#yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me: pirate au

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

(Taken) - Sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck

Enjolras had no real idea what he was looking at when he looked out to sea from the small island's beach. A man, it seemed, sitting on a rock, and something about it stirred some concern in his chest, so as was his nature, he pulled off his boots and threw off his shirt and splashed into the crystal clear water without a thought. "Don't worry! I'll help you!" Surely, this person must be in danger, clinging to the rock for safety, to keep their head above water. He dove into the waves effortlessly, a strong swimmer, tossing water to either side with his strokes and kicks. The water burned his eyes, but that didn't matter. All that amttered was getting this person to safety.

@la-noche-que-se-va

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

"Get your hands off me!" Enjolras struggled against hands and ropes alike, managing to briefly free himself. It was short lived, but he tried to make the best of it until he tripped and fell. A quick kick to the stomach winded him and left him struggling for breath, during which time he was dragged to his feet and hauled over to the captain. He refused to look up at the man until a sailor knotted his hands in his hair and jerked his head back, causing him to cry out and struggle again. He now had no cjoice but to look up at the captain, and, in what might have been a fit of insanity, spat at the man, earning himself a backhanded smack to the face that left bleeding cuts on his cheek and a busted lip, not to mention bruises, in its wake. He struggled against the hand holding his head back, stubborn and fighty as always.

"Take him to the brig," the captain said dismissively. "He'll find soon enough that he can't kill one of us and get away with it."

Enjolras struggled as he was dragged across the deck and then down the stairs below, all the way until he was thrown into a small, damp cell with barred walls, the door being locked behind him.

(Taken) - Sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck from enj

Grantaire had been below decks when the shipwreck had been found. All of the excitement hadn't roused him at first; shipwrecks very seldom yielded anything of value and, even if it did, the captain would allow them barely a glimpse of its treasures before claiming them for himself. It wasn't until he started hearing whispers of a prisoner being brought onboard that he found his interest piqued enough to venture out into the blazing sunlight.

He hadn't been expecting to lay eyes on the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Cold blue eyes and flowing golden curls; surely an incarnation of Apollo himself! A true son of Aphrodite cast among mere mortals. There was fire ablaze in his eyes, a strength belied by his lithe form as he struggled against the hands of his captors and the ropes that bound him.

[zukkaart]

A:tla - Pirate AU

Katara: hates pirates, actively tries to cut off their ambush routes. Leads assaults against the biggest threats. Speaks out against superstitions about having women on board

Aang: Katara’s errand boy warrior assistant who actually used to be a pirate but somehow hasn’t put that together (“yeah I don’t know, my family used to sail a lot but I don’t really remember why”)

Sokka: master cartographer and way-finder. He also submits many many ideas to the government about how to reconcile with some of the less violent captains and even use them to everyone’s advantage. Also in charge of finding less dangerous trade routes and gives free sailing/cartography lessons in his free time

Zuko: thinks/says he’s a pirate but is actually just REALLY deep into the black market and becomes a master tradesman. (I.e. he doesn’t actually sink vessels or actively try to hurt people, but has been known to order raids on ships run aground) Everyone he trades with sees his scar and decides its best to just give him a good -if not their best- prices so his ships will go in peace

Suki: runs an all-woman armada that is more feared than most pirate lords. They adopt Anne-Bonnie’s method of dressing like men until right before they kill their enemies- to let them know that they were in fact killed by a woman

Toph: daughter of two wealthy royal merchants- she stows away to find out who sank her favorite ship. She finds Zuko instead and becomes his iron fist- she thought about causing a mutiny against him since she’d “obviously make a better captain” but decides she doesn’t want the responsibility. She’s also their best spy.

[olgipolgi]

Mermaid/Pirate AU save me 🙏🤍💙

[lilacs-and-lavenders]

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot

Drink up me hearties, yo ho

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot

Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

[tbb-appreciation-week]

What other AU's are ahead of the "Did you know Flying is abut a Feeling?" Top Gun AU? I'm about to pile a bunch of votes onto that one to try and get it into the Top 7, and I want to know which ones to avoid.

Please and Thank You.

hey!

Let's see:

The Calvary Has Arrived

Yo-ho, Yo-ho, A Pirate Life's For Me

Once Upon a Time...

A Lesson Learned is a Lesson Earned

Happy voting!

(and this is not me having a good time aiding and abetting voter fraud in my own event 😅)

[carewyncromwell]

The pirate’s brown eyes narrowed sardonically. “Captain Orion Amari, are you? Forgive me, but I have a lot of trouble seeing this woman being a member of your crew.” “There are several women under my sail,” said Orion, indicating Skye and Jules. “And this one is not one of them.” The pirate’s voice had gotten a bit harder as he too got right up in Orion’s face. “Don’t toy with me, Amari,” he said so quietly than only Orion and Carewyn (who was right behind him) could hear. “I know who she is. You cannot convince me that a Commodore of the Navy is in line with you, and I have no interest in having you sail off with such a prize.” Orion’s dark eyes narrowed, but his calm, stony expression didn’t shift. “…Then I invoke the right to parley with your captain,” he said calmly.

