgasm.”

You hated this. You were to clean his office and he was going to be brushing your cunt with his toy.

He picked up the glass by his desk and opened the mini fridge, pulling out the ice cubes. He clunked some into his glass and poured some water over the top of it. Settling back into his chair he eyed you, waiting.

Swallowing your pride, you turned from him and began at the far end at the stacked bookcases. You shuddered as the panties worked at your clit, longer this time. He did not hit the button at regular intervals, so it caught you off guard every time. You would be holding a porcelain figurine and clench it, hoping to God you would not drop it. You were bound to break something the closer you got to coming undone. He was continuing on with his virtual meeting as if nothing untoward was happening to you. You bent to grab a book that had fallen off the shelf and he hit it again. You snapped back up and exhaled sharply, clenched as it vibrated relentlessly against you. You gave the book a quick brush over before placing it back on the shelf. You took a step and he hit it again.

Having had enough, you turned around and hissed, “You’re distracting me. How am I to work, Master Stark?”

He muted his microphone on his computer and blocked his camera before turning in his chair towards you. You saw the bulge in his pants and that only served to make you more upset with the situation. How much he was getting off on this was unbearable.

“That’s kind of the point of this. But, really, you’re distracting me, little vixen. With your hips and those soft sighs leaving your mouth every time I press the toy. It’s very beguiling,” Tony argued, relaxing back in his chair. You heard the ice clinking in his drink as he brought it to his lips. “And I’ll distract you however much I want to. Don’t you forget that. Get back to work. Now.”

He clicked his microphone and camera back on, resuming his meeting. His fingers were tapping the remote that was lying on the desk, teasingly. Pissed, you turned back.

It buzzed again only moments later, and you clenched, squeezing your thighs together as you brushed the bookcase.

“Ah ah. Naughty girl. Let me in,” Tony intoned, and you loosened. He took the opportunity and hit you again with stimulation.

You let out a frustrated noise and threw the duster onto the ground.

“Fuck this!” you exclaimed.

Tony hit the hide and mute on his computer quickly at your outburst, caught off guard. You got a small satisfaction out of that in the heat of the moment that you had thrown him off his game.

He turned towards you again, looking furious. That did nothing to throw water on your temper. You hastily tore the underwear off and threw them in his general direction. Tony’s eyes followed the descent of them to land at his black oxfords. “Send me back! I’ll take on an extra month — six even if I can just be back in the capitol building! This is torture!”

Tony drug his gaze from the panties back to you. His elbow was still resting on the arm of the chair.

Chest heaving, you watched him and slowly felt the dread creeping in. His eyes were hard, and you remembered who exactly you were dealing with. He had all the power in this relationship, and you had just lost your temper with him, outright disobeying something you had been ordered to do. And you may have embarrassed him in front of other Capitol council members in your outburst.

Tony stood from the chair and stalked over to you, peering down his nose at you. His voice was dangerously low when he said, “Go up to my bedroom and wait there for Steve and I. On the bed. Naked.”

Naked? You gulped.

Even you knew better than to argue with him with that scathing glare. You slunk away and you felt his glare burning into the back of your head as you closed the office door behind you.

<><><>

Curled in on yourself, you waited. It seemed to drag on forever, the waiting. You just wanted them to come up and belt you and get it over with.

When the door opened, you dared to raise your gaze, finding the both of them coming in. Their jackets, vests, and ties were gone. The top buttons of their dress shirts were undone, apparently have relaxed before this. Tony must have called Steve to his office and relayed to him what had transpired between the two of you.

You were doing your best to try to keep your breasts hidden, your legs crossed to hide yourself as well.

Tony came to a stop in front of you and he held out two fingers, pulling your chin up to force you to look at him directly. His stare was cold.

“You really pissed me off earlier,” he informed you point blank.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m sure you are now. At the time, I know you meant every little ounce of venom you spat at me. And that I won’t abide. And neither will Steve. What goes on in one villa, goes on in the other. You will be well behaved in both.” When you did not say anything, his hand came to clench your jaw and you winced as he forced your mouth open as he mocked in a higher pitched voice, “’Yes, master. I understand’.”

“Yes, master, I understand,” you repeated, wincing against his tight grip.

“And we’ll make sure that sticks. We are in charge here,” Tony told you, letting go of your face and going to work on the rest of his buttons.

