#move over Captain Jack Sparrow

[grayghostofthenorth]

Borzoi Musketeers

#borzoi #the musketeers #dolls #creative #art #move over Captain Jack Sparrow

[storiesforallfandoms]

spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the carribean

word count: 2716

request?: yes!

@lazuli-leenabride​

“Yay! Could you do Jack Sparrow with a water Nymph?

Maybe where his crew found them and thought they were a mermaid at first?

Please and thank you!! 🦋🦋💘”

description: in which they save a creature of the sea, and their captain takes interest in her

pairing: captain jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Captain Jack Sparrow was not the type to ignore cries for help. Especially not when the cries sounded like they were coming from a woman in distress.

It was an otherwise calm day as sea when shrieks of fear broke through the otherwise silent sea. Jack quickly rushed to the bow with his telescope in hand. In the distance, he could see another ship sailing away from them while a figure that looked like a woman was thrashing in the water, what looked like a net wrapped around her making it hard for her to stay afloat.

“Prepare a rescue, men!” Jack announced. “We have a potential distressed captive dead ahead!”

His men quickly rushed to the side of the ship as they approached the still thrashing figure. One of them threw a rope into the water as they got closer and it landed just next to the distressed woman. She didn’t hesitate to reach out one of her arms - which the ship came to realize was partly bound to her - the best she could and hold on tightly as they began to raise her onto the ship.

Her entire body was bound and a net was thrown over her, now clinging to her as they pulled her in and laid her out on the deck. She was shivering and she had a fearful look in her eyes as she took in the crew of pirates standing around her.

Jack pushed to the front of the crowd to take a look at the woman. Through her bindings, he realized she was naked. He turned to Gibbs and commanded, “Get her something to cover up while we cut her free.”

“Jack,” Gibbs said, “she’s...she’s not human.”

When Jack looked back at the woman, he saw that Gibbs was right. Although the top half of her body was human, the bottom half seemed to be slowly turning from a tail to human legs. This woman was a creature of the sea - potentially a mermaid, which was one of the most dangerous thing a sailor could come across in the entire world.

But she was also scared. She was also tied up and thrown overboard. For what, Jack had no idea. It didn’t seem overly smart to try and drown her since she could breathe under water, but maybe having her tied up so that she couldn’t swim and instead would sink to the bottom and risk being attacked by other sea creatures.

Whether or not she was a mermaid was currently irrelevant. Right now what matter was helping her.

“Get her something to cove up,” Jack repeated. “Find her somewhere to stay that is away from the others.”

Gibbs seemed reluctant, but he did as Jack said. None of his other crewmates would dare to approach the woman, so Jack was the one who had to step up and set her free. When he took a step forward, she whimpered and tried to move away from him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jack assured her. “I’m going to get these bindings off of you. My first mate is getting clothes for you and finding a place for you to stay. But first, I have to cut this stuff off of you, okay?”

She looked at him with wide eyes, like she didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but eventually nodded anyways. Whatever he could do to her couldn’t be any worse than what the other ship had done.

Jack produced a knife from his belt and worked at the net first. She was so tangled in it that there was no way he could just pull her free without harming her. He cut away at the net until it fell around her. Next, he started cutting at the ropes that bound her arms to her body, and that bound her now formed human legs together. The rope left behind terrible rope burn that felt like a fire was set around the areas of her body that it had been tied. She wished to leap back into the water to try and cool the burn, but she was still so exhausted and in so much pain that she knew she needed rest for the night.

Jack positioned himself so that his men couldn’t take in the sight of the naked woman in front of them. He found it a struggle not to glance down at her body, so close to his, but he did his best as he waited for Gibbs to return.

“Who took you before?” he asked her in a hushed voice. “Who threw you into the sea like this?”

She just looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see she was still afraid. There was no use in pushing her for details now, especially when they were so fresh in her mind. Eventually she would speak, or maybe she wouldn’t and she would just wish to be released back into the water once she was rested. Either way, Jack wasn’t going to push the topic if she wasn’t willing to speak.

Gibbs finally returned with a blanket to wrap around her. He told Jack he had a private area prepared for the woman to stay in along with clothes for her to change into when she was alone. He still looked skeptical of Jack’s decision, but he kept that to himself.

Jack wrapped the woman in the blanket and helped her to her feet. She was hesitant to follow him at first, but eventually gave in and allowed the pirate captain to show her to her room.

“May I ask your name?” he asked her once they had arrived.

In a soft voice she responded, “(Y/N).”

He nodded. “Welcome aboard then, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~

The crew were abuzz the entire night about their passenger. None of them would bring the issue up with Jack directly, not wanting to go against the orders of their captain.

Gibbs, however, had no problem bringing the crew’s issue to Jack.

“They don’t trust that woman,” he was saying to Jack. “They’re afraid she has put some sort of spell on you with her mermaid powers. They think she’s going to make you do something stupid like give her the ship.”

“Gibbs, have I ever done something stupid for the sake of a woman?”

Gibbs gave Jack a look and opened his mouth to respond, but Jack held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t answer that. I understand everyone’s concern, but I truly do not believe that woman is a mermaid. Mermaids usually use their powers to entrance any many around them. If she was truly a mermaid, then she would have all of us under her spell, not just me.”

“Then how do you explain the tail?”

Jack shrugged. “A bad cause of scabbies, maybe.”

“Jack,” Gibbs sighed. “I can’t talk you out of something once your mind is set to it, and I know that, but I want you to truly think about this. That other ship may have tossed her over because she tried to entice them as well and they realized before it was too late. What if she tries to do the same to us?”

“Then you can rub it in my face that you were right. But until then, I want you to respect my decision and do as I say. And that goes for the entire crew. You got that?”

Gibbs nodded. Jack waved a hand to dismiss him and turned to the closed door to the room that held their visitor. He approached the door, intending to go in to check on the woman, but stopped short and instead, deciding to knock.

There was a moment of silence before a timid voice asked, “Who is there?”

“It’s the captain, Jack,” he said. “May I come in?”

Another moment of silence, broken by the sound of the lock on the door being pulled back. When the door didn’t open, Jack let himself in.

She was sat on the bed, now clothed. She had herself curled up as far away from Jack as she could get. He could see she was still trembling, but he knew this was from fear now as opposed to from the cold.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he said. “See how you were feeling.”

“I appreciate the private room, and the clothes that you have provided for me,” she responded. She wouldn’t look at him, opting instead to study the wall in front of her. “Once I regain my strength, I will be going.”

“If that’s what you wish, we shall leave you on whatever island you desire to go.”

She shook her head. “I can swim.”

“I should rather think you wouldn’t want to go back into the water after an attempted drowning.”

“You know I am not human,” she said. “I saw the way your crew looked at me. I saw my own tail when you pulled me on board. You must know that I will be more than fine to be released back into the water.”

Jack nodded. “Whatever you wish, (Y/N).”

When it became evident that she was not going to speak anymore, Jack turned to the door to leave. He had his hand on the doorknob when suddenly she shot up from the bed, reaching out to stop him from leaving. Her hand met his and he felt the ice cold feeling of her skin. She jumped away just as quickly as she touched him, almost as if a switch were flipped inside her.

“I want your word that you will let me go,” she said. Her voice was still low, but there was more force behind it now.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would you trust the word of a pirate?”

“I don’t. I don’t trust the word of any man, actually. But I want to hear you say you will let me go so I can determine whether or not you are lying.”

Jack turned to fully face her. She almost shrunk away from him, but found her courage and stood up tall. Jack could still see the fear in her eyes when she looked at him, but he could also see that it was starting to melt away. She was becoming more confident, more courageous. Maybe not comfortable, but he doubted any woman, sea creature or not, would feel comfortable in the presence of a pirate captain.

“I, Captain Jack Sparrow, give you my word that when you wish to leave this ship, we will let you leave without a fight,” he told her.

“You will not harm me?” she asked.

“We will not harm you,” he confirmed.

She studied his face for a moment before turning away. “You seem honest.”

“What did the men on that other ship do to you?”

She tensed. “They wished to kill me. They tied me up so that I wouldn’t be able to free myself from the net or to swim away, and they threw me in with an anchored net so that I would sink to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Lucky for you they didn’t know you weren’t human.”

No response. (Y/N) climbed back onto her bed. She wouldn’t meet his eye again, but this time she looked down at her lap.

“They knew,” she whispered.

Jack sat at the foot of her bed. He made sure to keep a distance between them as to not startle her further. It seemed he was starting to earn her trust if she was willing to tell him even the slightest details of what the men on the other ship had tried to do to her.

“What are you?” he asked. “My men think you are a mermaid, but I think otherwise.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Why do you think that?”

“I have encountered mermaids before. If one was on our ship, she would not let the men fear her. You would have enchanted everyone on this ship to worship you the moment we saved you.”

(Y/N) made a face of disgust. “Those retched creatures have ruined us. They have left a horrid reputation for us Naiads who just wish to protect the water and all its creatures, and do not wish to engage with humans.”

“Naiads?”

“A water nymph,” (Y/N) explained. “That’s what I am. I do not wish to cause harm to humans, just to care for the creatures who live in water. We don’t even live in the ocean the way that mermaids do. We prefer bodies of fresh water, like rivers and streams. That’s how those men found me. I was in my home pond in the woods when those men came trampling through. They saw me there, just watching them peacefully, and they grabbed me. They though that I was a mermaid, and apparently one of their men had been killed by a mermaid. They wanted revenge.”

Something about the hurt and afraid expression on her face angered Jack. He hoped they would come across the terrible men who had hurt (Y/N) so he could take care of them himself.

“Did they harm you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “They wanted me to suffer. They locked me in a tiny cage with no food for days, they’d give me water occasionally but only by pouring it on me so that my tail would come out and they could jab at it. And then they tied me up and tossed me into the ocean hoping I would sink or be eaten. I’m lucky you and your crew were sailing the same waters, otherwise I may not be here now.”

“I’m glad we saved you.”

When (Y/N) looked up to meet his eye, Jack could’ve been convinced that she truly was a mermaid, because just looking into her eyes took his breath away. He was willing to go to the ends of the Earth to protect her if that’s what she wanted.

But then he realized it wasn’t that she was using some sort of power on him to make him feel this way. It was that he was finally seeing the real (Y/N). The one who wasn’t afraid of him, but the one who trusted him enough to confide her true identity to him. The one who felt enough trust that she was letting her walls down, and now that they were down he could finally see her true beauty.

“Do you still wish to leave so soon?” he found himself asking.

(Y/N) was studying his face again before shaking her head. “No. I feel safer here than I do in the water right now. Not while those bastards are still out there.”

“Whenever you are ready to go back to the water, we will take you somewhere secluded enough that you won’t have to worry about them. And we’ll be sure to protect the area, and you, whenever we are around.”

“But how will you remember where you have left me if it is as secluded as you promise?”

“Oh, I’ll remember.”

(Y/N) seemed to understand what he was inferring. She smiled at him; a small, beautiful smile that almost took Jack’s breath away. He couldn’t help but smile back at her.

Their moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of (Y/N)’s stomach growling. They looked at each other for a moment before beginning to laugh.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked. “We don’t exactly have fine dining on board, but we have enough food to feed a new passenger for a while.”

“I’ll take anything. I’m starving,” she responded.

Jack stood again and started for the door. “Alright, I’ll be back with something in just a moment.”

“Bring something for yourself, too,” she told him. “Perhaps we can eat together.”

Jack nodded, a smile tugging at his lips again. When he left, he didn’t close the door behind him so that (Y/N) knew that he truly was not trying to lock her away the way her captors had. He was merely giving her the option of privacy if she so desired.