~POTC AU, Act I, Part IX: Black Jack Roberts

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Oh gosh, this really turned out just the way I hoped! X3 I was revisiting the only POTC AU I wrote back during the pandemic, and I thought I'd try drawing some scenes that previously had no proper visuals...so here's Carewyn and Orion's first collision with Duncan Ashe, First Mate of the infamous pirate ship Tower Raven! (I don't think I realized how much I've missed drawing my precious ghost boi, especially with long hair, until I started working on this!) The conflict in this moment is particularly amusing for me considering the full context of Orion being Carewyn's love interest and Ashe being Jacob's life partner -- even before getting to know and becoming attached to Carewyn himself, Ashe is baring his fangs figuratively on "Jack's" behalf, upon this intruder trying to take the person who Ashe is just about positive is Jack's little sister away before she can be reunited with him. Hooray for future brothers-in-law!! 😂

Drink up, me hearties, yo ho! Hope you all have a lovely day xoxo

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

A Pirate's Life For Me (Apparently)!!!

They had all been running from Snyder. Jack had helped her onto a ship, but had to run on before he could join her. 'Just stay there, just stay hidden', he had said. So she just stayed there... but Jack never came back. He couldn't. Before long, people were boarding the boat and it was getting ready to push off; she couldn't get off without being spotted and she would have needed Jack's help anyways... and so now, she was in the middle of the ocean on the way to God-knows-where, and every nautical mile away was the farthest from home she had ever been.

There was a lot of hub bub as the voyage got underway, but by doing everything she could to be silent, she had been able to remain undiscovered so far... but the other boot always falls, and all of the sudden there were crewmen about, and she couldn't stay still any longer. She got up, trying to join in the chaos and act like she belonged, only to make eye contact with someone from across the deck.

She'd been caught.

@paddyfuck

[the-blind-assassin-12]

I'm late reblogging this and for that I am sorry but let me take this opportunity to IMPLORE anyone who hasn't read this story yet to hop on board (literally, this is a ship you DEFINITELY want to be on) because even though things are just getting started here, this story is already SO DAMN GOOD.

First of all, it has been my PLEASURE to get to read parts of this story before you posted it, and I am HONORED and DELIGHTED to be an Oberyn resource, even though you have such an excellent grasp on him and his speech patterns and what makes him tick yourself. This - like all of your carefully crafted stories - is one that is VERY worth telling, and I will happily repeat that every day until it's finished.

Secondly, I'm always blown away by the way you so effectively immerse us in whatever world/situation you're writing about. You slip into the GoT world so seamlessly with your descriptions and dialogue that it's easy to imagine that I'm Reader, living in a world and experiencing things that I've never seen or felt or heard but it all feels very real and tangible.

Waking up in this situation is an absolute nightmare. Surviving the shipwreck was terrifying on its own, but being the only survivor and not knowing if or when or how help is coming? Having to wait out death on the open water? That would be truly awful. I don't blame Reader for thinking about an exit strategy here, because sharks and sea monsters would definitely be preferable to the elements after a while. But I am very glad that it didn't come to that, and even MORE glad that my savior came in the form of a soaking wet Dornishman. I'll be thinking about him climbing into the boat with that wet shirt clinging to his muscles for the rest of my life, so THANK YOU for that image specifically.

Waking up in a comfortable bed with all her wounds tended to and feeling MUCH better than she did previously would be a very welcome way to wake up for Reader - getting to do all of that and then immediately see her handsome hero sitting there? Knowing how concerned he was about her? That's best case scenario. Well I guess best case she'd know her identity and all that, so we'll call it less than ideal but still VERY MUCH improved case scenario.

You know what else I'll be thinking about forever and a day? The palm to palm fingerlaced salve application method. That is so... AUGHHHHH GOSHHHHH IT'S SO HIM IT HURTS. (no it doesn't, because he's using the good stuff from Dorne so it actually feels heavenly) I just love how compassionate and caring you always write him. That is one of my favorite things about him as a character, and you always highlight that aspect of his personality so well and this is just one really excellent example of it.

I love that this story is part mystery on top of it being a high seas adventure. I love the way Reader is trying to piece together the clues she wakes up with - the coins in her boots, the little carved birds (I'm actually obsessed with those) the stamped metal symbol - to try to figure out who she is and where she was going. I love that this heroic captain is on her side. And yes, I would LOVE a tour of this ship. Let's fucking GO.

Rachael, this story already has me hooked like a tuna. The anchor has be dropped in my heart. The sails are - okay you get the idea. I love it a whole heck of a lot. Thank you for writing and sharing yet another wonderfully written story for us to get lost in.

Fool's Gold 1: Weight Like Waves

Pairing: Pirate Oberyn Martell x Female Reader (with a twist)

Rating: M for now - but that will change later.

Word Count: 5,024

Summary: Adrift on the water, you're forced to confront some difficult thoughts - and realizations. Help appears when you least expect it, but with that help comes many, many new questions.

Author's Note: I'm so glad that people liked the intro. I hope you continue to enjoy this story, and where it goes. As the chapters continue, you'll start to see the differences between this Oberyn and the show's version and just how much I've adjusted things.

Thank you to all for the feedback and the response. I'm so excited to post more of this. If you want to talk about this story (or any of my others) please feel free to pop into my inbox or DMs!

