#jack sparrow x ofc

[emeritusemeritus]

"Jack was like a Chinese finger trap most of the time, you had to carry on playing, delve a little further and accept your fate before you were able to pry yourself away."

Captain Jack Sparrow lands in Port Royal on that fateful day and finds more than he bargained for when he meets Elizabeth Swann’s cousin, Lillian Swann. Canon compliant with a hint of fix-it. Timeline runs through films 1-4.

61 chapters, 189k words.

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[heygerald]

Red Skies Warning: (POTC, 2003)

OFC x Captain Jack Sparrow

I'm back on my bullshit! Enjoy the plot bunny that is now taking up all my free time to think about. Might make this into a series? Might just fuck around. Who knows—that's the joy of life.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing?" Edwina asked with a sharply arched brow, watching as both Will and the pirate turned on their heels to gape at her. She suspected it was her presence that had them jumping in their boots, though she did note how Sparrow's eyes raked up and down the length of her frame while Will's simply widened in surprise.

"Ed—Edwina," Will stammered, before snapping his mouth shut entirely when he realized he wasn't quite sure what to say.

She supposed there wasn't much to say. After all, he was breaking a pirate out of prison. She doubted there was any sort of social etiquette to follow in this sort of instance—the catching a friend doing something highly illegal sort—and so the three of them simply stared at one another for a moment.

"It's not what it looks like," he said, after deciding that the moment had gone on long enough.

There was the sound of boots clattering on cobblestone, and she suspected that it most likely had.

"Really?" she asked still, a little too amused at his attempt to lie his way out of the situation despite the fact that they certainly didn't have the time for it. Edwina flickered her gaze towards Sparrow before allowing her brow to arch even further into her hairline. "Because it looks like you're breaking a stupid drunkard out of prison."

Will's mouth propped open soundlessly, eyes widening when he realized that there really was no way to argue that fact, but it was Sparrow who decided to speak first.

"I'm a pirate, lassie," he corrected her. "Not a drunkard. Not at this time of day, at least."

"My apologies," she said with an airy smile. Edwina leant her shoulder onto the cobblestone partition behind her before starting again. "It looks like you're breaking a stupid pirate out of prison," she echoed. Then lifted a challenging brow at Sparrow to ask, "better?"

He glared, hand waving in the air as if he were drunk, to declare, "you're quite mean for a woman."

"And you're quite ship-less for a Captain," she shot back, enjoying the way that his features clammed up irritably at her jab. There was another clatter of feet on cobblestone—this one much closer than the last—and Edwina gestured to the path to her right rather than the original path she had found the pair sneaking off towards. "Norrington already sent a patrol towards the servant's swimming hole. If you go that way you'll be in irons before you reach the beach. Come on."

She started down the less traveled path without bothering to check if they were following. It took a few moments before she heard the pair starting after her.

Will tugged her at the elbow. He was wearing that look of his—the wounded puppy type that often had her wanting to smack him across the cheek—and when he spoke he sounded both concerned and incensed. "You're not meaning to come with us?"

"Was that a question or a statement?"

"A question?"

"Then yes, I am meaning to come with you."

Edwina took half a step before he tugged her back a second time. He certainly didn't look concerned when he huffed down at her. "A statement, then. You're not to come with us."

She crossed one arm over the other with a hum. "And blacksmiths are not meant to scheme against the Royal Navy, so I suppose we're all doing things we wouldn't ordinarily do, aren't we?"

"You—"

"She's got a point, mate," Sparrow piped up. They turned to find him standing inches away, a finger in the air as he pointed loftily at something above them. "And, seeing as how we're doing things we normally wouldn't be doing, might I suggest that we get moving before we're all thrown into irons. That Norrington doesn't seem too keen on me, mate."

"Is that not something you normally do?" Edwina sniped.

He narrowed his eyes down at her, but she hardly felt intimidated. In fact, he was probably the least intimidating pirate she had ever met despite the fact that he currently had half the island looking to hang him.

He's either an incredible actor or magnificently stupid, she thought.

"Edwina," Will hissed as he pinched his nose. "You're not coming."

"I am."

"This isn't the sort of game we played when we were children," he chided, though there was something arrogant about the way he said it. As if she had been foolish enough to think jailbreak was something fantastical and fun. It was far too hot and humid for her to mistake this as any type of fun. "They'll throw you in prison right along us if we're caught."

"I hardly think so."

"And how do you figure that?" he asked incredulously.

"Simple. You kidnapped me. Against my will, you and the drunkard held me at gunpoint and dragged me to the docks alongside you as some sort of insurance policy. I was only trying to go for a swim when my dear friend turned on me."

He scoffed. "That wouldn't work."

"No?" she questioned, tossing a look towards Sparrow. "Don't you think it would?"

He didn't even pretend to think it over. Instead, he frowned at her; as if she were something distasteful floating in the bottom of his bottle of rum. "There's a word for women that lie, you know. Not a kind one, either," he taunted. Then, as dramatically as he could, Sparrow pointed at the sky. "I don't think He's all that fond of it either, you know. Thou shalt be truthful and what have you."

Edwina snorted. "I hardly doubt you're concerned with telling the truth. But, if that's what you'd rather," she made a show of shrugging, something petulant on her features, "I've no problem with telling the truth. Right now. I could certainly scream loud enough for the Commodore to hear. He'd probably enjoy it, throwing you back in irons, and placing Will right along side you. I'd say Norrington would even be up for a second promotion for his heroics."

Will's brown eyes darted all around them, as if assessing how quickly someone would show up if they heard one of her blood curdling screams, but Sparrow didn't seem to need any time to think it over. It seemed his mood changed just as quickly as the tide as he clucked his tongue at Will with a mocking frown.

"Kidnapping now, Turner, eh? Can't say I'm surprised, but I do like how quickly you've come to embracing the pirate thing."

Will gaped at him. "You can't be serious. You want to bring her?"

Sparrow paused at that and Edwina watched as he churned over the question in his mind for a moment. He turned to her with a look she couldn't quite place. "Can you sail?"

"I know how to tie a knot."

He hummed, inching closer. "Can you swim?"

"Certainly."

Sparrow tilted his head at her, pausing dramatically as he twisted the last question across his tongue as if testing it. "Ay. Can you fight?"

Edwina leaned forward until their noses were nearly touching, enjoying the way that his eyes widened for the breadth of a second as if surprised that a woman would willingly stand this close to a pirate like him. She smiled. "Like my life depends on it, Captain."

Sparrow grinned something mad in response.

"Welcome to the crew, love," he promptly announced before shoving Will down the path and pulling her right along them both. There was a bit of a hustle to his pace as they heard shouting in the near distance. "The two of you aren't—er, you know...?"

Will blushed something fierce, and Edwina rolled her eyes at his sudden muteness. "He should be so lucky."

"That's hardly appropriate, Edwina," came his scolding next when he felt both of their eyes upon him, and something about his response seemed to amuse Sparrow greatly. "We're friends, Sparrow."

"That doesn't mean you can't be—"

Edwina tripped him before he could finish that statement, and while he floundered into a nearby bush, Will pulled her behind a barrel as a pair of soldiers rode by. She could smell the saltwater in the air, could see it just off in the distance, but suddenly the fifty odd yards separating them felt insurmountable.

"You don't have a plan, do you?" she asked him.

Will hedged for an answer, but the way his eyes darted around was telling enough.

"I suppose the pirate doesn't either?"

The pirate in question joined them behind the barrel whilst brushing some dirt off of his shoulder with an irritable glare in her direction. "This attitude of yours is goin' to need to be fixed if you want to crew my ship, love."

"Oh?" she mocked, not bothered that they could be caught at any moment if it meant she got to knock him down a peg. "And which ship would that be? The rowboats over there or the bucket just off beside them?"

It certainly felt like he had something to say in response to that. Yet, when Jack followed her line of sight to a couple of overturned rowboats not too far in the distance, she watched something spark in the depths of his gaze.

Too soon did his toothy smile return. "A boat's'a boat, love."

Edwina turned to Will feeling her determination to join them already beginning to splinter.

"We're not going to like this, are we?" Will sighed.

The bell tower started tolling from the town square, and when Edwina glanced back the way they had come, she realized that if they were to have any chance at successfully rescuing Elizabeth, they would have to do quite a few things that she had never done before. And if that meant trusting a pirate of all people, then so be it. Edwina would rather hang herself than say no to the first adventure she had ever truly been offered.

"Alright then, Sparrow," she gave in. "What's the plan?"

#pirates of the caribbean #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow x ofc #original female character #plot bunny

[sparrowpirate]

Chapters: 61/61 Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jack Sparrow/Original Female Character(s), Elizabeth Swann/Will Turner, Hector Barbossa/Margaret Smyth, Jack Sparrow/Reader, Captain Jack sparrow/ Original Female Character, Jack Sparrow & Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Canon Compliant, Developing Relationship, Established Relationship, Sex, Tattoos, Pirates, Friendship, Jack Sparrow falls in love, OC is Elizabeth’s cousin, Betrayal, Supernatural Elements, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Ancient Greek Mythology, blackbeard - Freeform, No Angélica, A lot of sex, Death, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Voodoo, Falling In Love Summary:

"Jack was like a Chinese finger trap most of the time, you had to carry on playing, delve a little further and accept your fate before you were able to pry yourself away."

Captain Jack Sparrow lands in Port Royal on that fateful day and finds more than he bargained for when he meets Elizabeth Swann’s cousin, Lillian Swann. Canon compliant with a hint of fix-it. Timeline runs through films 1-4.

#captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #pirates off the Caribbean #potc #potc fanfiction #jack sparrow fanfiction #fanfiction #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow x ofc

[minoment]

ofc ofc ofc, sub!jack sparrow supremacy✨ So I didn't really plan this out, but something about jack getting the cockiness fucked outta him…it just does something to me. I don't mind presentation, so you can keep it gender neutral if you like!! Now i'll proceed to obsessively refresh the 'dom reader' tag until you publish it <3

Pairing: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow x Dom GN!Reader

Type: Draft

A/N: Posting this because I promised to get it out <3

Minors DNI <3

You and Jack had gotten off on the wrong foot, to say the least. Well, in your opinion. He didn't seem quite so bothered by it, more.. excited? That definitely ticked you off. He was so.. so infuriating.. so carefree. He treated you like some alluringly gorgeous god of war and that he was some un-killable fool who dared question your presence. Like he was the special one who would never ever be shown your wrath. You hated it.

Jack Sparrow was known across the seas as the luckiest, unlucky but admirable alcoholic to ever stumble upon the slippery decks of a ship. You however, were known as a vicious, territorial, almost Nordic pirate who guarded their claimed land with iron and steel. No one dared to venture near your territory, the pure amount of fear had made you almost forgotten to this day. Not that you minded of course. Stories of your cruelty and maliciousness spread an elaboration of what you were truly like, the tales isolating you in an almost comforting sense of loneliness.

You almost wished you had back that loneliness. But no. Of course not. That fool had made sure to never give you a sense of tranquility ever again.

"HELLLOOOO??"

A shouting voice was heard over the waves, it was slightly slurred and incredibly obnoxious for this early hour. The golden sun peeked over the horizon, sending golden slivers dancing across the waters surface.

You grunted softly, opening an eye and slowly picking yourself off the deck of your ship where you had peacefully been napping. You were an intimidating figure, at least 6'4" and toned from years of taming rough oceans. Your skin was tanned and mottled with scars and tattoos. Your braided and decorated hair glowed a fiery auburn in the growing daylight, 'like molten copper' as your late mother used to say.

Silently, you moved over to the ships edge, raking your cold green gaze over the sandy expanse of the small island you were moored next to. And there he was..

That daft moron got himself stranded a few days ago, somehow separating himself from his crew AND the Black Pearl. You had moored here a few weeks prior, reading the stars and waiting for the perfect time to sail back to your hidden cove you called home. He had dragged himself drunkenly out of the sea not 16 hours ago and your tranquil peace had disappeared from that point forward.

You had no intention of helping him, his constant chatting and one-sided conversations making him insufferable. He was doing it on purpose and you knew that, but it got on your nerves either way.

"What tha fuck d'ya want?" You snapped crossly over the well-kept railing of your ship. Your gaze narrowed as a triumphant smirk played across his lips. He was admittedly handsome, you'd give him that.

"Mornin' lovely..." He singsonged flirtatiously, gazing up at you and shielding his eyes from the now fully-risen sun.

You scowled in disapproval, not appreciating this levelling sort of flirtatious friendliness.

"You know.." He continued thoughtfully, mockingly speaking as if you were some sort of Lord, "I'd really like some food and water.. if you'd be so gallant as to spare some?"

You scowled once more and moved away from the railing. As much as it was 'survival of the fittest' and a constant battle with your stubbornly cruel personality, you couldn't watch a man starve to death with your help right in front of him. Besides, apart from being an infuriating pest, he hadn't actually hurt you.

A neatly coiled rope lay near your mast and you picked it up, carrying it back over to the railing. You secured the end firmly to the rail and dropped it down so the other ratty end dipped into the salty water.

"Climb up before I change my fuckin' mind.." You snapped, tilting your head in a sort of aggressive invitation aboard.

Jack wasted no time in scrambling up the rope like a monkey, your powerful grasp steadying his shoulder and body as he helped himself aboard. He stood to the side as you untied the rope and started to reel it up. His hand absentmindedly rubbed where your fingers had gripped his collarbone, his gaze flicking to your veined, clearly weathered hand as it worked the now sodden rope.

You turned and looked down at him, your gaze becoming ever so less furious as he looked back up at you and thanked you for your generosity. For some reason, you felt a little guilty for not letting him on sooner. He looked like a curious little mutt, his beautiful brown eyes seeming to warm you up from the inside out. You bit the inside of your cheek and looked away, scolding yourself for getting in your head. You motioned Jack to follow and brought him below deck.

Your boat was large yet you were the only one on it. It was decorated beautifully, showing off what obvious peace you had by yourself. There were maps and tapestries in some rooms, others having shark skulls and ornately engraved longswords hung up with bent nails. Apparently you were incredibly creative as well as a ruthless killer.

Jack marvelled your boat before his gaze curiously roamed your broad form. His keen eye took note of your clean clothes, the neat Nordic pattern embroidery and the occasional stain of spattered blood. Your belt held pouches and sheathed knives, all made by you. He admired your physique too, the way your muscles flexed under your skin as your opened the heavy door to your main living area. You didn't smell like the usual pirate either. An alluring scent of spices, fabric, seawater and blood seemed to follow you wherever you walked.

Eventually you sat him down, taking note of his ripped clothes and dirty features. You motioned for him to hold out his hands, working in complete silence as you wiped off his hands with a wet rag. The salt water stung a few scratches but Jack patiently held still, letting you wipe off his neck and face area. You almost did this as a sign of respect before standing up and getting him some clean clothes. You held out the rag and the pail of sea water, wordlessly telling him to get dressed and clean the rest of his body. He did as he was hold and you turned, moving to the other side of the cabin to find some stale bread and dried fish for him to eat.

When you finally turned around, he had washed himself and was getting dressed. Only Jacks upper body remained unclothed and your green gaze wandered over his tan skin. He had many bullet and knife wounds, adding up to the lucky part of his reputation. Personally, you found them quite beautiful although you would rather die than admit it.

"Here.." You said gruffly, handing him the plate of foot and a pouch of rainwater off your person. "Rest for a while.."

"Ah.. thank you.." Jack replied, finishing dressing himself and taking the plate and pouch from you. "I knew ya soul would be as beautiful as your pretty face.."

You sighed silently, moving to pick up his discarded clothes. You walked back up to the sunny desk, laying out Jacks clothes so they would dry and be parched of their salty sea smell.

You moved back below deck, your gaze raking over Jacks now-clothed chest and opening your mouth to ask about his scars.

"You really are nothing like the stories say, are ya?" Jack said as he interrupted your train of thought before you could speak and looked from his food to your eyes.

You paused, momentarily re-arranging your thoughts before speaking.

"No I'm not..." You said eventually, motioning to your own chest in reference to his bullet wound scars. "But you're definitely as lucky as the tales tell.."

Jack looked down and smiled slightly to himself, unable to form a response to that. It felt odd to be complimented by such a stoic and feared persona like yourself.

"What are ya really like then?" Jack asked, drinking the last of his water and letting you take the plate from him.

"I- don't really know.." You replied, stowing the things away before turning back to him. "Well no.. I just can't remember.."

"Why not?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. "You look like you'd have quite the personality.."

"Near death experience can blanch the personality from your soul I s'pose.." You shrug, leaning back against the ships wall and crossing your arms. You watched him closely. "You definitely have had your fair share of near death experiences, how come you're still an arrogant shit?" You say flatly, making Jack laugh.

"You've got quite the mouth huh?" He smirked, his gaze flicking to your scarred lips in a much more suggestive way than before.

You were a little taken aback by his suddenness but you regained control of yourself and narrowed your eyes. "Answer my question.."

"I guess I'm just better than you.." Jack shrugged with a cocky smirk, obviously trying to rile you up. The annoying thing was, it was working. You gritted your teeth, your jaw tensing.

Jack easily picked up on that and grinned, a soft chuckle escaping him. He knew this was a dangerous game; that only made him want to play it more. It certainly solidified his reputation of the stupidly brave captain.

"You aren't better than me.." You scowled, your hands moving behind you to grip the wooden counter as he began to approach you.

"Oh but I am.." Jack smirked. "You would have killed me by now if I were anyone else in front of you.. am I special?"

The audacity he had. It made your blood boil, but nonetheless you stayed against the wall, watching him like a hawk.

"It makes me wonder.." Jack continued, moving ever closer so his body was mere inches from yours and his calloused hand reached up to cup your face. He leant up and in a little closer, his lips only centimetres from yours. "A great pirate like you.. maybe you've gone soft.. maybe you could even be a whore and-"

That word set something ablaze inside of you, a boiling pit of rage and frustration overflowing within your guts. The only thing you could think about was teaching this cocky brat a lesson. Just before he could finish the rest of his insulting sentence, before he could kiss you; you snapped.

You pushed him back, slamming him against the opposite wall and knocking the breath out of him. Before Jack could get a single word or gasp out of his mouth, you crashed your lips against his and silenced him. His eyes widened in shock before he relaxed. He attempted to bring his hands up to cup your face but you gripped his wrists and slammed them against the wall with your iron grasp. This was a lesson.

You bit down on his lower lip and squeezed his wrists tighter, earning a low whine of protest from Jack as your larger body pushed him up against the wall. Soon your hands left his wrists and he got the message, holding onto the edge of the counter lining the ships wall. Jack gripped the polished wood so hard he thought his rings would splinter the expensive timber. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his neck, only needing one to pleasurably restrict his blood flow.

Heat pooled between his legs when your hand tightened around his neck, a choked whine escaping his lips as lightheaded pleasure filled his senses. You took this opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, making his legs almost buckle. Your kisses became even more aggressive and vicious as you tasted him, pinning him roughly up against the wall. The fiery taste of rum and salt on his lips spurred you on as Jack mewled in your grasp. You were so good, it made him lose himself almost instantly. The way you squeezed his neck, how your rough fingers pressed against his arteries so he could breathe easily through his nose while you ravaged his now kiss-bitten lips.. he wanted more, oh so much more...

Jacks greed eventually got the better of him and he clawed at your free hand, trying to move it towards his hips. You growled low in your throat, warning him. He didn't listen, desperate for more pleasure as he dug his nails into your hand. You pulled away with a rough curse, gripping his dreaded locks and dragging him away from the wall and down into the next room; your quarters.

