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Hi love here I come with my first spontaneous idea 🩷

Reader is the Commodore's sister but sick of the ways of society. When Jack saves Elisabeth, reader is the one who persuaded James not to kill Jack and also the one he happens to threat in order to escape. She’s somehow drawn to the Captain and later gives Will the keys to the cell to set him free. Jacks thoughts circle around her, too and they reunite when she swings last minute from the Dauntless over to the Interceptor to join the pirates making way❣️

Curious of The Seas

A/N: Literally fell in love with your ask oh my god, couldn't stop thinking about it before I began writing!! Thank you so much for this request! Pairings: Jack Sparrow x F!Reader, Will Turner x F!Reader (Platonic), James Norrington x F!Reader (siblings)

"Don't slouch, stand straight," Commodore Norrington hissed at you. You glared at your brother, curving your lips downward. You hated how strict and loyal he was to the British Crown and how he enforced his rules onto you, despite being his "precious baby sister."

Your brother didn't hate you, but he sure did a good job of making you hate him. He was pacing his quarters back and forth, rehearsing what he would say to Miss Elizabeth Swann upon meeting her. You rolled your eyes at the pathetic scene, realizing that if your brother were to marry Miss Swann you were next on the list for the most eligible bachelorette in Port Royal. Your body cringed at the thought and you wriggled your back to shake off the eerie feeling crawling down your spine and focused on trying to ease your brother at the moment.

"James, there is no point in stressing over something as simple as this. Tell her you are in love with-" You began but frowned when he interjected,

"Love? Don't be ridiculous!"

"So, you're not in love with her?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no, I very much am in love with her. But it is not proper for a man such as myself to say trivial things to the daughter of the Governor!" Your brother reasoned and you sighed in an exasperated tone, shifting your gaze out the window.

Elizabeth had stared at you with a quizzical look on her face when your brother and you had first approached her. You both shared the same expression of disdain for the situation. It was very clear to see that she was indifferent to your brother and surely was the very last man that she had any interest for. You, on the other hand, dearly loved your brother and wanted to save him from any heartache that she would cause him. You chewed your lip nervously, watching them exchange a few words of greetings before walking away. The commodore glanced over his shoulder, mouthing a few warnings to reign your behavior in for the biggest moment of his life before stalking away.

Huffing in annoyance, you picked the ends of your dress up and marched past the Governor who was just about to start a conversation with you. He awkwardly shut his mouth and watched you walk away to stand on the other corner of the pillar where your brother and Elizabeth stood. He leaned backward to get a good look at you, sending you another glare before returning his full attention to the woman in front of him with a nervous smile. You sighed, gazing out to the sea. Your brother had taken you once beyond Port Royal when you were a little girl and he swore it was something he very much regretted; all you could ever do since then was talk about sailing the seas. You desired to travel across the world, collect artifacts, and live a free life. Your brother scoffed at your desires, stating that he would rather die than see his little sister galloping around like a pirate of all creatures.

As you gazed out into the horizons with a look of yearning, you heard the loudest splash from below. Peering over the edges of the wall, you frowned at the ripples that seemed to bloom near the rocks and you instantly pulled back from your position and walked around to notice your brother screaming Elizabeth's name.

"What did you do?" You exclaimed, resting a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from your grasp, beginning to take his coat off but you grabbed hold of him,

"The rocks, James! She's lucky that she didn't hit them on her way down! Come, we can reach her at the docks!" You urged him, yanking his arm. He seemed instilled with distraught, at a loss for words, "She must've jumped by your mere presence!"

Your brother sent you a nasty scowl and the playful smirk on your lips faded away instantaneously. You knew this was no joking matter; the poor woman could've died on her way down and she was to be betrothed to him anyway. As your brother scampered off with the rest of the guards, you found your feet rooted to the ground as you stared up at the sky. Something was amiss. The clouds darkened and circled about gravely, and the sea no longer held its silky blue blanket to comfort you. Before you could try and comprehend what must've occurred, you felt an urgent tug around your arms and you sharply turned to find yourself facing the Governor.

"Come now, my dear, you mustn't dawdle around when my daughter's life is in danger!" He exclaimed and you frowned at his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him. Even if you wanted to help Elizabeth, there was surely no way you could swim into the waters with this puffy dress around you. You followed him down to the docks, pushing past the British officers to find yourself facing Elizabeth coughing up heaps of water from her lungs and then... a pirate.

With all the rifles surrounding him, you nearly thought they were aimed at your brother who stood in the way. You could only make out half his face, oblivious to the ensuing conversation that your brother was currently engaged in. You peeked around the Commodore's shoulder, carefully eyeing the strange man in your presence when his eyes flickered over to you for a sharp second before returning to your brother. Your breath hitched at the moment, taking in his disheveled and wet appearance as your brother remained as the shield between the man and you.

"He's a pirate," Your brother growled, his jaw clenching as he barked orders for his arrest. He ignored your gaping stare as he continued, "Sparrow, I assume?"

"Jack Sparrow?" You interjected, your mouth practically on the floor as you stared at him. The corner of the pirate's lips curved into a small smirk,

"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, love," He smiled with a wink. You smiled back before your brother forcefully shoved you behind him once again. He made a mental note to have a discussion with you about your behavior as soon as you returned home. He took the pirate's belongings and derided him for his lack of proper weapons, but it bothered him so deeply that you were so enchanted by the man. It irked him to think that his sister would fall foolish to a PIRATE of all people. He forcefully grabbed onto Jack's arm and began dragging him off before you cut him off,

"James! James!" You cried out, and your brother halted in his tracks and sent you a menacing scowl.

"Not another word from you, (Y/N)." He hissed, and you scoffed before pulling your skirt up ever so slightly to march up to your brother,

"This man, pirate or not, has just saved your betrothed's life! I suggest you at least show some mercy upon him!"

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man's life of wickedness," Your brother corrected you as Jack was being handcuffed by a Redcoat.

"Though it seems enough to condemn him," Jack added, and you offered him a sympathetic look before turning to your brother with pleading eyes.

"Brother, please. I beg of you, consider an alternative for this man." You prodded him, as your eyes fell onto Elizabeth who smiled softly at your words.

"Please do so," Jack muttered, before dragging his bound hands around your neck. You gasped in response, tugging at the chains as your brother panicked.

"No one shoots!" The Commodore bellowed, holding his hands in the air, "Let go of my sister."

"Only if you return my belongings," Jack taunted with a haughty grin. He leaned closer to lowly utter into your ears, "You must be regretting your kindness, do you not?"

"I don't, but it seems that you'll regret it," You whispered, as you watched the guards hand in his belongings in a bundle. Jack nudged your back with his knee ever so lightly to grab hold of his things and you begrudgingly did so, before sharply turning around to face him.

"Now if you'll do me the pleasure... my, I don't think I know your name..." He said with a sly smirk. You frowned at him,

"It's Miss Norrington to you," You spat, placing his hat on. As you placed his sword, belt, and other personnel around him, you could feel his intense stare burning deep into you. If it was of lust or attraction, you did not know and at the moment did not necessarily care. Your mind was fixated on other things, and your brother was seething in rage as he watched Jack give him a look regarding your body against his that made him want to hurl. To think his sister was so close to a gruesome pirate! It was preposterous!

As you tied the last remaining string of his belt around him, you looked up at him with disgust. Not only was he a pirate, but this would be the talk of the town, and your brother's and your reputation would be spoiled. Your brother could easily regain his good fortune, but you were never as lucky. You hated the way the women would gossip and to think it was all spoiled over one man you decided to be too merciful with because your curiosity could not be controlled made you ready to commit arson.

"Is this how you repay me?" You hissed and the pirate smirked at your words,

"I saved your friend's life, and now you save me. Besides, you did after all wish for me to live. Now, suffer those consequences. When shall a beautiful lady such as yourself realize to never mess with a pirate?" He chuckled, before harshly turning you around with his gun aimed at your head. Your brother flinched at the sudden movement, making sure you were alright.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day you almost caught Jack Sparrow," The pirate's voice boomed from behind you and the very next second you found yourself thrust upon your brother and Elizabeth. As Jack Sparrow hurriedly began his escape, he did not fail to include a personal message from his heart, "Thank you very much, Miss Norrington. I shall not ever forget such kindness!"

And you weren't ready to forget him, either. It would be for another reason. As the night raged on with a surge of pirates infiltrating Port Royal, you felt a growing desire to do something about it. Your brother had joined the Governor for his safety and left you at home to be tended to by the maids. Upon realizing that the front door would burst open regardless of the circumstances, you quietly slipped out the window in your nightly attire and made your way to the blacksmith's quarters where you knew for a fact that your good friend Will Smith would be. Will and you had grown as siblings; he was there for you more than your brother had been. He had anticipated your arrival anyway but found himself in jeopardy when his ears gathered the news that Elizabeth Swann had been abducted by the pirates. He was pacing around when you arrived and he quickly latched onto your shoulders,

"They've taken Elizabeth! I tried my best but-" Will began but you silenced him, bringing a hand to his mouth.

"I know what you must be going through. But there is not enough time. I heard you helped imprison Jack Sparrow." You whispered and he nodded his head, eyes wide as he tried to make the best of the situation, "Come, I have the key with me, we can both interrogate him and seek his help." Your hand fell to his own and led him towards the streets.

"Wait a minute," Will stopped you, and with a glance over your shoulder you already knew what he was about to say. He was going to prevent you from going. "(Y/N), I know you've always wished to escape Port Royal, but I cannot bring harm to you once you step foot onto the waters."

"Will," You chastised him, "I am no longer a little girl. I am very capable of handling my own matters."

"You are inexperienced, that's all I can say." Will rebuked your claim and you gasped at his words, before furrowing your brows,

"So are you!"

"Ah, but I shall be bringing Sparrow with me to help find Elizabeth."

"Oh, don't be so dull! I can help Sparrow and you as well. Do not prevent me from doing so! If it is out of fear that a pirate may do something towards a woman of my status, I assure you that no such thing will occur! If he dares to even look at me, I shall see to it that his eyes are gouged out by his blade!" You reasoned and Will took a step backwards, his lips parting in shock at your words. You had the spirit of a pirate in you that was for sure, and that was exactly what he feared.