You had hardly noticed Steve had undressed himself to his briefs. You had been so focused on Tony’s imperious presence before you.

Steve was holding the panties you had thrown at Tony earlier. You felt sick as he told you, “Let me put these on you and don’t make it difficult.”

No. They were not going to beat you like you feared. They were going to do worse. Matilda came to mind being in Tony’s bed when you knew that was the last place she would have wanted to be and your eyes shot to the door before landing back on Steve who was coming close now.

Freeing himself from his boxers, Steve’s hand ran up and down his length. You cowered back, crawling back on the bed, tucking your feet to come onto your knees. You did not want to be in here. He smirked seeing your fight or flight kick in.

“Sweetpea, you know that’s not an option. Come back.” You tensed, shooting another quick look at the door. Steve’s expression melted from amusement to annoyance. “Now.”

You unfolded slowly, coming back to the end of the bed, your heart hammering. You had had sex before, but it had only been with the boy next door, the one you had thought once that you would marry before you had been brought here. Not like this. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you sat still as you could to let him slide them up and you allowed him to pull them all the way up. You spotted Tony still had the remote, a wicked grin on his face.

Steve was jutting out towards you, and you stared down at his length.

“Your hand,” Steve told you. “Wet it with your mouth.” You shakily did as he asked and he ordered, “More spit.” You did that as well. “Touch me.”

You felt humiliated but you did what he asked. He was thick and your hand slid up and down his length, wetting him with your spit. He moaned softly, his hips moving ever so slightly as you continued to stroke him off. The underwear vibrated and unlike before, they were not turning off. Tony was not giving you any reprieve. You tried to adjust so the movement was not directly on your bud but no matter what you tried, it was right there, and some angles made it worse, causing you to shiver at the direct contact. You caught Tony’s eyes and he was watching with heightened arousal, his erection evident in his slacks.

Steve was leaking precum in no time and you were short of breath with the stimulation on your cunt. You had shot a look at Tony finding him naked now, working himself up at the scene before him. You were getting the panties so wet and you wondered if that was going to affect the toy.

It reached a moment when Steve had had enough of just your hand. He stopped your movement and tossed your hand aside. You leaned back as he towered, his hands snatching at the sides of the panties and yanking them down your legs roughly, tossing them aside. You barely had time to react before he was picking you up in a fluid motion. You yelped at the airborne movement as he dragged you onto the bed with him. Steve laid down and pulled you in top of him, your hands planted by his head. His cock slid in with ease to your wet pussy, his lips sucking at your breasts.

The bed dipped with Tony’s added weight, and you heard him adjusting in between Steve’s legs, his hard cock brushing up against your tight ring. You realized fully what he was aiming for when his thumb met your ass and it was cold, covered in lube. You felt him squeeze some into you.

Having their way with you in your pussy was one thing but this was something else entirely, especially since Steve was already inside you. You had never had anal sex, let alone two men in you at once. This was their punishment.

Desperately, you begged, “Please don’t!”

Steve’s laugh was cruel. “‘Please don’t?’ Me? I’m not doing anything, darling. I’m just sitting here. Fully...seated... inside your tight cunt just enjoying it.”

You tried to look over your shoulder at Tony, “Master—"

But Steve grabbed your face and forced you to look back at him. “Relax…. Relax….” he breathed encouragingly. “You don’t want it to really hurt do you?”

There was no time for you to answer him as Tony started pressing in. It burned and you cried out. Steve was whispering in your ear to encourage you to relax, telling you to be a good girl. You choked on a cry, tears stinging as Tony continued to sink into your ass. You were so full.

“Aw, she’s crying, Tony.”

Tony sloppily kissed your temple, his hand tight on your throat. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re doing so well! Taking it like the little whore we knew you are. Take your punishment… you’ll be loving it in no time.”

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in, keeping a slow steady pace. You breathed, trying to focus on the way it was subsiding to pleasure. You sniffled, hanging your head as he continued using you, Steve still waiting inside. You were sure their cocks were brushing each other in that thin membrane.

“Well-behaved now too. Just gotta fill her with cock to train her. Make her needy,” Steve rasped. “Tell us how much you like it, you little slut.”

It was an order. And you were just a rag doll between them right now; what other choice did you have but to comply?

You could not lie to yourself either, you were being stimulated to a whole new level.