Many, many thanks to my go-to Oberyn source @the-blind-assassin-12 for reading through the entire draft of this story (so far!) for me and assuring me that it's a story worth telling - and that Oberyn's as he should be. I trust no one more than you when it comes to him.

Chapter title comes from "Salt" by Caligula's Horse.

Fool's Gold Masterlist

The sun rose for the third time, and as the light hit you, you groaned. 

There was little to protect you in the boat, and through it was only portions of your skin that were exposed, they hurt. 

You knew that you were suffering from exposure - both wind and sun, and that you had burns on your back from something - if the scorched material of your dress was anything to go by. You also knew that you’d hit your head, thanks to the lingering, throbbing pain and the crusted-over wound on the back of your skull. 

But you had no idea why you were alone on the sea. 

You remembered nothing concrete from before the moment you’d come to, a small pool of blood sticky beneath your head and your clothing mostly dry. There were flashes - flames and screaming, high stone walls and a tidy bedroom, along with a smiling, dark-haired woman and green eyed man - but nothing else. You didn’t know your name or how old you were, or where you came from. You didn’t know how you’d managed to find yourself adrift, or where you were. 

The contents of the bag at your waist only served to confuse you more, though the jeweled handle of the dagger inside was well made, leading you to believe that it was worth a great deal. It gave you something to trade when - and if - you ever reached shore. Through the waves of nausea and pain, you wondered if the mark on the bottom of it would help anyone recognize the smith that had crafted it, potentially pointing you in the right direction toward someone that knew who you were. 

You knew other things, though - and as you laid on your back and stared up at the cloudless blue sky, you repeated facts to yourself. You listed previous kings and queens, rattled off information about the different cities in the Seven Kingdoms and on Essos, and told yourself stories about who you might be and where you could have been from. 

It kept you occupied, and for the entire first day and night, it kept you from focusing on the pain and discomfort you felt. The second day was worse, and when you forced yourself upright for a few minutes at a time throughout the day, you were only able to focus on the sea and horizon briefly, using one hand to shield your eyes from the glare as you looked around for any sign of land. 

You figured the wound on your head was interfering with your memory, and hoped that with time, things would come back to you. If I have time. 

During the second night, you forced yourself to tear a portion from the back of your skirt so that you could cover your bare shoulders when the sun rose the next day. Even the lightweight cloth touching your skin made you hiss in pain, and despite the way you fought to keep your hands hidden in the folds of material, and as much of your face beneath the crude bench in the boat, it didn’t help when you passed out from the exhaustion and pain and didn’t wake even as the sun moved in the sky, heating you without anything to obstruct the light. 

On the third morning, you forced yourself upright again and swallowed, wincing at how dry your throat was and how much your cracked lips pulled, even with the small movement. A look down at your hands showed blisters and scrapes, and when you spread your fingers to investigate the spaces between them, you felt more pain there, too. 

Part of you wanted to stand and jump into the sea, letting the current carry you away from a prolonged death. It was likely that you wouldn’t survive that, either, because of how exhausted you were. But the boat - with no water or food, and nothing to protect you from the elements - semed more dangerous. 

“At sundown.” You sighed, wincing at the sound of your voice, the thin tone unrecognizable. “When the predators in the water are more active.” With another groan, you leaned back against the side of the boat and reached into your bag, pulling the wooden figures free and running your fingers over the surface, lingering on the broken beak of one of them. 

You wondered if someone had made and then given them to you. 

It gave you comfort to think that there was someone in your life that had cared for you enough to carve the birds so carefully. But the comfort turned to sadness as you realized that whoever they were, they weren’t with you. You figured that you’d been on a ship and that something had happened to it, but even that didn’t explain why or how you were alone, because the likelihood of you being the only person to make it into a boat seemed low. I hope you weren’t on the ship, friend. 

Blinking, you realized that you weren’t even able to cry properly. You ignored the pain as your fingers closed around the wood, curling your hand toward your chest. Lowering your chin, you sighed - only looking up at the sound of a distant bell ringing. I’m imagining things. 

You felt hope for the first time in days, but with the way that the rising sun was glinting off of the water, you couldn’t see the source of the bell. “It was just a trick of the mind.” Your voice cracked, the hope in your heart dashed. “There’s no one coming.” 

Admitting that hurt, but you reminded yourself that you only needed to make it through the day, and that gave you the strength to tuck the carvings away. While you focused on that, trying not to move your fingers too much, the sound of the bell came again … and that time it was closer. 

You shot to your feet, the movement sending a fresh wave of dizziness through you. Forcing yourself to stay upright, you turned in a slow circle, trying to balance your weight against the rocking of the waves … and then you saw it. 

It was a good distance away, but it was a ship, and when you squinted, raising your hand to shield your eyes, you saw that based on the look of the sails, it was headed in your direction. The hope flared in your chest again, and using the last of your strength, you lifted both arms and began waving them, ignoring the pain in your shoulders and back - as well as in your other aching joints. 

You collapsed a minute so so later, though you kept looking in the direction of the oncoming ship. When it rang the bell again, that time continuously, you allowed yourself a smile. They see me. They see me and they’re coming. 

You dozed in the time that it took the ship to sail closer, your body exhausted from the last motion you’d pulled from it. And when you finally opened your eyes all the way again, you saw that the ship was close enough that you could make out details - the sigil-less deep red sails, the gleaming hull, the carving of a giant, coiled serpent on the prow. Even your addled brain was able to put together the truth of what was coming for you. 

