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Day 13: Fish Hooks

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Llyr and the Pirates - Day 13

Day 13: Fishhooks

For @amonthofwhump​‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Alright, a little late, but a longer part today as promised! The real good whump is coming tomorrow, but I accidentally wrote too much ominous dialogue to fit it in.

Oh, and this is the second whumper I’ve named after a knight of the round table; someone please stop me now lol Tag list: @spiffythespook​, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog​, @insanitywishes​, @whumpingonarainyday​ Content warnings: manhandling/noncon touching, threats of death

They stepped through a doorway and came out right in the area Llyr had entered through just earlier, and he could see both Ray and Hugh, halfway across the sand, now staring up at the unexpected company.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” the man in front of Llyr said, “how may I help you this fine evening? You look like you might be lost.” 

Ray made eye contact with the man, but turned its eyes to Llyr for just a second, shooting a concerned glance.

“Well, we’ve just crashed on the beach nearby and were looking for shelter and a missing crew member, but I see that you found him before we did. I’m really sorry if he’s done anything to offend you, but if you let him go now we’ll get out of your hair and I’ll handle him from there.” Ray said, face held in a blank mask of compliance even though fear and anxiety were hidden just beneath. 

“Mmh…” the man seemed to consider it for a moment, looking both other humans up and down. “...what did you say your names were?” Hugh and Ray shared a quick glance.

“We didn’t…” Hugh started, obviously considering questioning this person before realizing what a disadvantage he had in that situation. “...I’m Hugh Williams.”

“And I’m Captain Raymond Bates of The Thief’s Halyard.”

“Thief’s Halyard,” the man parroted thoughtfully, “Yes, that does sound right.”

“The name is only exaggerated of course,” Ray amended, waving his hands in front of him. “Keeps others from mistaking us for weaklings, though we try not to make a habit of outright thievery…”

“Raymond, I’m not sure I agree with you. I found the name fitting, really, considering how this little one seemed dead set on stealing right out from under our noses tonight, weren’t you?” It turned to Llyr, giving a wide, predatory smile.

“No, I didn’t,” he grumbled, “I thought it was abandoned. I just wanted to get dry.” 

“Oh, but apparently getting dry also involves digging through the chests of current residents to steal their possessions,” it responded dryly, and Llyr narrowed his eyes.

“I didn’t do that,” he insisted, “and I wouldn’t have even had the chance to before you all found me.”

“Really? So if I searched your pockets, you’re sure I wouldn’t find anything in there that proves what you did?” It turned to him with a curious tilt of the head and he paused. It felt like a trap. A dirty trick where he’d be found guilty whether he confessed or not. But he genuinely hadn’t taken anything from them, so there was no way to prove it in the first place.

So then why did this human still look so satisfied with itself?

“I. Didn’t. Do. Anything.” Llyr huffed through gritted teeth, and he felt the grip around his arms tighten.

“Alright, okay. We’re just going to make sure you’re telling the truth.” It raised its hands in a mocking surrender before gesturing to one of his men. It was shorter than Llyr, and possibly even shorter than Ray, but it still looked like it could snap his arm in two with the flick of a finger.

It wasted no time in checking his pockets, reaching first into the one in his shirt, then the ones in his pants. Llyr squirmed the whole way through, trying to get away from the invasive hands, but he was braced against someone else’s chest behind him, allowing the quick search. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the hands left, only to see something long, metallic, and shiny in the man’s hand. What the hell?

“Look familiar?” it held the chain up, metal glinting in the light of the lantern. There was a pendant hanging at the bottom that it grabbed and squinted at to read. “There’s an engraving here that reads… oh, huh. It’s your name, captain.”

Llyr’s breath catches in his throat as the leading man, the so called ‘captain’, leans over behind him. “Would you look at that? ‘Gawain Davis,’ it says. My precious, prized locket indeed.” it said, a thin frown across its face. “I keep that in my personal quarters at all times. You filthy wretch; did your foolish captain really send you snooping around in there?” Gawain asked, but Llyr was still staring in disbelief at the locket. He hadn’t stolen that, obviously, but he hadn’t even noticed anyone putting it in his pocket. It was the captain’s own too; did he have this planned the whole time?

“Knew it,” Hugh muttered, almost too quietly to hear, “Come on, Ray, we’re going. Leave the kid to the sharks and we’ll go find Mabel.” It tugged on Ray’s elbow, and Llyr looked up, shooting both of them a pleading glance. He didn’t want to die, and no matter their intentions, they hadn’t wanted him to either. They couldn’t leave him with these ruthless humans.

“No. We’re not leaving him. I don’t believe what Sir Gawain is saying,” it mocked the name specifically, but he wasn’t sure why, “because I didn’t order any of this. We crashed here on a smaller craft and need a dry place to sleep. I’m sure that’s what Llyr was thinking too.”