“I love it,” you breathed shakily, a sharp whine escaping as you felt them both rocking in and out. They had a rhythm going, like they had done this before.

Steve continued with his dirty talk, “You want it? You wanna be fucked?”

“Yes, I want it. I wanna be fucked.”

Tony groaned at your declaration, slapping across your ass as you rocked between them. The reverberation sent a tremor through you, further stimulating you.

Steve bit roughly at your nipple and you yelped. His breath was hot as he growled, “You wanna be used like a perfect doll. Right? You wanna behave? Because if you don’t we won’t finish.”

Every nerve was on fire, and you were losing yourself to the feeling. No, they had to finish.

You nodded fervently, “I wanna behave. I wanna behave.”

“You know how lucky you are to be filled? What women would beg to be in your spot? You should be thanking us!”

“Thank you for filling me up,” you cried as Steve buried himself roughly. The shame of your pleading and groveling was overshadowed by every brush of their cocks inside you, pushing you towards the edge to come tumbling down.

They were working you like the doll Steve promised you were going to be. Your breath was short, and you were beginning to shake on your arms.

You heard Tony groan, “There you go, there you go. Fuck!”

“I got her Tony,” Steve grunted, holding you tight as broken cries left you. “I’ll hold you, sweetheart.” You trusted him in your delirious state and collapsed against him as your body gave way. You shouted, stuffing a fist into your mouth. Steve yanked your hand away and you cried out. “Let us hear what we’ve done to you, you naughty girl.”

Steve held you in place as Tony sped up, thrusting quick. You continued moaning with the heat tearing through you.

“You’re gonna take every fucking drop,” Tony husked. “Perfect little cumslut!”

He groaned animalistically, his cum emptying into your ass. You sighed relieved and buried your face into Steve’s collarbone. Tony slid out and you whined pathetically feeling him spill out onto your thighs.

“Almost done, doll. You’re taking your punishment perfectly, shaping up so well,” Steve kissed along the side of your face. “Tony, you did nothing to help me stalling myself with those hard thrusts of yours. Felt every rib of your dick, you bastard.” You heard Tony chuckling as Steve resumed his own thrusts. You whined, so sensitive but he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, and he was finishing soon, spilling his seed into your aching pussy. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before he picked you up and rolled over to drop you onto the bed.

You laid there exhausted, bare in the center of the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

Steve was pleased. “I love that gaped, cum filled look. Especially on her.”

They sounded a million miles away, you still drowning in what had just happened.

Tony came into your sights, and you turned your head towards him, exhaustion in your bones. “Gather yourself and then come join me in the shower. I’ll give you that before you come back out here and strip my bed to clean the sheets. Can’t keep you off your duties for too long, can we? I won’t be giving you special treatment no matter how well that perfect ass of yours just milked me.”

He turned before stopping and then he added, “By the way, I will not be sending you back to the Capitol building. If we have our say, you won’t be going home any time soon.”

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biboocat · 3 years ago

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Currently reading The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot. I am in the early stages but I’m already admiring her eloquent prose and perceptive observations.

Chapter 8, Mr. Tulliver’s Shows His Weaker Side is a marvelous rendering of empathy.❤️

Maggie Tulliver, “the little wench”, “spitfire “, is one of the most adorable and admirable girl/young woman protagonists I’ve encountered in literature. Her moral courage is especially impressive given the secondary status of women in Victorian times.

Some memorable excerpts:

“I wouldn’t make a downright lawyer o’ the lad - I should be sorry for him to be a raskill – but a sort of engineer, or a surveyor, or an auctioneer and vallyer, like Riley…” 😂

“Go, go! said Mr. Tulliver preemptorily, beginning to feel rather uncomfortable at these free remarks on the personal appearance of a being (the devil) powerful enough to create lawyers.”😂

“These bitter sorrows of childhood – when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.” ❤️

“It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love – this hunger of the heart – as preemptory as that other hunger by which nature forces us to submit to the yoke and change the face of the world.”