The man yelped in a pleasurable sort of pain, opening his mouth to protest. You didn't let him, throwing him down into the messy nest of furs, fabrics, and blankets that was your bed. You held Jack down on his stomach, one hand pressing down between his shoulder blades and your knee in the small of his back. Nothing could be heard except for Jacks laboured breathing, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, and the metallic noise of you unclasping your belt.

You dragged the thick, worn, leather strap from around your waist before wrapping his tightly around Jacks wrists. He watched as you wrapped the belt further around an iron ring connected to the wall, unable to move his hands. Now that he was restrained and laying on his stomach in your bed, you could begin his real lesson.

Jack buried his face in the fabrics, your scent making arousal rock through his body in steady waves; yet it was also weirdly comforting to him. He felt you over him, your knees on either side of his hips as you leant down to bite and kiss at his neck.

You moved his hair ever so gently to the side, your lips and teeth leaving dark hickeys all over his sweet, salty skin. Jacks breathing became heavy once more as he tried to hide this fact by muffling his face in the furs. Eventually it became too hot and Jack couldn't breathe, so he just lay his head to the side and took it; not even bothering to preserve his dignity or hide his rough pants and gasps anymore when you suckled marks onto his skin.

You were marking Jack as yours and the very thought made his hips stutter forward ever so slightly. A small whine escaped his lips and you scowled, one hand moving to pull his hips up away from the bed. Jack was now face down ass up, a humiliated blush spreading over his features as he panted. One of your hands was in his hair, tightly gripping his locks and keeping his neck exposed while you marked him. The other held his hips, keeping him pressed against your body but unable to grind down against the sheets where he needed it most.

A choked breath was pushed from Jacks lips as he realized exactly what situation he was in. You weren't going to give him any sort of pleasure. You were going to hold him up like this and mark him up until he was a pleading mess. Jack didn't want that, he was greedy for more, anything more; and you knew it.

Jacks heavy panting and gasps filled the room, occasionally breaking it up with low keening whines as you tugged his hair and marked his neck. Eventually he couldn't take this torture any longer.

"P-please.. Indulge me, I beg you.." Jack panted, swallowing and licking his lips. His own breaking, reedy voice surprised him. "Need more..."

Jack lay his head to the side as you pulled away from his neck, letting out a low groan as you squeezed his hips and silently warned him not to try and thrust back down against the bed.

You decided to treat him knowing that his stubborn greed and wants would get both of you nowhere. So instead of taking away what he wanted, you would give it to him. Oh yes you would, you would give him what he wanted until he was a squirming, moaning mess just pleading for you to stop.

Jack practically melted in your grasp once more as your hot mouth came in contact with the sensitive skin of his neck. Your sharp teeth grazed over the fresh bruises, your tongue gliding over their wake.

The sensation distracted his attention long enough for you to slip your large, rough hands into the soft cotton fabric of his pants. the low whine echoing in his throat turned into a strangled moan as your hand wrapped around his stiff, leaking shaft.

He buried his face in the furs once more, his hips trembling as your mouth continued to work at his neck and your hand tightened around his cock. Jack could feel himself dripping into your tight fist as he bit down on the thick wool of a blanket, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Nonetheless, he remained obedient and kept his hips as still as possible while your hand worked him into oblivion.

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[captain-camille]

Yo Ho, fellow pirates 🏴‍☠️🤍

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Can you do Mom!Tia Dalma x daughter!reader when reader met black pearl crew(after Jack died) please T^T

Yes ofc honey! 😘

I wouldn't leave you behind

Pairing: Mom! Tia Dalma x Daughter! Reader

Description: You meet the crew of black pearl and after a while of bonding with them, your mom is afraid you'll leave her alone to sail the world

You walk with your mom aboard the ship she had told you about a few weeks after coming back from sailing across the seas. You stand behind your mom as she says hi to a few people in the crew, the first two people you see in front of the two of you is a handsome man with long brown hair and facial hair and a beautiful woman with lightly tanned skin and blonde brownish hair, slowly peeking out after your mom tells them she brought you on board to meet everyone and sail with them, smiling big when the two smile sweetly at you "You are definitely going to become a strong woman this next while" you smile even bigger at the compliment learning their names were Elizabeth and Will. They are engaged to be married, you walk away with your mom meeting everyone else in the crew, and finally going up top meeting Jack Sparrow who she had told plenty of stories about to you, you slowly walk around talking to each person of the crew, even having cotton's bird on your shoulder singing to you and Barbossa's monkey Jack took company on your shoulder happily chatting away to you as you giggle making her smile as she stands next to will and elizabeth, but then she gets a feeling of dread and fear in her gut that makes her heart sink to the pit of her stomach "What's wrong tia?" elizabeth puts her hand on her shoulder as will looks at her face, instantly seeing the emotions on her face watching you. "She's going to leave...I'll be alone without ever seeing her again" they look at her in concern as they realize what she means, pulling her in a hug as she feels tears flow down her face "She loves you too much, she would want you to go with her or go with you wherever you were going" she looks at will slowly realizing how right they were nodding and wiping tears away until she feels a hand grabs hers, looking up to see you with tears in your eyes "I want to sail across the seas but not without you, I wouldn't leave you behind ever" you hug each other tightly, laughing sweetly when you feel more arms wrap around you, seeing will and elizabeth above you, hugging both of you tightly as you all laugh l, enjoying the breeze and sharing jokes with the rest of the crew as you and your mom hold each other's arms feeling more bonded together than ever.

#pirates of the caribbean #tia dalma x reader #pirates of the carribbean x reader #tia dalma

[special-agent-fiction]

Masterlist

Star Trek (2009)

Seasons of Us (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Just a look through the seasons of yours and Jim’s life together in Iowa (pre-Starfleet).  One-Shot

The View (Jim Kirk x Reader)

The reader is totally in love with the view from their window and Jim can’t quite understand why.  One-Shot

Fragments of You (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Jim’s having trouble after the events of ‘Into Darkness’ and honestly, everyone else is still really freaked out over the fact that he died. Everyone but you that is. You’re helping him through it all.  One-Shot

New Rules(Jim Kirk x Female Reader)

You didn’t ask for their help. In fact, you actively declined their input into the situation but Uhura scares you and Bones has a kick-ass stare and suddenly you’re letting them come up with a list of rules for how to live your life without falling head-over-heels in love with Jim Kirk. One-Shot

Part 1

Part 2

How To Save A Life (Spock x Reader)

Emotional outbursts are dangerous to Vulcan’s who spend their lives bottling everything up and Spock is an expert at the art of stoicism. Reader is a Starfleet therapist tasked with helping him post-Khan and ‘Into Darkness’.  One-Shot

Ex Astris, Scientia  (Spock x Reader)

Written for a request -  “Hi can you do story (long please) about reader being depressed and insecure and Spock finding out and comforting reader…”  One-Shot

The Hobbit

The Promise (Thorin Oakenshield x OFC)

Taken in by the Durin’s when she was a child, Eleonóra has lived through it all; the glory of Erebor, Smaug, the journey to Erid Luin and now a Quest to reclaim the hallowed halls stolen from them so many years ago. With a promise to fulfill she will do anything to keep her boys, all of them, safe from whatever lies ahead on the road to their lost homeland.

Chapter One - The Glory of Erebor

Chapter Two - A Fire Drake from the North

Chapter Three - Gundabad Orcs and Hallowed Halls

Chapter Four - A Changed Face

Chapter Five - Women’s Work

Chapter Six - The New Normal

Chapter Seven - Mahal Giveth and Mahal Taketh Away

Chapter Eight - New Beginnings (Again)

Chapter Nine - Snapshots of Life

Chapter Ten - Reflections

Chapter Eleven - The Head of an Empty Table

Chapter Twelve - A Chance Encounter

Chapter Thirteen - Coming Soon

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Duo (Napoleon Solo x OFC)

CIA Agent Napoleon Solo only allowed two people in the whole world to use his first name, both were female and one was his mother, bless her soul. The other? Well that’s confidential…or at least it was.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen (Final Chapter)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Hoist The Colours (Jack Sparrow x OFC)

One-Shot, Prequel to COTBP The plan had been to sail the Caribbean together until they the deck of their beloved Wicked Wench splintered beneath their feet from old age. But the Wench had splintered early and now Jack was out for blood; he’d summon the Pirate Lords himself if it meant getting Her out of Beckett’s clutches and back at his side, where she belonged.

#masterlist #my masterlist

[justafairytailofinnocence]

New anon here <3

Match up for PotC?

General:

- Fem identifying + she/her if you need my pronouns

- Polyam and possibly bi (for now I'm only romantically attracted to males so)

- Academically smart + gamer

- I love drawing, learning languages and playing games (though you can't do that in those times)

- I also don't mind playing poker or mahjong so

- Mental state is questionable (I'm going to therapy so you be the judge /lh)

Personality:

- My personality changes from: Chaotic/happy - very unstable - Soft/cute - s e x (/hj)

- I've been known by friends and aquaintences to be... very confident/outgoing? Apparently I give off the vibes of 'F u im gonna be me and not care about anyone's judgements'

- My sense of humour is cursed and chaotic

- Speaking of, I am quite a chaotic person in general

- I'm also quite energetic? People say I'm always very cheerful

- That's a lie I'm just good at masking lmao

- I'm pretty indecisive too ohno

- Anyway, I'm VERY empathic/caring. I am literally part of an online support group full of strangers so we can all help each other

Looks:

- I am pretty small (5'2 or something)

- Also literally as slim as a stick (not like skeleton/unhealthy, just like... very skinny) 💀

- I have long straight black hair and brown eyes

- Small face shape too I think

- Pretty flat (both chest and butt) but I think I've got decent hips imo 🤔

- My fashion is as variable as my taste in men tbh

- Sometimes im the cute girl with short pleated skirts, oversized sweaters, flowy dresses, knee high socks, Mary Jane shoes, pink blushy makeup and soft strawberry pinks

- Sometimes I be put here with leather jackets, suits, bold black liner + red lipstick and g strings

- And sometimes im looking like a sl-tty e girl idk man 🤷

- Anyways, I think if I had to wear a pirate fit it would either be an off the shoulder crop shirt + low waisted trousers or a cute flowy white dress with a brown corset and stuff

Relationship stuff:

- I'm pretttty big on PDA

- I like holding hands, hugs, kisses

- What I absolutely adore is having a hand on the waist + being picked up bridal style

- Being hugged from behind is cute too <3

- Romantic gestures that are more verbal such as compliments, letters and such are cool, just not as good as PDA lol

- Oooo speaking of I would love getting jewellery or clothes from bf bc then I can wear it as if to prove to others we're together and stuff :)

- I think i would probably suit a more casual one rather than go straight into 'I love you' tho ofc later on I wouldnt mind

- I don't mind most dates, though movies + museums are probably not my thing lol

- I don't mind a bit of clinginess, but I detest constant messages/texts like leave me alone

- As for my pref in men, as long as ur taller and masc I'm good man

Extra:

- I saw u could do a theme song and I think that would be super cool!!