And when he returned, the door was open, a welcoming gesture of her inviting him back into her room.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Could I request Jack sparrow x reader fluff?

hello, of course you can! I hope you enjoy what I've written, I added a tiny bit of angst, but I'm hoping it made the fluff even sweeter.

summary - jack had fallen in love once but had lost it. does he finally find it again?

warning - little bit of angst, mentions of alcohol and killing.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

Captain Jack Sparrow had only ever fallen in love once. But the love was kept a secret as you weren’t human and it was dangerous for a pirate to love, especially your kind. There was something about you that pulled him in, connected the last piece of his puzzle, calmed the storm that brewed inside him. This love was beautiful, until the day you became hunted, causing you to flee and Jack to continue to search the seas. He’d always lie and come up with some insane quest, but the true quest was to reunite with his love again. 

Years passed by and Jack soon began to lose hope, he didn’t dare stop searching for you. But he was beginning to think that maybe you didn’t escape in time or that you had moved on wherever you were. Jack is thrown out of his thoughts as the ship rocks, he steadies himself by gripping the wheel tight. “Mr Gibbs! What was that?!” His hand moves to play with the light blue seashell in his hair, at least he had something of yours close to him. 

“I don’t know, sir!” Mr Gibbs runs over to the edge, looking over, his mouth opening and closing as he watches a tail splash above the water before going back down. “A siren! My gods, Captain!” 

Jack dashes over, trying to hide his hopeful expression. What if it was you? He’d be thrilled, but he’s with his crew and they wouldn’t waste a second without going for the kill. “No, how many?” He leans over, brows raised, eyes wide and arms in the air. 

“Just one as far as I’ve seen, Captain. What should we do?” Mr Gibbs looks at him, thankfully the rest of the crew were too busy with whatever they were doing to pay much attention. 

Jack waves him off, “Just one? Is fine! We will head to shore, I’m in need of more rum anyway.” He heads back, hoping that it’s you and that you’d follow him to shore. Jack could feel his heart in his throat, maybe some rum would do some good. 

They head to the closet land, no one speaks a word. Jack too lost in his thoughts and Mr Gibbs watching him closely, the older man wasn’t stupid. He had heard of the stories, the time that a pirate fell for a siren. He just didn’t know said pirate was his current Captain. When they finally reached land, Jack did something unexpected, he allowed everyone to go before him. Not racing off for booze or women, instead he headed off the ship and down to the beach. The sun had set, and the moon was rising, but Jack could still see clearly. 

As he moved closer to a rock formation, he noticed someone sitting on top. Your hair falling beautifully as always, your eyes that were once bright were now slightly dull and the smile was replaced with a frown. “Y–Y/n? Is that you, love?” 

You nod, “J–Jack…” You felt the sobs in your throat desperately wanting to come out. 

Jack rushes forward, his hand grasping your cheek while his eyes studied you. His own tears flowing down his cheeks. “My siren, my mate. The years I’ve waited for you.” He seals your sobs with a kiss, eyes slipping closed as he embraces this feeling. “I’m never letting you go again, love. Never.” 

Your hands feel his face and hair, they stop, and your fingers touch something familiar, your eyes move from his face and land on it. “You kept it…” You play with the seashell, remembering the day Jack had surprised you with a date on the beach and after you had eaten, you grabbed his hand and swam together. You remember popping your head up and handing him the pretty blue seashell, telling him that if you were ever apart that you would always be with him.

“Of course, I did, love. It was what kept me going.” He stares into your eyes with a gentle gaze.

Your hands stay on him, not wanting to stop touching him because then he might disappear again. “It’s been so long, I thought I lost you… I’ve been searching…” Your bottom lip trembles and your brows furrow. “I love you, Jack.” 

“I love you, my siren. More than words could express.” 

From behind and on the ship, Mr Gibbs smiles, raising a glass in the air before taking a sip. He was happy his Captain found his love again, thankful that his clues for you to find them finally worked.

thank you for reading!

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[witchthewriter]

(𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    

Warnings: Mentions of Davy Jones’ locker, death, violence and piracy (yay!)

a/n: message me/comment if you want to be tagged in any of my posts x 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

🌿ENTP 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Sagittarius Rising  

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:  

How’s It Gonna End by Tom Waits

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・It wasn’t easy being with Jack, then again, it wouldn’t have been easy being with you either - 

・Over the years you had gotten into a flow - knowing each other’s quirks, your wants and desires; vices and virtues. 

・When other people are around you - that’s when it isn’t easy. Because all they see is two people on a whole other planet - you have inside jokes, lingo, a way of communicating that others can’t comprehend quick enough

・And when Jack gets attention from others ... you have to admit, you do get a little jealous. Okay, a lot jealous. 

・Especially when he’s around women, he can’t help but flirt back. And it’s taken a while for him to learn to cut it out

・Captain Jack Sparrow has always been known for his extravagance, his over-the-top nature. And you’re known for your chaos, your unruly nature; and of  course your clumsiness. 

・But somehow your clumsiness is always connected to luck. Knocking something over will somehow lead to a distraction where you’re able to escape later on. 

・You found each other in your youth. Constantly rescuing each other by chance - destiny always found a way for you to run into each other 

・The stories you could tell! 

・The amount of times you’ve pulled each other from the brink are countless

・Where one went, the other was always soon to follow

・You have no idea how many times you both faced the gallows

・They didn’t seem all that frightening now 

・You loved the Black Pearl just as much as Jack. You saw her as your freedom.

・When Jack was pulled from your world into Davy Jones’ locker, you went straight in there with him. 

・The Kraken was the easy part. The time spent in that godforsaken desert was hell. Literal hell. 

・Unluckily, you didn’t end up in the same place. 

・Davy knew Jack would be fine if you were with him, so he separated the both of you. 

・And in the time frame, Jack had inched closer to insanity - not having you by his side made his mind plunge into instability 

・You thought it was fun ... at first (insanity was/is second nature to you.)

・But Davy had more tricks up his sleeve, ones that he somehow knew would get to you

・Then little crabs started appearing. 

     “Aw rocks.” You said out loud, moving to lay down and gaze at the perfectly rounded sphere.

“Oh, not rocks. Rocks with legs-”

・And when they moved, you followed 

・ “Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU REAL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ‘ERE?” Jack bellowed from the moving Black Pearl

     “YOU JUMPED, I JUMPED.” 

“Oh yes, Kraken. I remember now, he was a slimey smelly big thing wasn’t he-”

・You found your way on deck and Jack swooped you into his arms. He held you close against him, holding one hand on the back of your head. 

・Now others think it weird, but Jack likes to smell you. So when you were nuzzled in his arms, he did exactly that

・ When you found everyone on the beach, you nearly ran to Tia Dalma. She’s been a close friend throughout the years. 

・You didn’t feel any resentment towards Elizabeth. Holding onto grudges didn’t make sense in your line of work. 

・And you kept her secret. 

・The relationship with you and Jack means you share a lot of the same enemies. 

・Barbossa, the man who marooned the two of you on separate islands, had come back to save you from Davy Jones Locker. It made you laugh. You actually audibly laughed when you saw him

・Although you did like Jack the monkey

・Will was ... less than enthused to see you

・Only because he thought you were bat sh*t crazy

・But Elizabeth could only blush - she didn’t look you in the eye until a week later

・You were present during the meeting of the Bretheren Court. And were incredibly excited to see Jack’s father again. 

・Back in the day he and yourself hit it off nearly instantly. He thought you would have made a brilliant Pirate Lord, if only you weren’t so clumsy

・To Jack’s disbelief you wanted a war with the East India Trading Company

    “They’ve taken too much from us, Jack.”

・Yet again, destiny had spared you. The fight with Davy Jones and Beckett had caused many casualties, but neither you or Jack had been hurt

・You were able to sail away... until Gibbs had fallen asleep and the Pearl was stolen yet again

・Jack has mastered how to patch you up; cuts, burns, bullet wounds etc. In another life, he would have made a great healer. And when you brought how talented he is with remedies and such, he said: “Love, I’m only good at this because I’m looking after you. I couldn’t care about anyone else.” 

・Jack likes listening to you read out loud. But most of the time you get bored of the story and start making things up, while still holding the book so Jack has no idea what the real plot of the story is ... 

・Many might think you two have a treasure cove of riches. But really you just have a small tockens of each other on your persons

・He has a trinket that you found many years ago in his hair, twisted around a dreadlock

・You wear a ring of his. He gave it to you as a sign of his affection and love. A little like a promise ring

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Drama Queen (Jack) x Drama Queen x3 (You)

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You say to Jack) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Jack replies to You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You’re His Lucky Charm

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖:  

Love, Pet, Sweetheart, Sunshine. 

Jack likes to make nicknames up on the spot as well, especially when he wants to cheer you up. He’ll string two random words together and they may not even be sweet - but the way he says it ... he can make anything sound sensual. 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch and Gift Giving

Jack is big on words. But what really gets to him is when you compliment him - when the words are coming from you, they mean something. People might think Jack is a touchy feely guy; but he’s really not. He’s calculating with how he touches you - moving hair behind your ear, being the big spoon, dancing with you. His favourite love language is gift giving both giving and receiving. He absolutely ADORES presents. Especially all things sparkly. 

Tagged: @sardonic-the-writer, @roguesknights.

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[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.

#dom reader #sub character #sub captain jack sparrow #sub jack sparrow #sub pirates of the carribean #pirates of the caribbean #potc #potc headcanons #sub potc #unfinished work #mino chats //

[dem-obscure-imagines]

The Happily Ever After

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Just the Three of Us | Relocated | What We Were Waiting For

Fandom: Stranger Things

Prompt: “Here’s my proposition; What you receive: all of my love and affection + a cake of your choosing. What I receive: part four of just the three of us. Pretty solid deal I think.”

Note: I do indeed think that’s a pretty solid deal. I’ll take a red velvet cake if that’s cool with you. Here is the long-anticipated Part 4! Sorry it took so long, but uh…Volume 2 put a little wrench in my motivation…Love you guys lots. Take care of yourselves during these trying times.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, poly fluff.

Word Count: 5.2k

Reader is: female, from the future

It was too early in the morning that your alarm clock rang, blaring from the nightstand somewhere behind you.

You groaned and shook your head. “What time is it?”

“It’s Ren Faire day, princess.” You felt a kiss on your nose and a warn hand on your face, opening your eyes to find Eddie’s face right in front of your own, his curly hair a messy bed head, as it usually was in the mornings.

You gasped, remembering suddenly.

“You nerds get up really early for these things, huh?” Steve chuckled, his face pressed against the back of your neck. You loved the way his voice sounded in the morning, all deep and gravely. His arm tightened a bit around your waist as he pulled you back against his chest.

“We’re dedicated to our craft, Harrington.” Eddie smirked, scooching forward and effectively trapping you in a boyfriend sandwich, his arm arcing over you to touch Steve. “And I, for one, can’t wait to see our preppy little boyfriend all dressed up today.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Steve shook his head. “I can’t believe you two talked me into this.”

“I can.” You and Eddie both said at the same time.

“Jinx.” You whispered, Eddie’s eyes gentle while they lingered on your features.

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future?”

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future.” You confirmed.

“Cool. Well, you jinxed me, so I think that means I owe you a kiss.”

“Those aren’t the rules I’m familiar with, Munson.” You tilted your head, an amused grin tugging at your lips.

“You know, if you wanna kiss our girlfriend, you can just say that.” Steve pushed the hair off of your neck and kissed your cheek before trailing kisses down your jaw. “Because I know I do.”

“Yeah, let’s go with that.” Eddie smirked, kissing Steve’s cheek, and then his lips before moving on to yours.

It was complex, how these little make-out sessions worked between the three of you, but you loved every minute of them. Eddie’s lips explored yours, his hand between your head and the pillow, fingers in your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Meanwhile, Steve was, no doubt, leaving a loving little bruise on your neck, his lips careful, but firm.