“What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known?….These familiar flowers, these well remembered bird notes, the sky with its fitful brightness, these furrowed and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the precious hedgerows– such things as these are the mother tongue of our imagination, the language that is laden with all the subtle inextricable associations the fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them. Our delight in the sunshine on the deep bladed grass today might be no more than the faint perception of wearied souls if it were not for the sunshine in the grass in the floor of years which still live in us and transform our perception into love.” ❤️

“In books there were people who are always agreeable or tender, and delighted to do things that made one happy, and did not show their kindness by finding fault. The world outside the books was not a happy one, Maggie felt; it seemed to be a world where people behave the best to those they did not pretend to love and that did not belong to them… there is no hopelessness so sad as that of early youth, when the soul is made up of wants and has no long memories, no superadded life in the life of others; though we who look on think lightly of such premature despair as if our vision of the future lightened the blind sufferer’s present.… Maggie was a creature full of eager, passionate longings for all that was beautiful and glad; thirsty for all knowledge; with an ear straining after dreaming music that died away and would not come near to her; with a blind, unconscious yearning for something that would link together the wonderful impressions of this mysterious life and give her soul a sense of home in it.”p239

“Hev a dog , Miss! They’re better friends nor (than) any Christian, said Bob…” p288. 🤣

“ Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.”

#george eliot #english literature

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hydraulicfluidinmyteapot · 3 years ago

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Pirates of the Caribbean

This is an ask from @shrigma-male, but i accidentally deleted the ask.. so sorry! I am high key excited to get an ask about this topic, as the Pirates of the Caribbean ride is probably one of my earliest animatronic centric obsessions. not only is it one of the earliest and most impressive feats of Imagineering, it also remains solid to this day. it houses a great many iconic animatronic figurines, all of which work together in perfect harmony to capture beautifully life filled scenes of a cohesive storyline. Its individual ride concept was so strong that it birthed a line of clones and even a famous movie franchise. isn’t that sick? a RIDE was the key source material for a whole movie series! but it’s unsurprising, with the time and care poured into the ride. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you think about it, the ride is JAM PACKED so there is a LOT to talk about. This will only be a super brief post information-wise, but who knows? There may be more to come if this performs well. Apologies, my life’s not going great at the moment and i don’t have a lot of spare time so this is not as high a quality as i would like it to be.

Here’s my fast fact file on it!

Debut: March 16, 1967

Withdrawal: All rides are still operating

Attraction: The Pirates of the Caribbean

Locations: Disneyland, Magic Kingdom, Tokyo Disneyland, Disneyland Paris, Shanghai Disney (but this one’s heavily modified)

Attraction Type: Dark ride

Riders Per Vehicle: 23–24

Number of vehicles: 50

Animatronics: 119 ish but it depends on the ride version

Ride videos: The entire ride varies from version to version and different people want to see different parts. i’m leaving you guys to find your own ride videos. it’s a very popular ride, just type on in to youtube and you’ll find heaps of nice high quality ones.

The thing that stands out about this ride is the theming and the sheer amount of effort put in to creating an immersive environment. the ride houses an impressive 119 audio animatronics, 53 of which are animals. There are 630,000 gallons of water in the ride (original Disneyland) and takes three whole days to drain. there are over 40,000 gold coins in the treasure room scene alone. It holds what could possibly be considered Disney’s first themed restaurant which can be seen at the start of the ride. It is objectively one of the coolest things I’ve ever ridden. I want to call specific attention to the boat scene, where cannons fare at each other from opposite ships, creating glowing impacts and throwing water about. the first time I rode it it ensnared my attention and completely suspended my disbelief.The ride system is based on the one used in it’s a small world, due to that rides incredible success in debuting a boat-based transport system. Although I hate it’s a small world with a burning passion and refuse to write anything on it, I must be forced to admit that it did wonders as a test on how to create a good dark ride, emphasising key features such as a high rider capacity, boat-based transport system, and proving that animatronics are an incredibly attractive key event. Since the 60’s when it debuted, the Pirates of the Caribbean ride has gone through many changes throughout its location, including entire scenes being added and removed. but what it has maintained throughout its historic run time is its notoriety and splendour. the key change that I will bring up is the 2006 and 2007 renovations that include more theming from the very successful movie franchise. slightly unrelated, but the song “Yo ho, a pirate’s life for me” was actually first written for the ride. The rides are all being constantly updated in minor ways whether it’s slightly improving the animatronics, touching up background details or changing costuming. I’ll attach here a brief sort of timeline of the ride that I’ve whipped up here, but it only touches on the most notable modifications. sorry about how crap-tier it is..