"I cannot let you join. Your brother is... already facing loss," He replied in an awkward tone, considering how much he cared about Elizabeth, "He would be devasted to find you gone as well. Just stay put for now. I'm sure there shall be something more exciting for you in Port Royal."

You muttered a few unladylike curses under your breath and reluctantly offered him the key to the jail cell, "At least tell Sparrow that I was... delighted by his presence."

Will raised a suspicious eyebrow at your remark, unsure of how to respond. He nodded his head and then left you alone, as you brought your hands over your arms as your mind wandered towards the sea once again.

To say that Jack Sparrow was surprised by Will's statement regarding you would be an understatement. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you so willingly offered him the key to his escape, considering how he had humiliated your brother and especially you in front of everyone at the docks earlier in the day. He chewed his lip, his eyes dilating at the thought of you. The way you stared at him in defiance, your temples rising and falling with the way you clenched your jaw. Of course, who could forget the sensation of your fingers pressed up against him as you fastened his belt? As much of the ladies' man that Jack was, there was something different about you. You weren't like Giselle or Scarlet, complaining about superficial things or just merely trying to get into his pants. He could tell there was this curious spirit fighting to break free when he first laid eyes on you. The way you cautiously peered over your brother's shoulder had made him... well, he certainly wouldn't say his heart skipped a beat. He wasn't a silly little boy. He was a man! A grown man, a pirate! CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, mind you. And yet here he was, trying to justify to himself that what he felt for you was nothing more than just infatuation that would surely pass on.

But it didn't. It never did. While of course, his thoughts about stealing The Interceptor were his priority, he just couldn't stand still without his mind fleeting over to the very image of you, dressed in that regal bright blue gown and your hair all curled and pinned to form the most exquisite portrait of a woman he'd ever seen in his life. He smirked to himself at the thought of you, wondering what you must be doing at Port Royal at the moment. What if your brother had you married off to someone else? What if you were to live the rest of your life as a boring wife to an equally boring officer? He shook his head, wriggling himself free from those imaginative concoctions. He was a pirate, damn it. He had better things to think about than just a woman he had seen days ago.

"You've got to be kidding me," Your brother grumbled as he pushed past you. You had boarded The Interceptor with him, not because you had wanted to - even though you took every chance out on the sea with gratefulness - but because your brother was so worried about the possibility of your abduction that he wished you were beside him at all times. Including those incredibly still moments of him gazing out into the sea. To him, he seemed to have an air of control, all the world's burdens upon his shoulder. This was his duty. When you gazed out into the sea, however, it was a plethora of possibilities. The unmarked territories you could claim, the desire for you to seek out treasure from all corners. You could be free. And no one would stop you. Save your brother, but that was something he'd always do anyway. Your attention focused on The Dauntless a couple hundred meters away as you noticed flocks of the British crew on small boats were paddling towards the ship you were in. Your brother gazed through his telescope and snarled at the sight, hesitantly passing the device for you to see as well. From afar, you saw Will Turner and... Jack Sparrow? The pirate? Both of them were flapping their arms around trying to make use of the mast. You guffawed at the sight, laughing at them. You turned to face your brother who quickly reminded you with his gaze about your behavior and you swallowed the amusement away as fast as you could.

The two ships - The Dauntless and The Interceptor - were locked horns now and your brother ordered you to come with him to board The Dauntless and put an end to Sparrow's madness. You reluctantly agreed, your eyes scanning around to see any sight of the familiar pirate you had so longed to see.

"Search every cabin, every hull," Your brother barked, before turning back to you, "And you stay close to me. Do not go wandering about like a fool like you always do."

You glowered at him, electing not to anger him any further as you stood on the deck. You watched him disappear among the surge of officers onto The Dauntless. You sighed, pacing back and forth when you noticed two men swing over to The Interceptor. It was Will and Jack.

Eyes widening in surprise, you tried to call attention to the situation but your cries fell on deaf ears. You stomped your foot and watched Jack cut off the rope ties, one by one. His gaze was fixed downwards until he looked up momentarily, and there you stood. He stood there for a few more seconds, completely surprised by your presence. Deep down, as much as he hated to admit it, he feared that he would never see you again.

"What are you doing? Cut the rope!" Will cried out in confusion before he followed Jack's eyes to you. Jack looked upwards at the rope still connecting the two boats before turning back to you,

"Jump, Miss Norrington!" He instructed, and you stepped forward, holding onto a long piece of rope. Upon hearing your name, your brother rushed out of the Captain's Quarters, pushing past his men.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled, his eyes daring you to make another move. Realizing that this was the only opportunity to acquire what you had spent so long yearning for; the deep blue seas, the adventure, and the whimsical treasures, you sent him one final glance before running off the deck of The Dauntless and swinging onto The Interceptor. With the final rope now gone, and the ship sailing forward at full speed your brother looked at you as if you were dead to him.

When The Dauntless was far behind and there seemed to be no danger at the present moment, you walked towards your friend Will and the pirate beside him. Will seemed elated that you were there, and he hugged you so warmly that you nearly forgot that he was not related to you by blood. Releasing you from his arms, he sheepishly stepped aside as Jack Sparrow stepped forward.

"Miss Norrington, it is a pleasure to have you on board with us. I almost feared you might not have the guts to swing over," He teased, his hand graciously wrapping around your own as he kissed your fingers with such gentleness that it surprised you. You cracked half a smile at him, narrowing your eyes, before responding,

"You may call me (Y/N), and please, I never turn down an opportunity for adventure."

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: pillaging, drinking, guns, overall piratey things

↳ song: september (instrumental)—sparky deathcap

masterlist!

• So much running

• Running along ships, running to catch ships, running for your life—

• Mostly that last one if you were being honest

• The both of you had been running side by side for as long as either of you could remember

• You had met Jack many moons ago when you had been nothing but a dishwasher at a bar in Tortuga—mopping floors and blood up with no purpose in life. No direction whatsoever

• He changed that

• Ever since that night, the two of you chatting it up at a bar over one too many bottles of rum, nothing had been able to separate you

• Not even Davy Jones's locker

• In his absence, as you called it (you refused to believe Jack could be gone forever), you had been the one working tirelessly to retrieve the chart to the other side. The one to take charge of what was left of The Pearl's crew. And most certainly the one who missed him the most, although you preferred not to let anyone in on that last bit

• When you finally laid eyes upon him against the sandy shores of every pirates worst life after death, you couldn't stop yourself from throwing yourself at him with joy

• He was just as happy to see you

• "And you're sure they're not courting each other Gibbs?" William Turner had asked at the time, his brows furrowing as he watched Jack embrace you.

• "Aye." The first mate had nodded in Williams' direction as the two of them watched the pirates, both talking too fast for anyone to keep up with. Not like anyone was ever able to understand them anyway. "Well, not yet at least."

• The upside to coming along the journey to Davy Jones locker was that you got to see Jack again

• The downside was that you almost killed Elizabeth when he revealed she had been the reason for his death

• It took both Tia Dalma and Ragetti to calm you down after that

• "Pull anything like that again blondie—" Your sword was centimeters away from slicing into her neck as you glared at her, gaze filled with fire, "—and I will see to it myself that you stay here and take his place instead."

• "Oooh, I've definitely missed you, love." Jack grinned, twirling a peice of his hair around his finger as he watched you threaten her on his behalf

• "Be quiet, Jack. I'm trying to put the fear of Calypso in her."

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

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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(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

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🌿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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jacksparrowfanpage · 2 years

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"Kissin' Privileges."

Requested by @Anonymous (If this isn’t what you imagined, I am happy to rewrite it!)

Prompt #: 16

#: "Wait, no, don't take kissing privileges away from me."

“You have to stop throwing yourself into these dangerous battles, darling.” You said, wrapping up the captain's arm. The Black Pearl had gotten into a useless battle that had no outcome for either side with the British Royal Navy. Jack sipped on a bottle of rum, not responding to you. Faint waves crashed outside of the Captain’s cabin, that being the only source of noise throughout the entire ship. Everyone knew that the battle that just ensued was worthless. Half of the crew got injured, and you were one of the few untouched.

Jack had gotten a nasty stab in the arm, and you could already see the blood seeping through the white cloth that you had just wrapped. Muttering a few words underneath your breath, you looked at your lovers’ face. Jack’s face was blank with emotion, which was a sight you almost never saw.

“Darling, you know that battle was worth nothing. I know you have a thing out for the Navy, but think about how many people got hurt during that. There was no gain, only loss.” You took the bottle of rum away from Jack, unwrapping his arm and pouring a bit on his wound. A pained expression turned onto his face, him giving you a confused look. “Had to clean it.” You said, setting the bottle of rum away from him. “I’m not gonna let you drink away your sorrows and guilt in rum either.” You mumbled, cleaning the wound again, wrapping it. The Pearl didn’t need a captain with an infected wound.

Jack once again, just went back to staring at the wall. This was just getting annoying by now. “Until you stop pouting, and talk to me like a human being and go back to being Jack Sparrow,” You paused, gathering up your few things that you had in the Captain’s cabin. “I’ll be sleeping in my old hammock, and there will be no affection. No kisses, no hugs, not even a brush of a hand.” You said, heading for the door. “Also, no rum.” Holding his bottle of rum, and the key to the rum cellar in your hands you walked out.

Jack’s head finally looked at the door, huffing like a small child. “This isn’t fair…” He whined like a small child, flopping back onto his bed. The pirate knew it wasn’t the right thing to sail his crew into battles, but the Navy had been taunting him for a while now and he just needed to finally get his anger out of them. Multiple of their men had either died, or gotten heavily injured though. It may seem there had been no good outcome at all, but to Jack there was. He killed a few of their men.

In most situations, he was happy to just verbally settle things. Most situations. Jack finally sat up on his bed, wincing from the pain in his arm. Getting to his feet, he walked over to his charts and opened his compass. It just spun in circles, not giving him a heading at all.

