some more Rebel!Savage sketches! I actually remembered his robotic arm, its a miracle.
Essentially, thanks to some residual nightsister magic, Savage survives the fight with Sidious and goes on to join the rebellion after the clone wars. Eleven years after his revival, he meets Maul again.
WARNINGS: TORTURE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, DEATH, PAN BEING A COCKY LITTLE SHIT
“Where the hell is she!” I yelled out. Felix shrugged, “Maybe she got lost.”
“No, no way in Hell. She’s been here two years, I’ve shown her every inch of this island myself, there’s no way she’s lost!”
“Maybe she got tired of dating an egotistical man-child and ran away,” one of the lost boys said, causing the other ones to break into a fit of laughter.
“Do you think this is a fucking joke!?” I screamed at the lost boys, who immediately silenced themselves. “Do you think this is some sort of game!?”
Y/N had been gone for four hours since I sent her off to spy on Hook and his crew. She was the smallest among us and light on her feet. I had always given her the task of spying on Hook because of how great she was at sneaking around undetected.
But she had been gone two hours too many, and I was beginning to regret sending my girlfriend to spy on savage pirates who hated me with every fiber in their body.
“Pan, calm yourself-” Felix began, but I cut him off.
“Shut the fuck up, Felix!” I stared intimidatingly at him and the other lost boys. “Now we are going to find her and bring her home.”
I let out a huff before walking into the woods to begin my search, the lost boys following close behind, scared of what would happen if we couldn’t find her. The lost boys had always been fond of Y/N, so losing her scared them almost as much as it did me.
We trekked through the woods for what seemed like hours before coming to Hook’s ship which was stopped on the shore line.
I spotted Hook first, he was walking towards a figure, which I instantly recognized as Y/N.
She was on her knees, her head hung low and her hands were tied behind her back. Two of Hook’s goons held on to her shoulders, keeping her from standing.
Once Hook reached her, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head up so that she was looking at him.
A growl escaped my lips as I began to lunge from where the Lost boys and I were hiding, but Felix grabbed me and held me back.
“Let me go,” I growled out, struggling against his grip, prompting two other Lost boys to help Felix hold me back. Felix yanked me back by my shoulders roughly so that I landed on my back. He was on me in a second, pinning me down as I continued to struggle to get him off so I could save Y/N.
“If you run in there with no plan you could get her killed!” Felix whisper-yelled through gritted teeth. “Trust me, I want to go over there and rip their throats out too, but we need to think of some sort of plan.”
“Get off of me Felix,” I growled.
“I’m not gonna let you get her killed because you’re an idiot and can’t think straight!” He growled back. “If you want to save her then get your shit together!”
I stayed silent and glared at Felix, hating how he was right. “That’s better,” he said, getting off me and helping me stand up, “Now what’s the plan?”
Hook grabbed a fist full of my hair, forcing my head up so that I was looking at him. He examined the cut on my cheek bone and my black eye he had put there just minutes ago, bruises already forming.
“I suggest you tell me what you were doing sneaking around my ship and where Pan is, before I put another bruise on that pretty little face of yours,” he threatened.
I raised an eyebrow at him, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” I taunted in a sarcastic voice, giving him the same answer I had before. There was no way in hell I would give up Pan.
Hook’s jaw clenched and he brought his fist into the air before bringing it down, knocking me down with the blow.
The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I spit out blood. “Oh, Pan’s gonna kill you for that,” I said laughing tauntingly.
Hook yanked me back up by my hair. “I’d be more worried about what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t hurry up and tell me what I want to know,” he growled as he took out a blade and held it to my throat.
“Now why is Pan sending his little girlfriend to spy on me and my crew, and where is he hiding?”
I gave him a board expression, “Seriously? Holding a knife to my throat, I deal with Pan on a daily basis, you really think a knife is going to scare me?” Peter had taught all the lost boys on how to withstand torture, and he did it the hard way.
Hook sighed and gave me a fake smile, “You know what? You’re right. I should have know Pan would prepare you to handle torture in case something ever happened, and I can’t kill you, cause I need you.”
“Looks like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place my friend. I say you let me go and we call it a day.” I said with a cocky smile, something I had learned from Peter.
“I don’t think so,” Hook said with a smile, which worried me a little. “Pan may have taught you how to handle torture-” Hook leaned down so that he could whisper into my ear, “-But did he teach you how to deal with a pirate crew who hasn’t seen a female in months, even years.”
My eyes widened at what he was implying and my breathing quickened as I struggled against the restraints. He seemed pleased with himself at finally getting a reaction out of me.