Now, to talk more specifically about animatronics. The animatronics used on this ride are some of the earliest made by Disney. some are really quite basic, with their full range of motions being a singular full body action such as raising and lowering out of a barrel, but others move heads and arms in (sort of) lifelike actions. Some are newer, (specifically captain Jack Sparrow), but most are the original ones from the 60’s. One of my (and everyone’s tbh) favourites is the redheaded lady. She is (very originally) named Redd. Previously she was being sold off for auction, but in 2018 she was swapped to being an auctioneer. She has stunning red curls and a beautiful dress to match, and now holds a gun. here’s a little before and after.

in the same refurbishment that changed her the mist screen in the tunnel before the fort battle was removed and replaced with a pirate in a cage who turns into a skeleton via an optical trick as well as an octopus playing with some medallions, along with the original 1967 narration about cursed treasure being restored. Her new version is based off none other than Anne Bonny herself (worth a google, she’s a fucking BOSS (like seriously!! Queer history icon!!! LOOK 👏 HER 👏 UP 👏 )) . She’s also displayed in dead man’s cove in a portrait, which I think is kinda neat. Her Paris version is completely silent, but the others yell about selling rum. Sadly I have never actually seen the new Redd in person, as I have only ridden the ride in Tokyo (where she is still being sold).

Now, the barker bird! oh how I love him so <3 he’s a little green pirate parrot, who spent his days crying about the ride. he was originally in the queue area but got kicked outside eventually to help deal with crowd control. he was then gotten rid of in 2006 in the big movie refurb. He was remarkably similar to the original barker bird who resided outside of the Enchanted Tikki Room; however, the pirate version has a peg leg, eye patch, tattoo on his chest and wondrously villainous hat. he was originally based off of Captain Flint, the parrot from Treasure Island. It is theorised that he has a skeletal clone inside the ride; the parrot belonging to “the Dirty Feet pirate”.

When you first get on the ride, the first animatronic you come across is Old Joe. he is an animatronic character used in multiple different attractions, including Liberty Belle Riverboat, The Western River and Mark Twain Riverboat. in each version, he lives in a shack and is associated with the banjo. I say associated because it is actually a really common misconception that he actually plays the banjo. he does not, it is just a dark scene and there is banjo music playing around him. you can see the tip of his pipe glowing as you approach it in the ride, lit up alongside the fireflies. he is a small taste of what is to come.

Barbossa replaced the original pirate captain of The Wicked Wench in the boat battle scene in the mass movie renovation. he is my tied favourite with the redhead, as his dialog adds so much to the scene. his character moves in a beautiful fashion, lit up by a spotlight. His face is artfully painted, capturing what I believe to be the most human expression in the entire ride. His boat is fighting a Castillo del Morro fortress of Isla Tesoro, whilst busy searching for treasure and presumably captain jack sparrow. in 2011 his WDW version’s outfit was swapped over to his privateer uniform from On Stranger Tides, to keep the ride tied to the movies. What can be considered quite odd is that in Paris’s later renovation, the Captain did not replace the Wicked Wench captain, and was rather added in to a scene at the end of the ride, in the skeleton grotto. he is standing on the shipwreck beside the skeleton helmsman, carrying a lantern.

The auctioneer. I don’t like him. greasy man. his eyes are wild. He’s originally voiced by Paul Frees (an icon, a legend) and is inspired by Captain Bartholomew Roberts (considered the most successful pirate in the golden age of piracy. He is also a pirate from the ship The Wicked Wench, and his auction is set up near a canteen called "La Cantina”. very creative. He was originally selling brides (human trafficking, not very snazzy) but now he sells chickens he stole from townspeople. however, this is unsuccessful. In the Paris version, instead of the chickens he is trying to sell a painting of Jean Laffite. Funnily enough, Jean is one of Disney’s sort of “stand in” pirate characters that they frequently just use whenever they need a pirate to slide in. Unfortunately, the auctioneer is always kept relatively up to date with the shiniest, newest technology that Disney can spare, and is always one of the most advanced figures on the ride. doesn’t deserve it, he’s slimy and I don’t like him. I should probably mention that he doesn’t actually have a name other than the auctioneer. There’s also a clone of him used in the haunted mansion for the duelling animatronics. loser.

This is a very long post, so I shall cut it here. I will leave you with an image gallery, further reading and a possible promise of a part two if this post does well. Thank you!