He slammed the darn thing closed, walking out of the cabin. He looked over at the edge of the ship, watching the crashing waves for a moment. The waves were rather calm, and there was a nice breeze. The Pearl was just going in a random direction, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

The Captain finally took a deep breath, heading down to where the crew’s hammocks were. Looking around the dark room, he pulled out his compass. It landed directly to where you were laying, half asleep.

“Luv, wake up.” He gently shook you awake, watching your eyes flutter open. You stood up out of your hammock, crossing your arms. It was easy to tell that you were annoyed at the Captain, but rather everyone was on the ship currently. Even the monkey that refused to leave.

“Let’s go talk, not here.” Jack went to grab your hand, but you stepped away from him. There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but sighed and walked away. You followed behind him, willing to see what he wanted to say to you. Once you were up on deck, away from everyone else, Jack immediately turned to you.

“Please, luv, please forgive me. I know that was a useless battle.” He said, a pleading look on his face.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. I’m not injured, Captain.” You said, crossing your arms. “I know, I know you're not injured, but ye said.. That no kisses. I’m not sure if I could live without those or ye might as well send me off to the Kracken again.”

It was a bit funny, watching the proud Jack Sparrow plead to you. Something that you never thought you would see. “Go apologize, to all that were injured in that battle you put us through.” You grabbed his chin, looking directly into his eyes. “I can assure you, the whole crew would like that. None of us are leaving your command, but they could if they really wanted to.” Jack just nodded, stepping away and back down into the crew’s cabin.

You sat down on the steps of the ship, looking up at the sky. After a few minutes, but what felt like forever, your lover came back onto deck.

“Did they accept your apology?” You asked, looking up at the Captain. He just nodded, seeming relieved it was over. “They be goin’ to use that against me, forever.” He said, sitting down next to you.

“Since, I got put the torture of that,I believe that I be getting kissin’ privileges back.” Jack said, wrapping his none injured arm around you. “I suppose so.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

#captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #jack sparrow oneshot #jack sparrow x reader #pirates of the caribbean #a little bit of angst #some fluff #everything is ok by the end #guilty jack sparrow #support johnny depp #potc #jack sparrow x you

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rivisions · 2 years

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pillow princess.

jack sparrow x reader. nsfw warning, long awaited so i’m letting loose, sorry.

A/N: been putting this off forever, but finally FINALLY decided to let the famous draft be published for my bsf, so love u bestay<3 this one’s 4 u!! hope you all enjoy! moving onto the reader requests now woo! :D

warnings: wax play, reader is VERY submissive and fem!implied, fluff if you squint, animalistic behavior (growling..nothing shit crazy) name calling (pet names to reader, and you calling jack “captain”.. and he likes it oops), humilation..ish, degrading, praise (oxymoron huh?), slightly... rough.. but enough to be caring! a lot of foreplay it’s literally just foreplay.. and yes there’s implied smut. you’re welcome whores!

(gif from woohag on we heart it <3)

it’s night on the pearl, 1:32 am, to be exact. you and the captain of this glorious & vast ship, could not sleep.

both of you stayed up with each other, seated beside each other on a cot, resting your head on his arm. rather comforting for each of you. it’s safe to say you were both touch starved, and couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

you’ve had a past with jack, acquaintances, best friends, lovers, sexually.

it wasn’t new to you both that you were acting like this. you both had been teasing each other about sexual preferences for the past half hour. normally, this kind of talk would be embarrassing for someone, but really, you felt at home talking to him. and you wanted to get a move on with him.

“y’know, after our share of experiences, amazing, lovely by the way, i think you’re a bit of a pillow princess”.

you looked up at him, and rolled your eyes.

“am not”.

he looked around the room for a moment, looked back at you, then spoke lowly.

“prove it then, darlin’“.

he leaned off of you, almost like he was waiting for you to act on him.

you were a pure example of a bottom bitch. not intimidating or independently dominant in any way, and you relied on jack to tell you what to do, and you did it. guess that’s why you call him captain, and he liked it, really.

he sneered and tilted his head at you.

“well, go on then”.

you were alarmed really. halfway aroused.

“what?”

“you said you aren’t a pillow princess, aye? i’m just asking you to prove it, savvy?”

you sat like a deer in headlights. you were star-struck honestly.

“prove it.. with.. you?”

“obviously, and y’know, you’re really proving my point here. you should’ve done somethin’ by now, love”.

he got up, paced around the small space, took a sip of rum, and turned to you.

you were a bit resilient to his idea, but really you knew he was right. so you gave yourself a confidence boost, and got up to stand in front of him.

you took his hands, looked up, rather passionately, into his brown, warm toned eyes. you paced him and yourself back up against a wall, bending his elbows, fingers still intertwined.

it was kind of embarrassing, the obvious height difference, but you kept eye contact. he started to laugh at you, with a cocky attitude, only thinking about your next move.

you were beet red, stuttering when he would ask you things like “is this what you want?”, you tried not to look at the floor, but he just found it amusing. he thought it was cute, and non-threatening.

“i’d like to think you’re rather vulnerable here? under my will?”, you spoke, with a slight crack in tone.

“ohh, really? you think this is vulnerable? i think vulnerable was how bent over i had you last night, aye?”

you kept trying, desperately, to try and get him under your hands, and he kept biting back harder. and you couldn’t take it anymore. and gave in.

your hands fell, and his hands met your arms, flipping you around up against the wall he once was against.

“not a pillow princess though?”

he leaned down to plant a couple small kisses down your neck.

after trying to keep up a dominant persona, your submissiveness was sensitive. you were whimpering and lowly moaning under his lips. he knew this, he had to have known.

“sensitive, aren’t ya?”

“shut up sparrow”, this was just about your last chance of being anywhere near on top.

“make me then love”.

you froze, and your body fell into shambles. your knees were jelly and you could barely stand.

“you take the title now, i’m assuming”, his head tilted, looking down at you, with a smirk painted on his face.

“please, please use me captain, i-i can’t”. you were completely unwound. relying upon him, yet again.

“darlin’, you are so lovely when you beg for me like that”.

you were getting gradually more flustered as time passed, and his ego grew, feeding off your whines and little reactions.

you noticed he was enjoying it too, and decided to stab at it.

“so you like me being submissive and bending to your every will, captain sparrow?”

a lot of people called him captain, and a lot didn’t. either way, for some reason, you saying it ignited something in him only you could set fire to. and he liked it.

“of course, and i know you like it too, my darling, considering the things you ask of me”.

there was a low growl tone in his voice, next to your ear. this whole time his hands have his ever crevice of your body, trying to remember every inch. he wanted to know you like a map.

“you’re so good for me you know that? been such a good girl for capn’ huh?”

you couldn’t speak, lost your way to talk, just dumbfounded, looking up nodding at him like a lost puppy. and that’s what you were to him, really. his little pet.

he took the stick candle beside you out the candelabra, and tipped the candle to hover his finger in front of him and you. the wax dripped, and he looked at you. he wasn’t too sure if you were open to that, but the quick nod from you seemed to answer that.

he tipped the candle over the v-neck opening of your blouse, to where enough wax dripped down between your breasts, and down your chest.

your head fell back with a moan, and he took this opportunity to put the candle back and pull you closer by the waist and embrace your neck with rough kisses.

you couldn’t take the absence of friction. and you finally decided to be demanding towards him.

“jack... please.. i need you”.

he tilted his head up to the side with a smug look plastered on his face, looked back at you, and nodded.

he swiftly took your arms, grabbing you off the wall, and tossing you onto the bed you once sat on, talking about this very situation.

your elbows helped scoot you back on the bed, submerging into the sheets, as jack crawled up to you to meet your eyeline, as his hair & various necklaces dangled on top of you.

“i suppose this is what you want, right love?”

you smiled up at him, leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, and nodded along with a verbal “yes, captain”.

#jack sparrow x reader #Captain Jack Sparrow #Jack Sparrow #jack sparrow x you #jack sparrow x yn #pillow princess #NOT SFW #smut #pirates of the caribbean #i love pirates

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tatestripedsweater · 2 years

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Drabble: Making Fun Of The Way Jack Runs (GN)

Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean

Inspiration: The Tik Tok trend that I love too much

Wordcount: 222

“You have to lean back slightly, wave your arms just in line with your shoulders and lean them back but only a little, pause for authenticity, look around, then continue running. Or flail around like a chicken”

“You pay far too much attention to me.” Jack spoke as he could hear you and a few members of the crew laughing. They knew you’d get away with it; you always did, you were the Captain’s favourite.

“Am I wrong?” A few had to hold in laughs now that Jack was about, even though he was as you described, he was still their Captain and could kick them off any moment; not that he would with you aboard.

“Yes, you forgot about having the rum in one hand. Inaccurate, but nice try.” There was a slight smirk on his face as you pouted, if you did it for a long time, then you knew he’d give in to you.

“When we get on land, you can show me your so-called ‘Captain Jack Sparrow’ run and I will judge based on accuracy.”

“Knew you'd give in Jackie.” A smile widened on your face before you walked away. Others knew not to call him that, it was saved only for you.

Now he just wish he knew where they were going. Jack's compass pointed to you and only you.

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#support johnny depp #jack sparrow #jack sparrow gif #jack sparrow drabble #jack sparrow imagine #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow x you

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paperbag880 · 2 years

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Jack Sparrow x male reader

Summary: you've reunited with your old friend. Eeeh it didn't go all that well.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing?, a bit of a sexual tension

Not proofread, too lazy

Snoring "Huh- Oh! WOAH!" You woke up from a deep slumber to you being hanged by your legs and arms tied behind your back. You swung gently from side to side as you squirm in your bindings. You looked around yourself. You were on a ship but not your ship. You looked down, towards your feet, as you felt your blood go cold.

Black sails.

"Ah shet..."

Footsteps echoed around you and yet again you looked around yourself, this time with panic written all over your face. You wiggled as you glanced at your restraints. Pirates started to gather around you with their weapons and a bird. There was a way you could get out of this mess but you didn't remember the code word.

