#lieutenant lesaro

[its-night-again]

Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

- Salazar to Lesaro at some point.

[kyraghosty]

{~} Death {~}

« W-What are you ?! »

« Death »

⁃ Captain Armando Salazar

I think it has been a long time since the last time I drew Captain Salazar on digital…

This fanart has to be my new favorite drawing so far… Not only I love how it loo, But I also think I finally found an art style I love !

And of course there’s a little animation with it :3

Creepy yet badass, that’s what I love xD !

Anyways, time to be inactive again 🫡

Have a Good night / good day !

[esgiletheblack]

Lieutenant Lesaro

[compassfreed]

New Muses to interact with as I get this blog changed over and a muse page made which wont happen until Monday due to me NOT having access to my laptop.

1. Lieutenant Guillermo Lesaro

2. Officer Nico Cortez

3. Officer Emilio Santos

4. Capítan Armando Salazar (Main Muse)

[tockamybeloved]

A look at Chapter 41

“Does he speak to Death?”

“¿Qué?” Lesaro’s head rose, breaking his mind free from a blurred stare starting to develop under his hand along the polished wood grain of María Silenciosa’s gunwale. Even the night’s half-moon reflected her shine there, and slowly he pulled away. 

“Does he speak to Death?” The boy repeated, standing rather relaxed but itching at the collar by his ear. 

Lesaro followed the inquisitive look of the ship’s page at his side. Their view rested on one man who stood unwavering in the shadow’s edge of the lantern light on the quarterdeck. 

Ah. Does Capitán Salazar speak to Death? Often, he answered himself.

The canvas above snapped alive and urged the ship to lean starboard, sending a harsh line of orders from the helm to correct their course. In that moment it appeared the stars moved with grace and speed and Guillermo Lesaro allowed a small smile to form his lips. 

“I guess the question is,” the page crossed his arms respectively having prided himself on engaging the Lieutenant in such a profound discourse. “Does Capitán Salazar fear Death? Does he fear his Judgment?” 

Or believe anymore in either, Lesaro’s thoughts continued. “Munoz,” turning back to look out over the dark sea, “Capitán Salazar fears nothing.”

“Of course you would say that,” he laughed. “I imagine Saint Peter himself will be asking pardon when they meet. And Hell is too full of pirates to accept him!”

Lesaro’s narrow glare struck down from a darkened eye and the boy immediately grew pale. 

“I…my apologies Lieutenant. I meant no disrespect,” dipping low his head. 

“No.” Lesaro spoke forgivingly. How many others on this ship might have sons the same age as this boy? He wanted to reach out and tousle the boy’s hair as if it were his own child. He held back. 

“No I suppose you did not. But back to your post.”

With a tip to his hat the page disappeared into the darkness and Lesaro returned to previous thoughts: Of lying in a sun-soaked golden field, then sharply to an unholy smoke filled battle, until finally resting on memories of a rocky shoreline and the prickled feeling of a starfish slowly walking across his open palm, and the beguiling eyes of the woman who first placed it in his hand.

[lieutenantlesaro2]

"I have a present for your Captain as well, where is he?"

"He is in his cabin, cara gris," Lesaro explains, "a place you should not be."

[tache-noire]

Hey yo if Salazar has Lesaro do stuff like hold his spyglass for him, do you think he puts his hair up in that little bun for him too? Cause that would be cute.

[lieutenantlesaro]

if they could meet/talk to one person, dead or alive, who would it be?  what would they say to them?

This is a tough one lol. I see two potential options.

He'd probably ask his father why. Why turn to piracy? Why abandon his wife and child? He had everything Lesaro wants, yet gave it up without a second thought.

Alternatively, he'd tell his former fiancé that he loves her and that he never intended for what happened at the Triangle. He'd even give up hunting pirates if it meant he could have more time with her, more time with the woman he loved.

[steps-to-parnassus]

Chapter 10 of Tilting at Windmills is up!

I got some meaningful feedback expressing concern about our dear Lieutenant Lesaro which had quite an impact on me. I love the interpretation of him as a cinnamon roll as much as the next person, but he’s also very much a professional soldier who has been party to the deaths of thousands throughout his lifetime and bound by a vicious curse. So, I want to work harder going forward to capture the internal dissonance between those two facets of his character.