“Is that all you needed, then?” Gawain asked, contemplatively. Ray hesitated.

“...yes.” 

“Oh, we’re definitely open to helping, then, if that’s your problem!” it said, tone of voice flipped completely on its head, but his face still stone cold and impassive. Without warning, it reached for the sword around its waist, drew it, and laid the blade flat across Llyr’s neck. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. This was it.

“Stop it! What the hell are you doing?!” Ray shouted, shifting its weight anxiously between feet. It looked like it was seconds away from taking off towards him, but was only held back by the threat held tight against Llyr’s throat.

“If you want him to live, you will stand completely still and hold your hands out, palms up.” Gawain commanded, voice chillingly cool again within a matter of seconds. The crew members that had been standing back came forward then, chains and manacles in their hands, just like the pair they’d forced on Llyr. 

Part of him wanted to whine and shout that it wasn’t worth it; they should just leave him to die and let that be the end of it… but the other part of him knew he wasn’t that brave.

No, that wasn’t it. He just didn’t care so much about these humans. Justifiably, too. One had already hurt him, and one was clearly planning to. So if they had to stay here and suffer with him, he wouldn’t be so upset.

He looked up to see Ray hesitantly holding out its hands, confusion and fear still clouding its eyes, but Hugh didn’t seem to be relenting just yet. It looked like it was about to bolt even as the sailors approached, and as soon as it seemed like they might try and force it into the cuffs, it did run. 

“Fuck this, I don’t care about the brat! Kill him if you wanna, I don’t care I don’t care-!” It only made it a few meters before two people were on it, wrestling it into the sand and wrenching a pained shout from it. When they finally secured the chains and lifted Hugh from the ground, Llyr saw that it’d landed directly on a splintering piece of wood and scratched up its chest which was now beading up with blood.

He stood very still now that both of the others had been restrained and the sword was still pressed against his neck. He expected it to cut in at any moment, bleeding him dry on its blade, but instead Gawain pulled it away and sheathed it, clean of blood.

“What do you want from us?” Ray asked, looking at Llyr, then back to the captain.

“From you? Nothing, really. I’ll give you your nice, dry night of sleep, but before that, both of you need to be taught a lesson on lying to a nobleman,” it scoffed, but that name didn’t mean very much to Llyr. Ray held its ground as well.

“I didn’t lie to you, and neither did he.”

“Do you have anything to genuinely prove that? Both of you seem to be spitting accusations and forgetting the locket I had to fish out of this brat’s pocket.” Gawain smiled when Ray didn’t respond, and took hold of the chain between Llyr’s wrists. 

“You being a nobleman means nothing,” it tried again, but even it seemed to realize this was futile. Hugh shook its head in disappointment.

“Oh, it doesn’t mean anything out on the open seas, of course. But if I were to take you back to the palace I’m not so sure they’d be so merciful to a lot of pirates like yourselves. You could all be dead right now. So, be grateful.”

Gawain yanked on the chain again and Llyr stumbled behind him to outside the ship where, surprisingly, the rain had nearly stopped. It was more of a mist through the air that dotted the landscape. The sun wasn’t up quite yet, but it was already lighter than it had been earlier. 

It led him over to a wet, puddling, sandy patch near the ship, seemingly testing it with its foot before deeming it alright for Llyr to stand on. Gawain looked up to the deck above where… there were ropes lowering down. What were those for? Who had set them up?

“Hands up, over your head,” it commanded, and he looked around shakily. The ropes were lower now, and on the edges there were sharp hooks, like fishhooks but larger, sharper, and more menacing. He swallowed nervously, raising shaky hands.

“What- what are those for?” 

“They’re to pull you out when we’re done.” it replied, simply, and he gave a puzzled look. Pull him out of what, exactly?

Llyr glanced around himself, feeling the sand shift and squish below his feet. It took him a few more seconds to realize he was sinking alarmingly quickly into it, but the panic only set in when he realized-

He couldn’t pull his feet out.

Next part

[susiequaz12]

Fish- 13: Fishhooks

What do I do when I can’t sleep? I write I guess. Here’s day 13 of @amonthofwhump‘s May challenge. This was pretty fun to write, so here you go.

Content Warning: uhh, more stress position, it’s whump with fishhooks, so it’s basically Alik’s turn to just be super mean. Some blood and stuff.

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Fish couldn’t breathe. At least that’s what it felt like. His arms and shoulders were throbbing, and every slight movement only made things infinitely worse. The captain scared the daylights out of him, that was true. But somehow, when he gave the crewmen permission to do whatever to him, that seemed infinitely worse.

Sweeney stood behind Alik as he came to stand in front of the boy, hands on his hips. He walked around him, towards the back where all the fishing equipment was kept.