(ok so i actually haven’t got any further reading gathered yet. give me like 6 hours and ill fix it in an edit. i promise. i just want to get this post out asap)

#animatronic #audio animatronics #Audio Animatronic #animatronics #Disney #disney parks #pirates #pirates of the caribbean #redd #captain barbossa #history #long post

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minetteenfers · 3 years ago

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Lucky Cat - Day 1: Bad Luck (Adrien AUG-reste 2021)

Here is Day 1: Bad Luck of @adrienaugust!

Read, kudo, comment, or bookmark the fic here! (RATED E)

Captain Chat Noir was merely nine years old when he was tossed overboard from his father’s galleon for disobeying orders. Some said that he was born from bad luck and so he was given the name, Chat Noir due to the superstition of black cats. Having a polydactyl black cat on board a vessel was good luck and so he hoped being named after such would bring him some. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing seemed to bring him it.

He sighed and fell back into his wooden chair, bringing his mug of grog to his lips as his good luck charm leaped onto his desk. The sliding of his black cat’s paws along the maps and parchment made him curse. He grabbed the brass candle stick before it could fall to the floor and start a fire on the ship.

“Bastard cat,” Chat Noir cursed and brought his cup to his lips, taking a long drink and cringing at the less than favorable flavor. “God, I cannot wait to get to port, hm?” He scratched beneath his cat’s chin with a smirk. “Ladies, food, drink… supplies and a nice bath. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for a nice warm bath and a warm bed with a wench in it.”

“What would any of us give, Captain.” Nino, his quartermaster, walked into his quarters to talk to him.

“What say you?” Chat Noir brought his boots down from his desk onto the wood deck and leaned onto his desk, trying to ignore how the sea made their vessel shift and bob. The weighted golden hoops in his ears only did so much to help with his sea sickness.

“We’re arriving at port soon, Captain.” Nino brought his mug of grog to his lips and sat down on Chat Noir’s bed.

“How soon?” Chat Noir ran his fingers behind Plagg’s twitching ears and scratched before a mouse distracted the aloof cat and made him run off. Chat Noir peered up at Nino with interest, finishing his drink.

“Few hours.” Nino shrugged, unsure of how soon they would be there exactly. He could only guess, which Chat Noir had taken into account.

“Gather a log of supplies that need to be replenished until then for me.” Chat Noir gestured for his friend to go away to do his duties.

“Yes, Captain.” Nino nodded and left Chat Noir alone.

Chat Noir sighed and stood up, walking over to a wooden chest to get ready. He crouched down and opened it, taking in the items that filled the inside. From clothing to treasures that he had gathered along the way as a pirate. When he was nine years old Captain Fu had found him floating on a bit of wood in the middle of the ocean. He had saved him and given him the very name he was known by. Of course, tales had broken out as he had aged. None of them pretty.

He was known for pillaging, plundering, and more unpleasantries, but those that truly knew him… which were few… knew that he wasn’t as they said. Yes, he set vessels aflame but only those that had wronged him or those he cared most about, and he had never murdered anyone. He merely would place them on an island, plunder their vessel, and then set it ablaze. Sometimes, he would simply use the element of surprise and take what he needed before leaving. Occasionally, he would tell a simple fantastical story to get what he needed, using empty threats to accomplish it. But he never murdered a man, woman, or child.

He lived by the power of vote as most did within piracy, letting every man have a chance to speak and give their case. Nothing on board was done without putting it through vote and booty was split equally amongst his crew. Most captains would take a higher cut, but he never wanted it. He’d rather stay an equal to an extent, which many did not agree with.

Chat Noir quickly went to work getting ready to go ashore, throwing on an elaborate outfit made from fabulous emerald silks and black fabrics. He rarely dressed up due to the amount of water that sloshed across the deck and along his feet. Most of his men went barefoot and wore a mishmash of clothing depending on what they had scavenged from vessels.

He focused on getting ready, trying to not think about how many more knots they had to travel still to reach the treasure that lied beneath the waves. A treasure that everyone around him was after as well. He sighed and peered up as his quartermaster returned with a log of what they needed for the rest of their journey.

“We are at port, Captain.” Nino nodded and left Chat Noir alone again.