But aside from that...going into this chapter, I wanted to try my hand at some writing inspired by the classic romances and tales of chivalry, and I think that paired really well with Lesaro, the white knight of the Silent Mary.

Hope you all enjoy! :)

[montmartre-parapluie]

The Long Incoherent Thank-You Post For @CaptainSigge

This is shamefully overdue, but - I HAVE to post a little thank you for the lovely @captainsigge online, because she sent me the BEST parcel ever. A while ago I was clearing out my dress-up wardrobe, and she very kindly accepted a couple of things from me as I made room for more.

She then proceeded to BLOW my little mind with the amazing array of goodies she sent!

PLUSHY LESARO, my friends. She sent me the legendary PLUSHY Lieutenant Lesaro that she spent so much time and effort on! The UNIFORM detail! the stunningly embroidered eye! the gorgeous fluffy hair!!

(my face on receiving this magical parcel of wonder)

And NOT only that, guys - she sent me not 1, but 2 beautiful, carefully rendered resin-cast replicas! One of them is a gorgeous, meticulously painted screen-accurate one - and it even has this lovely little hidden painting of a starry constellation, hidden in the lid.

The other one is... amazing. So much so I think my sister will probably steal it for her Redd the Pirate cosplay! It's this lovely shimmering clear resin filled with soft pink flowers and golden glitter, and its the the most beautiful thing you could ever desire to keep your magical compass in, EVER.

And a beautifully sewn 18th century pocket you can see above (NICER THAN MINE, DUDE! I'm going to have to up my sewing standards!) AND a lovely matching resin cast jewellery set (probably ALSO going to be stolen by my sister)

AND so many Finnish goodies (not pictured, because they had mostly er, evaporated by this time. we are not known for our self-restraint when it comes to delicious snacks in my house)

So because I am a nerd who happened to have a lot of vaguely 18th century doll furniture lying around, you get some daft pictures of Plushy Lesaro getting some much needed R&R:

After the long journey across the seas, what better way for el Teniente to relax than with some tea and cake?

Once rested, Lesaro happily re-unites with his uncursed Capitan once more - although Salazar appears to have shrunk in the wash, somewhat...

And he then finishes the day by getting to sleep in a glorious 18th century four poster bed courtesy of American Girl's Felicity...

Thank you SO much, @captainsigge! I am so lucky to count you as a friend!

[gothersblog]

Finally, I had time to continue my project, my crows as PotC characters 8D

[its-night-again]

Rewatching specific scenes from Dead Men Tell no Tales and I forgot just how absolutely done with Armando's temper Lesaro looks like when he says "there's no mercy" and nods towards the pirates.

As soon as he turns around and walks away, humming, Lesaro looks like an 18th century version of the exhausted Ben Affleck meme.

My headcanon is that he tried to tell Armando so many times that this endless revenge, this obsessive pursuit would be their doom and this scene happened so many times throughout the years that he can barely contain himself at times like these.

[esgiletheblack]

Salazar and lieutenant Lesaro turn into two bad bitches with ship guns)They don’t change the gender,only dressed like bdsm-girls)

[kathaariawrites]

Sucia - Lieutenant Lesaro x Reader (NSFW)

I’m not okay, please stop asking. This piece will send me to hell, I’m sure of it. Self-indulgent but also very important NSFW piece for my beloved lieutenant. Someone please turn the A/C on.

I think I got a bit carried away with the Spanish but uh...only the best for this man. Translations at the end.

This is for our shared thirst, @captainsigge. Get some water.

“Te has portado muy mal, señorita.”

The words had you freezing. Lieutenant Lesaro looked at you with a very mischievous look in his good eye and you sincerely thought there was no worse place to be at the moment. It hadn’t been long since the crew of La Maria Silenciosa had rescued you on their way back to Cádiz from a pirate ship. You were headed back to Spain after visiting your sister in Saint Martin when it happened, the ship’s crew losing a bloody battle and taken prisoner when the shouts of “Spanish navy” woke you from your slumber and before you knew it you were aboard the famed ship of capitán Salazar.