“Pirates.” Licking your lips, you moaned as you tasted salt and copper. You hoped that they’d be merciful, but knew that you couldn’t expect anything, and so when you heard a shout of man overboard, you didn’t open your eyes. 

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when the boat you were in rocked violently that you pried them open, watching as a man came into view, inch by inch. 

You saw his hands first, fingers adorned with rings clinging to the side of your boat, followed by tanned forearms as he hoisted himself up. The top of his head was next, his dark hair plastered to his skull as he kept his chin down, grunting with the effort it took to climb into the boat without tipping it over. 

You stayed motionless as he tumbled in and then sat up, and could barely focus on anything but his body - the upper half of it encased in a button down shirt that was also molded to the shape of his torso, the collar of it lined in a dark, golden yellow. 

He breathed deeply and then turned his head up and toward the sky, giving himself a moment before he lowered his head and finally looked at you. You watched his eyes widen, the man taking in your appearance and parting his lips in shock as he assessed your condition. 

You were almost delirious with fatigue, but you still recognized that he was handsome - even waterlogged - and a small part of you was disappointed that you were making such a terrible first impression. Maybe a last impression. 

“Thank you.” You whispered the words, slumping over further against the side of the boat. “Thank you for finding me.” 

And then unconsciousness took you again. 

— 

The next time you woke, you were almost certain that you’d died and were in the next life. 

Everything was soft - from the pillow beneath your head to the sheets you laid upon to the clothing and light blanket that covered you. Your tongue moved to wet your lips and you tasted honey, the sensation forcing your eyes open all the way. 

You were met with hazy sunlight as it seeped through curtains, and when you turned to your side, you saw a pitcher of water and a cup sitting on the bedside table. Lifting one hand to reach for it, you winced at the pull of the skin covering your shoulders, and the illusion was broken. 

“You are awake.” The sound of an accented voice startled you. Despite your condition, you shot upward and into a sitting position, scanning the room for the source of the speech. You found it moments later, the man from the boat reclining against a cushioned chair in the far corner, his eyes on you. “That is good.”

He stood and moved toward where you sat, and though your first instinct was to shy away, you forced yourself to stay still, watching as he approached. He was wearing what looked like the same shirt he’d had on when you saw him for the first time - though since it was dry, you could see that it was a buttery, golden yellow in color, and that he preferred to leave some of the buttons undone. “Where am I? Who are you? A-”

“I am this ship’s captain, and you are in my bedroom.” He took a seat on the edge of your bed and reached for the pitcher, pouring water into the cup. “We brought you aboard yesterday. You slept and my healer tended to you. The crew quarters would not do for someone with the head wound you have, so I had you brought here, where it is quiet.” He held the cup out and you reached for it, but the man shook his head. “Let me. You’re still weak. You have not eaten.” 

It made you angry that you couldn’t do it for yourself, but you let him tip the cup to your lips, one of his brows arched as he watched you. You sipped from it, and before you’d had a chance to take too much, he pulled it away, murmuring that you needed to go slowly. “Thank you.” The water was cool and crisp, and you thought you tasted lemon, which surprised you. “And thank you for -”

“There will be time to say thank you later.” He held the cup up again, letting you take two longer swallows before he eased away. “Rest now.” Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths, thinking. Your head was clearer, though the pain still lingered, and when you lifted your hand to touch the wound, the man reached forward, his fingers closing gently around your wrist. “You won’t want to touch that.” 

“Why?” He was close when you opened your eyes, and you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. “What did -”

He didn’t let you go before he spoke, and he didn’t move away, either, giving you a small smile to go along with his words. “It was a deep cut. She cleaned it and stitched it, but it will be tender for a long while.” He held your gaze and you caught the sight of his tongue moving over his lips, yours unconsciously mirroring the action. “And you may call me Daavos.” 

Daavos? Alright. “Where are my clothes, Daavos? My bag? My boots?” The longer you were upright, the stronger you felt, your voice coming back. “What am I -”

“The healer and one of the other women onboard undressed and then redressed you after they tended to your wounds.” Women on a ship? He let you take the cup from him, releasing your wrist and then sitting up straight, both of his hands dropping to his thighs. Daavos gave you a chance to take another long drink before he said anything else, his eyes focused on the way you needed two hands to lift it to your lips. “You know my name and where you are … will you tell me yours? Where are you from?” 

“I…” You thought for a few seconds, eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. The first thing I remember is waking up and I was adrift. I don’t remember anything before that. I…” You trailed off and he refilled the cup, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. “I don’t know anything about myself.” It stung to admit, and you understood that telling a stranger - a pirate - the truth likely put you in danger. But it doesn’t matter. I can’t run, where would I go? 

“The wound on your head must have done that.” He took a deep breath and held it. “It will come back. You just need time. Time and rest, and -”

“You sound Southern.” You bit your lip, ignoring the pain. “I’ve met men that talk like you before. I know … I know that.” He tilted his head to the side, eyeing you. “Where are we?”