“Boys!” Hook called out to his crew, “I think it’s time we had a little fun.” Hook’s crew smirked, knowing exactly what he meant by ‘Fun’.
One if Hook’s goons looked me over once he reached me, before grabbing my hair and making me stand. He held me by my hips as his eyes roamed from my face to my chest.
“Get the fuck off me!” I screamed, struggling to escape his grasp, he only gripped me tighter.
“Oh, Y/N, there you are!” A cheery voice called out, one I recognized as the one and only Peter Pan. He looked completely oblivious to the situation at hand.
Pan walked straight up to Hook, “Thanks for finding her pal,” He said, confusing me even more, “Girls, am I right?”
The guy that held me let go and I was forced back on to the ground, on my knees like I had been before. Hook’s crew approached Pan, who seemed completely unconcerned with everything.
“Woah, hey, no need to get rough boys,” Pan laughed as they grabbed him and pushed him down to his knees beside me, and tying his hands. He was acting like this entire situation was a fun game.
“Hey love,” Peter said with a wink.
Hook motioned for his goons to keep an eye on us while he conversed with two others. “Try anything and I kill her,” He said specifically to Pan. “Sir yes, sir,” he replied, causing Hook to roll his eyes before turning around.
“What the fuck are you doing,” I whisper-yelled at him.
His face morphed from cocky and confident to a more soft and caring expression as he dropped his tough guy act, which he had put on for Hook. “Just trust me and do what I say, I’m getting us out of here.” Before I could protest, Hook turned around to face us.
“Now I’m gonna give you one chance Pan, either you tell me why you’ve been spying on us, or I cut your little girlfriend to pieces,” Hook threatened, holding up the same knife he had before.
“I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?” Peter said with a look of confusion that was obviously fake. Hook shrugged, “I warned you,” he said before stabbing the knife in my shoulder. “Fuck!” I yelled out, pain radiating through my shoulder, the knife still stuck in it.
I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming, something Peter had taught me, if you scream, then they know they can break you. I glared at Peter, and he mouthed the words “Sorry, just trust me” to me.
“Kinda sad how your torturing someone much smaller than you, but I guess that’s cause you can’t take on anyone your own size.”
Hook ripped the knife out of my shoulder, causing me to grunt in pain. “What was that?” He asked, pointing the knife at Peter.
“Oh nothing, just saying that you’re not man enough to take on a real challenge like me,” He said with a shrug. “Peter, now is when you shut up.” I hissed at him, he was going to get both of us killed.
“I got this love,” he said with a smirk, “Come on Hook, why don’t you grow a pair and handle this like a real man.”
“Untie him,” Hook demanded.
“But sir-” his crew tried to protest, “Just do it!” He yelled, Peter’s words had obviously gotten under his skin. Hook’s crew reluctantly untied Peter, who stood up and brushed himself off.
“You know-” Peter started to say, but Hook cut him off with a a punch, immediately knocking Peter to the ground. “I guess we’re starting already,” Peter said with a smirk, before swinging his leg out, and knocking Hook to the ground as well.
Peter and Hook wrestled on the ground a while before one of Hook’s crew threw him a sword, while Peter had nothing. I attempted to get up to help, but Hook’s goons held me down, the most I could do was yell out for Peter.
Eventually, Hook had Peter on the ground, the end of his sword pointing at Peter’s throat. “Looks like you’re the one who can’t take on a real challenge.”
“But you have to admit, it was a pretty good distraction wasn’t it?” Peter said, causing confusion to wash over Hook and his crew’s faces.
An arrow whistled through the air, landing in one of the guys who was holding me down, he fell to the ground, the arrow sticking out of his chest, there was no doubt he was dead.
Peter took advantage of Hook’s shocked state to disappear and then reappear behind him, grabbing a sword from the belt of the dead guy.
As soon as Hook turned around to find where Peter went, Peter held the sword to his throat. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said, his voice going from playful and sarcastic to dark and intimidating.
“By now my Lost boys should have and enough time to completely surround you and your crew.” Hook glared at Peter, who seemed completely unphased. Hook’s crew looked around, finding Lost boys in trees and shrubbery, weapons poised.
“Now you’re going to untie Y/N, then we’ll be on our merry way. Do this and no one gets hurt,” Peter said, an evil smile playing on his lips.
“However, if you don’t do exactly as I say, I give the signal for my boys to attack, and your odds of survival will drop to zero.”
Hook kept his eyes trained at Peter as he spoke. “Untie her.” Was all he said, to which his crew obeyed without question. As soon as I was free, I took my chance to knee the guy who had grabbed me right where the sun doesn’t shine.