Chat Noir nodded and grabbed his pistol, putting it in place on his holster, and headed to the docks to get off his galleon. A few men stayed on board to keep watch, as they stepped off it. He made his way down the pier, making sure one of his men was tending to the sale of jerky in order to get them some coin.

He hadn’t been to port in so long and all he wanted was a nice bath. A tavern stood off to the right and he headed towards it. But right as he was about to step foot inside, a commotion brought his attention elsewhere.

“Wife for sale! Beautiful and a good lay, she is! A fine wench!”

Chat Noir gritted his teeth, turning around to find a woman with dark hair piled up on top of her head and a dress that had seen better days. She seemed nervous and upset with the way tears streamed down her cheeks and her hands trembled in front of her hips. A loose rope was placed around her neck and the end of it trailed over to her husband. Her eyes were a beautiful blue that reminded him of the sea and something deep inside him drew him towards the auction. He hated practices such as this and usually he kept out of it, but he couldn’t when her saddened gaze locked on his. Her eyes were full of desperation, and he could practically hear her cries for help.

Chat Noir sighed and raised a hand to bid. All around him, men whistled and hollered. They laughed and called her atrocious names. Chat Noir knew it was bad luck to bring a woman on board his vessel, but there was nothing else he could do. He had to save her, had to have her.

He raised his hand again to bid. It took a few more raises before he outbid everyone and secured her as his property. She looked worried and scared as her husband took the mysterious man’s coin and passed him the rope.

“You needn’t do that,” the woman sighed and peered down at her feet.

“Let’s get this off you, m’lady.” Chat Noir took the rope from around her neck, shocking her more.

“I promise to make you happy, sir,” she curtsied, and Chat Noir sighed.

“I don’t wish for your services. What’s your name?” Chat Noir rolled the rope around his elbow and hand before tossing the bundle aside.

“Marinette, sir.” She worried her bottom lip and didn’t meet his eyes.

“Captain Chat Noir,” Chat Noir held his hand out for her.

She placed her hand in his and he bowed to softly kiss along her knuckles. He stood up straight with a cunning smile. A blush fell on her cheeks, and she let her bottom lip go.

“Thank you, Captain Chat Noir.” Marinette bowed slightly and followed him to the tavern.

“Are you hungry?” Chat Noir didn’t peer back at her as he led her into the establishment that he had been headed towards to begin with.

“Famished,” Marinette swallowed hard, taking in the music and women being railed against various surfaces.

Men played cards and drank, while eyeing the wenches around them. She licked her lips and swallowed hard, wondering who exactly she had gotten saved by. If she could even call it that at this point. She was beginning to wonder if her good luck had worn out.

“Do you intend to lie with me?” Marinette swallowed hard as he pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

“No. Did you want for me to?” Chat Noir smirked and winked at her from across the table.

“No, no. I just- I assumed since you bought me as your property…” Marinette hid in her hair and Chat Noir burst out laughing.

“If I wanted a quick fuck, I would grab one of these cheap whores.” Chat Noir raised a hand and swirled it around to gesture to the room. “I actually felt sorry for you, m’lady, or should I call you wench.”

Marinette covered her mouth as she burst out in a sharp giggle. She brought her hand down and licked her lips with a blush, “You are quite crass, Captain Noir.”

“So, I’ve been told. How about some food and drink? Surely, you did say you were famished, did you not?” Chat Noir winked at her before standing up to go to the bar to order them sustenance.

Marinette sat at the table, playing with her skirt and taking in the dirty fabric. Her husband and her hadn’t had much money and he had been selling her in order to pay a debt that he owed. She hadn’t married him for love, but rather because she was expected to. What she didn’t expect was for her husband to sell her off, but it was the way it worked. Was it legal? No, but there was no way to divorce her, so the next best thing was to sell her at port like the rest of stock around her. But for some reason this Captain had chosen to save her, and she wasn’t sure if this was a good omen or not.

She swallowed hard, watching the man walk back to her with a certain way about him. He was stopped along the way by a wench, but as he spoke to her, he kept his eyes locked on Marinette instead. A few moments later and he was on his way back to their table and setting down plates of food and drink.

“Sure you weren’t a wench for a time, Captain?” Marinette teased and giggled, as he smirked and sat down.

“So, maybe I was.” Chat Noir winked at her and picked up a roll to take a bite from it. “And you? What’s your story?”