“We are on the Narrow Sea, sailing south, and maybe a day’s journey from Dragonstone.” Your chest tightened at his words, but you ignored the feeling and nodded, your hold on the cup steady. “We’re sailing for Tyrosh, and that will take us a while.” The Stepstones. We’re heading for the Stepstones. “Let me see your hand.” You reacted to the command without hesitation, extending one of your hands toward his and watching as he took it gently between his own fingers, turning it over to get a closer look. “You have blisters.” He looked up, brow furrowed. “I’ll be right back.” 

He stood abruptly, letting go and then turning away from the bed after setting the pitcher back down on the table. You watched him leave, letting out a shaky breath. If he was a pirate, he was nothing like the ones you’d heard about, though you figured that his behavior might have been a ruse. But there was no reason for him to have put you in an actual bed, or to have taken the time to have someone clean and dress your wound if he intended to be cruel or do you harm. Unless he’s going to use me as a bargaining chip in Tyrosh.

You took a longer look around the room and saw your dress hanging from a hook on the wall, lips parting in a gasp at the sight. Your bag was with it, and when you craned your neck, you saw your boots on the ground, too. You were relieved that your things were there, but at the same time, confused, because it meant that someone had gone through them and then decided not to keep them from you. Strange behavior from a ship full of pirates. 

Moving the blanket away from yourself, you realized that you were in an oversized shirt. There were no buttons, but the front did cinch, giving you some modesty. It fell to mid thigh, and you were also wearing a loose pair of breeches, the knot tied tightly near your waist. 

He reappeared in the doorway a few minutes later, and you saw a small, round container in his hands. “Something for the burns.” He held it up. “If you will let me.” Dumbfounded, you nodded as Daavos sat back down and then set the container on top of the blanket, taking the lid off. “I spent time at The Citadel in Oldtown. I studied medicine, among other things.” He used one finger to scoop some of the contents from the jar and then held his other hand out to you. “This will ease the pain.” 

He worked methodically, coating the space between your fingers in the substance. You felt a cooling sensation as soon as it touched your skin, but Daavos didn’t stop there. He did the same with your other hand and then slowly eased his fingers between yours and bent them, the gentle pressure of his touch catching you off guard and ensuring that the salve reached everywhere. “Daavos, that feels…” You hummed when he pressed his palms to yours, finally looking away from your joined hands and back at his face. “What is it?”

“A secret.” He murmured the words, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “It will not hurt you.” You believed him, and though the thought crossed your mind again that it was stupid for you to trust a stranger, you didn’t care. You were better off on his ship than in the boat - or in the sea - and so for as long as possible, you wouldn’t question your good fortune. Or refuse his help. “If you’re going to be on this ship, I’m going to need to call you something. Girl or woman won’t do.” His thumb moved slowly against your knuckle, and the man sighed deeply. “You will remember. But until then…”

“What if I don’t?” Your fingers curled, breath catching in your throat. “What if I can’t remember? Will you leave me in Tyrosh?” The thought of being on your own scared you, and for a few seconds, you wondered if anyone was looking for you - or if you’d actually lost anyone when whatever ship you were on had gone down.

“No.” He shook his head, tightening his grip on you. “I would not leave you there alone.” “Why? You don’t know me. You have no responsibility for my -”

“I saved you, and I am this ship’s captain, so yes. I am responsible for you until I know I do not need to be.” His smile widened and Daavos released your hands, using two fingers to scoop more of the substance out. “Lean closer.” 

You did, though you were unsure why you were so willing to do as he asked, but when he reached out and swiped his fingers carefully over one cheekbone and then the other, you gasped. 

“The blisters here are not as bad as the ones on your hands, but I’m sure they still hurt.” You nodded, closing your eyes at both the sensation of his touch and the way the medicine felt as it soaked into your skin. “There.” He hummed, and when you opened your eyes again he was sitting up straight and looking you over. “I’ll leave you now. Think about what you would like me to call you.” 

“Is there …” You took a breath, thinking. “Is there any way I could get something to eat? It’s been days.” He winced and then swore under his breath. 

“Of course. I’m sorry. I’ll have someone bring you something.” He stood then, picking up the container before he held it out to you. “Use this every few hours. It will help.” Nodding in agreement, you kept your eyes on him even after you closed your fingers around the jar. He said goodbye and headed for the door, but before he could leave, you stopped him, your voice stronger than it had been. 

“If I’m in your bed, where … where will you sleep?” 

“With the crew.” He leaned against the door frame, putting a hand on his hip and grinning. “Don’t worry about me. I will be fine.” He winked then, and before you could reply, Daavos was gone, the door closing behind him. 

You sat where you were for a few minutes, looking around the room and trying to decide what it said about the man. 

It was luxurious - the curtains were soft and gauzy, as was the bedding. The colors you were surrounded with were vibrant and rich - red and orange and yellow accented with gold. Wanting to get a closer look, you eased yourself out of bed and walked slowly across the room and to the window, pulling the curtain back. 

The water stretched out as far as you could see, small white-capped waves glimmering in the sunlight. It was beautiful, and when you closed your eyes, inhaling, you let your mind drift. 

The pain in your head was dull and manageable, and despite the sunburn on your hands and face, you felt better, thanks to the fact that your clothing had been changed and you weren’t exposed to the elements anymore. No new memories came back to you, and when you tried to force yourself to remember something, your thoughts turned to Daavos instead - and the memory of his kind smile and the way he’d touched you. 

