#pyratezlife (jack)

[seafavoured]

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ (vanerackham, modern gods or college - voice like that? I don’t blame you jack aldkfsj) @pyratezlife / charles.

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 & 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, even without charles there to bear witness. one hand grasped the sleek black cell to their ear, whilst the other toyed with a curl of hair and wound it idly 'round their finger. ❛ and do all the work myself? darling, who do you take me for? ❜ practically purred into the receiver as he flopped down upon the luxurious velvet chaise by the penthouse window. they draped across it, long and languid, the very picture of a fainting victorian woman captured on canvas.

❛ listen, i know you're busy fucking flint through his midlife crisis. well done, et cetera, ❜ they drawled with the sort of petulance a child might harbour upon being told no one too many times. ❛ but i ❜ i miss you. the words almost leapt from his tongue of their own volition, so eager for charles to know the truth of them. to know that his absence was not lost on the god of love. indeed, it was felt so keenly that jack lied awake at night, gnawed apart by the unknown. by the idea that charles might forsake him for all eternity.

the line was silent a moment as they worried their bottom lip betwixt their teeth and rerouted. ❛ i have all these leftovers from that thai place down the street, you know the one. ❜ of course he would. they'd had a date there when the place first opened, run by a sweet couple, elderly by now. jack had left a rather staggering tip : always keen to support a struggling mortal couple, down on their luck. ❛ we're still friends, yes? come over, chaz. have some food, watch a movie with me, tell me about your day. honestly, it's not that complicated. ❜

except that it was always complicated when it came to jack. when it came to charles & jack. but complicated was good, was interesting, was worth it. wasn't it? and yet, for all that they could seduce him with ease ... they found that it was his genuine company they missed most of all. sex, for once in a millennia's lifetime, the furthest thing from his mind. and then, tacked on as if it had slipped past his lips without consent, ❛ please. ❜

[krakensmaw]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, choking his lungs and clinging to worn leather. gun in their left hand, his right curled about the hilt of a blade still bloodied from its latest VICTIM. three more flintlock pistols sat strapped to his chest, and another at each hip. battling crewmembers parted like the sea before their approach, striding the deck with the thunk of heavy soles. ears ringing. the crack of a whip drew him in like a WHIRLPOOL.

it was a rare occurrence : for two crews to board the same vessel in their attempts to raid. there was a time blackbeard would simply have had an opposing crew slaughtered, along with the mark's. but this was edward, and this crew was special.

thunk, thunk. the crack of his pistol rang off the wood about them as he shot the navy man going toe to toe with CALICO JACK. one bullet through the skull. he dropped, bringing them face to face. ❛ hey, jack. i heard you were dead. ❜ an attempt at nonchalance even as those big brown eyes grew wet with tears. they blinked them away, stubborn. hadn't even realized he was still holding jack at the barrel of that damned pistol. not 'til the sun glinted off ed's ENGAGEMENT RING : a pretty thing. enormous, golden with diamonds and a sharp edged amethyst. it sat snug in the place where jack's ring once did.

@pyratezlife / jack & whomever else.

[vocesincaput]

“ it’s you and me, forever. no matter what. “ (jack for anne)

sacred romantic moments

A wide smile spread across Anne's face at Jack's words and she sat down across his lap, legs crossing and hanging off one side as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Leaning in and giving him a long, slow kiss before pulling back and resting her forehead against his. The wide smile still present.

"Oh Jack, you do sometimes say the sweetest things don't you." She murmured. Running a finger down his nose, his lips and then resting upon his chin as her breath ghosted over his lips.

"You ever go against that, darlin'... you know the kind of things I can do to you, don't you.." Anne chuckled, smile growing even more into a wide grin.

[phoenixduelist]

@pyratezlife

Rozy, internally and gleefully at Jack:

[littleseabird]

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

Izzy with Ed/ @krakensmaw and Jack/ @pyratezlife 's interactions can be summed up in this picture

[seafavoured]

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄, climbing all the way up to the penthouse suite. the irony was not lost on him, that the underworld's crown king should reside so close to the heavens, amidst the city of angels. a cheerful little ding ! announced their arrival, so at odds with their expression. the incessant little mortal trailed after him out the doors and all the way down the hall, rushing to match the god's strides and open the double doors to ned's penthouse suite with a cursory knock.

low, breathy laughter filtered out from the room before he'd so much as set foot inside. ❛ a mister erm, rackham? to see you, sir. ❜ jack rolled their eyes and turned with a flourish to shoo him back the way they'd came. ❛ yes, yes, very good. he has eyes, you know. now, kindly piss off. ❜ he whirled back 'round and was undeterred by the sight in front of him : ned lounging back upon the plush leather sectional, his newest means of midlife crisis nestled squarely within his lap. the spring god was draped languid against him, one arm about the other's shoulders, fingers making a mess of short silver strands. their legs were slung to one side, knees parted. an already cropped shirt rode higher up the lithe, tanned plane of his abdomen as he twisted to regard the god of love. ❛ hi jack. ❜

