#a pirates life for us

[ezraholmes]

pirate!schlatt x crew!nurse!reader

chapter 1

yipeee wrote a chapter, this is mainly charcater introduction but idk more interesting than just that I hope!

if you haven’t already read the prologue here

word count : 1k ish

cw: mention of injury, mention of death

8 years later, you find yourself still on board the mighty ship you boarded all those years ago. You had grown and matured with the ship that now sported a fair few scratches and missed a plank or too up on deck. The important bit was that you made it, and no longer concealed, you were a pirate! Or as close to being one as a woman could get, you were resident doctor on board the chuckler, a small room beneath deck filled with makeshift beds and vials of medicinal potions; the room was yours, although many a day you spent sharing with unwell pirates. You sat on the edge of one of the crates that formed a bed. Applying some concoction of Caribbean amenities onto a nasty wound upon the boatswains right foot. A wedge of golden light enlarged as the decrepit door of the dimly lit room was pushed further open. Your eyes stayed on your patient, having learned your lesson after a few unfortunate incidents. A humm left your lips, your way of enquiring to your mystery guest. Your question was answered by a firm hand on your shoulder, followed by Schlatt's gruff voice: ‘You almost done?’ Slicing through the mild silence as if with a knife, his violent demeanour was ever present. ‘Yeah. Just let me dress the wound,’ you replied, your voice soft as ever. You reached for the bandage from the crate to your left. Gently stretch it out before wrapping it several times around the foot before you. You could feel Schlatt's eyes on you, him observing how tender and careful you were with every movement. His eyes were following you as if you were the brightest thing in the room, as if you cast everything else into shadow. You slit the end of the bandage and fastened it tight before helping the boatswain to his feet and assisting him out the door. You waved him out of the room and closed the door behind him, turning then to light the candle sitting by your bed. Sitting down next to your newly lit candle, legs dangling from the side of your raised bed, sheets crinkled and faded from years of use. Only then did you look st schlatt, giving him your full attention. He looked down at you, seemingly taking his time choosing his words but in truth admiring the sparkle in your eye and the way you looked at him as if you were equals. As if he wasn’t a cutthroat pirate and you weren’t a well-informed medic. ‘Captain thinks there's a ship up ahead, he says, briefing in 10’ It saddened you the way he referred to his own father with such formality. A ship up ahead meant a raid, you sighed. As much as you enjoyed the pirate life, you knew how Schlatt would throw himself into battles. He would fight to the end. Thankfully, that ‘end’ hadn’t yet been his end. You and Schlatt had grown even closer over your years at sea, a combination of your already-formed bond and the fact that everyone else on the ship was a good few years older, well into their 30’s. He knew how much you despised the wholeheartedness he applied to battle; he knew you spent their time at battle sitting worriedly on your bunk waiting, hoping for his return. This was probably the only reason he hadn’t yet come a cropper. Saving himself for you. He was the only reason you joined this ruddy ship, and he wouldn’t leave you here alone. 

Minutes later, Schlatt broke the silence that had overcome the both of you. ‘We better go,’ he offered you a hand, and he helped lever you out of your bed. Your hands lingered in each other's grasp a little longer than anticipated before falling back to their owners sides. He followed you out of the room, unbeknownst to you, his hand hovering just off the small of your back as you made your way up the ship's rickety stairs and up onto the top deck. The fresh sea air is a relief to your lungs after the damp, smelly interior or the ocean vessel. You let Schlatt take the lead, and you followed him to the gathering of men around the helm of the ship. A man you knew as Zame passed schlatt a tankard of rum, watching you almost judgingly as you seated yourself atop an empty barrel. Schlatt stood himself behind you, a protective hand on your shoulder. Being the only female on a ship of middle-aged men led to more than your fair share of sexual advances, and Schlatt knew how much you disliked the attention. He acted as somewhat of a guardian angel with the way he shot angry glares at anyone looking your way, even a little too long. The captain stood on the raised platform of the ships wheel and explained the vague plan. Himself Schlatt and Gart were to be the front line of attack, and so on and so forth. Our pirates were skilled, usually taking our whole ship with only one or two casualties and very rarely fatalities; as far as you were aware, your ship was known ocean wide. Yet still, before any raid or attack, there were the nerves bouncing around your head and making light in your stomach. The uneasy feeling knowing the possibility of schlatts demise. In your head, you were friends, but you’d been devoid of social norms for the last 8 years, not having seen the proper functions of love interests and feelings. Not being taught the difference and how friends acted. Schlatt was always touchy with you, feeling the need to always have some part of himself connected to you when in your general vicinity, and vice versa. You hadn’t yet realised the strength of your relationship, and yet with every clash of swords, you feared the end of it.