That made you shiver, and even though you knew it was inappropriate, you couldn’t help it. He was handsome - his eyes bright and skin sun-kissed, the curls atop his head threaded with silver, as was his facial hair. He was a good swimmer and seemed strong, and if he was to believed, he was smart, too. The mention of The Citadel was proof of that, and for a few moments, you tried to imagine what could have made a man that studied there for even a short time resort to a life on the sea. 

Moving to where your clothing was, you bent over and picked up your boots, which were still damp. Tilting one toward you, you were surprised to hear the clinking of coins from within it. Dumping the right one out and into your hand, you gasped at the sight of four gold dragons and a few silver moons and stags. Your other boot was filled, too, with two more dragons and some copper stars. They cannot be pirates, this would be missing if they were. 

The dagger and the wood carving were still in your pouch, as were the other items that you’d found after waking up in the boat: a comb, two smooth, polished stones the color of bone, and a flat piece of metal stamped with a four pointed star that had a smaller one in the same style in the center. Could this be my house sigil? Rubbing your thumb over it, you frowned. 

Nothing came back to you, and with a snort of disgust, you stuffed everything back into the bag and turned toward the bed. Captain Daavos seemed certain that you’d remember things with more time and rest, and you wanted to believe that it was the truth. 

Lowering yourself onto the edge of the mattress, you set the bag down next to you and stared at your bare feet, still frowning. The rumbling of your stomach echoed through the room without warning, and you automatically moved to cover your belly with both hands, opening your mouth to apologize. But there’s no one to apologize to. Blinking, you relaxed and then lowered your hands, resting them on the blankets. 

You had no time to think through what that reaction might have meant because there was a knock on the door and a young man entered moments later, a small tray in his hands. “I brought you food.” Sniffing the air, you nearly groaned at the scent that followed him into the room, craning your neck to see what he carried as he got closer. “Captain says to eat it slow or you might get sick.” 

You mumbled a thank you and took the tray, setting it down on your lap. There was no spoon but you didn’t care, closing your eyes as you raised the bowl to your lips and took a small sip. You had no way of knowing if it was actually delicious or if you were just so hungry that anything would have tasted good. 

It didn’t matter. 

By the time it was gone, you felt much better, your stomach full and your entire body pleasantly warm. You were still dehydrated, though, and so you you drank another half cup of water before climbing back into the bed and curling yourself around one of the pillows. 

You didn’t want to fall back asleep because you felt like that was all you’d been doing for as long as you could remember, but you couldn’t help it. Only a few minutes later, you were sleeping deeply, your body resting for the first time in days. 

— 

You woke up later, gasping as you bolted upright in bed. The light was different, and you figured that it was nearing sunset, which meant that you’d slept for hours. Rubbing at your face, you stretched, rolling out your neck. You felt good, and with a tiny smile you stood up again, heading back for the window. 

It was a relief to feel that your body hurt less when you moved, which - to you - meant that you were improving. And that’s good. It’s really good. 

The sea was calmer than it had been, and as you watched the water you remembered a few seconds of the dream you’d been having - smoke in the air, the scent of scorched wood and the sound of something roaring. It made no sense to you, the fragments little more than flashes in your mind, and you hung your head in frustration and sighed, gripping the window’s ledge. 

There was another knock at the door and you spun to see who it was - but no one entered. That’s strange. The knock came again, and after clearing your throat, you finally spoke up. “Come in?” 

It didn’t surprise you to see Daavos’ face peering around the edge of the wood, his smile widening at the sight of you standing. “I just wanted to check on you. It’s good to see you out of bed.” He pushed the door open all the way and you saw that he was carrying a small stack of cloth over one arm. “I also thought you might want to put on something that fits you.” 

“I… yes. Thank you.” Stepping away from the window, you came to a stop in front of him. “That would be nice.” He set what he carried down on the bed and then gestured to the pile. 

“I collected a few things from some of the chests on board. They won’t be missed, but I had to guess at your sizes, so…” He tapped on his lips with one slender finger. “I’m sure not all of them will fit.” 

“I can always just put my dress back on.” You gestured at where it hung, frowning. “I know that’s the right size.” 

“It’s stiff with dried saltwater.” Daavos shook his head, not breaking eye contact. “It won’t be comfortable for you.” 

“But you’re wearing the same clothes you were in when I met you.” You gestured to his outfit, scoffing. “And you were in the water, too.” 

“Are they the same?” He stepped even closer, using one hand to touch the material at his chest. “Or is it possible that I have more than one of these shirts?” You had to laugh at that, the sound quiet and quick, but it was nice to hear it again. With some surprise, you realized that you were genuinely amused - your response wasn’t just for show. 

“I guess I just thought that on a ship like this, changing clothes often wouldn’t be necessary.” You shrugged, eyes on the V of skin visible at his chest before you looked up again. “I must be wrong.” His lips twitched but Daavos kept silent, waiting. “What should I do with the things I don’t wear?”

“I’ll wait for you in the hall.” He pointed, the smile back on his face.”When you’re dressed, come out. I’ll give you a tour, and I can send someone to take whatever you don’t choose.” That excited you, and you couldn’t agree fast enough. 