That had been a little over a week ago and now you were less than 5 days away from Spanish shores again. Over time, you learned that the capitán’s first hand - and trusted man - teniente Lesaro was a kind soul amongst a life you had no idea if you could endure yourself. As kind as he could be anyways. Truth be said, you had never met a man from the Armada and avoided being around them as much as you could as they all seemed exceedingly scary to you. The capitán was no exception but the lieutenant had something...different about him.

Lieutenant Lesaro had a stern air around him, you would never deny that after seeing how he commanded the ship easily, the practice of a man born to do what he did. The crew were back after their alleged curse had been broken and it seemed that whatever had happened in the years they were gone had bonded them very close to each other and therefore reprimands and pointless arguments seemed useless and rare now.

In this moment, however, you stood in the lieutenant’s quarters after being delivered a message by officer Moss.

“The lieutenant wishes to see you and I am to escort you there.”

Earlier that day you had misstepped and how foolish had you been to believe that he would let that slip. Your curiosity had led you to disobey an order directly from him and the captain and wandered on the ship when you should not have, in the middle of a combat. Fortunately nothing had happened to you but there was something in the eyes of the lieutenant that promised fire later, when everything was calmer. This was later.

Officer Moss had knocked on the door and announced your presence, leaving soon after. That is where you stood now.

“Perdón, teniente, but I do not know what you speak of.”

“You take me for a fool. You disobeyed an order given to you, by me, in front of my men. Put my authority in check…”, he rambled as he went to the door and locked it. “No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección.”

You shivered at his words, the tension that had been building between you and the man over the days you spent on the ship was so thick now that you could slice through it with a knife. The air got hot, his cabin seemed on fire.

“Esta noche me obedecerás, [Y/N].” You jumped as you heard his voice behind you, so close to your right ear. His hands reached for the top part of your dress and you could only watch as he released the pins, removing it with ease. The skirts were next and you felt them grow loose until they dropped to the floor and you were left almost bare for him. “¿Comprendes?”

“Sí…”

“‘Sí’ what?”

“Sí, teniente.”

You were rewarded with a kiss to your neck, followed by a moment where you could only feel his breath against your skin. He finished undressing you in no time, his big hands holding you by your waist. “Such beauty...do you enjoy teasing me señorita? Do you enjoy challenging me?” A gasp as he touched your breast. “Answer me.”

“No…”

“No? I think you are lying to me, [Y/N].” He dragged you with him as he sat down on his bed, placed under a curtain for added privacy. “And liars do deserve some punishment, don’t you think?”

He laid you across his lap and you held your breath. You had no idea where that side of him came from but your mind was numb from excitement, from pleasure. It was your first time with a man and the little dance you were doing around each other was coming to an end, culminated into this.

His first strike on your rear took a gasp from you. He followed it with a caress to soothe the abused skin but did not stop there as another one soon followed. And another. And another. An order to count them barely filtered through the fog in your brain but you managed to count every single strike. It took 20 for him to be satisfied but you skin seemed on fire after the session. He proved to you why he was the lieutenant to such a strict captain.

“¿Y esto qué es?” His finger rubbed against your core, spreading your juices around and you shivered. “Did you enjoy your punishment, [Y/N]?” A dark chuckle escaped his lips and sent another shiver through your body as you nodded. “A lot more than one would deem appropriate, it seems.” He toyed with you for a while longer until he seemed satisfied with the soft moans escaping you. His free hand worked on his trousers to free his erection and he sighed in relief. “On your knees. Now.”

The tone used did not leave you with many options but it seemed you did not need to think twice as your body moved without resistance. You stared up at him from between his legs, your [E/C] eyes meeting his dark ones and a primal part of you enjoyed immensely how wide his pupils were. Pleasure. 

“Look at you…” His thumb pressed against your lip and he hummed. “Staring at me from there, where you belong. ¿Te gusta, eh?” He chuckled again, one hand pumping his member as he kept staring at you. “A proper Spanish lady on her knees for me. I wonder what the other officers would think if they were to come here right now, to see their precious señorita [L/N] glistening, moist and eager on her knees for me.”

You let out a moan, the thought exciting you in whole new ways. This was not the first time the lieutenant did this, he knew the buttons to press and you were astounded to find you were reacting so well to him.

“Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes.”