Barely? No. Truce! No. Pabble? What? Pe- Pa- Parl- Perl-

"P-PARLEY! Yes, yes, parley, that's the word!" You nodded your head rapidly at one of the crew members with a sheepish smile. They sighed and what you guessed went to call their captain. You stuck out your tongue and wiggled more in your restraints. You could see your legs as the loose went loose.

You laughed to yourself but you forgot about gravity. As you fell to the ground you hit your upper back and groaned in pain. You could hear more footsteps nearing close to you. You sat up and looked ahead. Your eyes locked on a pirate hat. You hummed and looked lower.

"Ah, shet... JAAAAAAAAACK! How's life?" You asked the man in front of you. He didn't seem to be amused or happy to see you really. How lucky were you to know Jack fucking Sparrow on friendly terms, well at least you used to know him that way. You two could have been great friends, the best even if you didn't turn yourself against him.

"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." He exclaimed and continued. "What can a sad sack like you offer to me?" He swayed around like he always does. His extravagant movements distracted you for a second. You truly had nothing to offer and he could see it in your eyes. Jack sighed. "You've come crashing onto my ship, drunk, completely wasted, and now you're asking for a parley with nothing to offer. Not to mention you've been like a tick stuck on my back all night." He said and walked towards you.

You felt embarrassed. It's not like you were ashamed you were drunk, no, no, no. It's that your stupid little brain forgot you're no longer a member of the Captain Jack Sparrow's crew and you came crawling to his ship. Jack crouched in front of you and tilted his head at you. Your mouth opened to speak but no words came out. You could at least say sorry.

Your eyes shifted to the ground. Whispers started to indulge in your ears. They weren't nice. Some insults and the normal pirate things. You lowered your head more and expected that you either die onboard or die in the ocean. Either of which you didn't want.

"Men!" You could hear Jack's voice exclaiming loudly. "Take him, make him do the dirtiest jobs we have. Don't go easy on him." You could hear the crew chuckle. You willingly stood up but your eyes were still cast downwards. "Since the traitor is here we might as well make a good use of him." Those were the last words you heard of him that day. You weren't blaming him for his harsh words and actions. You surely deserved it.

For the past few days, you've been doing all the dirty work. You haven't had a proper meal for days and your bed has been a wooden floor in the cell room. You're filthier than always which ticked you more than how much work did you have to do.

You hummed to yourself to not lose the bit of your sanity you had left, which is not much. You used to hear Jack sing this song when he got drunk. Unfortunately, you don't remember the lyrics. You continued humming as you heard the old door creak. You sighed and looked to the door.

"Captain?" You said confused. "What do I owe you for your visit?" Your eyes followed him as he sluggishly walked towards you. He had a plate in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other.

Once he was right in front of your cell he spoke. "Rum?" You weren't sure if it was a trick question or not but you were too exhausted to say no. And I mean, it's rum, of course, you'd say yes. He sets the plate and bottle on the ground and went to grab a barrel to sit on he pushed the plate closer to you, with his boot, but grabbed the rum bottle away from you. "Eat first."

You didn't protest as the food was fresh and it smelled delectable. As you ate Jack drank the rum and observed you. His first thoughts were, 'Damn he's filthy. And the smell.' But he continued drinking nonetheless. He wasn't a flower himself.

You finished your meal and were finally satisfied when it comes to hunger. Thirst was another thing. You thanked Jack who hummed and passed you the bottle. You drank it of course. The burning feeling in your throat was everything. You licked your lips once you pulled the bottle away from them. You stretched your hand towards Jack so he takes the bottle. He took it and drank as well.

You sighed thru your nose. "Captain, may I...explain myself?" The words were heavy in your throat. He stayed silent as he drank. Once he stopped he made eye contact with you. "And what could you be explaining to me?" He snarled but it was still playful.

You looked away for a sec but looked at him right after. "The time when I switched sides so suddenly?" You tilted your head a little. He turned and gestured for you to continue. "I knew Barbossa would agree to your parley so I switched sides." It was a very weird reason to switch sides, basically, betray everyone and you knew it. You saw the confusion written all over Jack's face so you contained, cus, you weren't finished. "You know how Barbossa is. He wouldn't go straight to the Pearl, so I decided to hold them up so you can fight him for as long as you need without intruders." You told your story and waited if he was gonna say sum.

"Well, why didn't you come and explain yourself after the curse was lifted?" He asked sincerely. You've been cursed that day too so you could go with Barbossa's crew on the Dauntless to kill some British virgins. Which you didn't.

"I did run away to come explain myself but... Well, I knew you would be mad and I also saw Pearl, as she swam away... So I knew you left." You looked at your hands as they played with your dirty shirt. You heard a small chuckle. Once you looked back at Jack he was drinking the rum again.

"The Pearl left me behind as well." He said as he swallowed. "I've been brought to Port Royal again to be hanged. Savvy?" He turned the bottle upside down and shook it. You didn't know he was supposed to be hanged or that the Pearl sailed without him. To say you were shocked was an understatement.

"Huh..."

...

"Turner?"

"Turner..."

You chuckled. The kid was a menace. You rested your head on the wooden planks of the Pearl and closed your eyes. Jack stayed there with you for a bit before you heard, "Well!" and a shuffle of keys. You heard a lock being opened so you opened your eyes. The door to your cell was open. "This-" he rapidly gestured to your form with his hand. "-is seriously bagging for a bath."

You let out a wholehearted chuckle and slowly got up. "Aye, aye Captain!" Jack set the barrel, he sat on, back where it was and escorted you out. Once the light blind you, you realized the ship was sailed in Tortuga. You hummed. When did they come here? Jack led you thru the streets to a tavern where he bought a room with a bathroom.

Once in the room, he shoved you into the bathroom and locked you from the outside in. You were baffled, to say the least. "Now do your deeds! Don't drown tho!" You could hear the captain say before the front door closed.

Did he...Did he just leave? He locked you in a bathroom...What will you do after you finish washing?...

You just stood there for a bit, too baffled to move. Once you blinked your trans away you shook your head and started to prepare the water.

Once everything was set you stripped and hopped into the water. You immediately relaxed. Your sore muscles finally loosen up. It was rewarding. You sighed in delight and closed your eyes with a satisfied grin.

You've been just laying there for a while. You were thinking about what made Jack so friendly again. Yes, you may have told him you're a very bad liar but why the sudden change of mind. You needed to ask him right after your bath.

You sank into the water to wet your hair. Not even 10 seconds in the water you've been pulled out. "Bloody hell, I've told you not to drown!" You heard Jack from behind you.

"I was just wetting my hair, captain." You said from under your wet hair. You brought a hand towards your face and flipped your hair behind. Your eyes met Jack's with a confusing expression.

"O-Oh..." He said as he let you go right after. And sat down on a nearby stool. You kept your eyes on him as water dripped down from your hair, down your neck. It was a bit awkward.

"When did you come here?" You said. His eyes moved slowly downwards. He was watching the drops as they slid down back. You caught up to it and looked away. It wasn't unknown for pirates to like other fellow pirates and you couldn't say you didn't fancy Jack.

You grabbed a soap that was near you and scrubbed it into your hair. You could feel Jack's eyes on you. It made you nervous and you almost dropped your soap. You silently cursed to yourself, "Need help over there?" but apparently Jack heard it. You thought about his offer but decline him with a quick, "Uh...no?"

You then remembered he didn't answer your question so you asked again. "Oh, not long ago. I walked on you when you went underwater. Savvy?"

"Why tho?" You looked at him suspiciously.

He blinked a lot before answering you. "Uuuuuh, well you've been here for quite a long time. Wanted to check on ya." You let out a small oh.

Your hands went to scrub your back. It was very difficult as your back muscles were sore and you couldn't reach that far. You sighed.

"May I?" You didn't even notice when Jack neared you. His hand was next to your head, asking for the soap. You gave him the soap. There was no reason to decline. He grabbed it and lightly touched your back with his other hand before setting the soap onto your skin.

He made circles around your neck and shoulders. You felt as your shoulders fell and the tension slowly disappeared. You let Jack do his magic. His fingers dug into your flesh and you winced a little. It didn't hurt but it was strange. In the end, you almost fell asleep which Jack noticed and chuckled.

"Don't fall asleep on me now." He worked on your trapezius muscles. His hands slowly pulled you against the wall of the bathtub as throughout his help with washing your back you slowly leaned closer to the water with your face.

You sighed in delight. "Thank you, captain, but why?" You could feel as Jack halted for a sec but his hands stayed firm on your shoulders. He kept his movements going.

"I've missed you quite a lot..." His fingers moved around your spine. "I dare to say I was heartbroken when you switched sides." His voice was, as always, groggy but there was kindness and honesty in it. "I thought I lost you for forever..." He stopped and exhaled loudly. "You did give me a sign, before you've taken that cursed coin, didn't you?"

You hummed. "Yes, I did. I didn't think you would understand it tho so I didn't give much thought to it after." You answered honestly. Your sign was very faint, almost unnoticeable. "I knew you'd hate me after either way."

After a silence, there was a loud splash in front of you. A lot of the water was spilled on the floor. You looked towards the cause, frighten. There inform of you stood captain Jack Sparrow. In the tub. Hovering above you. His hands were on either side of the tub propping himself up.

"Yet here we are, love." He said with his eyes looking into yours. "The compass." He brought his black compass to view and opened it. "It's pointing at you. Savvy?" He moved to compass to one side than the other. The dial always pointed at you. "Do you remember how this little thing works?"

Your eyes followed Jack's hand. You nodded. "It points to what you deeply desire."

"That's correct!" He moved away from you and sat on the other side of the tub with a heavy sigh. He was looking at his compass. "I was wondering why did it bring me to that town." He looked at you. "And when you came crashing to my ship, the compass kept pointing at you." He nudged his hand towards you.

"You desire me or something I own?" You question him. That compass is strange and you don't really trust it.