“I love you.” You murmured to both of them.

“I love you too.” Steve whispered behind you, sealing his words with one last kiss on your cheek.

“As do I.” Eddie kissed your nose, looking into your eyes for a long moment before finally sitting up. “Ugh, I’m so excited.”

***

“Baby, will you do my eyeliner?” Eddie asked once the three of you were relatively ready to go pick up the others for the Faire. The king of Hellfire was dressed as a warlock-leaning pirate captain. He looked very Jack Sparrow, despite the fact that Jack Sparrow did not exist yet. His costume consisted of a billowy black shirt with a deep v-neck, held loosely together at the top by thin, crisscrossed strings. As usual, his fingers were adorned with his signature rings. He had a few accessories attached to a brown leather belt that hugged his hips, and on his head, there was a wide-brimmed pirate hat to match, a few beads and gemstones attached to it that you’d helped him sew on.

“Yeah, one second.” You called over your shoulder as you adjusted Steve’s costume. You and Eddie had talked him into a ranger-esque costume, complete with a cape and a quiver full of arrows. It was notably less intricate than Eddie’s, but you were lucky to have gotten him to wear it at all. He was, however, wearing some leather archery gloves, along with a small brown satchel to put his wallet and keys in.

Meanwhile, you were dressed as an elven princess, your costume fairly simple due to the short notice and your lack of supplies from the future, but you were wearing a layered purple skirt, a peasant top, a corset, a jeweled circlet around your head, a pair of pointed ears, and, of course, one of Eddie’s rings around your finger.

Steve grinned down at you, amused, as you fiddled with the strap of his quiver, adjusting it so it sat comfortably against his back.

“How does that feel?”

“A lot better. Thank you.” Steve leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “You know, I had my doubts, but this might be fun.”

“Will be fun.” You corrected.

“You look great, Harrington.” Eddie smirked. “But I still miss that dorky little sailor costume you used to wear.”

Steve chuckled, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. “Oh god not the sailor costume.”

You raised an eyebrow. “When did you wear a sailor costume? And follow-up question: where might I find pictures of you wearing such a costume?”

“Ugh, Munson, see what you’ve done?”

Eddie laughed maniacally. “Ah yes, all according to my evil plan.” He leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I’ll show you later. I’ve got them tucked away somewhere safe.”

“I look forward to it.” You said, putting the finishing touches on Steve’s costume before turning your attention to Eddie, who was sitting on the couch, manspreading shamelessly, an eyeliner pencil in his outstretched hand. He gave his thigh a pat, inviting you over.

You walked over and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist to support you. You admired him for a moment, that handsome face of his.

“What?” He asked, amused, his voice little more than a whisper as his arm tightened around you slightly.

“You, Eddie Munson…are so hot.”

As soon as you said it, Eddie’s cheeks began to redden. He laughed, embarrassed. “Pfft. I don’t know about that.”

“No, no, no, she’s right.” Steve said, sitting next to Eddie on the couch. “She always is.”

“Well I can’t argue with that logic.” Eddie accepted, relaxing against the cushions, his free hand taking Steve’s.

You adjusted your position on his leg and gently took the hat off of his head, handing it to Steve. Eddie stared up at you with stars in his eyes, waiting in anticipation for you to finally put eyeliner on him.

“Close your eyes.” You murmured, and he did so. Then, carefully, you drew eyeliner onto the edge of his eyelid. “Do you want them kinda smoky, or a more solid line?”

“Smoky.” He answered, his voice quiet.

“Cool.” You nodded and gently smudged the line with your pinkie finger, giving him a smokier look. Then, you repeated on the other eye. “Now look up.”

He tilted his head back.

You giggled. “No, like, open your eyes and look up with them.”

“Oh.” Eddie opened his eyes and then looked up at the ceiling.

Even more carefully this time, you traced his lower lash line with the eyeliner and then smudged it expertly. His eye twitched a little bit, but for the most part, he managed to keep them steady.

“All done.” You told him, sliding the cap back onto the pencil and leaning in to kiss him.

“Lemme see.” Eddie set you in Steve’s lap and got up to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Holy shit!” He emerged wearing a brilliant smile. “Princess, this looks awesome. Thanks.”

“Any time.” You smiled, an arm draped around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve guided your face to his, kissing you softly. You reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand, keeping him close as his lips explored yours.

“I love you,” he whispered it like he was telling you a little secret, his brown eyes incredibly warm, sparkling as he admired you in your costume.

“I love you too.” You replied, going in for another quick kiss before getting up off of his lap and getting the rest of your things together.

Sometimes, you looked at your boyfriends, really looked at them and remembered where you were, when you were. Today, you were in 1986, all dressed up for a Renaissance Faire. A few months ago, this would have been little more than a distant daydream, a passing thought, and now it was your daily reality.

“You okay?” Eddie waved a hand in front of your face when he noticed you zone out.

“I’m fine.” You nodded, taking a step closer and wrapping an arm around his torso while Steve draped an arm over the both of you. “Great, actually. I’ve got my boys, we’ve got some great costumes, and we’re going to have an awesome time.”

Steve grinned and kissed your forehead. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

***

The three of you picked up Robin, Dustin, and Nancy, planning to meet the rest of the group at the faire grounds.

“Cool costume, (Y/N).” Dustin complimented. He was wearing some Paladin gear that looked like he had made it himself.

“Thank you!” You smiled. “I usually go as a tiefling rogue, but all my ren gear is in the future, so…starting from scratch, I suppose.”

“Babe, what’s a tiefling?” Eddie asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

You paused for a long moment. “Are…are tieflings not in DnD yet?” You asked, dumbfounded.

“They’re from DnD?” Dustin asked. “Oh my god, I love when you talk about future stuff. What are they like?”

“They’re like…demon people, kind of. Cool demon features, red skin, horns, that sort of stuff. They’re insanely popular in every DnD group I’ve ever played in.”

“That sounds fucking awesome.” Eddie grinned, taking your hand. “Do you know when they pop up?”

“No clue. But I guess it has to be sometime between now and fifth edition.”

“FIFTH EDITION?!” Dustin asked, his eyes just about bulging out of his head. “Holy shit!”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Yeah.”

Nancy watched you, her big blue eyes curious. She was also wearing a princess costume, but hers leaned more fairy-inspired than yours did, complete with a flower crown and brighter pastel colors. Robin, who was dressed in a Robin Hood-inspired outfit, had helped Nancy with hers, too.

“What’s it like?” She asked quietly.

“What’s what like?” You asked, sitting on the bench seat in the front of the car, crammed quite comfortably between Steve, who was driving, and Eddie, whose fingers were drumming a steady rhythm against your thigh.

“You don’t have to answer this, but…isn’t it weird being here?”

“Oh.” You thought for a long moment. “Well yeah, sometimes. Every time I almost get used to things, I find out something else I’m used to having won’t be invented until like the nineties or something. And that’s…tricky, I guess. But I love it here. And you guys are all great and super nice. I’ve got a great support system here.” You squeezed Steve’s hand and he squeezed it right back. “And besides, pretty much everyone from my generation idolizes the 1980s.”

“This is news.” Steve raised an eyebrow, looking at you briefly while he was stopped at a red light. “Really?”

“Yeah, definitely. A lot of people my age are obsessed with ‘80s music and the aesthetic. Some of the fashion is coming back, too. Lots of the movies are still really popular, some of them getting remakes. And also, they’re making a lot of new movies that take place in the ‘80s, too.”

“Remakes?” Robin asked.

“They made an all-girls Ghostbusters a few years back. It got a lot of hate, but I liked it. The Ninja Turtles come back around every five years or so with a new something.” You chuckled. “There’s a lot of others, too, I just can’t remember them all off the top of my head.”

“An all-girls Ghostbusters…” Robin whispered, smiling. “Awesome.”

“Hey Steve, are we almost there?” Dustin asked from the backseat.

“Almost there.” Steve nodded, putting his blinker on before taking a turn.

“I can’t wait.” Robin grinned, fixing up her makeup with a little mirror in the back seat.

“I can’t believe we’ve never been to a Renaissance Faire before.” Dustin chuckled, shaking his head. “It took your awesome girlfriend from the future to open our eyes to it.”

“You’re welcome, Henderson. Glad I could introduce you to the nerdy wonderland hiding right under your noses.” You chuckled, leaning your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your hairline, and you could feel his lips curl into a smile. “Our costumes are gonna be even better and cooler next year.”

“Definitely.”

***

It didn’t take long to get the rest of the way there. The people standing at the entrance of the parking lot, which was really just a big grassy field, directed you where to park amongst the rows and rows of cars that were already there. Dustin used his walkie talkie to figure out where the others were parked, and then you all started walking towards their vehicle.

When you found them, the other half of the group were sitting in the back of a large yellow pizza van, putting on their garb as quickly as they could. You recognized pretty much everyone who was there. You’d been introduced to each of them at your birthday party do-over and they all seemed nice, as far as you could tell. The only exception was the addition of Argyle, Jonathan’s friend from California. Already you could tell he had good vibes.

“Is this the girl from the future I keep hearing about?” He asked as soon as he laid eyes on you, one of your hands in Steve’s and the other in Eddie’s.

“I’m (Y/N). You must be Argyle.”

“Nice to meet you. I think it’s super dope you have two boyfriends, by the way. I wish everyone got two soulmates. More to love, you know?”

This caused you, Eddie, and Steve to all laugh a little. You nodded. “Yeah, I think so, too. Totally lucked out with these two.”

“(Y/N), did you bring any safety pins? My zipper broke.” Will said, motioning to the back of his wizard costume, which was hanging open haphazardly.

“You seem pretty crafty; I told Will you might have some on you.” Jonathan admitted, shrugging.

“Well you were correct.” You said, opening the bag hanging at your hip and quickly producing a safety pin, carefully using it to join the ends of Will’s robe. “I can help sew a new one on later. Or I could help make you a new one. Totally up to you.”

“A new costume might be nice.” Will contemplated.

Once that was handled, Steve wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his side and Eddie’s hand found its way into yours again, his ringed fingers lacing between your own. He pulled your hand to his lips, littering a few kisses there on the back of it.

The large hoard of nerds you’d acquired started walking towards the front gates together. Nancy handed out the tickets and made sure you each had one, and then you walked through the domed archway into what felt like another world.

Right at the entrance, there was a tall Maypole with dancers wrapping ribbons around it while music played in the background. Almost everyone you encountered was dressed up as though they were straight out of a fantasy novel. Vendors were selling food and drinks, costume pieces and ornate jewelry, homemade candles, artisan soaps, and so on and so forth.

“Holy shit…” Eddie murmured, looking around at everything.

“Hey you three.” Robin said, grabbing your attention, her Polaroid in hand. “Smile!”

She snapped a photo of the three of you, handing it to Steve once it printed out the front of her camera. He shook it idly while it developed before showing you and Eddie.

“Oh my god that’s so cute.” You smiled. “Thank you, Robin.”

“Any time.” She grinned.

Everyone kind of split off, agreeing to meet at twelve to grab something to eat together before going their separate ways. You, Steve, and Eddie stuck with the other older members of the group: Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, and Robin.

For a while, you browsed the racks of costumes. Eddie looked at a very ornate pirate jacket while Steve tried on a few flamboyant leather hats.

“What do you think of this one?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“I think you look hot in all of them, babe.” You said, walking up to him.

“Oh you think so, do you?” He grinned, hugging you to his side and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“If you want one, we’ve still got about four and a half months on my fancy card.” You reminded him.

“I don’t know what I’d do with a hat like this, princess.” He chuckled, taking it off of his head and putting it back on the rack where he’d found it. “But, uh, I think our boyfriend found something he likes.” He glanced over at Eddie, who had tried on the pirate captain coat and was admiring his reflection in the mirror.