You nodded and obeyed, moaning with him as his member entered your mouth. He stood up then and got rid of his shoes, pants and undergarments and your hands held onto his thighs. Your eyes closed as you tasted him, felt his weight on your tongue and he seemed to be as overwhelmed as you were as he did not move for a bit. His hand found your [H/C] strands and patted you a bit. “Buena chica…”

You wanted to smile at the praise but it was soon forgotten as he began to move, gripping your hair for more leverage. Slowly at first so you could get used, picking up speed as he went.

As his hands held you in place and he pushed further you gagged, taking all of him in your mouth. He moaned loud and pulled back, removing himself from your mouth and dragging you to the nearby mirror. “Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable?”

You shook your head, staring at your red face and drool on your chin. “No, teniente.”

“Eres tan sucia. Pues,” He shoved himself into your mouth again, “siga mirándote. I want you to see yourself as you take me in.” You moaned as he forced your head on the mirrors direction, his member forcefully hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. The sight and sounds of it, so dirty, had you numb with pleasure. You felt his thrusts grow erratic, his moans louder until he pulled your head fully to him and soon he filled your mouth.

You moaned and choked. At the depth he had released, you had no option but to swallow and that by itself seemed to please him enough, but your instincts had you cleaning him. “You didn’t waste a single drop...well done.”

Smiling up at him, you stood up. His arms found your waist again and he kissed you, deep and needy. A reward, a part of your mind told you. For behaving well, doing what you’re told.

Your body hit the mattress not late after that, his soon following. His lips were still on yours as he sat up and pulled you up with him, your hands undressing him fully, vest and shirt alike. When his mouth found your neck, your hands found his chest and you couldn’t help but wonder why this man, this spectacular man, would choose you. Surely he was experienced, surely he had someone waiting for him in Cádiz? A wife, children?

“You think too much, querida.” He kissed your cheek then, stroking the other one with his right hand and smiling gently as he looked into your eyes. “What’s bothering you?”

“Why me?”, you blurted out and blushed and how sudden it sounded. “Don’t you have...someone? In Cádiz?”

“Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa?” He laughed at the indignant face you put, a pout on your lips. “There’s no one. There hasn’t been someone in years, señorita. This...experience is fruit of my years on a ship. I’m afraid we don’t always have the luck to find someone special while we are young.”

“But I’m glad to have found you”, he kissed your hand. “If you will have me, that is.”

“Teniente…” You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Estás…”

“Yes, I am. I want to speak to your father when we reach Spain. I wish to marry you. It may be too soon but I have never felt this for anyone, not a single soul. You enthrance me, señorita.”

“I...yes. ¡Sí! ¡Me caso con usted.”

His smile could have lit the room and he kissed you again, passionately. “Then I believe you have the right to call me Guillermo.” You tested his name on your tongue and he seemed to like the sound of it, a whisper of ‘sí, mi amor’ and a kiss soon following.

Laying on the bed, his hands resumed their exploration of your body. “You are still being punished, señorita, do not forget that.” His mouth found your breasts and he showered them with attention. Biting, sucking, licking, marking your skin to show his status. You were his now.

The air in the room was hot, burning, your lungs almost struggled to draw breath in. Just like that he was back in his dominant mode, peppering your body with kisses and a few bites here and there until he reached your thighs. He spread them, big hands holding your legs open for him as he decided it was time to repay you for earlier. You blushed hard, your face on fire as he took you in. “Still this wet for me.”

His tongue tasted you and you gasped so loud your body jumped on the bed. A chuckle was his reply as he kept working on you, flicking his thumb on your little bundle of nerves as his tongue found your entrance. He was eating you out and God was he good at it.

Perhaps it was the lack of experience from your part or the excess of experience on his part but it took a surprising short time for you to reach your climax, the first one you ever had, causing your back to arch. He hummed and drank your juices, licking them off his lips before resuming his attention. He brought you climax upon climax with no hurry in the world until you were left limp, gasping and moaning incoherent things for him. Begging for him to take you.

“Are you sure, [Y/N]? There’s no turning back if we go all the way.”

You nodded, feverish and delirating with pleasure as you hugged him. He aligned his member to your core, the sheer pressure on you was almost maddening; you were still so sensitive from his mouth.

“Beg me for it then. What do you want from me?”

“You...I want you…”

“Yes? What do you want from me?”

“Please, Guillermo, please take me. Quiero ser tuya.”