"That's why we're here." He put away the compass and leaned on his knees. "You're naked. Savvy?" He tilted his head. His little smirk and the mischief in his eyes were enough to bring heat to your face.

"Why would you desire me?" You sat up in the tub and leaned a bit forward with your eyebrows slightly frowned. "I did betray you."

He laughed and leaned more forward. "But you didn't." His eyes tried from yours to your lips. "Did you, love?" You slowly leaned to his face.

It was a mare second. Your lips caught his and you both were in a heated make out. After some time you two stopped. Jack smirked at you and hummed. "I can get used to this."

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minoment · 1 year

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Still working on that sub Jack Sparrow x dom GN!Reader fic..

@2w1ld3st-2dr3ams I promise I will get it out 😭🫶

Anyone want to be in the tag-list for this fic? If so, drop your @ in the comments and I'll make sure to add you down.

I had a rough night last night and I have a major headache so I'm gonna take a nap. Happy Saturday..

#update #dom reader #sub character #sub jack sparrow #jack sparrow x reader #bottom jack sparrow #jack sparrow #pirates of the caribbean #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow x you

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belamourelysianlimerence · 1 year

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Hi, just wondering if you could write a oneshot with either jack or barbossa about dancing in the pearl or a headcanon about having a first kiss with them.

SO HILARIOUS YOU ASK!!! I just had a dream about just that thing last night.(But it was too plot holed to turn into a fic) Lemme see what I can do...

I Wish...

[Gen. Neut. Reader X Jack Sparrow [[will rt w/ barbossa fic when finished]]]

The Black Pearl sailed smoothly that night. The water as black as his eyes; gazing at the full moon above. You watched him from the entrance of his quarters. The way he was leaning on the taffrail, shoulders shrugged up to his ears, and hands clasped together. He seemed... elegant.

In another world, another time, he could have been like Will Smith. You thought part of him perhaps wanted to be, but he loved his freedom too much, and hated the EITC too much to stay on land longer than necessary. Besides, then he'd never be the boy you fell in love with. You walked up to him with a smirk on your lips.

"Sparrow."

You noted him before standing beside him, copying his pose.

"What are you doing? Wishing on stars?"

He smirked back. "Perhaps."

You laughed, looking out to the sky. "What is it that you're wishing for?"

"Rum." He smiled. Not even a pause, just like Jack.

"Mmmm... really though..." You looked at him. "What's something you really wish for?"

He hummed thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging. "Not really something I would normally discuss."

"Why?" You tilted your head. "Is it a secret?"

"No." He shook his head before looking to you. "More like... unachievable."

You turned to rest your back on the railing, crossing your arms. "How so?"

He pointed to his own face. "Pirate."

This made you even more curious. "But, aren't you the pirate who strives for the unattainable?" You teased.

He chuckled and leaned back, hands grasping the rail. "I strive for what's probable. But, I know there are things I want that I'll never have."

"Like what?"

"Aeh..." He turned strolled over to a barrel. "Just...things." He picked up the bottle and examined it closely.

"Are they things you're missing from the life you've left behind?" You asked curiously.

He glanced at you. "Yes...but it's not quite as simple as that."

"Nothing is with you..." You walked over to him. "Tell me."

"How can I trust you with such information, hmm?" He raised his brows.

You sang him his own song. "Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?"

He seemed taken aback, he tilted his head up just so, making it seem like he was looking down on you. "Hmm." He put the bottle under his arm and walked back into his cabin.

Oh no, that's not the end. You followed him.

"That's not fair, Jack."

"Life's not fair.." He frowned at you from over his shoulder.

"Jack, you can't do that!" He picked up a cup. "Who says I can't?" a little more irritated that one...

"You once told me, long ago that you'd trust me with this ship, The Pearl!"

"Perhaps I changed me mind.."

"Jack!"

He poured himself some wine and took a long drink before turning to face you. "You."

Your heart stopped. "What?" You blushed. "If you're trying to woo me... I don't think this is how you normally do it."

"Because I'm not." He stated while walking up to you. "And don't look at me like you're so shocked, love. Believe you me, I understand what the world's like. I know that someone like you would never accept someone like me, alright?"

You just stared at him. "What does that mean? What kind of person do you think you are?"

He huffed. "Someone who's always had his heart set on something, someone who never has enough to live for, a man who wants only to take what others have."

"And what do others have that you don't?"

"Happiness!" He practically shouted it.

Your heart thumped. It was something hearing him say out loud that made your breath catch. He had no idea how much those words hit home.

"And what would truly make you happy, Jack?" You were cautious in your questioning.

"...A spouse... I suppose... children...maybe...peace and quiet...no one abandoning me." His tone dropped, and your eyes widened.

"Hey..." You grabbed his arms, and he averted his eyes from yours. "I know you've been through a lot..." Jack attempted to wriggle out of your grasp. "And I know you rarely have anyone to trust... So, I'm gonna be completely honest with you, okay?" "I love you."

He stopped and looked dead in to your eyes.

"I'm in love with you, and I have been for a while. I actually thought all the same things you did, and that's why I've never told you. But Jack, I promise you that in your brightest days, and your darkest nights I will be right here. I am not like them... you know that. In fact... I'm actually more worried about you abandoning me... you love this life too much... too much I think, to give yourself over to anything else, let alone me."

You blinked and everything was different. He leaned in and kissed you, he was gentle with you. You kissed him back, and he brushed his fingers against your cheeks and into your hair.

And though the ship swayed you both went with it, using eachothers weight to your advantage. It was like you were dancing. He sighed with some relief as his body relaxed and his heart slowed down a bit. He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

"I can get quiet jealous, you know..."

He's testing, you thought. "So can I. But I hope you'll come to me if that happens, let me talk with you..."

You had reached your hand down and took his own, with no particular plan you wound up caressing each others hands.

"I can get quite irritated.." He looked at you with a sad smile.

You shrugged. "You're cute when you're mad."

He laughed at that. "I'm not the best of people."

"You're a good man, Jack..."

"Ugh, don't bring Elizabeth into this." He whined, which made you laugh.

"Aww, did she break your heart?" You gently tugged on one of his locks, admiring him.

"No, she reminds me of me self too much."

"Do I remind you of yourself?" You looked up at him.

"No." He smiled, wrapping his arms snug around your waist. "You just became exactly who I needed you to be."

{EPILOGUE}

A few hours later, you sat near the front of the ship working on some rope that had been knotted up. Jack was back at the helm, steering his beloved pearl with his calling card hat just so. The men had started to wake and were one at a time crawling onto the deck like wet rats. But, as the wind gently blew your hair out of your face, and the sun rose just ahead, enveloping you in golden light. Jack only had eyes for you.

"Now, bring me that horizon."

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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🍾jack sparrow masterlist🍾

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: general tomfoolery

↳ song: the rocky road to dublin—the dubliners

masterlist!

• Oh god there's two of you now

• That's what went through most people's heads upon meeting the both of you side by side

• Wil Turner especially. He can hardly deal with one Jack Sparrow, much less another one

• It falls on Elizabeth more times than not to keep the peace between all of you—but even she struggles with keeping the both of you in line

• "Remind me why we can't just throw them overboard Elizabeth?" Will all but pleaded at one point

• "Because it's their ship Will! Besides, they'd find us again anyways. They always do."

• "Got that right, lassie!" You'd hiccuped from somewhere above them, startling everyone as Will and Elizabeth looking up—only to be met with the sight of you clutching a bottle of gin in your hand and smiling drunkenly

• "Oh for fucks sake."

• They had to resort to using a mop to get you down from the mast in the end

• Apart from all of the other shenanigans the two of you get involved in on the regular, you and Jack have this little superstition

• It's not much—when one of you is having trouble thinking of any good ideas or a solution to something, they'll grab the other's hat and swap it with their own, wearing the stolen hat in its place

• It's almost as if the two of you believe bad energy gets stuck in the hat and that you have to get rid of it. It's stupid, but the superstition could be worse, that's for sure. Besides, you're the only one who gets the lay a finger on Jacks hat, so that's a bonus

• This should really go without saying, but expect some flirting from Captain Jack Sparrow

• He can hardly keep his hands to himself half the time, much less his wandering gaze, so you've been known to knock him on the head once or twice

• But all is well in the end, even if he does drown you in more nicknames than anyone else

• "Could you take the wheel for me real quick, love?"

• "Just call me by my name Jack. You've known me long enough by now to at least do that."

• "No thanks, darling. I much prefer this."

• Jack Sparrow is fucking insufferable, overly cocky, and a bit of an unorthodox pirate. But he's your unorthodox pirate—and vise versa

• Neither of you would give up the other for all the gold in the world

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

a/n: separate the art from the artist, right guys? Also, you can take this as either romantic or platonic - OH and slight domestic violence warning, I don’t go into detail, just gave a backstory.

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⭑ You hadn’t had the best upbringing - and it was safer to be away from your family.

⭑ Well, that wasn’t completely true. You had loved your parents dearly, and they loved you just as much, even more, in return.

⭑ But your father died 2 years prior, and your mother re-married. You had stayed as long as you could, but he was an evil man. And you couldn’t take it anymore.

⭑ You begged your mother to leave with you, or to kick him out. But she became pregnant, and your step-father adored your younger half-sister.

⭑ Soon you felt like an outsider. And your mother turned an eye to the violence that you endured.

⭑ Then you packed a bag, wrote a letter to your mother and left.

⭑ You hadn’t meant to stay long on the ship.

⭑ It was safer to keep moving; never stay in one place too long.

⭑ But the ship felt safe; the gentle rocking from the water, the night sky high above you. It was beautiful.

⭑ And then you woke up.

⭑ Surrounded by pirates; all looking at you with inquisitive eyes.

⭑ “CAPTAIN, WE HAVE A STOW-AWAY!”

⭑ You panicked, looking for an escape. The blanket was still wrapped around you, your belongings behind you.

⭑ Seemingly, the pirates had only just boarded. Probably from a drunken night of escapades.

⭑ “I’m coming-” A hoarse voice replied. And instantly the hoard of dirt-covered men parted.