You snuck up behind him, a mischievous look on your face, and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Oh! Hey.” He grinned and made eye contact with you in your reflections. “What do you think?”

“I think it suits you, Captain Munson.” You kissed his cheek. “If you want it, I’ve got my Gold Card on me.”

Eddie thought for a long time, quiet. He had that same look on his face he got every time you tried to buy him something. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I am.” You assured him.

“It’s pretty expensive.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ve got unlimited funds for the next four-ish months. We may as well use them.”

Eddie slowly smiled, laughing a bit before meeting your eyes. “Well I can’t argue with that logic, now can I?”

You walked to the counter with him and bought the jacket before reuniting with Steve outside the stall, where he was chatting with Argyle, whose long hair was now braided with several flowers woven into it.

“Woah, cool coat!” Argyle complimented.

Eddie beamed, showing it off proudly. “It was a gift bestowed upon me by Princess (Y/N) of Hawk’s End.”

You laughed. You loved when Eddie’s DM voice came out.

“What do you think, Harrington?” Eddie did a little spin.

“I think you make one hell of a pirate captain, Ed.” Steve smirked before adding playfully, “Might even get me back in that old sailor costume.”

Eddie gasped and put his hand over his heart. “Promise?”

“We’ll see.” Steve shook his head, chuckling.

Eddie walked up to Steve, his fingers playfully hovering near his face before pulling him in for a kiss that Steve gladly reciprocated. It was adorable, how affectionate they were with each other. For both of them, touch was one of their main love languages, so physical affection was a big part of your relationship with them. Not that you minded at all. It was nice. It was nice being cared for by your two favorite people in the world.

“Now we’ve gotta find a cool new costume piece for you, big boy.” Eddie kissed Steve’s nose and Steve blushed, grinning.

“Better get looking, then.” Steve replied.

“It says on this map there’s a mead tent.” Robin read from the map she’d picked up at the gate. “And a mermaid? And a fairy garden!”

“What’s mead?” Argyle asked.

“It’s like honey-based wine. It’s pretty sweet, but they make it in a bunch of flavors and it’s pretty good.” You answered. “My favorite is blueberry mead.”

“You know a lot of things, future girl.” Argyle noted, nodding. Yeah, he was probably baked, you figured. After spending a little over a month dating Eddie, you’d recognize that smell anywhere. “Thanks for sharing your knowledge.”

You laughed. “Any time.”

“I think we should check that out.” Steve noted. “It’d give me some time to sober up before I’ve gotta drive us back.”

“You like wine?” You asked, amused.

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “On occasion.”

“No wonder Dustin calls you Mom.” Eddie joked, giving Steve an affectionate nudge.

“Well I wanna go see the mermaid.” Robin said. “Looks like the mead tent is on the way.”

“Perfect.” Steve took your hand in one and Eddie’s in the other, starting to lead the rest of the group over to the mead tent.

***

By the time lunch rolled around and you joined up with the kids again, you were still a little buzzed from the mead tent.

“Woah, Eddie, cool coat!” Dustin complimented.

“Doesn’t he look great? A total pirate captain.” Steve grinned, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s waist from behind and kissing him on the cheek.

“Are you…drunk?” Dustin asked, his eyes narrowing at you and Steve slightly.

You giggled. “A little. We found a mead tent.”

“They’re both lightweights.” Eddie whispered very loudly, earning an elbow to the chest. “They’ll sober up once we get some food in ‘em, though.”

“What’s mead?” Mike asked, holding hands with Eleven.

“The nectar of the gods, brochacho.” Argyle declared. “I have been changed at this Renaissance Festival.”

Once you all caught up with each other and shared the things you had found, the rest of you started browsing the food stalls. Steve made a beeline for the giant turkey legs while you located something more palatable at one of the other storefronts.

There weren’t many places to sit and eat, so your whole group sat on the back benches at one of the live shows.

Steve held up his turkey leg proudly and took a bite, nodding immediately. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”

“Can I have a bite?” Eddie asked, curious more than anything.

Steve nodded and held the leg closer to Eddie, who took a bite from it.

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head a bit as he chewed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have finished that whole thing. That’s…a lot.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, taking a bite of your veggie burger. “I usually share one with my friends back home because it’s too much for any one of us to finish on our own. They’re good with barbeque sauce, though.”

“That’s a good idea, princess.” Steve grinned, dabbing some barbeque sauce onto it before digging in again. “You’re right. You’re always right.”

“That seems to be the pattern lately, yeah.” You chuckled.

“You want a bite?” He offered, his eyes earnest.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You took a little bite before turning your attention back to your own meal. Once you were finished eating, you looked at Steve, who still had a little barbeque sauce clinging to the corner of his lip. “Babe.”

“Hmm?” He hummed, looking over at you, oblivious.

“Come here.” You beckoned him closer and he leaned in, those gorgeous big brown eyes gazing into yours. You led his lips to yours and kissed him softly, pulling away after a few moments before telling him, “You had some BBQ on your lip.”

Steve laughed sheepishly and looked at you. “Well did you get it?”

“Yep.” You pecked his lips one more time before getting up to walk your trash to the garbage can. When you made your way back to the group, Eddie was reaching out for you, his fingers wiggling needily. You grinned and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around you.

“Can I get a kiss even if I don’t have BBQ on my face, princess?” Eddie asked, his features mischievous.

“You can have a kiss any time you want, Captain Munson.” You tilted his chin up towards you and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

Once everyone else was finished, you all started walking around the faire once more, browsing the various stalls, shopping for odds and ends. In one of the other costume stalls, Eddie stuck a very kingly crown on Steve’s head, mostly as a joke, but the look Steve gave himself in the mirror while he was wearing it was enough to make you bust out your Gold  Card.

And then, when you all were about finished exploring, you stumbled upon a psychic’s shop. Immediately, you felt a pull you couldn’t explain.

“A psychic?” Eddie asked, reading the sign. “That’s cool.”

“I…I think I’m gonna get a reading.” You decided, walking inside, Steve and Eddie not far behind you.

Steve browsed the little crystals for sale out front while you walked to the counter and booked a reading. And as soon as the psychic was ready, she beckoned you beyond the beaded curtains to her table while Steve and Eddie waited out in the storefront for you to be done.

The psychic was an older woman, probably around fifty or sixty. She had reddish hair pulled back into a bun. Her fingers were adorned with rings and bracelets, her nails painted gold. She had a kind twinkle in her eye, like she knew things she wasn’t supposed to. Although, you supposed, that was kind of the whole point.

“So you want a stone reading today, eh?” She asked, collecting said rocks from the table’s surface. Some of them were crystals, others were bones or pieces of bones, there were a few runes, and some rocks that looked as though she’d found them outside somewhere.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“There’s some nervous energy about you, dear. Is this your first reading?”

“The first in a while.” You nodded. “I had a friend who used to do them for me before I…uh, moved.”

“Mmhmm.” She hummed, setting the pile of stones in your hands. “Breathe with me.”

You both took a deep breath together.

“And now, you can release them.” She said, motioning you for to drop the stones on the table. She looked them over for a long moment, taking in the information they gave her based on the way they fell. “You’re not from around here, are you? From quite far away. Somewhere you can’t get back to.”

“Right, yeah.” You nodded, a chill running down your spine.

“But you don’t feel lost, do you? I see a little uncertainty here, but…” She smiled softly. “Your soulmates are here.”

You smiled. “Yeah, they are.”

“They love you a lot. I can tell that much.”

“I love them a lot, too.”

She laughed. “Well that’s good.” She paused, looking over the stones. “You’re pretty financially stable now, yes?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“I’m still seeing a new job for you on the horizon, but not for a while. Maybe…a few months from now.”

You were in awe. That was when you were planning on getting a job, about a month before your Gold Card would expire.

“Let’s talk about those soulmates, shall we?”

“I’d love to.”

“Well, there’s two, for starters.” She laughed. “You’re one of the lucky ones, it seems. One of them is giving me very…paternal, protective energy. He’s…athletic. Maybe not currently, but he played sports at one point in time. He’s…he’s been hurt in the past. Someone who he really cared about betrayed him, but he doesn’t feel that way with you. It’s a different kind of fear. You got here pretty abruptly. Part of him fears you’ll…well, that you’ll disappear as quickly as you came.”

“Woah…”

“You won’t.” She reassured you quickly. “We’ll…we’ll get there, though. Now the other one, he’s something else, isn’t he? I’m getting some strong musical abilities here. He’s a bit of a rebel, an outsider. He has tattoos, yes?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Plenty of them.”

“Thought so. He’s very creative, though. An impressive storyteller. He treats you well. They both do. There is, however, something they’ve been keeping from you. It will come up in due time, but just know that they’ve been waiting to tell you for a reason.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t push them. It’s nothing that directly affects you, rather, something in their past.” She paused, taking a breath and looking into your eyes. “Speaking of pasts…I didn’t think you’d recognize me, and it’s alright that you don’t, (Y/N), but there’s a reason you came into my stall today.”

Your heart raced and you stared at her, waiting for the recognition to kick in. And then, all at once, it hit you. “Oh my god, Iris?”

“In the flesh.” She smiled, reaching for your hand, which you gladly gave her, tears welling in your eyes.

“What are you—how are you—?”

“A few months after you vanished on your twenty-first birthday, I vanished on mine. Went back to the 1950s to live with my soulmate, Lydia. She’s running the register out front.” She told you, chuckling softly and shaking her head. “I always knew you’d gone off to 1986 but it snuck up on me after all these years.”

“How did you know? What did they tell you?”

“The Commission told all of us, your friends, where you’d gone and why, told us not to make too much of a fuss about it, but it was hard to just move on like nothing had happened.” She teared up a little. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You both stood up and walked into each other’s arms, crying.

“I know you’re still afraid you’ll wake up back home, that all of this will be a dream, but it’s not. You and your soulmates are going to live happily ever after. You’re going to put down roots together, start your new life here. I know you’re going to be so happy with them for years and years and years. And every once in a while, you better come visit me.”

“Oh I will. I promise.”

“Good. Now, how would you feel about introducing me to these boys of yours?”

***

Iris, unsurprisingly, got on with Steve and Eddie very well. She trusted them with you. And now, she knew you were in good hands.

It had been a weird and wonderful day, and now, you and the rest of the group were heading towards the car to go back home. On the way there, though, you pulled Steve and Eddie aside for a second.

“Steve, Iris…told me you’re…she said you’re scared that I’m gonna…disappear.” You told him, causing him to stop in his tracks. You and Eddie stopped walking too, standing under the canopy of trees arching above you as people in Renaissance garb passed you.

“Well, w-well yeah, it’s always kinda…in the back of my mind.” Steve admitted, taking your hand and fiddling with your fingers. “I don’t know, I just…everything is so perfect and I’m just afraid that one morning I’ll wake up and…”

“Hey, look at me.” You said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek, tilting his face towards yours. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You felt tears brimming in your eyes and reached for Eddie’s hand with your free one. “I…honestly, I was kind of afraid of that, too. But…Iris said that’s nothing to worry about. When I came here, it was a one-way trip.” You looked at Eddie, who was in tears, too. “You’re both stuck with me, alright? Forever.”

“P-promise?” Eddie asked, a lump in his throat.

“Promise.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek, only to be wiped away by Steve’s thumb, his warm hand cupping your face. He pulled you against him, tugging Eddie closer with his other arm, the three of you huddling there together on the dirt path in your Ren gear, holding each other close.

And little did you know Robin was a little ways up the path, snapping yet another picture of the three of you with her Polaroid.

Part 5?

#steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger thing

[spidernerdsblog]

morning after

A/N : It's me, hi! So I saw this scene from sex ed with otis and ruby and it made me think of peter and stark! reader. Feel free to imagine whichever peter you like. Let me know what you think. Also Happy Halloween guys!!! 🎃🕯️👻🕸️

Summary : last night after a drunk hookup you and peter aren't quite sure you used protection or not.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Eager hands clawed at each other's clothes as your ragged breaths mingled into a searing kiss. Like every other year the annual halloween party at the avengers compound was a blast. Everyone showed up in the most peculiar costumes you will ever see except your dad who just wore his ironman suit. ‘Why dress up when you’ve got the best costume in the whole damn world?’ was his logic.

You and Peter went to the party dressed up as elizabeth swann and captain jack sparrow from the pirates of the caribbean so it has been quite a struggle to get out of the costumes as you fall back on your bed with Peter on top of you. His kohl smudged eyes peers down at you.

“God, your eyes look so sexy.” you giggle, not to mention you both were very drunk thanks to the open bar.

“Yeah?” Amusement in his voice as you nod. “You are sexier.” he rasps, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it playfully. His erection presses between your thighs, wanting some friction against your throbbing clit you grind your hips against him. Peter groans as he runs his tongue down the side of your throat to your breast. The tip of his tongue circles around a hard nipple before pulling it in his warm mouth. You moan loudly, back arching off the mattress as he lets go with a wet pop and sucks on the other one. The tip of his cock lined directly to your aching hole just a little thrust and he would fill you to the brim.

“Fuck me, Pete.” your hands reach down his ass, giving them a hearty squeeze as he jolts forward. 

“Just a second baby,” he bends over to grab a condom from the night stand after a bit of fumbling in his drunken stupor he was on you again. Pinning your hands beside your head he slides inside you in one single thrust. 

“Fuck!” he groans, pulling back his hips and thrusting back again. Once you had adjusted he increased his pace. Your hands fly to his back as he fucked you hard and fast. 

“Right there Peter, don’t stop!” your screams of pleasure urged him on and with a few more deliberate pumps of his hips you both were cumming around each other.

****

Peter’s head was pounding but there was someone who was moving around the room. It’s literally a struggle as he peeks an eye open to find you in his shirt frantically searching for something in the room. He looks at the bedside clock and it reads 6:30 in the morning.

“Mmhmmph, Y/N come back to bed it’s so early.” he pats on the empty side of the bed.

“Shut up.” you chew on the nail of your thumb picking up the costumes you had discarded all around the room.

“What are you looking for?” he sits up rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms.

“The condom wrapper.” you reply before stopping your search and looking at Peter skeptically. “Did we use a condom last night?”

“Well yeah I guess… I mean I remember taking it out from the nightstand.” he says groggily.

“Peter Parker!” your loud incredulous voice makes Peter wince in his head splitting hangover.

“Ok! I’m sorry it’s a bit hazy for me too.” he says rubbing his temples.

“I can’t find it in the room or in the trash bin.” you slump on the bed with a worried expression.

“It isn’t that big a deal Y/N, we’ve gone bare back before a few times and we’re both clean.” he says calmly.

“It is a big deal Peter. The last mission was so hectic I wasn’t taking the pill regularly.”

“Oh.” he blinks, unable to think of any other proper response.

“I’ve to get a plan B asap.”

“Ok.” he nods sleepily.

“And you’re coming with me.” you add andPeter’s eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and panic.

“Me? But why?” 

“Because you slept with me so don’t try to avoid responsibility as it is your fault we are in this situation in the first place!” you say scowling at him.

“Hey! In my defense we were both drunk and I’m not trying to avoid responsibility.” he huffs.

“Well then it's settled then you are coming with me.”

****

“Was it necessary to come this far?” He faces you standing in front of the store. You were dressed in an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled down to avoid anyone recognising you. You  had also insisted that you go to the pharmacy five blocks away downtown.

“Yes absolutely,” you reply with an incredulous expression. “I can’t be seen going into the pharmacy. The papz will have a field day. Imagine the scandal, Stark heiress pregnant with a child out of wedlock in big bold letters in tomorrow’s headlines. Mom would kill me!”

“Ok.” he nods, seeing the logic in your reason. “So have you ever done this before?”

“No, what are you trying to say?” you frown at him for the way he was implying that you sleep around a lot. Peter was quick to rectify himself.

“Nothing, that came out wrong, sorry.”

“It’s fine now go and get it.” you nudged him forward.

“Me?!” his eyebrows rise to his hairline.

“Yeah if you don’t want my dad to see your face with me on the front page of a gossip magazine you better go in fast.”

“Y/NNN…” he whines, looking miserable already.

“C’mon go on, bugboy.” you pat his shoulder.

Peter huffs and hesitantly walks inside the store pushing the glass door. He wanders for a minute in between the aisles before grabbing a bottle of tums and heads towards the front of the store. The lady behind the counter gives him a small smile.

“Indigestion” he chuckles nervously, placing the bottle on the counter. “And can I get the morningafterpill, please?” he adds in a rush.

“I’m sorry?” she looks up at him in confusion.

“Themorningafterpill?” he mumbles visibly sweating as another woman hovered behind him.

“I can’t hear you.”

Peter thought he was being punished for all those months secretly dating you behind Tony’s back. “Themorningafterpill.” he tries again lowering his voice.

“Still can’t hear you.” she says now with a bored expression.

“The morning after pill.” fed up he finally says it out loud and clear and instantly wishes the earth swallowed him whole.

The lady regards him for a moment then states plainly. “I can’t sell it to you.” 

“Why?” Peter looks at her with desperation but she gives him the same bored look.

“You don’t have a vagina, sir.”

When Peter walks out of the store you eagerly reach out to him.

“It’s not… it’s just tums.” showing you the bottle he informs defeatedly. “You need to buy it in person.”

“What? Why?” you demand but Peter just shrugs helplessly. “ugh! This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing. I mean stuff like this happens all the time. Condoms break or people forget to use them, or they just go missing. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes intently. “I also want you to know if you are pregnant I’ll drop out of college, get a job and provide for you both.”

At that moment you feel you have filled your daily quota of emotional distress and decide to put on your big girl pants and walk inside.

“When did you last have sex?” the pharmacist asks.

“Last night. Obviously.” you answer with an annoyed look on your face.

“Did you use contraception?”

“Yes…” you start before adding “I think so.”

“Well the details are a bit hazy” Peter supplies from the back and you shoot him a withering glare. “Sorry, I’m not here.”

“When was your last period?”

“Three weeks ago.”

“Have you taken the emergency contraceptive pill before?”

“No! Why do people keep asking me that? I’m not a slut.” you snap and Peter rushes to calm you down by rubbing down your shoulders gently.

“It’s ok, baby.” he murmurs softly.

“Any drug allergies or hereditary ailments?” the lady just continues with her questions unfazed.

“No.” you say mildly irritated. “If you are done with your 20 questions, can I’ve the pill now?”

She reaches out to the shelves to grab a box and puts it in front of you. “That will be $45”

“Thank you.” you hand her the cash. “And please don’t tell anyone I was here.”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“That’s impossible, everybody knows who I am.” you say haughtily and exit the store with Peter following behind. 

You both take a quiet stroll to the central park, upon finding an empty bench you sit down on it. The leaves on the trees in the park had turned from lush green to an orangish hue giving off the perfect fall vibes as the cool autumn air hit your face.

“Here,” Peter hands a water bottle to you.

“Thanks.” you take it and pop open the pill from the wrapper to swallow it with the water.

“Y/N I’m sorry.” Peter says quietly.

“What for?” you look at him in confusion.

“For last night it was very irresponsible of me. I’m sorry I put you in this situation.” he looked so adorable with his sad brown doe eyes you had the sudden strong urge to grab his face and kiss his sadness away.

“It’s ok I’m at fault too.” you smile. “Let’s just blame it on the alcohol and call it a day, yeah?”

“Also about the thing I said in front of the store I was completely serious you know. I would’ve taken care of both of you.”

You remember the sincere look on his face when he had said that but then you had given such a look as if you don’t want to do anything with him. “I was just stressed Peter and you know I get mean when I get stressed.” you lace your hand with his resting on his knee. “And I also know you will always be by my side no matter what.”

#peter parker #peter parker smut #tasm peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield smut #andrew garfield fluff

[ghostofskywalker]

Where You’re Meant To Be - 4

Will Turner/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,102

Summary: After being taken prisoner aboard the Flying Dutchman, you resent the men who have accepted your soul as repayment of another’s debt, especially the Captain. It doesn’t matter one bit that he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, not at all.

Flower and Meaning: frangipani || the strength to withstand tough challenges

Chapters: one || two || three || four

Note: this is the last part of my august work for the @yearofcreation2023​! i hope everyone who read it enjoyed the fic and i’d love to hear any thoughts you have!

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Will Turner Masterlist

Despite not spending too much time on the Dutchman in the grand scheme of things, you could tell when it was near because of the excitement that bubbled in your stomach, even though you couldn’t see the ship itself. You looked out over the shifting waves, wondering how far below them the ghost ship sat, until a voice interrupted your thoughts. “How are you gonna let them know you’re ‘ere?”

You turned to see Jack Sparrow standing next to you, bottle of rum in his hand. If this ship wasn’t as close to the Flying Dutchman as it already was, you would probably be a little worried about his ability to successfully steer and maneuver the ship you were on right now.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t suppose you would know how to contact those who live beneath the waves.”

“Why don’t you just jump?”

You raised your eyebrows in response. “But I know how to swim, so that wouldn’t work.”

“You have to sink.”

“But what if I was wrong, and I die for nothing?” That very fear, while you had never spoken about it aloud before, had always been part of your thought process.

“Some things require risk,” Jack responded. “That’s just what being a pirate is. Course my risk usually comes down to angry government people and the visitation of a particularly annoying monkey, but you understand.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Look. I may believe the whole thing is a crock of shit, but sometimes love is the same thing as jumping off the deck when you know how to swim; a risk and a chance that things won’t go as you wanted.”

He stepped away from the side of the ship before you had the chance to form a response, leaving you to ponder his (surprisingly wise) words. And the longer you thought about it, the more his initial suggestion made sense. The hopeful part of your mind believed that the ship would still protect you as you fell beneath the waves, just like when you were tied to its mast. Your clothes were heavy enough that you would likely sink after a few minutes, and wherever the Dutchman lay beneath the surface, you knew deep down that it was near. And so with nothing but a deep breath and a far-flung hope, you jumped before anyone could stop you.

The chill of the ocean soaked through the layers of your dress immediately, and soon the fabric was completely waterlogged. You didn’t fight the way it moved to pull you under, and you just hoped that you were indeed correct about the location, because otherwise you’d be dying for nothing.

But that worry was soon resolved when you opened your eyes to see the blurry outline of a ship in the depths, and the moment you entered its space, you felt as though you were back on land. The deck was completely empty, but you could tell those seaweed sails anywhere. You were exactly where you needed to be.

As your feet hit the wood, the sound of someone stepping onto the deck echoed in your ears, and you watched intently to see who would be the one to greet you. If it wasn’t Will, you weren’t sure what you would, because you knew that no one else on this crew would give you the same grace as the captain. Even then, you hadn’t really come up with the perfect thing to say when you saw his face again.

You heard Will’s voice before he had fully exited the shadows, and part of you breathed a sigh of relief, knowing who you were dealing with. “What are you doing here?”

There was so much that you actually wanted to tell him, but nothing seemed right. “I want to travel on this ship,” was what you eventually went with, even though that sentence did little to convey the true scope of your emotions.

It was clear that your words confused him, because it took a few moments for him to actually respond. “Why?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. “Why would you want to spend the rest of your life on a cursed ship, away from everyone else you knew? None of the men on this boat want, or even chose to be here, but you do?” He sounded truly confused, but you supposed it was warranted this time.