- If there's like... one person I wouldn't like to be matched with it would be any of the Turners (sorry lol)

- I assume it isn't allowed, but if it is then multiple matches are 😳 yes pls

- TYSM FOR READING THIS ILYSM 💜💜💜

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For potc I ship you with:

Jack sparrow 🏴‍☠️

And

Hector Barbossa 🐒

Jack met you through tortuga, he was sailing to find the fountain of youth.

You were captured with jack and black beard to find it.

Jack was whisping you away, he lost the pearl however to the captain.

He tried to make amends with you by showing how romantic he can be.

Jack is more passionate and romantic while Hector's more genuine and somewhat heartfelt.

Barbossa wanted to find Jack but at the same time he also wanted the pearl and find you.

Jack rarely was committed but he for the first time wanted to be with you.

Angelica got jealous most of the time and had you do the dirty work.

Barbossa didn't exactly share his feelings, he wasn't used to romance but he would be would reveal something to you.

Jack has more experience, he was quite more passionate and confident in what he knows.

Expect sword fighting and arguing between the two.

If you choose jack, he would marry you on the pearl and your kid would be the next pirate lord. They would have his eyes and your hair.

Your theme song with jack:

If you chose barbossa, he would marry you as a pirate bride and your kid would be a pirate or landlubber. They would have your hair and his eyes.

Your theme song with barbossa:

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#pirates of the caribbean matchup #pirates of the caribbean matchups open

[blueoncemoon]

(Just a pinned post for quick reference of my works!)

The Hidland Chronicles

Aragorn x OFC, action/adventure, worldbuilding

The Lady of the Rohirrim ( AO3 | FFN ) 210k words, 31 chapters; complete

The Coronation of the King ( AO3 | FFN ) 25k words, 4 chapters; complete

The Marshal of the Mark ( AO3 | FFN ) 270k words, 41 chapters; complete

The Marriage of the King Coming soon; WIP

Other LotR works

Espresso Tides ( AO3 only ) Aragorn, Éowyn, Arwen, Boromir; coffee shop AU; comedy; 1k words, one-shot

The Call Centre ( AO3 only ) Pippin, original orc character, Merry, Galadriel; modern AU; comedy; 3k words, one-shot

Where I Live ( AO3 only ) Lotho Sackville-Baggins, Lobelia, Camellia, Odovacar Bolger, Vigo Boffin; music AU; slice of life; request; 8.5k words, three-shot

Jazz ( AO3 only ) Melkor, Eru, Ainur; extended metaphor regarding the Ainulindalë; 500 words, one-shot

Non-LotR works

Elegy ( AO3 only ) Historical fiction; Edwardian composers and classical musicians; gen; time travel; 30k words, 9 chapters (slow-updating WIP)

The Jane Clinic ( AO3 only ) The Walking Dead; Rick Grimes/OFC; exploration of reproductive choices in the apocalypse; smut; 35k words, 14 chapters (complete)

The Azure Silk Tunic ( AO3 only ) Pirates of the Caribbean/classical music RPF crossover; Jack Sparrow & cellist Mischa Maisky; 17th century Bologna; 1.3k words, one-shot

Brekekekex-koax-koax ( AO3 only ) Mandalorian fandom; season 2 episode 11 fix-it; frog people; worldbuilding; 4k words, one-shot

The Yeti and the Elf ( AO3 only ) The Rise of the Guardians fandom; Phil the Yeti & elf; crack comedy; 555 words, one-shot

And several more on AO3!

Cheers!

#fanfiction #lord of the rings #historical fiction #pirates of the caribbean #the mandalorian #the rise of the guardians #the walking dead

[theiratepirate]

Sparrow's Nest Masterlist

Summary: But the most terrifying thing? Now that her auburn hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, Will can see the glint of dark hooped earrings, dark kohl around her eyes in a style reminiscent of Jack’s, and better make out the shining, puckered scar just below her left ear.

The skin is pulled taut over the burn, stretched and raw. It doesn’t look particularly recent, but painful nonetheless, and in any case it’s clear that Lillian has the pirate’s brand.

Word Count: 20k (ongoing)

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, sexism, lack of hygiene, mentions of rape, death threats, chapter specific warnings noted at the beginning of each chapter

Author’s Note: Sparrow's Nest is in the works. I'm focusing on my Tolkien fanfiction at the moment, and when my head clears of that then I'll be back! In the meantime, here's the first chapter as a teaser! Read and enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Port Royal

#masterlist #writing #pirates #fanfiction #pirates of the caribbean #potc #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #will turner #william turner #elizabeth swann #pirate #OFC #OC #jack sparrow x ofc #jack sparrow fanfic #jack sparrow x oc #hector barbossa #joshamee gibbs #james norrington #commodore norrington #theiratepirate

[velociraptors-dont-lie]

2271 words. 

I’m gonna try writing for either, Cullen, Merlin or Jack sparrow now, just to break from that world. 

Come back to it when the block is over. I’ve been listening to Evermore from the live action beauty and beast on repeat so I might be able to get those chapters I lost for Cullen back. 

#jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #Jason Kolchek x Ofc #Cullen rutherford x Ofc #Jack sparrow x ofc #BBcMerlin x ofc

[vinyl-sway]

has anyone made a fic where Kara works at Disneyland and Lena took Lori and Conner to Disneyland and because Kara is so bright and into her character they love her and months later the kids broke Lena into hiring Kara for their birthday party and somehow they got another mummy for birthday??

#idk which character she would be #WAIT #captain jack sparrow #!!! #ofc #idk how bright he is but #hes always looking for the treasure #and Lena might just have it #supercorp #kara x lena #sc fic #fanfic #supercorp fanfic

[heygerald]

Red Skies Warning: (POTC, 2003)

OFC x Captain Jack Sparrow

I am so pleasantly surprised at how many interactions I got on my first post, but then again it's not that surprising because I think POTC has a huge fandom and like... zilch written for it. It's unlawful, honestly. Jackie deserves so much more love than he gets.

The sea was, in lack of a better word, blue.

Not the type of blue that she was used to seeing. No, Edwina rarely did anything other than stare at the sea from the shoreline of Port Royal, and though the weather was fair and the island beautiful, seeing the white crest of waves in the distance that broke up the solemn blue of the ocean did not do it justice.

In reality, the sea wasn't just a wash of aquamarine, but turquoise, seafoam, navy and royal, with wafts of white, purple, and pink depending on the time of day. It was so clear that she could see schools of fish jolt near the surface, dolphins that played in the wake of the HMS Interceptor. At night, the sunset would cast hues of every color imaginable on the horizon; at sunrise, she could catch swirls of orange and red lit up like fire.

Even she had to admit that art did it no justice. It was absolutely breathtaking.

"Beautiful, ain't it?"

Jack settled a pair of tan hands on the wooden railing next to her, and though Edwina had been enjoying her rare moment of quiet, she supposed that his company was better than Will's surly demeanor at the moment.

Besides, he was agreeing with her.

So, rather than start a fight, Edwina nodded as her gaze crept along the horizon. She could see other ships in the distance as they approached port, leaving her to soak up what little time they had left of the calm sea. "Prettier than I thought it would be," she admitted after a moment.

"You'd never seen it?"

Edwina gave him a look. "I lived on an island. Of course I saw it. I just... didn't realize that it would be so different out here."

"You've never been sailing before?"

"Was I young, when we first came to Port Royal, but... not since. My father didn't particularly like the idea of me following him around at at work."

Jack hummed, but it was a thoughtless noise. He did that a lot; appeared to agree, yet, when she actually looked at him, Edwina got the sneaking suspicion that his mind was a million miles away.

"Rich lassies don't get to enjoy all the fun things, then, eh?"

The beauty of the moment soured, and Edwina sighed loudly at his jab. Because it was a jab. "I'm not rich."

"Ay?" he asked, eyes lingering on the soft pads of her hands for a moment. "Could'a fooled me, love."

"You know many rich women that long to be stuck on a stolen Navy ship with a pirate and a moody blacksmith?" she shot back, crossing one arm over the other.

Yet, Jack's mouth twitched into a toothy grin; like he had been waiting for her to lose her patience with him.

An idiot then, she decided, truly the dumbest man she had ever met.

"You're hardly the first woman to want a taste of something more exciting, love," he told her, leaning a bit too close for comfort, before he was swaying backwards with a twinkle in his eye. "It won't be long before you get bored of the life. They all do. And when you leave alongside Turner and the girl, I'll gladly share a sip of run to celebrate the occasion. I'll even wave."

Edwina narrowed her eyes down the slant of her nose at him. "Just because a woman gets tired of your stench, Sparrow, doesn't mean that all women who long for something more are eventually going to lose interest."

He sniffed his nose at her irritably. "S'called a musk, love," he said. As if that was the most important part of her argument. She blinked at him in disbelief, and Jack sniffed a second time before adding, "s'better than those wigs and makeup your Navy men wear. To think you'd rather that—"

"I do not rather that," she cut him off before he could even go down that particular tangent. His mouth twitched again, happy as a clam to hear her say it, and she just as quickly wiped the pleased look off his face by adding, "in fact, I think I'd prefer the company of a rat infested island than any of the men in my life. Navy or pirate."