True to his word, he stepped out and into the hallway, closing the door behind him. It didn’t take you long to pick clothes. You settled on a pair of high waisted black pants that were made of a soft fabric and would tuck into your boots as well as a shirt similar in style to the one you’d woken up in, but in a different size. The sleeves were long and tapered near the wrists and it was light in color, unlike the dark blue of your dress. 

Stockings and your boots - which were almost completely dry - were the last two pieces you pulled on. When you stepped out into the hallway, you found Daavos leaning against one wall, arms crossed over his chest and his feet crossed at the ankle, head lolling to the side - and toward the bedroom door. Was he watching the whole time? “Are you ready?” 

“I am.” He pushed off of the wall and then turned to face you, extending one hand. 

You took it without hesitation, Daavos’ grip gentle as his fingers closed around yours and pulled you closer. There was no stopping your audible inhale, and unless you were mistaken, you saw his grin widen at the sound. But he said nothing about it, instead nodding once at you, his smile broadening. 

“Come. Let me show you my ship.” 

— 

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

Hetalia Troupe Writing Prompts

You know those age-old troupes and alternate universes (aus) in fanfiction? Whether you love them or hate them, they're common in fandoms all over the internet, including Hetalia. I also decided I wanted to make my current Tumblr look like my 2016 DeviantArt page, so I'm doing a cute little writing prompt thing that begins as soon as I hit post and will continue indefinitely

The Rules: You'll have 3 categories to choose from; Aus, Genres, and Troupes, and I'll either write headcanons (a list) or a one-shot (short story), your choice

GENRES (Choose up to 1)

Angst

Comfort

Fluff

Slice of Life

Smut

AUS (Choose up to 1)

N/A (Canon)

Actor Au (The characters are actors in the live action comedy "Hetalia" and their roles as countries are the parts they're playing, their human names are their real identities)

Animal Au (Cat ears, bird wings, snake tails, etc., it's all anthropomorphic animals here)

Apocalypse Au (Zombies, nuclear winter, natural disasters, it’s characters thriving in unlikely conditions)

Coffee Shop Au (Barista/Customer, Barista/Barista, Boss/Customer, a cute story contained in a coffee shop setting)

College Au (Characters in an American college or university setting, can include student/student or professor/professor)

Cops and Robbers Au (Theif/Detective is the most common, though anything along those lines fit)

Deity Au (The most common example is with Greek mythology where a tale will be told with characters and/or the reader, the story of Hades and Persephone was regularly reimagined)

Fairytale Au (Cinderella, Rapunzel, Beauty and The Beast, Little Red Riding Hood, etc.)

Famous Au (Musicians, performers, or famous for being country personifications)

Genderswap Au (Nyo!talia, is combinable with two more Aus)

Hallmark Au (Character A is a hardworking person who moved to a snowy town and meets B, a fun-loving person who shows them the true meaning of the season- and love)

Harry Potter Au (Fuck JK Rolling but the HP Au was a huge portion of this fandom early on for me personally, so I wanted to add it)

High School Au (Characters in a high school setting, can include student/student or teacher/teacher, student/teacher is not permitted, regardless of ages)

Historical Au (Any time period, I will be doing some cursory research on the time period before and while I write just to make sure things are at least a bit historically accurate)

Human Au (The characters are normal humans with regular human lives, often overlaps with high school/college au, though they're not necessarily linked)

Magic Au (High or urban fantasy, your choice)

Mythology Au (Vampires, werewolves, fairies, mermaids, etc.)

Paranormal Au (Ghosts, demons, angels)

Pirate Au (Would you be an ‘arrg’ type of pirate or a ‘yo-ho-ho’ kind?)

Royalty Au (Princes, princesses, kings, queens, royal advisors, butlers, maids, go crazy)

Soulmate Au (Timer, heterochromia, red string, there’s a variety of options and I’ll write for any of them)

Spy/Assassin/Hitman Au

World Acadamy Au (The "multicultural private educational institution located in New York", it's a school setting in which the countries set, based off of a spin off game and a few episodes)

TROPES (Choose up to 2)

Amnesia

Arranged Marriage

Body Swap

Character Death

Didn't Know They Were Dating

Divorce

Drunken Confession

Enemies To Lovers

Exes Getting Back Together

Fake Relationship

First Kiss

Forbidden Love

Huddle For Warmth

Illness/Injury

Last Kiss

Long-Distance Relationship

Love Triangle

Meet-Cute

Mutual Pining

Only One Bed

Pregnancy (accidental or otherwise)

Pen Pals

Road Trip

Roommates

Secret Relationship

Sex Pollen/Heat (*Not applicable with angst)

Single Parent(s)

Snowed In

Unrequited Love

Yandere

Please submit your request by stating it's for the Troupe Writing Prompts, followed by your choices and the character/characters involved and I'll get to it when I can, thank you for taking the time to read <3

[negative-speedforce]

spotify ask game #s 2, 4, 7, 12, 13, 14 :)

2: do you have one playlist with all your music on it? if you do — how many songs are on it?

No, I keep all my music into tightly contained playlists. I have like, 60 of them. However, I do have over 400 songs downloaded onto my phone (yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me)

4: which is your third liked song?

This cover of The Bridge from the show Arcane.