Footsteps echoed through the space before you could answer, and you looked around to see who else would be privy to your conversation, though you saw no one. “I thought I wanted to leave,” you admitted. “But every moment I’ve spent back at the port since then I’ve wanted to be back here, and I can’t explain it.” Maybe that was a little bit of a lie, but you didn’t want to scare him off right away if he didn’t feel the same things you did. “I understand it if you think I’m crazy, but I just jumped off a ship in the middle of the ocean and I highly doubt that the people who took me here are still around, so if you’re going to make me leave I’d at least appreciate it if you took me back to Tortuga.”

You stared at him, and he stared back. It was impossible to read what he was thinking, his face blank as he clearly considered your words and tried to come to a decision how to respond. “Fine,” was his eventual response, but something in your mind told you that he was a lot happier to see you than he let on. “You can stay.”

***

As it turned out, having someone who technically wasn’t dead on the crew was incredibly useful. While most of the men on board were tied to the ship in a similar war that Will was (they couldn’t step more than a few paces on land), you could go wherever you wanted. This was especially beneficial when you came to the realization that you had nothing on the Dutchman, no bed, clothes, or even shoes due to the way that you hadn’t taken your few things with you when you jumped overboard in the first place. By the time a few weeks had passed, you had even purchased a light mattress and hauled it aboard the boat yourself (with the help of some of the crew once you reached the water).

And speaking of the crew, you had a shaky relationship with them. While you didn’t ever fear for your life, you certainly weren’t voluntarily spending your time around most of them. Part of you wondered if Will said anything while you were out on land, but you could never tell for sure.

You moved into the captain’s room and everything was shifted over to accommodate the new mattress. Food and water were now stocked much more often than ever before (because you weren’t dead, so you still had to eat), and the tension between you and Will continued to rise with every moment you spent on the deck.

It was the middle of the night when everything came to a head, and you were laying on the deck as you stared up at the night sky. After spending the day watching the macabre parade of souls as they crossed the delicate path between worlds, the shimmering majesty of the constellations was a welcome change of scenery. The sound of footsteps on the deck alerted you to another’s presence, and Will’s voice broke the silence.

“Had enough of this life yet?”

You sat up to watch as he leaned against the side of the ship, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read. “What are you talking about?” you asked.

“I figured that eventually you’d figure out what we’ve known for ages,” Will said. “That life on this ship is nothing but grim and grisly, and once you realized that you’d want to return to land. You’re the only one on this ship that is not bound in its service, I suppose I find it difficult to believe that you want to be here.”

You paused for a moment as you tried to decide how to respond. “I suppose I can understand it, but after you had dropped me off the first time, I spent nearly every moment on land wishing that I could return. There’s a power and a freedom that comes with being on the ocean, and I wanted to know that feeling again.” After you finished speaking, a gentle tap of your fingers to the boards of the deck coaxed Will to sit beside you.

“Then why not simply join another crew in Tortuga?” he asked. “Why search out the Dutchman so ardently?”

A moment of fear flashed in your mind, and you debated whether or not to lie to him. This was the moment, and if you screwed this up you would be guaranteeing yourself a ticket off the ship the next time the stopped, even after you spent all this time tracking it down. Should you lie, and make something up about your fascination with the macabre, a morbid interest in the ghastly service that this very ship performs?

You could see Will start to shift where he sat, likely a nervousness due to your lack of response to his question. And before you could think about it any more, something in your mind snapped, and the decision was made. “You.”

“What?”

Well, you had to tell the truth now. “After we stopped yelling at each other every time our paths crossed, I realized that I had grown rather fond of you, and as much as I loved the freedom of the seas, I also realized that none of that would be truly worth the trouble as long as you weren’t there.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, and you looked away from him, hoping that this wouldn’t be too much of a mistake. “And now I’m here, voluntarily trapping myself on a cursed ship and letting go of life as I knew it before, just to be near you.”

You turned your head to face him, hoping desperately that this didn’t ruin the friendship that you had been cultivating with him, and at first glance, it didn’t seem too promising. With a look on his face that you would describe as stunned, he seemed to completely freeze for a few moments.

Until he reached out to gently pull your face to his.

As his lips sealed to yours, whatever thoughts were currently inhabiting your brain fled instantly, and there was nothing but Will. The way he smelled so clearly of the sea that surrounded you both, and the way his calloused hands were so tenderly holding your cheeks, every bit of that was driving you mad. You might have dreamed about kissing him from the moment he first stepped out of the ship’s shadows, but the clear passion and romance behind this kiss was something that you had only been dreaming about since your moment steering the boat for the first time, a moment which you now could say was finally completed.

When you pulled away for air, neither of you moved that far back, and Will was the first to break the silence. “I missed having you around after we dropped you off at Tortuga,” he said. “And I know that moving forward with this will have its challenges, but I’d really like to do that again.”

“I really want to do that again too,” you said, and just before you leaned in once more, you added to your thought. “And I don’t care about the challenges. If I can find a way to end your service to the Dutchman, I will do everything in my power to make sure it is done.”

His response to that declaration was another kiss, but you didn’t near to hear him speak his thoughts to know what they were.

The two of you would undoubtedly face dangers beyond your very imagination as you moved forward, and the path to free Will from his curse was likely twice as treacherous, but you were unwavering in his decision. You still hated the man who tried to trade your soul for his, but it just might be possible that some things happened for a reason.

And of course, if you’re on the ship when he dies, you would have full input in how he spent his eternity, and you could exact revenge then.

- the end -

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hii hope all is well 💜. Can I please request Jack Sparrow being in love headcanon? Thanks if approved! 😊

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

Jack sparrow being in love 😍

This wasn't planned, nor thought out in any sense of emotions.

Jack being in love was something rare.

Sparrow had his ways with women. A corsair of the buccaneers, a Casanova of the seven seas.

Jack had many admirers and lovers; angelica, giselle, and scarlett, esmerelda, even Tia Dalma at one point.

Jack avoided you, and he deceived you. He didn't want to believe he was in love, such a cliche thing, really. A pirate falling for a woman/man/person and they live happily ever after on the pearl.

Jack sparrow hid in the most unusual places, even when you weren't expecting it.

Jack spent nights in tortuga ravishing himself with pretty wenches to take his mind off. But even then, when he came lip to lip with them, he didn't kiss them. Instead his mind thought of you.

He couldn't be in love, he didn't want to. He valued the freedom and the sea. He was committed to the sea and his ship.

Jack spent his days trying to figure out what his feelings were, why he valued you, or rather felt the "weird things" when you were around.

One night Master Gibbs was out with his bottle of rum "a yo ho ho, a pirate's life fo-".

"Psssst, Matser Gibbs" Jack whispered.

"Cap'n, be tha yer? Where ar' yer" Gibbs looked around the main deck.

Master Gibbs walked up to a bunch of cargo with a big barrell.

Gibbs looked inside the barrell to see Jack, hidden inside.

"Did they see me?" Jack's pupils turned left and right.

"What's wrong Jack, why ar' ya hidin', who ar' ya hiding from" Gibbs asked.

"Is it tha' kraken? As Jones spotted our ship, Gibbs looked worriedly.

"No mate, even worse than that," Jack stood up from the barrell.

"Her?/him?/them?" He whispered.

"Her?/him?/them?" Gibbs replied.

"The lass/lad/y/n," Jack muttered.

"The lass?/the lad?/y/n?" Gibbs questioned further.

Gibbs soon caught on to who Jack meant. "Ye mean, y/n, the landlubber."

"Ohhh, ar' they a spy from tha navy." Gibbs tried to realise,"I knew it, Jack, tha's why I said I didn't trust them from the moment they first docked."

"I've been having these," he gestures with his hands. "Things."

"Wha-what sort o' thins, ave' ye caught scurvy?" Gibbs still couldn't make sense of what Jack meant.

"You know, things, things that make you feel... funny," he couldn't make into words. How could he? It's not like Jack's ever felt this way before.

"So yer feel funny when ye see--ohhh Jack" Gibbs realised finally what was going on.

"Are ye, in love?" Gibbs smiled. "Aye I remember the first time I be tha way, and let me tell yer, she was a fine lass, one I couldn't forget".

"Turned out tha next mornin', I couldnt find er'-- or rather, she wasn't even human, Aye, Turned out ta be but a sack o' oranges" Gibbs rambled about his drunken tale.

Jack got out of the barrell and took Master Gibbs's rum and swung it down his gullet.

"Aye, I remembered that, bieleved that sack was named sally or martha, hm, also that night I do recall nearly losing a finger or two from that wager, was worth it though, got that map in the end" Jack explained.

"Aye, Is that how we ended up cursed" Gibbs leaned against the big oak railing of the main deck.

"The pearl's already cursed mate, I'm just the captain of it" Jack threw the rum over board.

"So whaddya gonna tell er/im/em then" Master Gibbs asked.

"I'll do em one better, ill set them off at some fancy port and they can tell their friends of how a devlelish, delightful captain Jack Sparrow saved them from the clutches of a bunch of rutheless scoundrels" Jack agreed.

"Now that sounds like a tale to behold, don't it?" Jack smiled.

"Jack, ye can't just abandon tha poor thing" Gibbs sympathised.

"Ye did that already--on an island" Gibbs recalled.

"Jack" a woman/man/person called from the distance.

Jack gestured with his hands for Gibbs to move.

"You never saw me, savvy?" Jack scurried away.

Jack would be like this for a while but eventually you would confront him about why he was acting strang-er.

Jack would come clean and admit "the world's a funny place innit darlin, things I can't explain between you and I, happens from me always wondering about you, wondering in Tortuga, wondering when I drink rum, wondering about these...things". He continued with a smile, "Things for you mate".

"Hm, does sound a bit cliche to say 'I love you' don't it" Jack places his first finger on his chin.

Jack leaned toward you "Hmmm, how about rather, your enduring, I can't figure out why I'm besotted to you"

"Suppose it ain't gonna sound cliche to say--" he admitted. "I loved you mate, I always have, I always will".

You blushed with astonishment. You had no idea yet it made sense for Jack's behaviour recently.

You could kiss him, and that would be that. You could marry him, and that's the end of your love story. You could sail with him, entailing the fantasy of many countless women, men, or anyone with pirates--or--rather.

You chose to endure the freedom as Jack did, being two souls that understood each other when no one else did.

A rather more passionate romance then the tales of Will and Elizabeth.

Jack was no fool when he was in love. A legendary captain like him would grant you protection.

Though for Jack, would it truly be the end? No, of course not, it only means another chapter is written in the tales of the captain.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow #jack sparrow headcanon #pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the caribbean headcanon #potc x reader #potc #potc headcanon

[sardonic-the-writer]

Howdy, I'm the anon who sent in a request for Jack sparrow a bit ago, I'm here to request another one becuase I'm having jack sparrow brain rot atm.

Jack sparrow x reader where the reader only sleeps soundly around him? Like anywhere else and they'll have terrible sleep? Bonus if the reader hugs in their sleep.