He glared for half a second, before something smarmy turned his features. "Don't suppose you've put that to the test, have you, love?"

"Have I marooned myself on a rat infested island before?"

"I meant more in the favor or a Navy man or a pirate."

"Has anyone ever called you despicable before?"

His smile crooked, eyes lit up to show just how much he was enjoying riling her up, and Edwina envisioned slapping the gold tooth out of his mouth. "You can call me whatever you want, love. S'long as you answer a question for me."

Edwina perked a brow. "I already call you whatever I want."

Jack considered that, before decidedly ignoring the statement altogether to redirect his gaze to the horizon. She watched him watch it for a moment, before Jack slowly asked, "what are you really doing out here?"

It was a stupid question out of nowhere; yet, she didn't laugh. She supposed she was too thrown off guard to laugh. It was a genuine question on his part.

So, she gave him a genuine answer. "Pirates kidnapped Elizabeth, who is my only female friend on the island; the only friend I have that dreads marriage for power as much as I do."

He considered that. "Not a fan of power, eh?"

"You're a pirate. Tell me; what does power bring if you have it but not the freedom to do with it what you wish?"

Some sort of understanding flickered in his eyes, but she didn't see it for long before Jack was swaying against the wooden railing with a golden-toothed grin. "You and Turner both, then?"

She furrowed her brows at him; this time, she did laugh. "I'm not exactly keen on rescuing Elizabeth just so I can confess my love for her," she corrected.

He rolled his eyes, swaying close enough that she could see something soft and honeyed in them, to say, "you're both pirates who aren't pirates. Ay?"

"Yes, well," she tutted, glancing towards the other end of the boat where she knew Will liked to stew in his thoughts and feelings when talking to Jack got too much. "I was raised by a Navy man; wasn't exactly taught how to be a pirate other than to drink all the time."

"Not a bad start. What's dear William's excuse?"

Edwina almost answered that inquiry truthfully—his parents were killed by pirates, so the story goes—but a single look at Jack reminded her of how sneaky he had proven to be. A drunkard, certainly, but one that remembered the things he was told.

So, rather than give in, she said, "you know, I heard Norrington talk about you after the stunt you pulled with Elizabeth."

"Heralds of my heroics are passing already?"

"He said you were the worst pirate he had ever met."

Jack's smile soured a bit, but he waved a hand indifferently in the air as if it didn't bother him a bit to hear such slander. "Your dear Commodore clearly hasn't spent much time meetin' pirates, then."

"Are you trying to say that you're a good pirate, or simply that the other pirates out there are far worse at it then you?" she asked.

He blinked; at her, at the ground, then at her again, and she could see the question churning in his head before he realized that he wouldn't be pleased with either answer. He tutted at her, sticking a finger in her face, to point out, "you're not nearly as fun as Turner, you know. And that's saying something. Poor sod moans more than a nun in church."

Edwina was pretty sure that wasn't a saying. And, if it was a saying, she was pretty sure that wasn't how the saying went.

Regardless, she swatted his hand out of her face like a fly. "Will hasn't exactly been having a good year. It doesn't help his mood out at all when you poke fun."

"Did the hat store run out of peacock feathers?" he taunted.

"The Commodore dislikes him nearly as much as you."

Jack considered that. But when he gave her a lewd smile it became clear that he hadn't taken her point at all, and instead got sidetracked by something else. "Ah, and here I thought you didn't like Navy men, love."

The idea that she spent any matter of time with someone as lawful and stoic as James Norrington had Edwina huffing. He was a handsome man, she supposed, if one squinted at the right angle, but she had met pelicans with more personality than he had. "Haven't you heard? Commodore Norrington is far more infatuated with Elizabeth than a girl like me."

Jack's brow ticked up. "Oh?" he asked. Then, thinking it through properly, she watched as he swept his gaze towards the far side of the boat where Will had last been seen. "Oh. Seems to make more sense why the eunuch is so—"

He made a face, waving his hands in a way that she would certainly never be able to interpret, before shooting an overdramatic wince her way.

"He's awfully pathetic, isn't he?"

Edwina rolled her eyes; even when Will wasn't in hearing distance, Jack still seemed to take the piss out on him. "Have you ever heard a saying about a pot meeting a kettle?"

"I've met a pot before—shan't be doing that again. Far too much bruising," he muttered.

She didn't bother try to interpret that thought, either. Instead, Edwina glanced towards the sails in the distance. "How likely are you to end up in irons once we get to Tortuga?"

"Tortuga? No one ends up in irons on Tortuga, love. That's the beauty of it," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her with a toothy grin. "The only law is never start a fight with someone bigger than yourself, and if you do that, you'd best be sure your gun is bigger than theirs."

"That's two laws."

"No, we won't be finding trouble in Tortuga. Not the Navy type, anyway," he said with a glance to the horizon. "There's no saying what sort of trouble we might find once the sun has set and me bottle is full of rum."

"I'm starting to think we should leave you on the ship."

Jack looked scandalized at the suggestion. "Better to be leavin' you on the ship with that sort of mutinous talk," he said, deciding that it would be a perfect time to leave the conversation entirely.

Edwina watched him stumble towards the other end of the boat where he was about to badger Will about something mundane, no doubt, and she rolled her eyes after him before turning her attention back to the sea. It wouldn't be long before they made port now, and a trepidatious feeling stirred in her stomach.

She wasn't sure what would be worse—Jack Sparrow drinking all the rum he could find or Jack Sparrow not finding a single drop of it.

She sighed knowing that she was about to find out one way or another.

#pirates of the caribbean #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow x ofc #original female character #plot bunny #red skies warning

[softmafia]

Ooooh! You've reopened your requests?? Yeet! Okay so, I've been wanting to request this since I first saw your page but never got the chance to. But now here it goes!

Can I request a scenario where Y/N has been reading too much fanfictions (x reader, mostly) and accidentally calls Hiso by another name? Perhaps the name of a character he doesn't know?

Ofc, you can just ignore this if you don't feel like writing it, or if I have somehow mistaken your requests for being open, or under any circumstances honestly. Love your work either way 🥰. Thank you! Have a nice day/night!

This is hilarious HAHAHAHA

Poor Hisoka😭 and I know one image(gif) that just describes this whole situation

Neu reader, nsfw themes mentioned(I don’t know if I should put the nsfw tag since there’s no explicit smut, but I’ll put it just to be safe)

Y/n huddled under a blanket, their face was red and flustered as they read over smut fanfictions on Archive of Our Own, of Jack Sparrow. They bit their lip and shivered in excitement, until they heard footsteps heading towards the bedroom. Y/n quickly threw the covers off of themself and turned off their phone, laying down on their side and pretending to be asleep.

“Y/n~ my dear~” Hisoka’s soft, soothing voice spoke from behind them, they felt his nails dragging across their skin gently, making them shudder. “I know when you’re sleeping, my pet~” he whispered in their ear. Y/n scrunched their nose and stifled a laugh, “Ok Santa.” They teased, Hisoka laughed and threw himself onto the bed beside them, “Oh~? Would you like to sit on my lap and tell me what you want~?” He purred deviously, grabbing Y/n by their hips and slinging them on his lap. Y/n blushed a wild shade of red, slapping a hand over their mouth and giggling, “Oh Jack~” they and Hisoka both paused, Y/n realizing what they had just said and slowly craned their gaze up to Hisoka. He had a blank expression and looked genuinely lost, Y/n shuddered, “I-I’m sorry-”

“No. It’s quite alright.” Hisoka smiled gently, he closed his eyes so they couldn’t see the obvious pain that caused him. They gasped, Jack was a common name. Y/n didn’t want Hisoka to think they were cheating, “Jack Sparrow!! I was.. reading something about Pirates of the Caribbean and.. my brain..” they pressed the tips of their index fingers together. “Pirates of the what?” Hisoka looked at you funny, and in return you shared an even more confused expression.

“You’ve never seen Pirates of the Caribbean?” Y/n pressed.

“No.” Hisoka said blankly.

“You haven’t even heard of it?!”

“No.”

The next long, long hours were spent watching the entire series of movies, Y/n always gushing and melting over Johnny Depp’s portrayal of the character. Hisoka couldn’t help but feel jealous but it was only a movie, and it would be pretty hypocritical on Hisoka’s part, he has many fictional wives. There came a point where Y/n wanted to show Hisoka behind the scenes footage of Jack Sparrow, but they made the grave mistake of leaving the AO3 page open when they turned off their phone. Hisoka’s interest immediately sparked and he grabbed the phone out of their hand, to which they screamed.

Hisoka stood tall and held the device out of Y/n’s grip as he read aloud the smutty, lustful literature. “Ooh my~ Y/n~ you’re into some pretty crazy stuff~” Hisoka teased, dangling the phone in front of Y/n’s face once he was finished. Y/n screamed and grabbed their phone, hiding their face into it, “You’re an asshole!!” They cried out. Hisoka laughed and scooped them in his arms, kissing up and down their arm, their neck, and then planting a firm smooch on their cheek, “Aw~ Don’t be so shy~ if you wanted me to do that to you, you should’ve just asked~”

Y/n screamed again and wiggled away from Hisoka, running to the bathroom and locking themselves inside.