“You said no one gets hurt,” the man snarled as he held his crotch. Peter shrugged, “I don’t control her. I’d count yourself lucky, she could have done much worse.”
Peter turned his attention back to Hook, “I think we’ll be going now,” he said, dropping the sword and walking to me. “Let’s go love,” was all he said.
We made our way back to the camp, the lost boys staying behind to make sure Hook and his crew didn’t try anything once we turned out backs.
As soon as we were safe back at camp, Peter engulfed me in a ginat hug, holding me against his chest. “Are you all right?” He asked. “I’m fine,” I responded.
Peter pulled out of the hug and took my face in his hands and examined me. “You don’t look all right,” He said, a look of worry and concern spread across his face as he saw me holding my shoulder, blood dripping on to the ground from the wound.
“We need to get that fixed up,” he said, taking my free hand and leading me to our shared tree house.
I pulled my sleeve off my shoulder just enough for Peter to patch it up, which didn’t take long. After a few moments of silence, Peter finally spoke.
“I was so worried about you,” he whispered.
“You taught me to handle myself, it’s okay,” I said, hating how sad he sounded. Underneath his tough and cold exterior he put on, he was actually soft and sweet.
“You got hurt, and it’s all my fault,” he said, his eyes glazing over.
“Peter, this is not your fault, you need to stop blaming yourself because I was stupid and got caught,” I said firmly, yet softly.
“I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you,” he said.
I let out a sigh and led him to our bed, sitting him down. He let his head hang low, keeping his gaze on the floor. “Peter look at me,” I saw, placing my hand on his cheek and bringing his head up so that he was looking at me.
“You don’t ever have to worry about losing me, you’ve taught me everything I need to know, and in the end I know you’ll always be there if I need help.”
Peter hesitantly nodded.
I leaned forward and quickly pecked his lips, “That was a really stupid plan though,” I said, only half joking.
Peter let out a small chuckle, “Seriously. You’re an idiot.” I said.
“A handsome idiot who would do anything for the girl he loves,” Peter corrected, causing me to smile.
“A handsome idiot who somehow made me fall in love with him,” I said, making Peter smile as well.
“Could you write a Henry fic where the reader is floating on a piece of driftwood and they pick her up but when she wakes up she’s a real badass and like accidently hits Henry and cute anf full of fluff and stuff”
i wanted to finish this before S4 tomorrow but that would be impossible cause I fucking started today :D so have a WIP. no the eyepatch and cigarrette are not part of it unfortunately cause she looks badass af and may god have mercy on our souls tomorrow
i think a lot abt the side of the fallen we dont see… like.. we (as in, humanity i suppose) see/s them as these evil savage scavenging space pirates but like. they are people… with their own culture and lore and beliefs… theyre people with feelings… people with friends and families… like what do fallen do off duty. what do they do to have fun.
how do they interact with their peers… what was their society like, before the whirlwind? we dont even really know what its like now, like, please. i love. them
Pairing: Will Turner/Mermaid!Reader Words: 713 Based onthis imagine.
Imagine the kraken trying to get to you and protect you.
You grunted as you shook the bars that encased you in your prison. Iron, more solid and covered in grime than the dirtiest seas. You ventured they’d been forged at least twenty something years ago. It was no match against your weak arms.
You were so weak outside of the water - above the water. But of course they knew that. It was why they had hauled you out of the fishing net, twisted and tight, and then took one look at the tail that was replacing your lower half, and watched as it faded into human legs. The leering looks were ones you could have done without.
But the confinement, being unable to stretch your legs, or smell the freshness of the salt seas (instead smelling the stench of unbathed men that climbed between above deck to below the level you were staying in) made it unbearable.
And the ship rocked, causing you to hear men rushing to the deck.
Something was happening, something large and enough to rattle them. Something to make the seas rise and the canon-fire be useless.
Something no living man would escape on the seas.
The victory you felt tasted sweet and rich on your tongue as you stepped from the bars, sitting on the bench. Biding your time. These fools of men did not realize how much danger they had found themselves in in taking you captive. They did not even realize that their deaths would have been prevented if they had released you immediately.
But you knew that Will would not have given up looking for you, even if the Seven Seas ran dry and fire replaced the water.
It made you grin at a passing pirate as the ship gave a violent jerk.
It had come.
You heard men give hollers, canon-fire. And then the sound of men’s screams, so sweet to your ears that you wondered if she would give them a quick death. Or if she would let them suffer as you had in your days on dry surfaces.
