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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Gold Undead {pirate!Henry McHenry x Reader}

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For a Trick idea, this may be based on our POTC discussions lol Pirate Henry giving you a gold piece necklace. Little does he know it’s haunted/cursed and summons demons/zombies/undead/ghosts whatever to you. Henry has to rescue you of course. Thank you!!! 💗

TRICK or treat and happy halloween 🎃💀⚰️🗡🔮 I had quite a bit of fun with this one and I’m excited to finally share it with y’all! apologies for the (huge) delay, but I hope that it was worth the wait. and also, thank you so much to everyone for a successful and super eventful month of spooky fun :)

**all credit for the creation of any and everything to do with “Pirates of the Caribbean” goes to the original creators and to Disney. I take absolutely no credit for anything other than my own original characters/characterizations and my own original creative liberties separate from the canonical “POTC” universe in this work.**

warnings. ACTION/ADVENTURE, FLUFF, reader is of high-standing (implied), forbidden romance, young & in love, making out, some touching, badass female reader character, pirate attacks, cannons, sword fighting, a heroic rescue, a romantic reunion, happy end. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

tw’s. making out in the open, themes of indentured servitude (period-typical), piracy (period-typical), the supernatural/undead, kidnapping, a depiction of vomiting, some period-typical sexism, depictions of excessive alcohol consumption, near-death experiences, graphic depictions of injury & violence & fighting & death, descriptions of blood.

word count: 3.5k

✦ summary ✦ Captain Henry McHenry, scourge of the Caribbean Seas, returns to Port Regal late one night with an ancient treasure more powerful than he knows, professing his undying love for you. The gold piece that now lay between your breasts, meant to be a symbol of Henry’s feelings for you, sends an invisible summons to a cursed ship of local legend, the Black Pearl, and her undead crew. Now, finding yourself their newest matey, your trust in Henry and his love are put to the ultimate test as your fate amongst the living sails further and further into uncharted waters.

A warm Caribbean breeze flutters across your skin as you stand out on the balcony, looking upon Port Regal’s midnight sea. The moonlight bounces off the ever-unrestful waters, ships rocking back and forth with the natural rhythm.

Henry promised that he’d be docking in Port Regal for the night in order to pay you a visit, but he hasn’t arrived and your concern grows with each passing moment.

What if something has happened? What if he’s been captured...or worse?

The worries swirl in your mind regardless of how much you try to hold them back, shuddering at the mere thought of his lifeless corpse bobbing amongst the salty flotsam.

“Miss? Your bed warmer is ready. Shall I put it on for you?”

You shake your head, not even turning to look at your maid. “I am not ready to lay at the moment, Annette. I shall put it under myself when the time is right. You are dismissed for the night, thank you.”

She simply nods and backs out of the room, shutting the door behind her. You feel a tinge of guilt at your cold, callous nature, but you can’t help it. You’re feeling upset and anxious about Henry’s absence, and frankly, you could give a damn about your bed warmer.

You shake your head before walking back into your room, closing the balcony doors. Your robe flutters where it hangs on a hook as the breeze pushes through and you stride over to it, pulling it on over your shoulder.

Clad in only your nightgown and robe, you sneak down to the beach by the docks. You shed your slippers before walking along the shores, enjoying the way the tropical water tickles your bare feet.

“May I join you?”

A familiar voice asks, and your eyes widen before you quickly spin around with a grin upon your face. You immediately jump into Henry’s waiting arms, squealing softly in glee.

“Oh, Henry!”

He grins, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you embrace for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

“It is so good to see you, my love. I apologize for my delay, the winds sailing in were not much in our favor.”

You laugh softly, drawing back to touch your lips to his, hand sliding up to cradle the side of his face. He’s eager to return your kiss and match your passion, setting you back down onto the sand before settling his sea-roughened hands on your hips.

Lips moving in-time with another, your heads tilt to the side to allow for a deeper angle into each other’s mouths, tongues battling for a taste. One of his hands comes up to gently cradle the back of your skull, fingers caressing your platted hair.

“I brought you something from my latest voyage.” Henry whispers against your lips, drawing back slowly. “Allow me to show it to you.”

He reaches into his leather belt and pulls out an ancient-looking gold coin with a chain strung through it. Your eyes widen at the sight, taking the coin into your palm and admiring the delicate carvings laid on the surface.

It bears a skeleton etching in the center, surrounded by an intricate array of lines and unknown symbols. Although strikingly pirate-like, you find the coin quite beautiful and you look up at your love with a smile.

“Henry, this is...so lovely, thank you.”

He seems nervous as to your reaction, visibly relaxing when the words leave your lips. “May I lay it round your beautiful neck?”