#hunter x hunter #hisoka morrow #hunter x 2011 #hxh hisoka #hisoka headcanons #hisoka morrow x reader #hxh #hxh imagines #hisoka x reader #hisoka x y/n #boonsfw

[thelooneytoon]

The Ultimate Looneytoon Fic MasterList

Forged in Gunfire Masterlist (a Sam O'Hara x OFC fic)

Transformers: The Story of Samantha Witwicky Masterlist (a Genderbent!Sam Witwicky fic)

The Succubus and the Vampire Masterlist (a Jennifer Check x OFC fic)

Revel In Your Muchness (A Tarrant Hightopp x OFC fic)

The Only Treasure Worth Dying For (A Jack Sparrow x OFC fic)

#megan fox #megan fox imagine #megan fox gif #megan fox gifs #transformers bayverse #transformers 2007 #transformers #tf bayverse #bayverse turtles #bayverse tmnt #bayverse #michael bay #rogue 2020 #jennifer's body #jennifer check imagine #jennifer check #jennifer check imagines #jennifer check x reader #jennifer's body fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #Rogue 2020 fanfiction #mikaela banes x sam witicky #sam witwicky x mikaela banes #sam witwicky #mikaela banes #sam o'hara #megan fox movies #emilia clarke #emilia clark gifs #alice in wonderland 2010

[special-agent-fiction]

Hoist The Colours

One-Shot, Prequel to COTB - Jack Sparrow x OFC

The plan had been to sail the Caribbean together until they the deck of their beloved Wicked Wench splintered beneath their feet from old age. But the Wench had splintered early and now Jack was out for blood; he'd summon the Pirate Lords himself if it meant getting Her out of Beckett's clutches and back at his side, where she belonged.

The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed, And bound her in her bones. The seas be ours and by the powers, Where we will, we'll roam.

Yo, Ho, haul together, hoist the colours high, Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.

Now some have died and some are alive, And others sail on sea. With the keys to the cage, and a Queen to save, We lay to Fiddler's Green.

Yo, Ho, haul together, hoist the colours high, Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.

The pearl has been raised, from its watery grave Its Captain searches the seas. A call to all; pay heed the squall, Let it blow you home.

Yo, Ho, haul together, hoist the colours high, Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.

The King and his men, stole the Queen from her bed, And bound her in her bones. The seas rose up to take her back, And sat her on her throne.

The rope was burning the once soft palm of her hand as she used it to lean over the side of the ship she was currently stood on. The water was awash with debris from the decks of both ships as cannons blazed back and forth between them with men on both sides running to-and-fro securing cargo and reloading cannons.

This conflict had been on the cards for days and it had only been a matter of time until the ship that had stayed largely on the horizon came into full view and started firing on them.

There was little chance they’d all walk away from this but she didn’t care; her only concern was for the row-boat that had departed from them yesterday and whether or not it had reached safety.

“They’re blowing us to smithereens, Captain!” She turned from the enemy ship to glance down to her first mate and the terror in his eyes. “What do we do?!”

“Give ‘em everything we’ve got!” She called down to him, her hair whipping about behind her as another blow rocked them all. “Jones!” She shouted for the man again as he turned to scurry away. “Our masts are looking a little bare up there.” She nodded upwards. “Let’s make sure they remember who holds this ship.”

He flashed her a grin before turning and striding to the front of the helmsman’s station and bellowing down to the crew.

“Hoist the colours!”

The black flag inching its way up towards the azure sky above them was one of the most glorious sights she’d ever seen and clearly her opposing Captain agreed judging by the increased curses resonating over to her.

The cannons were giving them all they had and she’d never been more proud of her crew; they were all going to die here and they knew it but not one had abandoned ship. This was a cause they would all fight for; the East India Trading Company be dammed.

She winced as a particularly nasty hole was suddenly blown into the side of them and wondered how much longer they were going to be able to hold out until water began pouring in and dragging them down.

Just a little longer. She urged the wood beneath her feet. C’mon girl; just long enough for him to get away.

The ship seemed to respond to her as a cacophony of cannon fire rang out and the opposite ship almost toppled. They recovered quick enough through and the sight that greeted her was enough to make her want to vomit over the side.

“Ready the wat-” The order died on her tongue as a single flaming arrow soared across the small gap of water and embedded into their main sail; its tip dragging all the way through, spreading the fire until it hit the deck with a clunk.

The flames were everywhere in a mere heartbeat.

The sails were being ravaged and fire slithered down the rigging as it spread across the ship. The deck was now bursting apart with screams and the scent of burning flesh reaching her.

The arrow had done its job and the distraction it had caused was enough for a few well-placed shots to breach them completely. They were lurching and there was little she could do to stop it.

The rope slipped from her fingers as another shot sent the ship shuddering and then she was falling, falling from her ledge and into the waters below; limbs splayed as her beloved ship was gradually being consumed with fire.

She hit the water with a back-cracking thud and her last sight was of a ship turning to spill its contents on the other side of the ocean. Everything was too warm as she sank further into the depths of the sea she had never believed would betray her in this way. Her eyes flickered closed as the underwater pressure consumed her.

And with that, the Wicked Wench was lost.

Memories of hands wrapping roughly around the tops of her arms and dragging her from the depths she had sunk to, were fuzzy. But, as her eyes fought against the crusted flecks of salt coating her face, she knew they had to have happened.

The cell she’d been slung into was dismal to say the least. A single lantern hung opposite her bars and cast only a mere shadow of light into the square room, though no light would have surely been preferable as when her eyes finally snapped fully open, all that surrounded her was a dusting of straw acting as a carpet and a threadbare mattress which she promptly recoiled from once she realised that it wasn’t a shadow under her cheek, but a stain.

The salt had dried on her skin and was now tearing her apart with every move as she scrambled from the scrap of fabric and curled into herself on the opposite wall. Her hair continued to drip down her back, further soaking the flimsy white shirt that had been so good at keeping her cool in the baking heat on deck but was now chilling her to her bones thanks to the sliver of wind smoking its way through the cracks in the walls.

She let her eyes flicker back closed as a whirlwind of memories bombarded her all at once. She could still smell the plumes of smoke rising up from the alight sails of her beloved Wicked Wench. Another shiver rolled down her spine as she realised that she was likely the only survivor.

Head bowed in prayer, she whispered a thanks to all the men now at the bottom of the ocean for their sacrifice before whispering a plea for the safety of their departed leader – god, she hoped he’d made it.

She let a small sniffle escape her before resting her head back against the wall and letting her eyes flicker closed in a desperate attempt to escape this dreary cell and her likely execution if only through her dreams.

They say that Shipwreck Island is one of those places that’s very hard to find, unless you know exactly where it is. With no fixed plot on any map, the secret isle was a guaranteed safe-haven for all who sailed under a jolly-roger.

But, to those who were more than mere residents on the island; those who knew the twists and turns of the Devil’s Throat and the wonder that the long-dead volcano at the heart of the island held, it was the epicentre of piracy itself.

“Takes my breath away every time.”

She hummed her agreement; eyes fixed on the magnificence at the centre of the secret cove high above sea level. The wrecked hulls of long retired ships was a glowing, living mass as they sailed through the mouth of the Devil’s Throat and towards the ships docking at the hidden city.

“C’mon love.” Jack nudged her as she once again lost herself in the beauty before them. “Thought you’d be more excited to come home.”

A slow smile stretched across her lips as his words: home. While many called the island itself home, only a handful could lay claim to the cove.

“I am.” She assured him. “But I’m far more concerned about what my father will say when he sees us sailing in together.”

“He doesn’t scare me.” He promised, a hand sneaking around her back to pull her closer.

“He should.” She whispered, laughter dancing in her eyes as her hands slid up his chest to rest either side of his neck. “Because he’ll definitely take your breath away.” Thumbs either side of his Adam’s Apple as she splayed her hands around his throat, she emphasised her point with a light squeeze.

“I’d like to see him try.” He pried her hands away with his spare and gave her a dashing grin. “After all…” He let his hand drag up and down the soft cotton sleeve of her shirt. “…you can’t steal what is already stolen every time I look at you.”

“That’s a sickening sentiment.” She told him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping out of his arms and turning back to the fast approaching city.

“You know, you’re just like an oyster.”

“Cold, hard and grey?” She snorted. “How charming, Sparrow.”

“You hide yourself under this shell; afraid to show vulnerability.” He said, waving a hand at her as she wrapped her arms around herself and refused to meet his eye. “Because inside…” He leant closer, his breath tingling as it blew across the column of her throat. “…there’s a shiny pearl needing protection.”

“I assure you, Jack…” She turned her head slightly to meet his eye. “…if there is a pearl hiding under all of this…” She leant in and whispered. “…it’s most definitely a black one.”

“That it is my sweet.” He agreed, pride clear in his voice. “And I am proud to have played a part in its sullying.” His hand curled at her hip again as they stood side by side on the bow of the Wicked Wench.

“I think simply growing up here played a bigger part than you did, Sparrow.”

“Ay, but there’s one thing I can do that the cove can’t.”

“Which is?”

“Piss off your father.”

He gave her no time to reply as his hands turned her fully towards him and pulled her into a searing kiss just as their anchor dropped and the ship docked with her waiting father scowling on the makeshift dock.

“He’s going to kill you.” She whispered against his lips before breaking into a laugh as he did further damage to his tumultuous relationship with Captain Harrier by dropping her into a dip and stealing another kiss.

There were hands on her again; shaking her awake as she was hoisted from the damp floor and forced to kneel with her arms outstretched. Her indignant cried were ignored as red-coats blocked her view and a pair of manacles were clamped around her wrists. It was only when they were fully secure was she hauled up to her feet and forced from the cell.

“Where are we going?” She ground out as she was pushed forward through the dungeon of cells and around corner after corner. “I said: where are we going?” She growled at the British soldiers; their stoic faces doing their King proud as they led her up through the layers of the dungeons. “Are you all deaf?”

“The Director wants to see you.”

“Director?” She asked, swallowing a curse as she was nudged up a set of stone stairs and almost tumbled into the pair of red-coats at her front. “Such a strange way to source actors for a play; destroying ships and drowning a crew.”

“Not that type of director.” A red-coat at her back drawled.

“Pity.” She sighed as they reached the entrance to the dungeon and she was thrust into daylight and forced to cross the stone courtyard of the fort. “I do a magnificent Juliet.”

She fell silent as they re-entered the fort and moved through its labyrinth of corridors until they reached a set of particularly opulent doors.

The red-coats in front separated to open the doors and with a quick nudge from behind, she entered the room.

“Apparently you put up quite the fight.”