The sound of wood cracking, the ship being torn apart board by board could be heard around you. And then you could see the tentacle of the Kraken curling around the bars that made up your window. As it yanked with the force of a thousand men, the entire side of the ship seemed to give way, exposing an exit for you.
Rising from your seat on the bench, you could see not just the bodies of men lost at sea in the water, but her. The one you swam with and loved more than most creatures of the sea. And just a few hundred meters in the distance, you could see her master. The Flying Dutchman’s tattered sails and the barnacled ship were the source of your rescue.
The reason the Kraken had been ordered to come and tear this ship apart until you were found.
A tentacle swept your feet out from under you, hauling you out into the morning sky as if you were one of the savage pirates. But as you dangled in mid-air, your heart in your throat and your eyes staring at the ship, as people were jumping aboard to be free of their deaths, or men were pulled into the air much like you were, their life squeezed from them or their bodies flung into the water.
“Let’s go home, girl,” you spoke softly, and the tentacle around your foot loosened, sending you plunging to the depths of the sea, where your tail was restored, and your lungs expanded with the salt water that tasted of the earliest memories you had.
Beneath the surface of the water, your sisters were gathered, mermaids from many different seas, just like you, luring men into the depths for themselves. For the captain of the Flying Dutchman to take on as crew members. For themselves, and their starving bellies.
And for yourself, for revenge of taking the one the captain of the Flying Dutchman had claimed as his own.
You turned towards the only ship you set foot on willingly, the only place you lost your tail and donned legs to stand besides its captain. The one place Will Turner could be for a decade on end.
So like, me and @mama-sally have made a hobby of making up AUs… Like a new one every day and then I draw some scribbles of em.
Here we have the Pirate!AU, where Judy joins Captain Savage’s motley crew of miscreants on a treasure hunt in the magical Devil’s Basin after Nick and Gideon fish her out of the ocean.
Of course there’s also some stuff like Gideon and Nick’s childhood as slaves on a sugar plantation, and Judy needing to go by Jude to avoid the unsavory aspects of being the only woman on a ship full of men at sea.
Its all fun and games until someone (Gideon) loses an eye. Now we just gotta choose who gets the peg leg.
This is Eleanor Guthrie, the trade boss of Nassau, the woman who lorded over a savage pirate kingdom as if it were a plaything. And without whom it cannot function. Imagine, sir, how London would react to the arrival of the Queen of Thieves. Imagine the spectacle of her trial. Imagine the celebrity that’ll be heaped upon her captor.
Kid looking down at his sleeping GF, having contradicting feelings between his personality and love dove feelings for her c:
Kid is such a tsun-cutie and I fear for his life *sigh* You reckless baby. Just don’t die. Please at least just don’t die (´Д` ;)
Female pronouns because of specified request. What is plot. How do you write fluff. How do you write fluff and Kid in one sentence. This dork probably turned out so OOC, I’m so sorry(; ω ; *)
He fixed the stray hair that seemed to be tickling you, touch unusually tender and careful to not wake you from your deep slumber.
It’s surprising how gentle he would behave whenever you were around and when the mood was right, in contrast to his brash and ruthless personality that made his name known throughout the world. Even you actually never saw this side of him, but he had decided he would rather swallow a metal pipe whole than showing this ‘weak’ side of him to you – or worse, in front of his crew. Well, maybe you had seen glances of it a few times, but he made sure that you thought it was your imagination by covering it up, mostly with trash-talking or swiftly changing the lovestruck silly grin into a lecherous smirk instead.
His hands itched to caress your face, but he knew you would wake up and caught him in the act. That would be embarrassing. He really didn’t want to wake you up right now, especially when he was still in the middle of enjoying the peaceful picture of your cute sleeping face. Not to mention he was sure he would act too out of character if you really did woke up now, because for some reason he was overwhelmed by this strange warm feeling in his chest today and he couldn’t keep the loopy grin off his lips.
No, no, he was supposed to be a badass, cruel, savage pirate who crucified his enemies! Not some… Lovesick idiot who would ogle and stare at his girlfriend’s face like a creep. Which is what he was doing right now.
He adjusted his position on the bed cautiously, fiery red eyes never leaving your form. Kid didn’t need anyone to know about how fixated he was with you. He hadn’t even believed it at first and when he finally accepted it, he realized he had fallen too deep. When you expressed that you felt the same, he was beyond ecstatic. You were something – no, someone, whom he loved, whom he would protect at all cost even if he had to put his life on the line.
You could be his biggest downfall someday yet he couldn’t find himself to care.