You could see the other ship drawing nearer, and with a soft exchange of words, you were sent back to your room to cross your fingers and wait for your friends return. 

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Ummm yipeee, I have an idea for plot so just hold tight :)

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[tariah23]

Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess

[razzafrazzle]

my love for foppish fictional men truly knows no bounds

[image description: two drawings focusing on flavio from paper mario: the thousand-year door. the first picture of flavio singing, drawn in a simple, sketchy style. the second drawing is a comic. the first panel shows mario and goombella sitting across from flavio, who has a dreamy expression on his face and is saying, "we shall gather a crew and set off on a journey of romance!". the second panel is of goombella replying by saying "yknow that there are only male sailors in rogueport, right?", with a note below that panel saying "shes a lesbian shes just also homophobic". the third panel is of flavio looking confused, followed by the final panel of flavio in front of a rainbow background as he says "yes? does flavio stutter??". end id]

[natotally]

Page 11, the end card!

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[repmet]

firstprince + music

[insp]

[stargirl-and-potts]

Stede couldn’t let Ed talk to him about Lowe’s death because he still thinks he needs to be able to handle the blood on his face! He still wants to prove he’s a man! He thinks that a man defends his crew, his love, his space, with his sword; and he can’t let Ed ask him about it so gently, because he’ll end up sobbing in a bathtub under a robe. And he’ll defend Ed’s right to do that any day, but he is not prepared to fall apart, not when he’s spent the whole season trying to be Ed’s pirate prince, with the beard and the sword and the ruthlessness. Ed’s telling him he doesn’t need that — that he wants the sparkly, golden Stede whose strength is in saving, not killing. But Stede isn’t ready to see what Ed sees — to give up his own dream yet.

[swampstew]

I've been unwell since last year and it's entirely due to stress☠️

[kacievvbbbb]

Remebered that before the strawhats went to Skypea Mihawk was drawn carrying Luffy’s second wanted poster and Zoro’s first on his way to Mary Geosie. And was shown to be visibly suprised when he left and they already had new posters again which makes me think that he was on his way to deliver the posters to a certain Red head after his meeting and them being such menaces fucked up his plans.

But I think if it’d be cute if Mihawk just kept bringing Luffy’s and Zoro’s bounty posters to Shanks to the point that Shanks goes out of his way to avoid them cause he knows his own personal little messenger birdie will be here soon with the news.

[ethosiab]

Is this anything

[ezraholmes]

would anyone be interested in a pirate!schlatt x crew!nurse!reader

was watching one piece and my brain started cooking.

[sayxit]

Books of the SEA

[phoenix-artz]

hermitcraft percy jackson au things....

because i really need to eat this au/j

NOW A CERTAIN PIRATE IS BEING INTRODUCED!!!! YEAHHHH!!

Also some information about grian :D

And a pose i tried to do (grian moment)

[non-un-topo]

My Neekeys over the last two-odd years. I was curious to see the changes 🤔

[thepastneverforgets]

lokius modern day, no powers, meet-cute, SINGLE DAD jetski salesman au when and where

[barbieaiden]

shoutout to lucille