Her eyes snapped from the tables of trinkets that filled the room and settled on a figure stood behind a hulking desk; arms folded behind his back as he stared out to the ocean. She felt her stomach roll at the voice of the man she had being doing her utmost to out-sail since his arrival in the Bahamas.

“I can’t take all the credit.” She replied, swallowing any nerves and letting her manacles clang as she stepped further into the room, eyeing a few items that would no doubt bring a small fortune when sold on. “My crew were magnificent.”

“And yet, not magnificent enough to save their lives.”

“Maybe if they’d been given a fair chance…”  The man laughed. “A flaming arrow was cheating and we both know it.”

“But it did its job and now the Wicked Wench is little more than a pile of ashes floating on the waves.”

“You always have been the type to carry a grudge, Beckett.” He turned to fully face her at the sound of his name; the endless blue behind him framing his opulent clothes. “Pity you couldn’t reach us in time to claim your actual target.”

“Yes, my men did report that Jack wasn’t among the crew; congratulations on the promotion, Captain Harrier.” She offered a mock curtsey at his words. “Tell me where he is and I promise your execution will be quick.”

“I’ll take slow and painful, thanks; at least it’ll be memorable.”

“Where is Jack Sparrow?”  She shrugged and turned to the map covering an entire wall of the office; squinting at the small flags adorning it. “Where is he?” Beckett asked again, slamming his hands onto the surface of the desk as she shrugged again. “I will have you flogged.”

“I don’t care.”

He let out a low growl at her indifference and she watched from the corner of her eyes as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Then I will steal you from your bed every night and bombard you with questions until you crumple from exhaustion.”

“Wasn’t sinking the Wench enough?” She spat. “Wasn’t killing all those men enough for you?”

“Jack Sparrow is a thief; he deserves to be punished.”

“They. Were. People.” She ground out; rage filling her as memories of finding men, women and children chained up below the deck of Jack’s beloved ship. “If anyone deserves to be punished it’s you. All we did was set them free.”

“Jack Sparrow stole from me; my cargo, my ship and my good name.” Beckett rounded the desk to stand in front of her; eye to eye. “And so, I intend to steal from him.”

“You already sank-”

“He calls you his Queen, does he not?” Her spine stiffened and her chin lifted as he smirked at her. “News will reach him wherever he is, and I will take pleasure in knowing that I have stolen his most treasured possession…you.”

She couldn’t breathe. Every intake of air she took was met with a steel trap preventing it from reaching her lungs.

“Just a little tighter, Miss, and you’ll be perfect.”

She let out a whimper at the words and dug her nails deeper into the chair back she was holding onto for dear life as two women wrestled her into the most restricting corset Beckett had presented to her.

“How does that feel, Miss?”

She straightened, or at least tried to, and ran her hands down the sides of her boned figure. She sneered at the sight of her impossibly small waist in the floor length mirror; it was sick that this torture device was considered not only fashionable but a necessity for every woman in ‘civilised society’. Give her breeches and one of Jack’s old shirts any day.

“You’ll look just like a princess with that waist.”

All she could do was nod to the women as they scuttled off to collect the next layer of her outfit.

She’d been Cutler Beckett’s prisoner for almost a fortnight now and ever since their reunion in his office overlooking the bay of Nassau, everyday had been the same; wake, have lungs restricted in the latest boned cage, try and figure out how to move in a horrendously petticoated dress and then try ignore the two guards constantly at her back as Beckett paraded her around as his newest trophy.

“The East India Trading Company will revolutionise the Caribbean and with a known pirate, who has sought my forgiveness for her wrongdoings and pleaded for a second chance, at my side; there’ll be no stopping me.”

News had to have reached Jack by now, wherever he was, and she just hoped to God that he would stay away from here and get back to the cove where he can lay low for a while. But she knew better, and Beckett knew better so with every shift of the wind she begged whatever cruel God that watched over them to detain Jack for as long as possible.

“Director Beckett had this made specifically for you, Miss.” Eyes fixed on the horizon she hadn’t even noticed the women return. “You’ll be the talk of the Caribbean in this.”

The layers of frills and unnecessary skirts were on her in an instant with the dress’ three-quarter length sleeves encasing her arms in silks dotted with pearls. The women kept ‘ohhing’ and ‘ahhing’ as each new design element was revealed to them but she couldn’t focus on any of it, couldn’t give her usual nod of agreement because her prayers had not been answered; for breaking the horizon was ship with no naval marking on it and a figure practically hanging from the main mast as it stood high above the decks among the sails.

She didn’t know the ship; didn’t recognise the dark wood or the dyed sails, but she knew that figure; knew the pose and the steely determination that would be in his eyes as they settled on the white mansion high above the bustling port town.

“I hope I’ll look as pretty as you when my time comes, Miss.”

“Hmm.” She couldn’t take her eyes off him; her heart was thumping uncontrollably as her corset continued to constrict her and fear gripped every bone in her body. She wanted to knock him off that mast and force the ship around – he couldn’t be here; Beckett would kill him.

“You’re so lucky, Miss, to have man such as Director Beckett.”

Another hum of agreement left her at the words.

“You make such a beautiful bride.”

That one caught her attention and her eyes snapped from the incoming ship to the woman stood before her.

“What did you say?”

“You make such a beautiful bride.” She repeated, a light smile on her lips as she straightened the lace cuffs of her sleeves.

“Bride.” She repeated. “I’m no…” She trailed off as the woman stepped aside and left her staring at her reflection in the floor length mirror. “…bride.”

She was resplendent in ivory; the silk flowed over the copious amounts of skirts like water running down a sail and her bodice was a tapestry of pearls coming together to make intricate shapes and patterns. There was lace trimming her sleeves and the line of her bust and her hair had been coiled into an elaborate bun with curls falling everywhere to emphasise the undisturbed fall of the sheer veil cascading down her back.

“I…I…”

“Don’t you like it?” They asked. “I don’t know how you couldn’t; I’ve never seen such a beautiful wedding dress.”

“Wedding dress.” She repeated; her mouth dry, breaths shallow and mind spinning.

“Mrs Olivia Beckett; doesn’t that sound splendid?”

They’d had to drag her from the house. She’d refused to move from the room once her mind had caught up with Beckett’s plan. The maids had been confused at her refusal and then her shouts and kicks as two red-coats barged into her room, clasped her by the arms and hauled her down the staircase.

She was still protesting now; her arms fighting the hold of the man who’d been forced in beside her to stop her from trying to make a break for it, even as her carriage rolled through the streets.

She felt sick; everything was churning and it was only getting worse as the noise of the streets increased as everyone tried to get a peek at the bride of the benevolent Director of West African Imports and Exports for the East India Trading Company.

“Let me go.” She tried again, wrenching her sideways. But his hold remained strong despite her maids warning to treat her gently lest they ruin the dress. “Please.” She whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t want this.”

“And His Majesty doesn’t want pirates roaming the seas.” The guard snapped. “Anyone else would have been hung but you’ve been saved.” He reminded her. “This…” He sneered at the dress and the cheering citizens. “…is far more than you deserve, pirate.”

She fell silent at that. it was true; she’d been spared the gallows but this was as much of a death sentence. To be cut off from the sea, from Jack, was like cutting out her heart. She belonged on the deck of a creaking ship with one hand on the wheel and the other keeping the sun from her eyes; it was in her blood and in her soul and Cutler Beckett knew that keeping her here with the sea so close but so far away, was better torture than any.

“The seas are ours.” The guard said as the port’s church came into view. “And this is a reminder to anyone who sails under that dammed flag that no matter where they go; we’ll find them.”

Apparently, the church was full; there wasn’t a single empty spot in the rows of pews as men and their wives had flooded in from all over the Caribbean to attend the wedding with some of Beckett’s former Calabar colleagues having made the crossing too.

It made her feel sicker. How hadn’t she realised this was his plan? How hadn’t she heard anything about a wedding? With people travelling from so far, this had to have been planned well in advance and yet it had still been a heart-stopping shock to her.

“Get out.”

She threw the guard a glare before taking the outstretched hand of the soldier stood outside the carriage and allowed him to help her down. The crowd broke into cheers at the sight of her; glistening in the mid-morning sun with her veil dancing behind her on the ocean breeze rolling in from the port.

“Move.” The order was low as she was once again taken by the arm and led inside, the man careful to not show the people that she was being dragged here against her will.

The church’s antechamber was cold as she was forced to face the sealed double doors that when opened would reveal a packed room and an empty aisle.

“Shouldn’t my father be the one doing this?” She asked, glancing to the man who had appeared from nowhere to take her arm. “We can contact him and postpone this until he arrives – it would be the proper thing to do.”

“I doubt your father would be displeased with your stand in.” He said, eyes twinkling slightly as he dropped her arm and held out a hand. “Governor Weatherby Swann.” He introduced himself.

“Olivia Harrier.” She said, accepting his hand and letting him place a kiss to the back of it.

“My dear…” He began as he re-took their position. “…we all know who you are.” He laughed softly. “I was delighted to receive your invitation; I’m on my way home to England after visiting Port Royal ahead of my public appointment and a quick respite here is much appreciated before I continue on to collect my daughter Elizabeth.”

She forced a smile onto her face as she realised that he didn’t know this wasn’t what she wanted; that no one likely knew that Beckett was forcing her into this as his prisoner.

“She does love a wedding and is most put out to be missing one so high profile as this; a reformed pirate and an East India Trading Company Director? Well, it’s the talk of England let alone the Caribbean, or so her letters tell me.” He continued.

“I’m glad you could make it, Governor.” She murmured as music began to play from inside the church. “But you see, this isn’t-”

She was silenced as the double doors swung open and the congregation turned to watch them. Governor Swann gave a gentle tug on her arm and then her feet were moving of their own accord; taking her further into the building and away from the open doors through which the civilians would watch.