❛ hello edward, darling, you're looking ravishing as ever. i'll tell my brother you say hi. ❜ a brief exchange, for the sake of politeness, ere they fixed a pointed glare upon the dead king. well, more the king of riches he looked here, surrounded by expensive playthings ; the godling included.

hands perched at his hips, jack looked ever the chiding mistress. ❛ and you i hope you're pleased with yourself, for all the trouble your messy little divorce is costing me ! your ex husband is out there as we speak, fucking my god of war. ❜ my love. my charles. the thoughts jumped to the forefront of their mind, unbidden. jaw tensed, lips pursed, jack seethed. ❛ do you know what charles said to me? that we could be friends. friends ! when have we ever been friends? ❜ a vague, increasingly dramatic wave of his hand at their display, at ned and the young god in his lap currently nipping at the shell of his ear. ❛ this is your fault, i hope you know. ❜

it wasn't. it was their own. their carefree ( and careless ) spirit, and a crippling amount of commitment issues.

@pyratezlife / ned.

[seafavoured]

❛ you look good like this. ❜ @pyratezlife / charles.

𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐈𝐅 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. the veritable cherry atop the heap of shit that was his week. perhaps there was some poetic justice or irony to the situation which would prompt a smirk, days from now, when they were long since removed from it. but here and now ? he was well and truly FOCUSED on his captain's stare, and his own, immovable limbs.

bound as he was, by strips of cloth, to the bed. well and truly knotted they were, by anne's own skilled sailor's hands. arms stretched and tensed in their efforts of freedom, wrists twisting to no avail. his legs were in a similar predicament, and thus utterly unable to withdraw, to bend at the knee, to provide them with any modicum of modesty. no, he was stripped bare and still mercilessly wanting.

❛ yes, yes, laugh all you like. i'm so glad you find this amusing. ❜ heat of embarrassment joined with the heat of desire, cheeks red with it. head tipped back against the pillows, gaze flitting resolute to the ceiling where it remained. UNWILLING to focus upon charles vane nor his own desperately aching cock which twitched against their abdomen at the man's arrival. they swallowed thick, toes curled and hips stuttering just slightly from the mattress in their mindless bid for friction.

❛ be a dear and untie one of my hands, at the very least. ❜

[seafavoured]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓. hung and likely jeered at by the same men who had sworn oaths alongside him to protect the same things. to abide by the same principles. principles so easily abandoned, allies so eagerly betrayed when it suited them. jack hated them all. he would see every last one of those men answer for their crimes in the same fashion. then and only then would he turn his attention to her.

the woman who had taken everything from charles. the woman who had taken everything from himself in turn. the pardon, the chest of pearls, the whole fucking island : they would trade it all for the return of charles vane. but alas, money and favours could only buy so much. some things stretched beyond the bounds of currency, or a witty tongue. but very little lay beyond the bounds of violence. oh, they would unleash such TERRIBLE VIOLENCE upon her. upon that whole book of traitors. upon woodes rogers and the navy and england herself. they would feel his loss, and they would know loss too.

charles vane was dead. and his ghost was standing before him.

jack stood frozen. unblinking, unmoving, simply staring into the face of the man they loved, and wondering when it would fade away. when grief's morbid hallucination would leave him in peace. the bruises at charles' neck, a deep hue of purples and blues from the noose's grip. god, how he wished to press gentle kisses against them. to watch them HEAL to brown, to yellow, to fade entirely and be lost with time. time that they could spend together. months, years, a lifetime.

they had seen their brother's ship on the horizon no, his brother's lover. blackbeard. had seen his ship, had watched it approach and been prepared for the conversations that would surely await. the pity, the sorrow, the condolences. what he had not been prepared for was charles standing upon her deck as they dropped anchor alongside one another. for only a gangway to separate them from what they had lost.

it couldn't be real. he simply couldn't believe it. if not for the news otherwise, if not for the unlikeliness of it ... then for the fact that to submit to hope and have it be dashed once again was too PAINFUL a notion. and still he walked. feet carried them forward across the gangway of their own volition and with no permission from himself. closing the distance, bringing him closer to that ghost. their eyes clouded ; drops of moisture fell from their jaw. when had he started crying?

he stopped just short of charles, of this spectre sent to torment them. eyes wide and wet, mouth agape. it couldn't be. it couldn't. ❛ i'm scared to touch you, chaz ... what if i reach out, and you disappear all over again? ❜

@pyratezlife / charles.