He chuckled, stroking your cheek before slapping you. “Ya eres mia, [Y/N]. ¿No eres?”

You nodded and he slapped you again as you kept begging for him to take you, to please stop teasing, to claim you. He obliged, slowly entering you and giving you time to adapt once more. “So tight, [Y/N]...dios, you feel so good.”

You could barely breathe through the initial burn and pain from the stretch, not noticing until now just how big he was. He seemed made to fit you as he bottomed out, sighing in pleasure at the tightness and warmth surrounding him. As your hips moved it was the sign he needed to start his own movements, shallow and slow at first until he started pounding you into the mattress.

The sound of skin against skin was maddening, so hot and delicious to you as the music from the balls you went to in Cádiz. “Guillermo...más, dame más.”

Another slap, “You don’t give orders here, señorita. And it’s teniente.”

You were sure you were leaving imprints on the mattress, his thrusts so deep and strong that your skin tingled. Your hands reached for him and hugged him close to you, nails on his back as he growled and moaned in your ear, praising you on how well you took him, how warm and wet you were for him.

You came once again, then twice, squeezing him tight. By the third one he moaned loud, holding you tight against him and thrusting as fast as he could.

“I’ll fill you up so good. And you will take it all, don’t let a single drop out. Am I making myself clear?”

“Sí…sí teniente, sí.”

“Good girl.”

He came then, the sheer heat of it enough to rip a moan from you. His own moan was loud and he shook as he emptied in you, true to his word in filling you up. You stroked his hair as he rode through his climax, kissing his temple in thanks.

As the two of you came down from your high he plopped on the bed beside you, slowly removing himself from you and hugging your naked, overheated body against his. “Dios mio, mujer. You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

You chuckled, nuzzling your face on his neck. “I love you, Guillermo.”

“I love you too, [Y/N]. Now sleep. We have a lot to clean tomorrow.”

Spanish translations:

Te has portado muy mal, señorita = You have behaved very badly, miss

Perdón, teniente = I’m sorry, lieutenant

No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección = No more, miss. I’ll teach you a lesson

Esta noche me obedecerás = Tonight you’ll obey me

¿Comprendes? = Do you understand?

Sí = Yes

¿Y esto qué es?  = And what is this?

¿Te gusta, eh?  = You like it, huh?

Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes  = Now open your mouth and mind your teeth

Buena chica = Good girl

Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable? = Look. Look at you. Do you think you look like a respectable lady?

Eres tan sucia. Pues, siga mirándote = You’re so dirty. Well, keep looking at yourself.

Querida = Dear

Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa? = Ah, I see. Jealous?

Estás = Are you

¡Me caso con usted! = I’ll marry you!

Mi amor = my love

Quiero ser tuya = I want to be yours

Ya eres mia = You’re already mine

¿No eres? = Are you not?

Dios = God

Más, dame más = More, give me more

Dios mio, mujer = My God, woman

[tockamybeloved]

Chapter 33: The Daughter of Monterey

Approx 7800 words

Summary: Arrival in Cádiz / dinner / a long awaited conversation between Capitán and his Lieutenant. Salazar makes a confession to Teresa.

‘... Armando wanted to knock on the door for several minutes. So long in fact that the joints in the wood floor were beginning to leave indentations on the bottom of his bare feet.  ‘If you have the courage,’ Lesaro’s words echoed. She had to know. She had to know what he had done. His father’s death was justified, like so many others who perished under Salazar’s orders.  But if she were sleeping, it would be best not to disturb her.

‘That is an annulment waiting to happen if she finds out you lied.’ Even Bianca had rebuked him. 

And what did Padre Herrera have to say. It was all in the past. Forgiven. To his soul the deed was erased from history. Neither God nor the devil could hold it against him. 

It still lingered in his memory. Flashes of steel. And the power… the power he felt delivering those blows. It energized him: Spurred him on to lofty heights and to reclaim the honorable name of his family. 

She had to know.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20141158/chapters/78178187

[lieutenantlesaro2]

“Does this happen a lot?”

The lieutenant snaps to attention when he hears his captain’s voice.

He had been staring at the water, despondent to what was going on around him. Dissociating is the word, Lesaro believes.

The concern is touching, especially from his captain.

”Si, Capitàn. More often than I’d like.”