Also could I be known as Tired anon?

yeah sure!! welcome aboard new anon. (hah get it)

• Jack doesn't tend to sleep around other people on his ship

• After all he is the captain. He has his own quarters with his own bed, and everyone else retreats below deck when they can for a wink of sleep. So not a lot of moments for him to notice any one else's sleeping patters

• But who knows. Maybe after a night on Tortuga, when The Pearl is safely tied down to a dock and you and Jack are stumbling drunk to it, you just collapse on the nearest soft surface with him, both of you too wasted to even consider properly turning in

• More liquor from Jacks secret supply is provided to you, and the both of you drink until it feels like the world is spinning on its axis

• Upsides of being a pirate longer than you though, is that Jack can hold his rum just a wee bit better than you can. Pretty sure the captian of the ship is looking at one of his crewmates laying spread out on the chipped floor of his cabin

• "Well. 'Spected this to happen sooner." He slurred, stumbling over his own two feet while approaching you

• After a solid ten minutes of groggily trying to fit you out his door and down to your hammock—with no avail—he just opts for dumping you on his bed like a sack of potatoes

• At this point he's so tired from moving you that Jack just flops down at the foot of his shitty bed, not even caring about anything else but more rum and sleep

• Eventually latter takes over

• If he had managed to keep his eyes open a bit longer, he might have registered the feeling of something warm curling around one of his arms as you clinging that part of him like one might do with a pillow

• And if you had managed to stay up past the extravagant pirate, then you would have discovered he mumbles in his sleep

• But alas you hadn't. So no one was around to hear as Jack wishpered the occasional call of your name and for more rum in his slumber

• The next morning would be a bit of a strange situation to find yourselves in, but for now the both of you were fine just sitting there with each other, softly snoring the night away

#pirates of the carribean #pirates of the carribean x y/n #pirates of the carribean x you #pirates of the carribean x reader #potc #potc x y/n #potc x you #potc x reader #jack sparrow #jack sparrow x you #jack sparrow x y/n #jack sparrow x reader #headcanons #request #x reader

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Misc. Tag Game! ✨

thank you for the tags @ronald-speirs @panzershrike-pretz and @sharkboyandlavalieb !!!

Made by the amazing @ronald-speirs 💖

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

Hmmm I’m gonna have to go with when my mom, sister, and I all went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday! It was so much fun and just an incredible experience 💕

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Probably continuing my therapy journey! I’ve been in therapy continuously since I graduated in 2020 and I feel like I’ve made some good progress! I’m proud of myself for not giving up when things felt impassable

Favorite books?

Soooo i’m not too big on reading but something I will read over and over again is the fruits basket series!!!! That’s the only book series I’ve read in its entirety and I love every bit of it!!!

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

It’s not the dart scene at the start of replacements idk what you’re talking about

Favorite thing about your culture?

About being American? I guess just the fact that BoB is American 🤣

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

Umm i think in April ‘23?? @dontirrigateme and I had just watched the x-men first class movies and wanted to watch more James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender, so of course we watched BoB… the world has never been the same

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I’m trying to read Ambrose’s book right now, but I have Winters’ Beyond Band of Brothers, Guarnere and Babe’s book, and a couple others on my shelf!! (if anyone finds Webster’s shark book i promise you my first born for a copy of that)

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Oh goodness there’re so many!!! Ummm well right now I’m going thru a Liebgott phase oml the man makes me FOAM AT THE MOUTH so I’m gonna go with when he tends to Talbert on the Night of the Bayonet, like Liebgott is known for his temper and fighting but here (and with Tipper) you can see he’s an absolute SWEETHEART AAAA I WOULD DIE FOR JOSEPH DAVID LIEBGOTT

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

I’ve just recently started writing for BoB!! I also have some Pokemon x BoB collages that I’ve made 🥰

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

Johnny Depp hands down, and absolutely pirates of the caribbean, it’s just all-around lovely and whimsical and amazing (fun fact till like middle school i had no idea what Johnny Depp actually looked like because my only references for him were Captain Jack Sparrow and Willy Wonka and they just did not look the same to me 🤣)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

I think I’ve said this before, but it’s a quote from my blorbo Vincent Van Gogh, “I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

My dad’s retired Navy, so I grew up moving around until he retired when I was about 8!

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

ASDFDL I WOULDN'T MIND HAVING A BETA READER

Three things that make you smile? (I’m watching BoB rn so this is about to be BoB momes)

“CURRAHEEEEEEE!”

“We salute the rank not the man”

“I’m John Wayne! The costume department set me up with these nice navy whites, what do ya think!?”

Any nicknames you like?

Honestly I just feel warm and fuzzy when given any nickname, I’ve been called Em, Emmy, Ems, my favorite might be “Yellow,” I’ve had three separate best friends give me this nickname just cuz they associate me with the color yellow and sunshine vibes ✨

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

ASDJ:LKF THERE ARE SO MANY @dontirrigateme @panzershrike-pretz @ithinkabouttzu @executethyself35 @ronsparky @love--persevering @ronald-speirs @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @xxluckystrike @venus-haze @thicccqueyoongimin @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @neptunes-blue @ewipandora @hanniewinnix @sharkboyandlavalieb @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @jump-wings @malarkgirlypop @mads-nixon @blueberry-ovaries @coco-bean-1218 @b00ks1ut AND SO SO MANY MORE I'M SORRY IF I DIDNT TAG YOU I PROMISE I LOVE YOU

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Cry and die probably

Favorite movie?

Bohemian Rhapsody, the Mummy, and Pirates of the Carribean, and the Blair Witch Project!

Do you like horror movies? YES!! Especially found footage movies!!

No pressure tags!! @dontirrigateme , @ithinkabouttzu , @executethyself35 , @neptunes-blue , @thicccqueyoongimin , @love--persevering , @jump-wings , @blueberry-ovaries and anyone else who wants to do this!!! 💖

#tag game #i love my moots #band of brothers #hbo #hbo war #easy company #emily shut up

[raidenbuddha]

James norrington x reader

sex with the commodore

It has been around two weeks after mine and Mr James norrington wedding, making me a Norrington! . The wedding ceremony was small with a blue theme to match my dress and his custom tailored commodore suit.

The guest list included some town folk as painters and caterers, his mother, and of course my best friends William and Elizabeth turner for I had been pirating with them for years now. Luckily but unsurprisingly my older brother Captain jack sparrow and my father Blackbeard walked me down the aisle, and after our vows jack left on his ship with the crew I’d known for so long because they were being chased by the French. “Goodbye love, and treat my sister well commodore, or else I will hunt you down like you've done me. This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.”

and with that he swung off on a rope much like my father who after congratulating me and giving a “talk” to James, vanished into thin air.. it’s really his thing. Everything was going great but I felt some tension between us. Sexual tension.

After the commodore comes home-James you’re home! How was your day?” “Better now that I’ve Seen you Mrs y/n norrington. I’ll never get over that. How did I bag someone like you? and to think a pirate!” “The feeling is mutual james. I truly love you Mr commodore, and ‘to think you chased me as much as I chased you.

A high class man head over heels .” He chuckled and replied “Love you to y/n,” and engulfed me in a kiss. I decided to make my move later in the night and ask if he wanted tea and bread with butter with me. He obviously obliged my homemade bread. I had rum secretly and he noticed as when I set down my tea cup he inspected it.

“What is this dear?” “Nothing… fine. Well old habits die hard ok? He granted me a smile and said “that’s quite all right. I know just the feeling.” In the bed- “James honey?” “Yes y/n?” “I’ve been noticing some tension between us… I hope to fix it..” “ I know exactly what you’re talking about.” I suddenly blurted out “I’m a virgin!” James got extremely close to my ear, so close I could feel his breath which sent a tingle in my body and said “Looks like I get to be the first dear.. To make you mine and only mine.”

He got on top of me and cupped my cheek softly with his hand and looked seemed to look at me with lust in his eyes. As he engulfed us in a fiery passionate kiss I couldn’t help melted under his touch. “God y/n you taste like rum and flowers. What an odd yet compelling mix.”

James whispered. I placed my hands on the back of his neck just as he began to trail soft and wet kisses on my jaw all the way up to my ear. Then he made his way down to my neck and nibbled along it sucking and biting definition leaving hickeys. “Y/n, this needs to go..” he motioned to my night gown and as he tried to unbutton it he looked semi frustrated and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well I guess I have too do this now..”

“what is it James?” James rips off the gown and throws it across the room and he takes off his undershirt and bottoms. “That was hot.” I mutter. “Good.” I couldn’t help but blush as he said that with conviction. He was the perfect mix of sweet and rough in bed. THIRD POV- The commodore trailed wet kisses back down your neck and onto your collar bone leaving love bites when he suddenly takes your nipple into his mouth. “Ah” you moan. As he toyed with your sensitive buds whilst getting more moans out of you, you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. Clenching your legs due to the pleasure James opens them and says “I love it when you moan for me and when you wet.”

He leans to your ear and says “so wet.”when he made his way back to your cunt and begun to lick it all around.

“Ahh. “ “hmm.” You moaned. “Mmm” he growled into your cunt. The vibrations only increased your pleasure which then increased more as he stuck a finger inside you. “James!” You gasp. “Do you like that y/n?” “Y-y-yes.” you reply. As he sticks another finger in he starts thrusting them and scissoring inside you while licking your clit.

You moaned as he played with your cunt as he licked and thrusted and talked dirty to you. That was when you started feeling something in your stomach. The feeling only grew and grew until you yelled… “J-JAMES!!” and clamped around his fingers and head with your legs. James pulled out his fingers while making eye contact and licked all your cum up.

“Taste like my wife. That’s enough prep.. are you ready?” “Y-yes James.” After you came down from your high, James put you into the missionary position and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He grabs your hands and intertwines them with his while whispering “I love you.” “I love you too ja..”

You were interrupted by the commodore suddenly penetrating you. Every inch hurt slightly but when he filled you all the way up with his length, you felt so good. “God you’re so tight y/n. Time to loosen you up a bit.” As he thrusted his cock inside and out of you slowly he began to grunt and dirty talk some more.

He was going slowly to try to limit your pain but then you spoke up in the midst of moans and grunts. “James … go faster.. make me yours.” “My pleasure dear.” He pulled out almost all the way and then… SLAMMED his cock inside you and went faster and faster. He flipped you over and propped up your ass and placed your head in the pillows. “Ahhh” he groaned. “I’m gonna finish y/n” “where do you want it.”

“Give it to me james.” As he hit your g-spot one last time you both yell, “JAMES!” “Y/N!!” You clamped around his cock and milked him for every last drop of cum. “That was great mr commodore.” “I could say the same. I love you y/n. Oh. And just a thought… we should try more things next time.” “Yes sir.” “Let’s go get cleaned up in the bath and get to bed y/n.”

You fell asleep In each others arms the last words leaving your mouth of the night being “I love you.”

#james norrington #potc #y/n #smut #fluff #jack sparrow #elizabeth turner #william turner #James norrington x reader #james norrington x oc

[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

[luciadiosa]

"I did it out of honor"

Pirates of the carribean - Request

for the lovely @umgatochamadopercyval

With i share my birthday today at the 27. december. Capicorns!

Happy birthday to you! I hope you have a nice birthday today with your loved once. Be healthy and may your wishes come true.

Enjoy the little short story with James Norrington.

"Y/N!" she shouted. Your beloved sister. A graceful but strong woman and the real daughter of Gavenor Swann. Elizabeth.

You always fight since you were little. The family adopted you after you los your family. Elizabeth nearly begged her father. Now you watched her with Will and interrupted a moment of peace. A kiss between those too.

"Don't worry" a voice whispered. "I take care of you. Noone will harm you and she loves you either way." You turned around. Sparrow.

"What?"

"You fear you lost her. You don't want to be alone. Aftee you lost your home, your father."

Jack took some steps. "As long Beckett has any use for him."

"Our father lives!" you insisted.

The pirate's words echo in your head. If there were a handful of decent pirates, and if Jack is one of them, then it doesn't matter. Because aboard these pirates, you're just a prisoner and you didn't think you will see Jack Sparrow again.

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"Darling, without me you would still be on board. I saved you. No Navy, no Will Turner, nor your sister or that bloody Norrington. So you owe me, aye?."

You look at Jack. He was right. It was he who saved her. He pushed open the door, stood over you and freed you. So you own him at least respect and gratitude. You don't admit it but he grew into your heart. He isn't that bad. A filthy pirate yes but no villian.