“I was forced into a loveless marriage and when he needed debts paid… he brought me here to be auctioned with the rest of the lot.” Marinette shrugged and swallowed hard. “You?”

“Doubt I need to share my story with you. I’m sure you’ve heard enough,” Chat Noir scoffed and brought his cup of ale to his lips.

“I actually have not.” Marinette brought a vegetable to her lips.

“Really?” Chat Noir was surprised to say the least that she hadn’t heard of him.

“Nope. Your name isn’t familiar to me, but that might be because my husband tried to keep me from piracy and privateering.” Marinette sighed and fell back against her chair. “So, enlighten me.”

Chat Noir chewed on his bottom lip, realizing that he could actually tell her who he truly was, and the rumors wouldn’t corrupt her like so many others. He stabbed a piece of meat and ate it before he began to tell his story.

“I was tossed off a ship at the age of nine by my father for being disobedient. I probably floated in the ocean for days on a piece of driftwood before an old Chinese man found me. His name was Captain Fu. He took me aboard and as I grew up and learned sailing along with traditional Chinese medicine, I commandeered my own vessel. Of course, I joined the great race to find the lost treasure that is spilled through the Caribbean because what else is a man to do, who has nothing else to live for. No family, no job, no nothing. All I know is sailing and traditional medicine.” Chat Noir poked at the food on his plate.

“So, naturally, all you can do is Captain a vessel,” Marinette nodded and put a piece of meat into her mouth.

“Exactly, m’lady, all I know to do is such. Of course, that means that I also must pillage vessels. I started with a sloop and moved up to a galleon, taking in men who felt useless and giving them something to do with their idle hands besides pleasuring themselves for sport.” Marinette choked on her ale at the last words that fell from his mouth.

“I beg your pardon.” Marinette set her mug down.

“You understood,” Chat Noir winked at her and took a sip from his mug. “Men get lonely at sea. Either you pick a mate to have your way with or you got your hand. Pick wisely. One knows when to shut up and just take it.”

“Again, I hope you’ve gathered that I am not always one to just ‘shut up and take it’, Captain Noir.” Marinette gave him an insulted expression.

“I gathered you weren’t, m’lady. I wasn’t meaning you or any lady that is.” Chat Noir smiled and went back to eating.

“Even a wench?” She stressed the last word with a blush.

“Even a wench,” Chat Noir smiled and froze when he felt fingertips run along his shoulders.

They leaned closer and whispered against his ear, “Would you like to have a go, Captain?”

Chat Noir set down his utensil and peered over his shoulder to smile at the woman, “Not tonight, love, but I see a gentleman over there that is looking for a flower like you.”

She nodded and took off towards a man, who was watching from far away. Chat Noir gave his attention back to Marinette with a warm smile. She was beyond shocked that he hadn’t taken the offer.

“Call me surprised,” Marinette finished her meal.

“What?” Chat Noir raised an eyebrow at her.

“You didn’t take her up on her offer.” Marinette shrugged and picked up her mug.

“I believe I told you if I was looking for a quick fuck I-” Chat Noir was interrupted by the woman across from him.

“Then you would grab one of these cheap whores. I understood quite well, Captain.” Marinette brought her mug to her lips and finished her drink. “But am I not one?”

“No,” Chat Noir shook his head and finished his meal.

“How do you gather?” Marinette crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “I already said I wouldn’t put up a fight.”

“That doesn’t make you a whore, m’lady.” Chat Noir stood up and grabbed his plate, taking hers as well.

Marinette watched him take the dishes back to the bar, tapping on the side of her mug. He was an odd man with how he could be so crass and unapologetic yet nice at the same time. It confused her. She didn’t know which side was him.

He walked back and held out his arm for her. She stood up and took it, following him out of the tavern. “Now, surely you know the rules of the sea.”

“I’m afraid I do not, Captain.” Marinette sighed, letting him stroll her around the port.

“If I let you on my ship… it’s bad luck and a capital offense to have a woman on board.” Chat Noir cleared his throat and stopped, turning her around to face him.

“So, you’ll have to leave me.” Marinette peered down, realizing what he was saying.

“No, but you’ll need a disguise to board my ship, love.” Chat Noir touched beneath her chin and raised her saddened gaze to his. “We’ll be needing clothes for ya.” He winked at her and watched a smile appear on her lips.

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