#pirates!au

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Pirate au!

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RYOMA

° EX-knight, now pirate working on Kaito's deck.

° Right-hand man, incharge of masonry and on-board defenses.

° "A guilty man; carries regrets that will never see the light of day."

RANTARO

° Wandering traveler that got picked up by the crew.

° Left-hand man; navigator (edit: also the one who recommends and manages resources/agriculture)

° "Cool-headed and as smooth as lard."

KAITO

° Astrologist, now captain!

° Likes picking up random guys for his crew.

° "High-spirited; runs his deck like a friendly navy."

I kinda sketched these up out of boredom.. Maybe I'll draw more of this au?

[estelior]

So, I’ve rewatched Pirates of the Caribbean, and this Stucky AU happened

[vegaspeteangst]

pete's life as a mere servant of the royal family ends when the ruthless and most dangerous pirate of all times invades the oldest heir's ship

pete disguised himself as the oldest prince (no one truly knows how prince tankhun looks like because he's not to be much present for public eyes) and was taken hostage

and the journey of the pirate and the used-to-be servant started here, on the ship so many sailors were scared shitless to witness

[arrowxsun]

hello my old heart

chapter one: let the games begin

It’s better, Eddie thinks, if he doesn’t remember the face of who he’s about to kill, it will not haunt his dreams, at least.

But then the man speaks and Eddie thinks that he will haunt his dreams, anyway. He has been haunting them for a very long time, after all.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Steve Harrington says, out of breath.

or; the sinbad legend of the seven seas!AU that no one asked for

[spoonfowl]

ok so-

the scarian pirate au has hit 500 hits and it might be one of my works that hit that number the fastest despite being an ongoing fic, and i cannot thank you guys enough for it ♥️

you guys don't know how tempted i am to publish the next chapter just as a treat, but i might be spoiling you guys too much already >:3

so i might just make like a part 2 of the Storms are named after people ficlet sometime this week. just bcs i love u guys and that ficlet sm. if that specific ficlet doesn't get a part 2, then just expect a ficlet of some sort

again, thank you for reading the product of my indulgent writing lmao. see you next update!

Caught Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - The Master list • Storms are named after people and other ficlets

[jaijaitbinks]

Ive been thinking about a GenoSai pirates au for the last two days and my brain automatically gave Saitama the personality of Jack Sparrow.

And it is giving me life.

[moodymelanist]

nessian pirate au!

okay as a quick disclaimer I know nothing about pirates and ive never even seen pirates of the Caribbean but I hope you enjoy this 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

Nesta had been enjoying a midday nap when the shouts of her crew startled her out of sleep. She almost fell off her bed before righting herself, grabbing her cutlass, and racing upstairs to the upper deck.

She was met with the sight of various members of her crew fighting with vaguely-familiar men. Gwyn was swinging her own sword back and forth as she fought a tall, golden-brown man, while Emerie had abandoned her weapons altogether in favor of a fistfight with a stunning blonde woman. Several members of the crew were leaning over the edge of The Valkyrie in an attempt to cut the ship free.

Nesta cursed under her breath. They were transporting valuable cargo for Lord Helion Spell-Cleaver, and while she considered him a good friend, she knew he’d be furious if they lost their cargo. She tightened her grip on her weapon and prepared herself to launch into the fray when someone wrapped a steady arm around her neck and held firm.

“Let go of me,” she hissed, struggling against him. She knew who it was without looking, recognizing the feel of the hardened body pressed against her.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” Cassian replied. He loosened his grip enough that she could breathe more easily but not enough to let her go.

“Why can’t you just leave us alone and stay on The Illyrian?” she asked, referring to his ship by name.

“I already told you I’d stop doing this if you said yes,” he responded. She wished she could slap the amusement out of his tone, but he had several inches on her, and in more ways than one.

She cursed her traitorous brain for thinking of the night they’d spent together several weeks ago. She and her crew had been docked in the Port of Velaris in between jobs, and she’d went to a bar in search of some actually decent rum. She’d found it and then some when Cassian had plopped into the seat next to her, one thing had led to another, and she’d ended up in his bed. She’d only had the one drink and couldn’t blame it on being drunk, unless she counted how he made her feel. He’d said all kinds of outlandish things about how she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and that she should be his bride and how she’d never want for anything.

Nesta had crept out of his room the next morning, determined to put the incident behind her, but Cassian hadn’t been so easily deterred. It hadn’t been anything personal on her end - she just hadn’t wanted the extra distractions when she was so focused on building her empire.

However, she hadn’t even known he was the captain of his own ship just like she was, and when Nesta and her crew had sailed for Adriata on their next job, Cassian hadn’t been far behind. That particular trip had resulted in The Illyrian being banned from the Summer Sea altogether, but it hadn’t deterred him in the slightest. She’d run into him delivering food and wine to Hybern, and when he asked her to marry him again, she’d said no and told him to fuck off.

He hadn’t taken too kindly to that, it seemed, which had landed her in this particular predicament. She hadn’t even meant it but she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“I’m a busy woman, Captain,” Nesta said, addressing him formally. “I don’t have time for marriage, let alone for your silly games.”

“I think we can make time,” Cassian replied. His voice was deep and sensual and she had to hold back a shudder as he pressed her tighter against him. “Captain.”

She tried to squirm out of his hold again but he was too strong. “Maybe if you weren’t following me so persistently, I’d change my mind.”

“And let you get away from me again? Not a chance,” he said. “Besides, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t know you enjoyed being chased so much.”

“Who said I enjoyed it?” she asked haughtily. She shifted her feet closer together so she could stomp on his if the moment arose.

“I can feel how warm you are between your legs.” He bent down to bring his lips closer to her ear as she pressed her thighs tighter together, desperate not to give him the upper hand. “And I can hear how fast you’re breathing.”

Nesta tried to force herself to calm down, but it was hard when he was wrapped around her like this. “So what? You’ll make me marry you because my body desires yours?”

“I would never force you to marry me,” Cassian said quickly. “I just wanted you to admit you think of me as much as I think of you.”

“And if I admit it?” she asked. “Will you stop following us around? It’s horrible for business.”

“My ship can stop following yours, but I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Damn her if her heart didn’t skip a beat. No one had ever promised her something like that, especially not a man as handsome as him.

“I do think of you,” she finally admitted. He loosened his grip on her to the point she could turn around to face him, his hazel eyes wide with surprise. “But your courting methods need a lot of work.”

“I’m more than willing to take instructions,” Cassian told her.

“Good thing I’m willing to teach you,” Nesta replied. She then raised her sword and pointed it at his chest. “Now get the hell off my ship.”