You nod, turning around to let him lay and fasten it. Once he does, you look down and take the coin between fingers, examining it for yourself while Henry leans down to kiss the spot where the little chain lays upon your neck.

“Do you like it, love?” His voice is low, breathy where it tickles your neck. “It shall serve as a reminder of me whenever it is I am away from you. I hope it will be a representation of my love and devotion when I cannot be here to show it myself.”

“I love it, Henry. I love you.”

Your lips pull up into a smile as you turn back around to face him, hands running along the buttons of his coat before you pop one open. He smirks softly, bringing his own hand up to fiddle with the ties of your nightgown.

“I believe now is the time for a proper reunion between us...”

Suddenly, he scoops you up and runs down to the water’s edge. You gasp when you realize what he’s playing at and you shriek, grabbing onto his clothes.

“Nooooo Henry!”

He laughs, teasingly swinging you back and forth. Then, his arms still and he leans over to press a kiss to your lips. “I will not throw you, poppet, I promise.”

Just as you relax, which was a big mistake, he grins and tosses you into the warm water. You screech before being submerged in the shallow Jamaican sea.

What you don’t realize is that the moment the coin touches the water, an invisible pulse is cast out over the Caribbean waters, summoning a foe of legendary proportions.

You give him a playful smack on the chest before pulling him in for a kiss when he runs up to you in only his underclothes. He’s eagerly returning your embrace, hands sliding down your wet torso until his fingers take purchase on your hips, pulling you in closer.

Your nipples are already hardening under your soaked nightgown, rubbing against his chest, the resulting sensations of which makes you moan softly into his mouth.

“Your lips taste sweeter than the mangoes on Tortuga, my love.” He whispers against you, smiling softly. “And you are just so, so beautiful. Always so beautiful.”

“Mmm, you flatter me so.” You say against his lips with a smile.

His hands creep down slowly and wrap around the globes of your ass, giving them a firm squeeze. You gasp into his mouth, cheeks warming as you chew your lip.

“Henry! Someone could catch us, you best keep your hands to yourself.” Despite your stern words and tone, you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your lips. Truthfully, you like it when he touches you in such scandalous ways.

He chuckles, bringing a hand up to hold the side of your face, thumb swiping over your cheekbone. “I know you secretly enjoy my touch, but I shall heed your words just this once.”

“Well this is a first for you, listening to me properly, Captain McHenry.”

Both of you laugh together and he lifts you up, spinning you around playfully before setting you back down in the shallow water, unable to keep from covering your damp face in kisses.

“Mmm, I figured perhaps I should give it a try.”

Just as you begin to reply, cannonball fire cuts through the silent night’s air, startling both of you as the ball collides the castle wall. Smoke from the blast lingers in the air and once it lifts, a large ship emerges from behind it, cannons drawn and prepared to rain down upon the port.

Your jaw hangs slack as you look upon the massive vessel, recognizing it from the stories, the fables read to you as a child.

But no, it is not possible...The Pearl was sunk decades ago and some even suggest that perhaps the ship never actually existed in the first place...

Henry shakes you violently, jerking you back into reality from your wandering mind.

“My love! You mustn't stand here. Go back up to the castle before they make it ashore.” He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, sprinting out of the water. He carries you up to the edge of the beach, then sets you down, looking deep into your eyes as he holds your arms tightly. “Run as fast as you can, do not stop for any reason at all, do you understand me?”

You nod quickly, tears brimming in your eyes. “Henry, w-what will you do?”

"I will try to hold them off for as long as I can manage.” He says, reaching to draw his sword.

Your bottom lip trembles, holding his face in your hands.

“Will I ever see you again?”

Henry’s expression softens for a moment, but he nods without hesitation, putting his hand over yours and leans into your touch. “You will, I promise. We will see each other again in this lifetime, my love, I shall make sure of that.”

You nod, pulling him down for one last passionate kiss before rushing back up the hill towards the castle. You’re running as fast as you can through the village, dodging panicked villagers as they all rush around.

More cannonballs fly through the night’s sky, both from and towards the enemy and as much as you tell yourself that you shouldn’t, you stop and turn to look out for Henry, making sure he’s still alive down on the beach.

As you do so, his words echo in your mind.

‘Run as fast as you can, do not stop for any reason at all.’

With his smooth, velvety voice a calming influence in your ears, your legs suddenly begin carrying you even faster than before through the bustling dirt streets. You’re so focused on getting back up to the castle by any means possible that you aren’t surveying your surroundings properly.