7: shuffle your favorite playlist and tell me which song comes up first and your favorite lyric

The playlist? Siv, Pt. 2

The song? Screw Feelings by Au/Ra

Scared of the day it hits me (a-ah) A baseball bat to my heart (a-ah) Butterflies are kinda nice, I guess But my tummy hurts, I'm getting sick of it Been bruised over, over again

12: how many songs are on your shortest playlist?

3 songs, but it's still a work in progress (it's my newest playlist)

13: how many songs are on your longest playlist?

169 songs.

14: what is the fifth song on your second favorite playlist?

From the playlist "lived to tell - la'an noonien-singh"

[sins-of-the-sea]

Before you ask, yes, the Seven do totally just pirate their digital media. Signing up legitimately for subscriptions puts them on the digital map for obtaining online information anyway, which destroys the point of living off the grid.

[sonicsquid3000]

ARG! LETS FUCKING GO!!!!

MC: oh no! I’ve been captured by pirates! So scary.

Belle (my mc): I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole fucking life.

CoD pirates au...

I've been sitting on this one for a long time goddamn 💀 it was supposed to be a fic but oh well...here ya go

Guy is the captain of the pirate ship, he wears a big ass pirate hat

instead of a parrot he has Ertl fly over the ship casually to assert dominance over other pirates

Just a random big ass dragon flying over a pirate ship should tell u enough

Mc is a princess who's kidnapped by the strangest pirate crew ever

Fenn, Lance, Lynt, Dia, and Aquia are with Guy

Violet is there too

Jasper is his right-hand man

Fenn's there bc he's been disowned 💀 and nobody on land wants to work with him so they don't catch Louis's ire

So he's like fuck it imma terrorize everyone

Lynt's there bc it's less work than the royal navy 💀 he sleeps around all day until they gotta attack then he's like chop chop gotta get to work

Dia just has nowhere to go ig

He cooks for them in exchange for a place to stay and doesn't have to fight

instead of shrooms he's obsessed with jellyfish

Lance is there as a runaway from his dad too

Hawke came with him cuz he didn't want to leave him alone in the middle of the sea

He teaches everyone how to fight better and the royal navy's fighting techniques

Hardie is there too as a handyman and tool fixer

Oh and Roc was also a scary big bad pirate and he's always quarreling with Louis and Gilbert who both work with the royal navy

Klaus is also involved in the royal navy so Toa and Roy work there, Toa being the leader of their little group

So do Rio and Grayson, upholding chivalry and whatnot

Thoma and Malik are there as well

Malik is responsible for making their swords and knives

Extra Special Swords for Extra Special Boys™

Zev doesn't work with anybody he just fucks around 💀 sometimes his brother sends him as a messenger so he's neutral

Toa and Guy have crossed swords many times so they're mortal enemies in this one too

Grayson and Rio are great swordsmen and are often eager to fight the pirates

Knight cannot fight as well as everyone but he diligently keeps practicing with Dewi

Kieran sometimes accompanies Toa on missions to try and catch Fenn

Dia's adoptive mom (what was her name again?) sent out a message to Toa's crew to try and drag him back

Lou works for the royal navy as Toa's superior

he knows all the pirates' moves but doesn't do anything until things get serious, then he graces everyone with his presence and saves mc before anyone gets seriously hurt

[sharkface-daydreams]

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[onlycertainty-archive]

     Gently lifts a hand to to use a bent index and thumb to gently lift Anne’s chin up to bring her eyes to him. They had come a long way from where they started, from their first meetings between he, her, and Jack. From their time plundering, to facing both Jack himself, and the Navy. To rallying the crew on their own, and now- here they were. With nothing but the creaking groan and creak of the ship around them, and the waves of the sea against the hull. With a crew as loyal to them as any one could ask of a ship.

      Just him, just her, and the world to claim as their own.

       “My love... My life...” He says, tone as soft as any, that thumb grazing along her chin gently with affection matched in a mirth filled eye. Words no longer required to stay in secrecy, no longer bound by the jealousy of another. He lifts his hand then and brushes the back of his knuckle along the line of her face. “My Captain...”

        @onlyliberty​

[greenmartyrdom]

@smoakiism

greenmartyrdom liked your post “STARTER CALL FOR: verse;; its a glorious thing being a pirate princess…” accepting

She had barely looked up from her drink on the table where she sat so casually in the bar she had picked as her spot for this town. She had intended on just passing through, resting a bit before getting back on her ship and sailing off to the next place but there was someone here whom it looked like she had caught the attention of, or at least it seemed that way since she felt him looking in her direction for a while now.

“Is there something on my face?” She asked without even sparing him a glance.

       There had been talk about a PIRATE PRINCESS and the battle of the sea between those two pirate crews... some people at Starling said it was a myth, while others wholeheartedly believed it was true. Oliver was neither of those---he had more important things to worry about. There was corruption in this town, and worrying about whether some sort of pirate story was true or not felt ridiculous to him.

       HOWEVER, now as he sat at his own table at this bar, minding his own business, the man notices a woman that looked a lot like the drawings he’d seen of her face. He’d been staring for a while as he tried to determine whether his mind was playing tricks on him or not, but then the woman noticed and interrupted his train of thought.

       “Sorry, I just couldn’t help noticing how much you looked like someone,” he answered slowly, eyes still watching her despite her not looking back at him.