And yet you are now standing between the men who conquered your heart. One quickly and with ease. You have always admired the other. But James had eyes for your sister. So she was the older one and the one who represented her family. You're just adopted.

You turn to Jack. Freedom with him was exciting and enticing. He showed you more respect in some situations than a Nobelman would. you smile at him Jack leans back slightly and opens his arms. He grinned and pulled up a corner of his mouth. With him you have someone who accepts you as you are.

"A choice has been made! A choice against true love." You turn around sharply when you hear James moan. Davy grabbed him. The captain of the dutchman is happy. He was right when he said you are a monster of the sea a daughter of Calipso and don't deserve to be loved.

The admiral's eyes meet yours. Full of sadness and disappointment that destroyed the rest of longing. "Let him go." you demand "I told you the loser knows the sea." With a shove, James falls over the rail. "No!" you cheer and Davy laughs. "We have to go. THIS is our chance! He won't survive!" Jack whispers, grabbing your sleeve.

You desperately try to break away from Jack's grip. "Y/N!" your name out of his mouth lets you see him. "Remember I rescued you. Remember all the nights of fun and rum. Of our connection." But then he understood and loosens his fingers from you.

A second full of deep understanding before you heave yourself over the railing with quick steps and jump towards the ice-cold water. The sea embraces you like a piece of motherland that calls back a prodigal daughter.

Once the transformation is complete, you could swim faster against the current and grab James by the wrist. He has already closed his eyes when he feels your hands and the pull up. Stunned by the cold and the weight of soaked clothing, he could barely move.

"I'm so sorry. Please hold on!" you call out to him as soon as he was up. Time stopped for a moment. Stopped the sea and you float. With the last of his strength, James lifts his hand and puts it on your cheek. He looks into your [your eye colour] eyes. His blue lips form your name and a smile. At least he sees you in his last hour. Before he loses consciousness, you give him a kiss on his cold lips. Trembling with anger, you clutch his clothes even more. It must not end.

Breaking waves. The constant murmur was only drowned out by the birds migrating across the blue sky.

The sun blinds you as a cough brings you back to reality.

You pull yourself up and see him. The admiral of your heart. James Norington. His actual hair already air dried. When he calmed down, your eyes meet.

His then wandered over your naked body and he realized what was happening.

Even before he asked, he took off his uniform coat and covered you with it. It was wet but served to hide you from view.

"Did I deceive you?" he begins. "Have you...are you...a mermaid?"

Silence. This silence confirms it to him. He looks at the sea and touches his forehead.

"You could have ripped me to pieces if the tales are to be believed. But you didn't." he mentions.

"James.." You lean in and adjust his head with your hand on his chin so he's looking at you. Your hand slips to his cheek.

"I don't kill anyone I have feelings for."

"Feelings?" - "Deep as the sea"

An encouraging smile from you preceded the kiss. But instead of you, James puts both hands on your cheeks and pulls your head into a kiss. In which his lips meet yours.

You kiss back passionately until you wrap your arms around his wet body and let yourself fall back onto the sand with him.

After minutes of intimacy, you now lie there, turned to each other, arm in arm. You can feel his breath through your nose on your forehead.

"I always thought you adored my sister Lizzie." you mumble

"I did it out of honor. I wasn't allowed to follow my heart either. She was a better match in the eyes of society. But when you were with her, I had to force myself not to keep my eyes on the face. Because you I wanted more" James kisses you on the forehead and you smile.

"But things have changed... Unlike her, you didn't join a pirate voluntarily."

"But me and Jack..."

"I ignore it. As much as it hurts... my love for you is stronger and I know we'll find a way."

Silently you snuggle up to his body, whose clothes are slowly drying and warming up in the sun. After all this time you could be with him. That he reciprocated your feelings made your heart leap for joy.

#james norrington #fanfiction #pirates of the carribean #pirates of the carribean: at worlds end #pirates of the caribean fanfiction #james norrington x reader #jack sparrow #cpt jack sparrow #mermaid fanfiction #request #for your birthday #happy birthday #james norrington x oc

[galadhir]

Tagged by @aintgonnatakethis and @judgeverse

Thank you! :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

88

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

802,066

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm a serial monogamist as far as fandoms go, concentrating on one at a time until I move on to the next. Over the past 15 years I've written

Star Wars (Prequel trilogy - all about Qui-Gon Jinn)

Tolkien fandom (all about Celeborn)

Pirates of the Caribbean (started off with Commodore Norrington/Jack Sparrow, couldn't make it work for me and jumped sideways into Norrington and Lt. Gillette)

Marvel - (the Thor movies reactivated a nascent fascination with Loki, so I dragged a whole bunch of mythology into the MCU fandom.)

Stargate Universe (all about Colonel Young)

Star Wars (Sequel trilogy - all about General Hux)

The Untamed (all about Jin Guangyao)

I've also done a couple of little shorts for Torchwood, Motive and Talented Mr Ripley

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Kindness Repaid - in which Loki and Captain America become friends

Supervillain Honeymoon - someone wrote a fic in response to A Kindness Repaid in which Loki and Steve got married, so I had to write a fic in response to that, in which I figured out how the Asgardians and the Avengers would take the news

The Same Last Name and the Same Coloured Eyes - in which Jin Zixuan decides to be a good big brother to Jin Guangyao, and averts most of the tragedy of The Untamed as a result

Defying His Doom - in which Doctor Doom inspires Loki to improve his public image, and they end up winning a Nobel Peace Prize.

Stepping Stones - an epic Stargate Universe fic I wrote with @seekingidlewild, in which an accident with the communication stones leaves Rush and Young bodyswapped and all communication from Earth cut off

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course I do! I've met all my best fandom friends by chatting with them in the comments of fic (mine and theirs.) Also who doesn't love talking to people about their writing?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to avoid angsty endings if I can. That said, it's probably Battle of the Golden Wood which ends with Galadriel and Celeborn saying goodbye, as she leaves Middle-earth and he refuses to follow.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to say - I tend to make them all as happy as possible. If I can save the world at the same time, I'll do that too. Maybe Seeds of Old Trees, which gets Celeborn and Galadriel back together and sets Tolkien's elves on a path towards a future of exploring outer space.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have had some rude and entitled comments. People trying to convince me that my blorbo is actually a terrible person who should be locked up (SGU) or that my understanding of the lore is faulty (Tolkien) and therefore I should have written a different story from the one I actually wrote. But I wouldn't really call that hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Heh, it's funny. I came into fanfic repressed and writing gen. Then I unpacked the repression, had about ten years writing slash, during which I discovered the queer community, wrestled with God and came out as an asexual queer Christian. Then I leaned into the asexuality and ended up writing gen again.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

In general I don't, but the craziest one is also the only one I've written - Strange Meetings in which Qui-Gon crash lands in Middle-earth and meets Legolas. They were going to go to the drowned ruins of Doriath and recover a Silmaril, but I lost interest after a couple of chapters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

The same last name and the same coloured eyes has been translated into Russian, and I think one of my Tolkien fics was translated into Chinese, but that was on a non-Ao3 site.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Absolutely! I wrote a number of Elu Thingol/Celeborn fics in the Tolkien fandom with Mirien, and Stepping Stones (where Rush and Young are bodyswapped, and Skipping Stones (where Young is age-regressed into a child) with @seekingidlewild

I loved it! It's a great experience writing with someone whose writing you already enjoy. Lots of bouncing ideas off each other and excitement - and of course it's half as hard and twice as fast as doing it all yourself.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I don't think I have one. I'm honestly a single blorbo at a time writer, and I will read and write fics in which that blorbo is paired with just about anyone. I'm not particularly bothered which ship they're in.

I do have a soft spot for Rush/Young though, because they have such in-your- face dysfunctional obsessional chemistry on the show. And in contrast I also love Xiyao (Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao) because they are so obviously in such a gentle, radiant sort of love, that I choose to believe would have survived the revelation of Jin Guangyao's multiple murders.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I would have said Do Not Bear Grudges, which was going to be my JGY resurrection fic, but it fought me so hard that I ended up deleting what I'd already written and I'm glad to have it gone.

I still vaguely wish that I had finished The Stolen Ones however, which was about Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi and was jossed by the Jedi Apprentice books. (I still think mine was better.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at description/settings/worldbuilding, and I often have an unusual take on things due to my non-neurotypicalness.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not great at giving each character their own unique voice, so my dialogue can get a bit samey. Also I forget that characters can lie - all my characters pretty much tell the truth all the time, which makes it difficult writing the kind of sneaky characters I so love, like Loki, JGY later movies!Hux and even Rush.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I could not do it. Massive respect and kudos to anyone who writes in a second language. It is beyond me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, when it first came out. The internet was on dial-up and fandom was on yahoo groups. It was the first time in my life I'd ever been able to speak to other sci-fi geeks like myself. An amazing experience, and good times!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I know it's cheating a bit to choose more than one, but these three hang together as a series, telling the story of Celeborn and Galadriel from first meeting, to tragic parting and final reunion Oak and Willow, Battle of the Golden Wood, and Seeds of Old Trees. At about 140,000 words, it's a good size novel. And of all the characters I've stanned over the years I still feel Celeborn needed me the most. (Though Colonel Young comes a close second there.)

tagging @seekingidlewild @darthlenaplant @darthnostra @wyomingnot @gamebird

and anyone else who wants to have a go! :)

#about myself

[howlingday]

I don't recall whether or not you had a mentor for Sun, but I got one for him and for his team as well. Most of them anyway.

Sun: Son Goku. Mostly for the joke that they're both based on the same Wukong from Journey to the West. But personality-wise they match quite well too.

Neptune: Aquaman. Again, mostly for the joke, but it's waterbased. Having a hero try and inspire our blue haired boy might work too.

Scarlet: Captain Jack Sparrow. We know next to little about team SSSN's other two members, so I'm just going out kn a limb here.

Sage: Only one I got nothing for. I know literally nothing about him besides his name and general appearance.

WARNING: The later half of this post is me complaining about RWBY: Before The Dawn. If you don't want to see that, just move on with your life after the double-barred spoiler warning.

Sun does indeed have a mentor, but it's not Goku. No, his mentor is the legendary Devil Hunter, Dante, which kinda makes sense since his combat style is very flashy, just like Sun's, and I can see Sun acting just like the Devil Hunter in his fights.

Neptune with Aquaman would also be a neat combo, since their interactions would be hilarious and probably more focused on the use of his semblance than his weapon, though they both possess similar style weapons.

As savvy as Jack Sparrow is, I'm not sure how much more pirate Scarlet can get even with a real pirate as his mentor. I will note, however, that Team SSSN's characters are "explored" in the RWBY novel, "Before The Dawn," but they're not to the best degree.*

Sage would be kind of a free-for-all for mentors, since we don't really have much to go on with his character.

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*In the novel, Team SSSN's character are explored in a... less than stellar manner, with them all kind of being portrayed as overall useless. Sun gets chewed out and beaten up because he abandoned his team to help Blake, which is portrayed as a common problem he has. Neptune has a brother that's talked about for one paragraph of a chapter for his backstory, but is completely dropped for the rest so that he can fulfill his role as the cowardly comic relief. Scarlet has the worst exploration as his character can be summarized as both "the gay guy" and "the nagging voice of reason," as in his sole character is he's dating a guy and he's constantly bitching at Sun because he's constantly abandoning him; there is no other trait to his character. And Sage is also there, but the most to his character is that he's the tall, quiet guy, and the only scene I really saw him do anything was holding Neptune over a water fountain- No, wait, my bad. That was Yatsuhashi, so Sage's character trait is he has no character.

#rwby #rwby au #summon mentor au #sun wukong #Neptune vasilias #scarlet david #sage ayana #my thoughts #my answers #before the dawn