So I know I have another story going and that one takes priority, but I had this stuck in my head all night. It had to be written down. I'm sorry guys. It's an A/U all the way so plz cope. This is all Tweek ;)
For last 3 years I've been stuck in South Park. I hate it here, it's gross. The only upside is the beautiful ocean. With my father being the governor I had the bonus of being able to repected.
My twitches and out bursts drive me crazy, and back in England it was hard. I was just the son of a shop owner.
But somehow my dad is now here running this small island and helping run back the finest coffee beans.
My best friend sadly is my maid.
Pathetic right? Well shut up... I have anxiety.
I enjoy coming out here, the pull off the ocean each night as the moon rises. The smell of the sea, I swear I belong in the water.
My father said if I want to be in the sea, I should join the Navy.
Instead I sit at home all day tired, sad, depressed. Learning the piano, history, math, and Latin.
But at night Butters helps me escape.
I'm smaller than most guys, in fact everyone thinks I'm a tall woman. I hate it, being 17 and only 5'7". Being thin, with high cheek bones, wild blonde unruly hair, eyes the colour of grass, and pouty lips.
I get teased for it all the time. So that's why cone out here to beach, it calls me.
The waves lapping at my feet, the breeze pulling on my nightshirt, the basking in the glow of the moon. Making my skin shine like a spectral visitor as I dance among the sand.
This is where I'm free.
Tonight the moon is new, so you can't see out into the ocean, but the stars are beautiful. It's so quiet and peaceful.
BOOM!
Well it was peaceful, and panic rises as more and more of that horrid sound go off. I see Butters running to me yelling at me to get down.
I look out into the water when I see the flickers of red as more go off.
He grabs me and I'm terrified.
He's bigger than me by a long shot, 6'3" and turquoise eyes. Built like he should be a builder, not my maid.
Okay so he's not my maid, we use that son no one knows. But he's my personal bodyguard. But I digress.
"Tweek, we have to go, hide you to keep you safe. Pirates are here and they are looking for a way to get back at your dad." Pulling me along the coast.
I begin to hyperventilate, I pull my hair with my free hand. Why are they here, what did he do now?
Then I remembered, last week a boy around my age was hung for being a pirate. Blue eyes, black hair, and I'd say attractive.
We reach a small alcove and I curl into his arms.
We sit there for waht seemed like hours before I fell asleep.
I awoke to the smell of the sea, my skin feeling chapped and sticky, and freezing. The sun shining down on the two of us letting me see out into the ocean.
I wake up Butters and we head back.
The town is destroyed, people are moving bodies into piles, some are caring for wounded, while others are shackled to each other.
I start shaking again and he just pulls me closer.
"Now listen, if anyone asks why you're not at home it's because of your safety. Got it!" He said sternly making my eyes well up.
We get back to my home and it's smoking slightly, holes in the ground.
"OH MY GOD... WHAT IF MY PARENTS ARE DEAD? WHAT IF THE PIRATES ARE WAITING FOR US?" GAAAHHH, TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" Dropping to my knees, fingers in hair as bile rises from the fear I could have died.
He gets me back to the house and I stand there as he is reporting our situation. We are allowed to go inside, luckily the house was spared and the we are safe.
I over heard that the pirates got away. We get inside and my mother rushes to my side holding me and thanking butters for protecting me.
"Tweek dear, there's coffee and food in the kitchen. Eat hun, then clean up and rest. You need it." Kissing my forehead.
Butters makes me a tray and we head to my room. I strip down and use the wash basin to clean myself off. Too tired for a bath, but I don't want to get into my bed salty.
He helps me clean up and I blush. My father said one day I'll meet a nice girl and settle down, but I don't want that.
I've know for a long time that none of the ladies I've been forced to court are my cup of tea.
I crave, how should I put it.. coffee.
I know bad analogy, but the first time I saw butters naked my face heated up.
I had run to his room to escape another boring class, and when I walked in I couldn't stop staring.
His skin was so tan, a golden colour. Water dripping down his back running between his shoulder blades, down his spine, falling from his ass.
I became hard, it was terrifing. I didn't talk to him for days. When I talked to my parents my father told me to never speak of it again.
My mom, she Sadi I was fine and that when I met the right lady I'd feel the same.
It's been two years, and whenever I see a man working outside covered in sweat shirt pulled off I can't breathe.
Butters understands, he doesn't have the same feelings but he's supportive.
Well I cleaned up and put on a clean nightshirt. I climbed into my bed and ate the food I was brought.
"Please don't leave me Butters, I can not rest until I feel safe. Lay with me I beg of you." Shaking like a leaf caught in a rainstorm.
"Okay Tweek, I will but eat first it will help ya." Smile glowing brightly.
After I ate I laid down deep under the covers. Butters laid next to me and I dozed off peacefully in the fluffiness of my down bed.
I woke up to screams, the sounds of feet running, and my door bursting open. Butters had just woken up as well.
"We are here for the son of Governor Tweak. Come with us nicely and this won't have to die. Which one is it trollop?" The man said, dark brown hair and tan skin from who knows how long at sea, dark tawny eyes showing no fear.
I went to speak up, but Butters beat me to it.
"That's me sir, please don't hurt my mom." Walking slowly towards the men with swords.
Panic again began to rise, tears threatened to find new homes on my blankets, shaking got worse.
"I don't believe you, whose the woman with you?" Pointing his knife in my direction.
"No one, she's no one!"
"Well then I'll keep her, she is wonderful to look at. So small and thin." A honey blonde haired pirate said.
"McCormick, I thought ya know... Girl!"
"I don't care, I'll have fun with this one, I claimed dibs."
"No, leave her alone. Where is my father?" Butters asked still trying g to protect me.
"He's already dead, Cap'in want him alive but he's a stubborn man. Want yer maw next?"
That's it the tears flowed I hope no one saw. As Butters got closer to my mom, the one they called McCormick approached me. As he got closer his eyes became wider, "Hey fat ass.. this isn't a girl!" Grabbing me by my arm and pulling me off the bed in a shakry heap.
"So you lied to us huh? Shame!" With one quick flick he slit her throat, I puked every where.
Tugging and pulling myself free of my captor as I rushed to her side.
"Why.. oh god I'm next.. what if this is a dream from a coma.. what if I'm already dead and this is hell and I have to live it everyday?" Pulling her on my lap crying through my lashes.
"Tweek relax, I'm here. Look at me." Butter said
"If I don't help him you Captian will not be pleased. You killed his mother right in front of him. You killed his father when he wanted them alive. Spare him, we can parlay."
Before I knew it I was being torn from my mother, bound and gagged, and tossed over a shoulder.
"Ya know, for a boy you sure are pretty." McCormick said walking behind me pulling a calm butter in tow. I began to struggle, I was not dying now dammit.
"Hey Butters, tell your man to relax or he's next." The heavy one said.
"He has anxiety issues, he can't just relax " trying to explain.
"Kenny, fix this little shit. His bones are digging into my skin. Cap'in Tucker will want to talk to this one."
I looked at Butters as tears fell, then I heard Kenny give the fine. I see the hilt of a sword coming towards me as I am bashed in the head.
Darkness is all I see.
So not sure if anyone will read this but I needed a pirate fic and bad. I'll update as I can, like I said before this was stuck in my brain and I tried finding a good one with no luck hope it's okay.