[krakensmaw]

every day i wake up, every day i'm forced to contend with the fact that the most prominent ship on this blog is ed and calico jack lmao

[seafavoured]

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. love, even, were he quite so brave and bold to call it such. what else could it be, when the delicate little thing he was carving held such meaning? made from a fine river stone that silver themself had given him, made smooth by the waters currents, and white as snow. he had begun whittling it down, shaping it fully round into a proper pendant's shape. its surface held the beginnings of intricate carvings, symbols of the air peoples.

one glance over to jack revealed no similar success. no comparable level of skill. the barest hint of a twitch to his mouth as he stifled a grin. not wholly smug nor condescending as once it might have been. no, there was endearment there, the sort which had wormed its way into his heart and made a home there.

he huffed a sigh. ❛ what the fuck is that supposed to be? ❜ for a man of boundless eloquence, well read and charismatic, adept at rousing troops with stirring poetics ... he could certainly be a blunt prick sometimes. eyes cast down to the misshapen lump held resolute in the younger man's hands. the fire cast its flickering glow 'cross them both and threw flint's smirk into shadow. ❛ whatever it is, i'm afraid it needs to be put out of its misery. ❜

a beat of silence, and a roll of his eyes at no one but himself. he snatched the knife from jack's hands in a fluid motion ; his strength would brook no resistance, even from a master earthbender. ❛ your blade's too dull, for one. that's likely half the problem. ❜ half was being generous. a surefire way of recognizing his softness in this. he pulled a small whetstone from his pocket and began to draw the very edge across it in long, sweeping strokes.

❛ you have to picture your end result while you work, not just the next step in the process. what is it meant to be? it's for edward, yes? ❜ that much was obvious. if only for his own bit of art and its intended recipient one day.

@pyratezlife / jack.

[tatteredxsails]

@pyratezlife liked for a starter

"Oh, fuck me," Stede muttered under his breath, spotting an unfortunately familiar figure amidst the rabble of patrons queued up to get into Jackie'z. It was bad enough that they were having to scrape up funds to try and get themselves a ship. He certainly didn't need to contend with Calico fucking Jack in the moment.

Insofar as Stede had been aware, the man had died. He hadn't actually seen the cannonball strike, but he'd been told about it by Buttons. He couldn't imagine anyone else would have as much of a vested interest in Calico Jack's demise. Well. That probably wasn't true, given the man's general nature.

He, unfortunately, had to be professional.

"Well, if it isn't Calico Jack. You're looking awfully good, all things considered."

It was still professional if it was said in a customer service voice, wasn't it?

Good for you, Steve

[seafavoured]

𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 ? absolutely. was he about to pack it in and head home for the evening like a responsible friend, brother, and freedom fighter ought to do? certainly not. in fact, they were growing rather weary of always being the responsible one of their little crew. flint had helped matters upon his arrival, but the man's methods were a touch more ... brusque, than jack was entirely comfortable with. still, he got results. they all did.

results, and the avatar, who was holed up in their hideout even as they sat there, plied with cheap booze.

he nursed another glass of the stuff, even as he pulled a face at its damned awful taste. ugh. maybe it'd at least do them the favour of getting drunk enough to imagine days where they could afford the top shelf brews. ah, but the life of luxury they had imagined as a teenager seemed a pipe dream now. their father's failed business and a job in petty crime had only brought trouble, not riches. but it all helped the cause ; a thing repeated in his thoughts as the swill burnt his throat.

it was only as a rather dashing, stalky looking man took the vacant seat at his side that jack realized he stuck out like a sore thumb. like many in the bar, the stranger was all thick, coiled muscle and sharp eyes. an even sharper mouth, as their gaze dropped to it briefly. jack, on the other hand, was far too tall and much too slim. a beanpole, as their brother had kindly remarked on many an occasion. clad in layers of ostentatious, patterned linens, with a deep open neckline and cinched at the waist. an accessory of cloth tied loose round their neck.

❛ erm, evening. ❜ even his tone of voice felt higher than usual. long, slender fingers tapped an idle rhythm against their mug, bottom lip worried betwixt his teeth a moment. ❛ apologies, darling, is this your table? i'm afraid i'm rather decidedly not from around here. you might not have noticed. ❜ a needling bit of sarcasm as brown eyes flit to the man. nervous, but drawn to his orbit like a prey animal to the lion's den. spirits, he was handsome. was that a split at his lip, and perhaps a black eye? something about the other's rough and tumble appearance struck a spark of heat in their stomach.

@pyratezlife / charles.