⭑ “We don’t need another crew member,” the comment came from a dred-locked man. A gold tooth shined in the sunlight, and a wry grin was on his face. Almost as if he knew how the situation would end.

⭑ “S-sorry, I just- I don’t have anywhere else to go ... and I needed somewhere safe-”

“So large, black, ship was the best option?”

He had a point.

⭑ “I - yes.”

⭑ “Well, if anyone has to flee to a pirate ship in order to feel safe, then I can’t exactly tell said person to leave now, can I?”

⭑ You had felt your heart pound, beating so fast that it was a struggle to breathe.

Jack’s eyes had squinted, and in that moment he saw a part of himself in you. A part that he had long buried, and forgotten about. Until now.

⭑ You had slept in the Captain’s quarters, tucked in a corner with a velvet blanket and pillow. Jack at his desk, his attention on a map and a bottle in his hand.

⭑ From then on you were inseparable.

⭑ Basically, you were indoctrinated into pirate-hood. Learning the ins and outs, adventuring and plundering to your heart’s desire.

⭑ It was brilliant.

⭑ And Jack loved having someone to pass down knowledge to.

⭑ Because he saw such potential in you. A future leader...I mean, Captain.

⭑ Gibbs is like your quirky uncle -

⭑ And even if you don’t like alcohol, you’d have something that you couldn’t get enough of. Jewels. Jewelry. Clothes. A particular food. Shoes. Anything.

⭑ And whenever Jack picked up his compass, somehow ... it always pointed on you.

⭑ He watches your back during fights

“DUCK!” You squatted and watched as Jack drove a sword through the enemy-pirate’s chest.

“I had that one-”

“You were about to get run through.”

“Was not!”

“Was so!”

⭑ He watches over you as you experience the world (from a distance, and you usually don’t know he’s there)

Relationship Tropes:

Curious and Wide-Eyed (You) x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute (Jack)

Chaotic AS FCK x Chaotic w/ L Plates

Shy/Insecure (You) x Thinks The Other Is Incredible - MAJOR HEART EYES (Jack)

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youalmostcapturedjacksparrow · 2 years

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𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

Chapter 1: The ceromony

Elizabeth’s POV.

Elisabeth woke up from a long sleep. She had that one dream again.

The last couple of months its haunting her.

Its always the same one. When her father Rosemary and herself crossed the sea towards Port Royal.

And they saved William Turner.

Elizabeth stood up and walked over to her cabinet, she opened a top drawer and clicked open the bottom of the drawer. To reveal an double bottom. There was an old dusty necklace. And she picked it up.

Elizabeth put it around her neck and took it in her hand to look at it closely.

‘LIZZY! ARE YOU DECENT?’ An loud voice sounded at the other side of the door.

‘I GOT YOU SOMETHING GREAT!’ The same voice sounded and before Elizabeth could answer the door. The owner of that voice was inside her room.

General pov

‘Lizzy, I swear to god look at this! I worked my ass of it all night ! but I think you’ll love it! And so will Captain Norrington or should I say Commadore Norrington.’ Rosemary winked at Elizabeth.

Rosemary was a strawberry blonde 20 year old girl with green eyes. Her father was once commadore of the fleet the fleet in command of Weatherby Swann. Elizabeth’s father.

Sadly on his last voyage he got caught in an pirate attack and his whole crew was killed by an fast ship with black sails.

Her mother couldn’t live with the loss of her father and killed herself.

Weatherby couldn’t live by his mistake to send the commadore to that island and took Rosemary in as his own.

By then he was about to be governor of Port Royal a new British colony in the Caribbean sea.

So he took everything including Elizabeth and Rosemary and they went to Port Royal.

Everyone has been good to Rosemary and she actually turned out to be a wonderful tailor.

So she started learning from Port Royal’s tailor and eventually she was happy there and made all of Elizabeth and her own dresses. So for the ceremony it was no different.

Rosemary’s POV.

I was already wearing my dress. And Golden yellow dress with an with a tight top. To make my front look slightly bigger. And a wavy skirt.

For Elizabeth I made a beautiful paper yellow/white dress with a lace top and sleeves. I also made a cute hat to match it perfectly.

‘Comeon Lizzy ! let me help you into this dress!’

She pushed her best friend behind the blinds and flipped out a corset.

‘This will be a bit of a struggle but it will look great! Everyone wears one at the place I get my fabrics’

She pulled at Elizabeth her corset and she took a sharp breath.

General POV

Mr swann came knocking on the door.

‘Elizabeth are you decent?’

‘Its okay Mr swann im already here!’ Rosemary said back and he came into the room.

‘im wondering what kind of gown you have made for Elizabeth this time Rosemary’ he smiled at the blinds proudly. Even though Rosemary wasn’t his daughter he was so happy he took her in.

Elizabeth had never been alone in her live, she always had a big sister to look up to in Rosemary.

And Rosemary always acted nicely and behaved. She understood her place and was working in the working class now. But she was Elizabeth’s first hand tailor and she still attended all the party’s , funerals and ceremony’s with the Weatherby and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth let out a sharp breath and Weatherby asked if she was okay.

‘That’s difficult to say’ Elizabeth replied plainly

‘Lizzy are you really telling me how to dress you for the ceremony. Be a good girl and put up with my skills!!’ Rosemary complained back to her.

Weatherby chuckled at the two girls bickering at eachother, when he got called by one of his servants that he had a visitor.

Rosemary’s POV.

I finally got done dressing Elizabeth and she looked stunning as always.

‘ You look amazing Lizzy! Here let me help you with your hat. ‘ I put Elizabeth’s hair up with a few pins and then place the hat on her head.

‘Okay you’re all done now Liz’ I said with a huge smirk.

Word had spread around town that Captain Norrington was going to ask for Elizabeth’s hand. And for the both of them that was an amazing choice.

‘ Let me just touch up myself and then we can go’ I said while looking in Elizabeth’s mirror. I had let my hair half down half up. My ends were curled and wavy and I had a tight braid in the middle of my head going down in the middle. I had two small pieces of hair on the sides of my face so it still looked a bit playfull. And took my umbrella with me.

‘ Lets go Liz’ I said with a smirk its gonna be a big day for you.

When we walked down the stairs we saw mr Swann talk with Will. One of my best friends and Elizabeth her first crush which she still had I’m sure.

‘ WILL’ I schreeched and flew down the stairs pulling him in for a hug.

‘Oh it has been so long’ He smiled at me and said he had missed me to. But I could see he couldn’t keep his eyes of Elizabeth. I started smirking but didn’t say anything. ‘ Lets go mr Swann.’ I said with a soft smile and walked outside with him towards the carriage.

Elizabeth closely followed and when her father didn’t look at me I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

She turned as red as a beet and looked away from me.

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averagedeadinsomniac · 2 years

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"𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕬 𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖊" | potc! Jack x reader

Chapter- 1 |𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

chapter-1||chapter-2||chapter-3||chapter-4

The sun was scorching and the salty sea breeze blew. The relentless sun beat down on her skin. Sweat formed on her brow. She gazed over to jack who seemed to be staring mindlessly to the sky. They had been at sea for days. She never doubted Jack usually, she had full faith in him MOST of the time but a person can only take so much.

They had been deserted at sea for days in this god forsaken little boat. Food had run out long ago and both were sun burnt and dazed, going sea crazy. But again, this hasn't been the only time she had been lost at days with very little. Days seemed to blurred by yet take agonizing time. But she always had been able to be patient on Jack but he really did test her.

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Jack suddenly leaned up, flipping out his compass in hand. Curious to what he wanted, she peered over him to see the needle pointing west. They both looked over to a see a bottle. It seemed to be a bottle of rum or some type of alcohol. Again settled on both of the pirates faces, surely a quick drink would be able to pass time and numb the feeling of emptiness. He swirled the bottle around stirring the liquid around and popped the cork.

He took a long swig of the drink and passed it to Echo. She stared at a bit and took a small sip. The liquid gave a satisfying burning sensation on her throat her senses numbing just a bit from the dizzying drink.

Jack was just about to reach for another drink of it when she held it away just a bit out of reach.

"Jack we have t' save what we've got left. Who knows how long til we hit land."

He smirked at her reaching out for the bottle."Come off it lass. We're jus' there. Jus' a bit longer"

"Ye've said that three day ago" Echo replied with a flat face still holding the bottle away. He held the hand to his chest acting as though he was insulted greatly. "Dear lass! Ye hav't started losin' faith in yer faithful cap'n have ya?"

She shook her head"It's not that Jackie, it's that I feel like I'm bloody dying from this damn'd heat."

"Hold your tongue now missy. I reckon I see somethin' o'er the horizon jus' now" Her eyes widen as she turned. She took out her scope and peered . He was right! There was land not too far off in the distance!

"I promised that we hit land soon din't I say lass?"

"Never doubted you for a second"

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captain-camille · 2 months

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_ 𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 _

‣ Jack Sparrow x f!reader

‣ requested by anon ‣ 4,2k words

‣ After the ruthless pirate Captain Connor kidnapped you; a mermaid, your situation seems hopeless. Until another outlaw appears who has a score to settle with Connor and ends up freeing you along the way. Destiny or not - there is a connection quickly forming between you...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ yn got kidnapped and treated badly, violence, mention of injuries/blood, language

Slowly, the distant gunshots faded to peaceful twitter and rustling of an insular rainforest. The Sinister Lady was lost to the firepower of another ship; a huge vessel with imposing black sails.

Captain Connor was cursing a pirate named Jack Sparrow when less and less of his prized possession was seen above the water surface.

The reason for the crew's obvious fear of this man, whoever he was, was beyond you. However, you overheard two men whispering about a chart Connor had stolen some months ago.

Much to your chagrin your abductor's new plan was to shake off Jack Sparrow in the uncharted part of this island. By foot.

The men who had been holding you hostage for over two months after your violent abduction in Whitecap Bay didn't care in the slightest that you were used to a tail, not legs.

A faint sigh of destiny told you that there was no use in running from the man who was coming for the crew of miscreants around you.