Perhaps if you had, then you would’ve seen what, rather who, is so obviously coming at you. Several sets of heavy footsteps rush up behind you and then, a blunt object suddenly collides with the back of your head, causing a sharp pain spreading rapidly across your cranium.

And then, the world goes black just as your limp body falls forward and hits the unforgiving ground.

When your eyelids finally flutter open, you instantly feel sick to your stomach. You feel the liquified, chunky contents of your uneasy stomach crawling up your throat and you quickly turn your head to the side just as the first bouts spew from your lips.

Your throat feels drier than a shriveled fig after your restless stomach rids itself of its contents, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. God, everything around you is damp and the air absolutely reeks of the sea, which only further contributes to your feelings of sickness.

The salt in the air can practically be tasted on your tongue it’s so thick and you’re almost fearful of choking on it. Your limbs are rendered practically useless, ankles in heavy rusted chains while your wrists are bound tightly together in front of you with ropes.

Suddenly, the door from above-deck flies open and startles you as it slams up against the wall. Heavy, commanding footfalls bend the poor planks below and echo menacingly in your eardrums.

You look up slowly, face contorting in obvious horror as you look upon the Captain, eyes lingering over his morbidly bony appearance and thin folds of rotten flesh. If he wasn’t standing up straight and walking, anyone would believe him to be dug up from a grave.

Two ratty-looking mateys in similar bodily condition follow behind him, chuckling at your reaction to their appearances.

“Aww, I think she be scared of ya, Cap’n.”

He gives you a toothy grin, stepping up to the bars. He wags a bony finger at you, signaling you closer. “C’mere, poppet. I promise I be meanin’ ye no harm.”

“You are hardly worth my energy.” Your lip curls up into a disgusted snarl and you spat at him.

They give you a round of loud, hearty laughter in response. The Captain grins, picking his decaying teeth and running his rotten tongue over them.

“Real clever ye think ye are, eh poppet?” His faux gold teeth shimmer softly in the dull light of the oil lamp. “I be thinkin’ ye ain’t so clever, havin’ that ancient pirate’s gold hangin’ ‘tween yer tits like it be some plain ol’ necklace.”

Brows furrowed, your head tilts down and your eyes meet the glimmering gold coin currently laid between your breasts. You look up at the bony pirate with a perplexed expression.

“What do you mean? This was a gift.”

The pirates chuckle at you. “An’ I was o’er here thinkin’ ye was a smart girl. That there ain’t no ordinary necklace charm, poppet. That there’s ancient pirate’s gold. What do ye think brought the Pearl to yer port, hm?”

“I thought you were just some mad drunken pirates looking for another port to raid.” You huff. “Just like most other pirates I know.”

His eyebrows raise and he laughs. “Know many other pirates, do ye? ‘s them the damned scalleywags who gave ye that damn cursed coin?”

Sickness begins to bubble in your stomach once more. “Cursed? It is just a gold coin; by god, you all are much drunker then I ever thought possible.”

“Just a coin, she says.” The two mateys chuckle together, shaking their heads. “That ain’t ‘n ordinary coin, poppet. It be cursed treasure, damned to the mateys who disturbs her ‘till ‘s all coins be returned.”

“So what exactly are you implying, then? That I am cursed because I don this coin round my neck?”

“We’s the ones cursed, stupid girl. Ye think I always be lookin’ like this, hm? That coin is the last one we be needin’ to lift the curse and we been searchin’ these waters all these years lookin’ fer it. The gold calls to us when it hits the sea.”

Realization sets in. You were wearing it when Henry tossed you in the water earlier this evening. They followed the beacon back to the port, then straight to you...

A grin returns to the Captain’s face, then, as he watches you process the news.

“And lucky for us, a fair maiden’s blood just so happens t’ be part of the curse liftin’ ritual.”

Your eyes widen, body stiffening in shock and fear. “Who is to say I am a maiden? You make a bold assumption.”

“Ye the Gov’ner’s daughter, of course yer a maiden, a fine young virgin. ‘Else he would’a had ye beaten t’ beat till ye became an ugly maid and I see barely a cut or a scar on ye.”

“Be that as it may...” You huff. “But I assure you that half the royal Navy is out looking for me at this very moment and they likely are not far behind this ship. And as I mentioned before, I happen to know a few pirates, some of the most dangerous in the Caribbean.”

The mateys both chuckle. “Is that so? And who might that be, hm?”

“Captain Henry McHenry.” You say with a small smirk, knowing full well they should know of him.

They all look at each other for a moment with stony expressions. Suddenly, and just as they go to reply, a cannonball tears through the side of the ship.

“Christ!”