[seafavoured]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, but one to which he was unfortunately well accustomed. royal blood seemed a hard thing to shake, for instincts had them bending to rogers' will from the moment they'd arrived at his villa. one of them, anyway. the man was wealthy and well traveled, with a vast home in each nation. this particular abode was nestled in the heart of the earth kingdom, and was nearly as stunning as that of his northern water tribe dwelling.

it was a matter of bittersweet nostalgia, to be surrounded by all this pomp and ceremony. a feast and ball held in their own honour, as prince and avatar both, and proof of friendship. for rogers claimed no grudge upon eleanor, nor any remaining allegiance with edward's father. it seemed the man's concerns lay solely with their business ventures and the fortune which followed. clearly, if the evening was but a sample. a lavish ballroom of blue and silver tapestries, crystal chandeliers hung overhead, decorated with all manner of fineries, the centerpiece of which was a huge, marble fountain.

it was where ed sat now no, not ed, not really. the avatar, prince edward of the northern water tribe, was who sat perched at the fountain's edge beside woodes rogers. fingertips traced idle patterns just above the water's edge, and ripples rose to follow the almost-touch. the other man seemed to be mirroring the motion, and was angled in toward them, leaned close in talk.

they rose the very moment their eyes fell upon jack in the crowd, and rushed forward to meet him. dignitaries in his path parted way with ease and accompanying bows or respectful nods. ed himself was clad in fine silks and shimmering cashmeres laid out upon his bed that evening by rogers' servants. sent especially for them by the man himself, the staff had said. all hues of blue and silver, to match the tapestries of the room. fine jewelry adorned neck and wrists to match, hair freshly cleaned and braided.

❛ oh, fuck. thank tui and la you're here, i was bored out of my skull, ❜ hissed under their breath to jack the very moment they drew close enough. hands rose to catch the other's and a kiss pressed to his cheek. ❛ the good news is, he's on our side. ❜ a subtle jerk of his head back toward where rogers sat, observing them closely. ❛ he's not a bad man, just ... well, a businessman. he was my waterbending master back home, but there's no love lost between him and my father. all that he asks in return for his support is a favour, and a dance. ❜ they didn't mention with whom. maybe jack would assume eleanor, and let the matter drop.

@pyratezlife / ned.

[seafavoured]

@pyratezlife / ned.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄. not when there were other, more pressing matters to attend to, such as bouncing on ned's cock. he was settled in the other's lap, quivering thighs braced at either side and knees upon the tent floor. they sunk down, speared fully open on the length of him, and rocked their hips slowly. back and forth, grinding down desperately as the head rubbed maddeningly against that sweet bundle of nerves within them. head tipped back, lashes fluttering in ecstasy.

a litany of moans and breathless little whines escaped him, pitched higher and louder than was polite within the confines of their camp and those trying to sleep around them or sat diligent watch at the nearby campfire outside. an accidental, natural thing for a creature so undone by pleasure as edward. thankfully ned had the gift of foresight, it would seem. or, rather, their first tumble in the sheets had been met with much complaint come morning that neither wished to repeat.

all wanton sounds that now fell from parted lips were muffled by a silken strip of cloth betwixt them, tied snug at the back of his head. unable to speak around it, nor shake it free. it would take hands to remove the gag, but those were bound as well. wrists joined at the small of their back by more cloth. they had long since ceased struggling against the ties, a thing only ever done to tease and test the strength of ned's knots. by now they were mindless, drunk on lust and the thick cock still buried deep.

a momentary shudder ran up the length of their spine, arched in a sudden spike of desire, thighs shaking with it. the other had done something with their hands, something that had nigh on felt like orgasm itself, but he had reached no peak. cock still hot and heavy and untouched between their legs, tip slick with precum. a shocked little moan hitched within their throat, muffled as well, even as the gag grew increasingly wet with saliva, jaw slack.

[seafavoured]

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜ @pyratezlife / charles.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐇𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄. things were different now. he was a captain by his own right, no longer bound to the other's whims and fancies, but free to be who he pleased. free to make company with anyone they so desired ... and yet, here they stood once again, drawn into the enigma of charles vane like tides to the shoreline. unable to keep their distance.

the two of them had reached the doorway, swaying from drink but not CLOUDED by it. jack's room lay beyond, cold and empty without anne's once steadfast presence there to join him. no, they would be climbing into the sheets alone this evening. a needling voice in the back of their head reminded them : you were second fiddle to miss guthrie, and now precisely the same is true to max. who could ever choose you?

❛ come now, charles, don't be ridiculous. ❜ by some miracle, he kept his voice even. neutral. almost lilting, as if the thought didn't light a SPARK deep betwixt their ribs. something desperate churned within the pit of his gut. ❛ we're in a whore house, surely you can find some adoring young lass to fawn over you this evening. not at all sure what you'd need me for. ❜

god, how he ached for the man's touch, but after everything ... would it really be wise to stoke that fire again? now that it had settled to peacefully slumbering embers ? he leaned back against the doorframe, if only to put a scant bit of space between them.