But could dying today really be worse than constantly awaiting death?

You raked your neck to get a last glimpse of the unfamiliar ship before the path would be peppered with bushes and Ramón trees.

“You! Sea whore!“ the first mate suddenly barked at you, yanking at the rough metal chain that was locked around your wrists.

Blood was smeared on your skin from how sharp the metal was. Your legs hurt from how far they had already made you walk.

Not daring to look him in the eye, you simply lowered your head. The consequences for misbehaving were ugly.

“Not tha' hard“ he muttered in a disgusting slur. “Ne'er slow down, or else I put a bullet in ye pre'y head“.

Resilience was weighing down on you like a barely comforting blanket. But you knew there was no use of resistance.

You had tried.

Another filthy pirate caught up with the first mate, exchanging glances of egotism with him.

“Ye know, I'll get meself a whole lotta wenches with all tha coins from sellin'er“ he growled, showing off his rotting, black teeth in the process.

A cold sensation of repulsion and woe cascaded down your spine, reminding you that your buyer could be even worse. Vertebra by vertebra.

Your skin began to burn with every minute you spent separated from the sea. Any water.

Oh, how you missed surging through the vast ocean.

But, frankly, you did not miss any of your sisters after they had left you behind with Connor. Most likely they thought you were dead by now.

That is if they were still thinking about you at all.

Every step was exhausting as you were still getting used to walking on your legs, let alone climbing. A painful hiss of surprise escaped your lips as a sharp stone pierced your right foot.

Immediately, the Captain stormed towards you, fury and annoyance written all over his wrinkly face.

“Wha' a sissy, you are. Pull in them hideous fangs and shut it!“ the man growled, spitting on the moist ground only a few inches from where you stood.

You were already tensing, awaiting a rough, painful pull on the chains but your legs were fast enough to keep up.

Coercion seemed to have been a potent teacher after all.

Finally, the seemingly endless topical forest around you broke apart and revealed a small glade with a lake. You could't help but allow a wistful sigh at the sight.

Your home.

“Now we hope Sparrow drops followin' us in 'ere and we can continue head south for Port Felice on tha morrow“ Captain Connor announced earning a collective “Aye“ from his crew.

“I shall spare you the trouble of hopin' then, eh?“ a foreign, male voice echoed from behind a tall bush.

Connor's men rapidly drew their pistols and swords, eyes frantically searching for the voice's source.

Must be Jack Sparrow, you concluded, unsure of what to expect before a strange yet handsome looking man emerged from the greens.

His dark eyes, underlined in black, were trained on Connor and his first mate. He overlooked you sitting on the mossy ground.

“Sparrow“ Captain Connor growled through gnashing teeth.

You were sure there was unease sparkling through his bitter gaze. After Sparrow just sunk his ship the default hostility of Connor's gaze wouldn't suffice.

“I'd tell yer men to stop threatenin' me, if I were you“ the man with brown dreadlocks and a tricorn hat suggested, leaning closer to Connor in a provocative way.

With so many weapons pointed at him, he did not seem to feel threatened in the slightest. Fearless, even.

If you were to die, maybe you would at least be able to watch this disgusting men around you bite the stranger pirate's bullet first.

Sparrow backed up again, now circling the two men in charge of the Sinister Lady's crew instead. “Luckily and conveniently, I happen to be me. Not you“ he added with a finger pointing at Connor then to himself, the perilous tone gone.

You fought the urge to giggle at the asynchrony of his words and gesture. After two months stripped of any joy, you felt an instant connection to the airy pirate.

“Lower yer weapons, damnit“. Connor finally gave the order, his honor clearly at stake.

A satisfied grin spread on Sparrow's handsome face when he clapped his hands together and rubbed them.

Weirdly, he was oozing pure dominance in the loose and relaxed way he composed himself. He was almost comfortable in this precarious situation.

Connor squinted his eyes at the man who had many colorful beads and silver charms woven within his braids.

“C'mon, what 'bout an accord? What do ye want?“.

You cocked your head slightly, confused by the way the usually so frigid and irreverent Captain acted in Sparrow's presence.

It pained you to know that he was somehow tamable and you had failed to do so all this time.

On the other hand, a shiver spread on your human thighs at the thought of what this Jack Sparrow must be capable of if a man like Connor obeyed him.

“The real question is; what do I not want? Right, Master Gibbs?“ Jack purred.

Another man, a little smaller with grey hair and chops, stepped out of the opaque ticket of the rainforest.

He scrutinized the crowd and eventually spotted you on the ground.

Your pupils widened at the unexpected eye contact before you tore them off him in a demure way - reluctant submissiveness that slaps, rusty chains and nights in the brig had taught you.

“Aye, cap'n“ the man, Master Gibbs, verbally agreed before you could feel his narrowed gaze on you once again.

“And wha' be it you don' want?“ Connor shot back, clearly growing impatient while his opponent seemed to revel in it even more.

“Me charts in the hands of another, you cowardly scallywag“ Jack finally dropped the playful façade again, his hand resting on the handle of his sword.

Connor swallowed behind a stone-like expression.

So all this was indeed about a chart... It must lead to some kind of fortune or riches, you thought, recalling the many treasures you were familiar with.

Only you would never tell a man about them. It was sister's law that a mermaid was to die rather than reveal the mysteries of the sea.

But were you still to obey their laws now that you were on your own?

“Tough! Went down with our ship ye sunk“ the first mate interfered, hatred dripping from his words like spit.

Jack just raised a brow, looking the man up and down like he was a bleating goat.

Once again you caught yourself at the brink of smiling.

“Who be you?“ he inquired, nodding in his direction with no urge to actually approach him.

Connor's head quickly turned to his first mate who was now overridden by his own boldness and approaching Jack with a bad idea.

“Tha one to tell ye bilge-sucking self that we don't have what ye want“ he began, a slur in his drunken voice “Send us to Davy Jones' locka or leave“.

Jack cocked his head, fingers twisting his mustache, as if considering what the man had just proposed.

“Meh... Am not leavin' just like that, says I-ahh“ the pirate Captain noted but his declaration ended in a huff when the first mate lunged at him.

You flinched, squeezing your eyes shut. Such kind of scenario wasn't new to you by now.

“Mother's love, Jack!“ Gibbs produced a pistol from his belt and didn't hesitate a second to shoot the wanton first mate.

Another shot rumbled through the rainforest, men were shouting and grunting.

At this point you were covering your ears with your hands, keeping your knees close to your chest. Chained and weakened outside your element, there was nothing you could do about the chaos anyway.

However, when the chains around your wrists began to rattle and draw blood again, you finally dared to look up.

Connor glared at you with painful defeat in his eyes. “Get up, beastie“ he snapped, his arm extending, ready to slap you across the face if you didn't obey fast enough.

But his arm got pulled down by Jack who appeared on Connor's side and was looking at you with what seemed like mesmerization.

And sorrow.

“I said release her not beat 'er“ Sparrow whispered in the Captain's ear, his deep tone an unmistakable threat. It set Connor's mouth in a hard line.

You stayed silent, not knowing if you were expected to say something while stunned by the prospect of the foreign pirate's words.

Did he mean it?

But why?

Mister Gibbs emerged from behind Jack, a rusty key ring in his rough hands.

“Human trafficking, the worst of sins it be“ he muttered when gently taking your wrists and sinking a big, black key in the lock of your chains.

Connor's face was twisted by many emotions, most of them shades of disarray and disgust. “She a monster. A whore of tha seas. No human“ he spat.

Gibbs frowned at the man's cruel words, their nature fueling his doing.

*click*

You couldn't suppress the beam of relief that spread on your face when the heavy chains slid from your hurt wrists for good.

“Ahhh“ Jack cooed, leaning down to catch your lowered gaze and giving you an equally gleeful smirk beneath raised brows “I tell ye what she is, mate“ he straightened his spine again, dragging your invested gaze up with him.

All the fear in your system evaporated.

“A gorgeous creature. And not deserving of yer wheelin' and dealin', savvy?“.

“Thank you, Mister Sparrow“ were the first cautious words you addressed to the mercurial yet friendly-looking pirate.

His smile became a crunched grimace, his pointer raised. “It's Captain, if you please“.

A silent 'oh' fled from your lips.

You didn't know what to do or say. But his gravelly chuckle at your confusion signaled that he had not taken any insult.

To your right Connor spread his arms, sighing.

“I did wha' ye asked. Now let us go“ he complained, his authority crumbling before the eyes of his crew.

Gibbs nudged Jack's side, his eyes mentioning to the trail where they initially came from.

“Actually, I don’t. And settin' her free was just what the high-up people call common courtesy“ Jack sauntered past Connor, his head high, savoring his honorable, non-piratey act.

But you didn't fail to see a hint of pain in his extravagant display.

Was he hurt? The smell of blood told you yes.

“You, missy“ he suddenly called out to you, his dark eyes crawling all over your human body, squinting at the many bruises “Remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow saved a mermaid“.

The charming pirate winked before gesturing to the lake. An invitation to take your freedom back.

At first, your steps were hesitant as you weaved past the crew members that had treated you like shit for the past two months. Nevertheless, enthusiasm was quick to infiltrate your veins when the sparkling water surface came closer.

You looked back one last time, seeing how Jack Sparrow offered you a warm smile of farewell before resigning to deal with Connor.

“What'r ye waitin' for, lass? The lake leads to the ocean through tunnels beneath“ Gibbs ripped your attention from the man whose husky voice would linger in your mind.

“You have my eternal gratitude“.

And with a quick dive you were gone.

The water felt like heaven's sweetest redemption engulfing your dried out body. Replaced by your tail, the unfamiliar sensation of having legs vanished.

It wasn't that you disliked them, but the circumstance of learning to walk could have been more pleasant.

Eventually, you got yourself back; your essence and courage.

What Jack did to those men didn't bother you in the least. Whether he killed them or let them live to return to your furious buyer without a mermaid...

They were pure evil. So were your sisters but never you.

Gibbs was right.