She reached the end of the aisle far too soon and with a fatherly pat on the shoulder from Governor Swann she was forced to turn to the priest and try and ignore the smug smile on Beckett’s lips.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God in the time of man's innocency, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church…”

She tuned out after that; not willing to pay attention to the endless rules of marriage that he was setting out before them. She couldn’t believe this was happening; it had to be a nightmare…or was this hell? Had she drowned that day on the Wench and this was her hell? Her eternal punishment for turning her back on God was Beckett. Yes, that sounded about right.

She was forced back into attention as Beckett took her hands and turned her to him.

“Wilt thou, Cutler Beckett, have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?”

“I will.”

“And wilt thou, Olivia Harrier, have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?”

She couldn’t speak. She had completely lost the ability to speak.

The church was silent as they waited for her answer but she couldn’t do it; she couldn’t pledge her life to this man under duress. She opened her mouth to turn to the priest and tell him everything; that yes, she was a pirate, but he was forcing her into this against her will and without permission and she didn’t love him! She loved the man with kohl around his eyes and gold in his teeth.

“She will.”

Her head snapped back to Beckett as he stared at her, the priest nodding solemnly and explaining to the congregation that she was simply nervous. They tittered in reply and the Bible was lowered to reveal a single gold band sat upon its pages.

“I, Cutler Beckett, take thee Olivia Harrier to be my wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.” He recited reaching out for the band as her left hand was left suspended in the air. “With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.” He slid the band onto her finger and smirked. “Amen.”

The hearty applause of the congregation was cut through by cries of shock emanating into the church from outside. Everyone turned, even her, as the commotion grew closer.

“What is-”

“I object.” The two words reached them clearly even though their speaker was stood far away at the entrance to the church. “We are at the objecting part, aren’t we?”

She couldn’t help it; she laughed. She laughed hard with her head thrown back and relief filling her body.

“I missed it didn’t I?” The man asked, sauntering into the main chamber and leaning against a pew. “She’s always telling me I need to work on my timing.” He said, nodding to Olivia. “I’m always the last to…arrive.”

Her laugh intensified as the woman he’d been directing his words too blushed a scandalised red.

“How did you get out?” Beckett asked, her laughter dying in her throat at his tone and the tightened hold on her hands.

“Really got to work on your security, mate.” Jack said, pushing from the pew and making his way down the aisle. “With everyone making sure she didn’t do a runner…” He flashed her a grin. “…no one was keeping an eye on poor old Jack.”

“Get him.” Beckett’s order was low as he glared at Jack, the pirate having come to a stop at the very end of the aisle with her outstretched arms still in Beckett’s tight hold being his only barrier. “Guards…” He called out again, Jack’s eyebrow arching as no one came rushing in. “GUARDS!”

“Amazing what a quick tap on the back of the head can do.” Jack mused, picking at his fingernails boredly. “Not seeing the butt of a pistol coming? Doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence in His Majesty’s men.” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He reached out and pried Beckett’s fingers from her own, sliding the gold band from its place on her left hand and dropping it back onto the priest’s open Bible. “…I really must get on with this rescue; timing is everything you see.”

She needed no encouragement to take his hand and let him lead her from the church, the congregation and her groom too stunned to move.

“Jack.” His name was a whisper on her lips as they stepped out into the sunshine. “How-”

“No time for explaining, love.” He told her, nodding to the unconscious guards dotted around the place. “We’re not out of the woods yet.” He made to pull her forward, through the gaping crowd but she stopped him.

“Thank you.” She breathed, her free hand pulling him close by his shirt to press their lips together.

“Anytime, love.” He mumbled against her lips before letting out a groan at the sight over her shoulder.

“Not so fast, pirates.” She echoed Jack’s groan as Beckett’s voice neared them; the man clearly having found his courage as he watched them lock lips from his spot at the altar.  

The still assembled crowd of civilians gasped at the sight of the pistol clutched in his hand and its barrel wavering between the pair. They must be sight, she mused. Her, in all her finery clutching to Jack; an undeniable pirate with his red bandanna tied around his forehead and a belt full of weapons at his waist.

“I was willing to overlook your criminal past, Miss Harrier.” Beckett continued as he too stepped out into the sunshine, the congregation all twisted in their seats with necks craning to get a view of what would no doubt be the most talked about wedding for years to come. “I was willing to raise you above your station and into a symbol of the East India Trading Company’s generosity.” The pistol steadied and focused directly on her. “I see now that you deserved none of it; that you are and always will be a pirate.”

“I wouldn’t do that, mate.” The tip of a sword was at Beckett’s throat immediately as the Director’s thumb pulled back his pistol’s hammer.

“You’re right.” She released her hold on Jack’s shirt and stepped out of the comfort his arm around her waist promised. “I am a pirate.” She told Beckett. “Always have been, always will be.”

She stepped forward and with a quick tug on the pistol’s barrel pulled it from his hold, leaving him completely vulnerable to the steel at the column of his throat. Her finger was quick on the trigger and the cries and shouts from the crowd as the gun went off, shooting upwards into the open air, filled the quiet space as she turned to address the gathered people both within and outside of the church.

“So, let this be the day you all remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow…” the sword retracted from Beckett’s neck with a small nip at the underside of his jaw. “…and Olivia Harrier.” She dropped into another mock curtsey, the pistol between her fingers a stark contrast to the ivory of her gown.

Their hands intertwined instantly as she rose and then they were off, barrelling through the streets of Nassau and down towards the port.

When Cutler Beckett eventually stopped staring at the smudge of red coating is fingers as he pulled them from the thin line under his chin he would no doubt release a particularly wonderful strain of curses and all but kick awake his fallen men.

Olivia grinned at the thought.

And when they regained enough consciousness to follow after the fleeing pirates, they’d find nothing but a pile of sheer material that had once been a veil laying in a puddle of mud halfway to the ocean that she’d victoriously ripped from her hair as they ran and let fall behind her.

Obey and serve? Not likely.

“You’re late.”

They came to a skidding stop at the docks of Nassau. Jack was barely out of breath as he greeted the frowning man waiting for them at the wooden planks raised slightly above the water level but she was gasping for air, one hand clutching at her corseted waist; fingers poking around for some sort of relief from the cage, as her eyes landed on the older man pointing to a hastily tied up row boat nearby.

“Who are you?”

The man’s gruff demeanour changed as his eyes landed on her; hair slightly matted from the ripping out of her veil but otherwise still picture perfect in her wedding dress.

“Joshamee Gibbs, at your service.” He lifted the worn top-hat from his head and fell into a slight bow.

“A pleasure.” She replied, her smile strained as her eyes lingered on his clothes, specifically the insignia of His Majesty’s Royal Navy partially hidden under his heavy coat. She turned to Jack. “You trust him?”

“Gibbs saved my neck before.” He told her as the man straightened, his posture one of pride as Jack spoke. “Years ago; on a voyage with Teague.” She nodded but eyed the man carefully. “And he’s the best rum smuggler in the Caribbean.”

“Well in that case…” She held out her hand to him. “Olivia Harrier.” He shook it once, a smile on his lips. “Now, please tell me your plan doesn’t include me getting into that…” She nodded to the row boat. “…in this.” She gestured to her dress and watched their smiles fade. “I’ll be little more than a beacon for them to shoot at!”

“Not to worry.” Gibbs assured her as Jack moved to untie the boat. “You’ll be fine; once you get to the Pearl, no ship will catch up.” He slid his coat from his body and wrapped it around her; the dark material hiding just enough of her.

“The Pearl?” She asked, letting him push her towards the row boat. “Where did you get another ship from?”

“Long story.” Jack said, hand outstretched to help her down. “Gibbs…” He turned to the man once she was seated; the coat gripped around her. “…take what you can.”

“Give nothing back.” The man concluded, hand raised in salute as Jack pushed off from the dock.

“I like him.” Olivia noted, watching as he took off from the docks to no doubt relay misleading information to whoever came looking for them. “He seems a good man…for a pirate.”

They were cutting through the waves of Nassau with ease as Jack’s arms pushed and pulled at the oars in a well-practised rhythm honed from years on the ocean.

“What ship is this?” She asked, neck craned as the small row-boat turned and revealed the side of a magnificent ebony hull. “I’ve never seen one like it.”

“It’s more familiar than you’d think.” He told her, grinning at her confused frown as he gave a final pull of the oars and lined them up alongside the ship.

She let her hand skim the surface of the worn wood, the grain seeing strangely familiar to her as a rope ladder unfurled from the deck to reach them. Her hands gripped the coarse rope and she let a smile bloom on her painted lips at the familiar feeling of a ship beneath her palms. She pulled herself upwards with ease letting the hands of the waiting crew pull her up and onto the deck as she craned her neck to take in the array of the tied-up sails blowing in the slight breeze.

“Welcome aboard, Miss Harrier.”

“Thank you.” She brushed at the material of her dress, legs reacclimatising to the gentle rock of the ship as she glanced around crew. “Whose ship is this?” She asked again, hearing Jack’s boots land on the deck behind her.

“Mine.”

“Yours?” She turned to him, a crease between her brows.

“Well…” He took her hand and led her across the deck, the crew parting to let them through before scuttling off to their positions and jobs. “…ours.” He led her up, onto the helm and placed her hands on the ornate wheel. “Feel familiar?”

“The Wench.” She breathed, the grooves in the wood too familiar to be anything but those of her beloved ship. “But she was lost; burned to a crisp.”

“And now she’s here; returned to us.”

“Gibbs called her ‘The Pearl’.” She reminded him.

“Aye, felt she needed a re-name, what, with all the bad blood.” He stroked the wheel, his hand covering hers as he stood behind her. “And so I welcome you, Olivia Harrier, aboard the Black Pearl.”

The ship sprang to life instantly; the sails unfurled and caught the breeze perfectly, letting it push them outwards as the sound of an anchor retracting filled the air. The move from stationary to sailing was seamless, not even a judder rocked the deck as the anchor fully retracted and they began to drift from the cove that had hidden them from the whole of Nassau.

“Now…” Jack breathed, his voice filling the shell of her ear as their fingers intertwined atop the wheel. “Show me that horizon.”

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