“What are- what are you gonna do?” Fish asked in a shaky voice. He tried to turn himself around to see as he heard the clanking of metal from behind him. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large, bent piece of metal, sharp on one end with a few other hooks sticking out towards the point and a piece of rope coming from the top.

Alik came to stand in front of Fish and raised the piece of metal in front of his face.

“Do you know what this is, Fish?” Alik asked.

“It’s- it’s a-”

“It’s a fish hook. For sharks. Big fish, it’s for catching really big fish.” 

With his foot, Alik kicked over the crate that was lying on the ground and climbed on top of it. He brought the hook behind Fish’s head, and he felt the cold metal against the back of his neck. 

“Guess what you are?”

Fish didn’t respond, a trickle of goosebumps trailing down his back. 

“Guess.” He grabbed his head by the chin to hold it still as the boy tried to pull away from the sharp object.

The boy sighed. “A- a fish?” 

“That’s right.” Alik stated. “You’re a really big fish. And what do we catch fish with? Sweeney?” 

Sweeney didn’t move, keeping his arms folded across his chest. “With fishhooks.” He blatantly stated.

The cold metal dug into the back of his neck, the point of the hook threatening to puncture his skin. 

“That’s right.” Alik stated. “With fishhooks.” 

Fish winced as the metal pressed further, the tip of the hook digging into the side of his neck, and then Alik turned it towards the side. As it turned, the barbs near the point scraped across the side of his neck and Alik tugged it forward, lodging the giant metal hook around the boy’s neck.

He cried out as the hook cut into his skin, hissing through his teeth as blood broke through and trickled down his chest and shoulders. If he felt like he couldn’t breath before, this instantly made it worse. As much as his head wanted to fall to his chest, he held it upright, the thick metal hook restricting his movement. 

Fish could hear from behind as Alik rummaged around for a few other things. He came back around to the front, holding what looked to be a regular tackle box.

“Now, that hook is meant for catching the big fish-” He rummaged around the box, pulling out a few things and holding them up. “But these little ones, can cause the real pain.” He held one up in front of Fish’s eyes, instantly growing wider. “You see, they have all these tiny barbs,” Alik moved one to the fleshy part of the boy’s stomach. “They can really dig in there, and make it harder to get them out. Kinda painful actually.” 

With the nimble fingers of a fisherman he dug the point of the fishhook into the fabric of his shirt, right near his bellybutton. 

“Now-” Alik stated. “Don’t move.” 

Alik took a few more fishhooks and did the same as the first one. He dug them into the fabric of his shirt, around his shoulders, along the waistband of his shorts, down his legs. 

Fish was shaking. Each new fishhook came with the anticipation of being poked, prodded, having that metal digging into his skin. As much as he tried to hold still to avoid that, he couldn’t help but tremble. The weight of his body and the chains and metal dragging his arms further towards the ground.

Alik stepped back and laughed. Fish’s eyes were shut tight, gentle tears rolling down his face. He let out a yelp as Alik grabbed the rope attached to the shark hook and pulled.

Fish swung back and forth, the chains rattling above him and a few squeaks escaped his mouth as he felt the pricks of a few fishhooks. Alik laughed again. “I said don’t move.” 

“Please- stop, I-” 

He was interrupted by more laughter. Soon enough Alik waved Sweeney over, and without having to climb on the box, he reached up and disconnected the chains from the ceiling. Fish groaned out as he crashed to the floor, his body striking the ground with a harsh thud. He bit back cries as a few fishhooks poked deeper into his skin. He lay there helpless, his arms as heavy as lead, feet still chained together.

“Look at him,” Alik stated. “He really does look like a fish.” He laughed. “Pathetic.” 

He bent down on his knees in front of where Fish lay on the floor. He grabbed the rope attached to the shark hook and twisted it around his hand a few times. He yanked it upwards, forcing the boy into a sitting position. Weak hands groped at the metal around his neck, but his arms had no strength left to do anything more than make weak protests. 

“Hmm, what’s next Sweeney? What do you think?” 

Fish mumbled feeble pleas as Alik and Sweeney conversed. He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation. He was just so tired- he hadn’t eaten in a few days- he was thirsty, and his back felt wet and sticky from the blood that had been trailing down it. His t shirt slumped around his shoulders, threatening to fall off his shaking frame. 

Fish screamed out sharply as Alik gave a harsh tug on the large fishhook. He felt a new trickle of blood forming, as his body lurched forward and the hook dug further into the soft skin of his neck. Alik bent down towards him, leaning in close. 

“I have an idea.”

[nywcgirl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Alternate Universe, merboy Mac, water whump 2020, ww-no.13 Series: Part 13 of May whump 2020 Summary:

Mac hopes he once gets to see a human, little does he know he will meet one up close.