It narrowly misses you, barreling past you seemingly in slow motion, taking out your cell door and the two undead mateys along with it. You carefully peek out the gaping hole now in the side of the ship, eyes widening when you see Henry’s ship parallel to the Pearl.

He found you. He’s here to rescue you.

A small smile pulls at your lips before you turn to face the skeletal Captain once more, your smile turning into somewhat of a smirk. You have noticed that, with the natural rocking motions of the ship, one of the matey’s swords left behind has slid into your cell. With one swift leap forward, you could have it in your hands.

“I did warn you, Captain...I know some of the most dangerous pirates in the Caribbean.” You lunge forward and grab the handle of the weapon, holding it out as you rush out of your cell. “And they are here to rescue me.”

The Captain quickly draws his own weapon in bony hand and crashes it against yours, eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips. You’ve obviously never had to handle a blade before, but with the adrenaline pumping through your veins and the imperative to survive very much present, you have suddenly become a somewhat worthy adversary.

Blades clash and spark as both of you swing at one another. Your wrist quickly grows tired, but you push through, bringing your other hand up onto the handle for support. He grins when he sees you do this.

“Gettin’ a littl’ tired there are we, poppet?” He asks, giving a particularly harsh upward slash that nearly knocks the blade loose from your grip. “Hard fer a woman t’hold a heavy blade, in’it? If ye give up now, I promise not t’ throw ye to me men once ‘m done wit ye.”

Your eyes widen, then narrow, his disgusting words sending a surge of anger through you. You push up on his blade and at the same time kick him in the abdomen, sending him falling back with a groan of pain.

Without even a second of hesitation, you sprint up the stairs and open the door out onto the deck, where you’re met with a similarly chaotic scene of swinging swords and mutilated limbs of both the human and undead varieties.

Quick thinking serves you well as you spot a bit of ripped fabric flapping in the sea breeze that’s just big enough to be tied over your head as a makeshift bonnet. You quickly grab it and tie it below your chin before keeping your sword tightly at your side, hidden from plain view as you carefully walk along the edge of the ship.

By now, Henry’s ship is pushed right up against the Black Pearl and several hooks are embedded in her wooden railings. Now, you’ve just got to figure out a way to cross over to his ship without killing yourself or being killed by his men in the process...

You subtly look around the Pearl’s deck, trying to locate your beloved, but you do not see him. Suddenly, a large hand grabs your shoulder and you gasp as you’re forcefully turned around.

“Miss, you must help me find my--”

“Henry?”

His eyes widen as he takes in your alternate appearance, hand coming up to push the cloth off your head. A smile quickly breaks out across his face and he pulls you close, letting out a breath of relief.

“My love, it is really you. Oh god...”

Your eyes swell with tears, nodding against him as your arms wrap around him. “It is me, Henry.”

“I...I thought I had lost you.” He whispers, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “I am so sorry that I let this happen. I failed you.”

You shake your head, sniffling as you run your fingers through his tangled, sweaty hair. “Oh, no, this is not your fault Henry. Do not blame yourself, for there was nothing you could have done. What matters is that you are here now.”

Just as he pulls back and prepares to reply, a cannonball flies right over your heads, narrowly missing the top of Henry’s. He ducks quickly and you can’t help but laugh softly.

“Perhaps we should continue this when we are not aboard the Black Pearl.”

He chuckles along with you. “Yes, I believe that is wise. Now come, let us get you back onto the ship safely.”

You follow along behind him as he fights off a few undead crew members with ease before he jumps down onto his ship’s dock. He holds his arms out and looks up at you.

“Jump, and I will catch you.”

Suddenly, the boat lurches and you nearly fall overboard into the swells of the sea below. You gasp, eyes wide as you look at him with a slightly frightened expression. He nods reassuringly.

“I promise that I will catch you, my love. Trust me.”

Looking behind you, you see that the Captain has managed to emerge from the dungeons and is limping towards you with a deadly look in his eyes. You take the leap without hesitation, pushing off as hard as you possibly can to propel yourself forward towards him.

Your eyes squeeze shut, preparing yourself for the feeling of certain death as you fly through the air between the two vessels. Your heart has stopped and the breath has caught in your throat, waiting for the fall into the abyss below.

...But it never comes.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself safe in Henry’s arms. He’s smiling down at you, lifting you up a bit to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Do not fear; you are safe now, my love.”

You lift your hand to touch the side of his face as he barks orders at the crew to pull away from the Pearl and sail back towards Port Regal. The ship pulls away from the her side and sets off quickly.

Still in Henry’s arms, you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“Thank you for saving me, Captain.”

Henry smiles, a small laugh leaving him as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You are most welcome, my love.”

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