You ended up in a coral reef after swimming through narrow underwater tunnels that were carved in the islands volcanic landmass.

With your tail flailing and pushing your upper body above the surface, you looked around only to spot the ship with black sails half a mile away.

The sight of your bold rescuer and Master Gibbs in a dinghy made you smile. Him and his crew were returning to their ship.

You wondered where they would head next... what adventures this mysterious man had lived and was yet to have.

Curiosity got the better of you so you dived down, rapidly making your way to the longboat.

At least you would like to thank him one last time. It was more than in order after only hell knew what tribulations he had saved you from.

“Captain Sparrow?“ you gingerly called out for him, not wanting to startle the men to death.

“Aye?“ you heard his taken-aback question, seeing him turn and twist his upper body to find you; the source of this dulcet mermaid voice.

It made you laugh. Freely, now that no one would harm you again.

A member of his crew, missing one eye, poked Jack's arm and pointed out to where you floated in between gentle waves.

The pirate Captain's handsome face lit up with the same wide grin as it did after he had told Gibbs to unchain you.

“I see, haven't returned to yer sisters yet. Why's that?“ he queried, gold teeth reflecting the Caribbean sun's evening light.

“Have not“ you smiled, swimming closer and gripping the rim of the dinghy to keep yourself steady “I wanted to thank you again. Properly. For saving my life“.

The pirate gave a quick chuckle, waving off as if it was nothing.

To you it was everything.

Jack gently lifted your right hand from the wood, hoisting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your wet skin. His lips were surprisingly soft and the beard tickled.

You giggled, enjoying his playful chivalry.

“Me, I'm a bad man, Missy. But a monster I'd be if I let an innocent, pretty woman suffer“.

Your giggle became a genuine beam. Fleeting was the worry what he might think of your fangs.

Master Gibbs cleared his throat, earning a slightly annoyed look of 'not now' by his Captain, whose gaze flickered back to you.

Another man, chubby with a few long, thin hair pushed Gibbs to the side as he spoke up “Don't let yerself be charmed by 'er, Cap'n. She's a mermaid!“.

The worried man's voice was filled with scepsis, still he awkwardly tried to shoot you a polite smile across the lines. It reminded you that no matter Jack's behavior, you were still to earn the crew's trust.

“Is there a way I could return the favor of saving me?“ you asked the Captain, your face twisted in guilt.

Jack disliked the way this emotion weighed heavy on your stunning face. But he couldn't think of something, so he remained silent.

A rare thing to happen for the witty Captain, as Gibbs realized.

Carefully, your tail began to flap and you pushed the dinghy towards the imposing, dark pirate vessel.

“Whoa! What's that?!“ it blurted out of one of the crewman, whose grip around the edges of the boat clawed.

It only spared them a bit of muscle power but it was the first 'helpful' thing your nervous mind came up with.

The Captain, who had his fingers playing with his braided beard, thinking, now pointed at the chubby man, calling him out.

“See?“ he began with a victorious shrug of his shoulders “Not vicious at all“.

Another quiet chuckle left your lips at his quirky nature.

Jack Sparrow seemed anything but a bad man.

As you arrived at the stern of the ship where the lines were cast for the crew to climb back up, Jack signaled them to go on.

“All hands, weigh anchor!! Get 'er ready to make way“ his commandeering tone sent an interesting ripple down your scales.

He turned his attention back to you, naturally making you smile again.

“Ye know, lass, there ain't no debt to be paid or anything. Mark me words“ he noted, his dark, mysterious eyes dwelling on your soft gaze.

Your mouth opened, but closed again as you reconsidered.

The Captain watched you intently, the corners of his eyes crinkled more and more with every second of looking at your face framed by wet, wavy hair.

“What about the chart you so desired?“ you ended up asking, the idea of you searching the wreck for him spreading in your keen mind.

But Jack shook his head, the charms and pearls in his dreadlocks jingling.

“Lassie, the ship exploded when we attacked. The chart's burnt to nothin' but ashes“.

The excitement of doing him a favor sunk at his words, dragging the corners of your mouth along.

Suddenly, you felt the back of Jack's hand grazing your cheek. Your eyes shot up. The memories of being mistreated were too fresh for your instincts not to be alerted.

However, the rough hand stilled, an unspoken ask for consent in the pirate Captain's underlined eyes.

You granted him a smile, weirdly relishing in the sensation of his touch. So different to what you were used to by now.

So... good.

“Believe you me, it be satisfaction enough to know that this rat Connor will be returnin' to Blackbeard empty-handed, savvy?“ he snickered, ignoring the stinging in his hand.

Not really listening to his words, you slowly found yourself the one who was enchanted.

But then there was this smell again...

Your nostrils flared as you realized it was his hand that had been cut by Connor's nasty first mate. Bastard. It reminded you of the times he had slapped or yanked you like a doll.

Without Sparrow you would have just given up any hope someday.

Just speaking what was on your mind at that moment, you softly took his hand in yours.

“It would mean the world to me if I could return the favor of saving me“ you explained, eyes trained on the deep, bleeding cut in Sparrow's palm.

“You've proven I can trust you with my live even though I am, -was, no one to you“.

The pirate let you examine his wound, not feeling the slightest urge to pull away.

On the surface of his mind it vexed him how vulnerable he allowed himself to be with you, given he barely knew anything about you other than what you were.

But deep down he felt a blooming connection; trust as you said.

“Aye? Ye think me trusty?".

Slowly, giving him time to adjust to the burn of salt water in an open wound, you guided his hand to dip into the ocean.

With brows furrowed, mouth agape, Jack watched what you did as if spellbound.

“Yes...“ you affirmed, joy dancing across your heart when Jack's eyes sparkled at the sight of his wound now gone. “I have nowhere to go anyway. My sisters have betrayed me so they surely won't miss me“.

As you set his hand free, the pirate's pupils quickly narrowed on his wet palm, twisted it in the rays of sunlight as if the wound could be hidden by an inconvenient shadow.

“Wha' ?“.

“It's truly gone, Jack“ you giggled, not realizing how you had impulsively addressed him.

But he did, guiding his attention back to you and wearing a flirty smirk.

Maybe it was the right thing to give in to your request, he thought, admiring the way the entire beauty of the ocean laid within your smile.

“Well...“ he began to propose, standing up on the somewhat rickety dinghy to offer you his healed hand “if yer so keen on squarin', bonny, what say you to joinin' me crew for a while?“.

Almost reflexively, you accepted his hand.

The allure of a new, fresh start spread in your system when the Captain intertwined your fingers with his.

“I owe you after all, Captain Sparrow“ you grinned.

He gave a light-hearted chuckle before throwing his head back and shouting for his crew to haul the lines.

You let out an unbridled cry of joy as Jack pulled you in his arms and the crew hauled the two of you on board in a swift, fast move.

When the absence of water began to take it's toll on your body, you panicked in realization of your impending state of undress.

“I got ye, wait“ the Captain murmured when he set you down and slid his brown jacket off, revealing a loose white shirt that complimented his tanned torso.

The jacket was long enough to cover you all the way to your knees and had golden buttons to close it with. So very unlike the mere rags Connor had given you.

“Thank you“.

“Anytime. We still need to fetch ye a dress or somethin'. Master Gibbs?“ he called out only to be startled by his first mate already lingering close.

A conflicted look settled on his face as he stared at you through squinted eyes.

Then, he leaned over to Jack, voice lowered “Cap'n, ye know it's frightful bad-“

“Nonsense!“ the Captain promptly cut him off, patting his back with vigor.

“It's only bad luck if ye believe in trifles such as luck, and see bad in the lass in question but, as things look, firstly, am not enough a fool to buy into luck and, secondly-“ he interrupted his wordy excuse and gestured to you with a wink “don't tell me yer eyesight has worsened 'cause she's just a darlin'.“

Although, his winding, quick speech prompted confusion, you couldn't stop your lips from smiling.

This man was unlike anyone you had ever encountered; witty, affectionate and yet erratic.

You were already enraptured by his nature.

Out of the blue, the Captain turned on his heels to face you anew, eyes narrowed. “Missy, do you have a name?“ he queried in a low tone to which you hesitantly shook your head.

Names were uncommon among your sisters.

However, before shame could overtake your expression, Jack's face lit up with an idea.

“Oi! You lousy landlubbers-“ he called out to his crew, the authority infusing his voice with a rasp “Welcome Bonny as she'll be sailin' with us for a while“.

“AYE“ the crew quickly echoed back.

Many pairs of excited eyes rested on you, heads nodding appreciatively what you returned with a shy but positive smile.

Absentmindedly stepping back, you felt Jack's warm hand ghosting the small of your back, the other one already tight on the wheel.

With a sigh of relief and the bright feeling of security, you leaned in, accepting his gentle grip on your waist. His protectiveness was incredibly pacifying.

Looking back it the extraordinary Captain, you saw his gold teeth flash in a proud grin before he spoke up again.

“And no one's touchin' her. She's mine, savvy?“.

Feeling hot blood rush into your cheeks, you instinctively let your weight shift backwards until your back rested against his chest.

“We shall see about that, Captain“ you snickered, already feeling the ocean breeze blow your hair as the Black Pearl gained speed.

Unbeknownst to you, a playful pout reigned over Jack's face before it got replaced with the pure thrill of anticipation.

Hunger for the yet-to-be-found and yet-to-be-done.

It was even more intense this time with you by his side; a wondrous, genuine soul who trusted him just so.

After all the bad and lawless he had done, he was still a good man.

After all the bad and dull you had endured, a spirit of adventure was still in you.

A spirit you never thought you carried but there you were, settling a debt with Captain Jack Sparrow.

You began to hope it would take you a lifetime.

The many charms in his hair chimed when he leant down to your level, his mouth a mere inch from your ear. “Ever heard of the Amulet of Ponce de Léon's wife?“ his husky voice asked, eyes shifting from the horizon to you.

Sliding him a knowing, lively glance, you curled your lips up before they parted and whispered “I have, Captain. What do you want to know?“.

“First, I wan' ye to know that for you, it's just Jack...“

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