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imagines--galore · 10 months

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Since you're asking for prompts,I was envisioning Will confessing to the reader in the same way George confessed to Charlotte in Queen Charlotte (the "my heart calls your name" confession) and thought it would suit Will really well!! Like maybe reader puts herself in danger by trying to save Will or something idk

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: I just ADORE Will Turner so much :3 and I love Charlotte the series as well so this was the PERFECT blend! Sorry for any mistakes folks! Also If you read this please please tell me what you think!!!

Your head was pounding. And not from drinking too much ale. You were sure of it.

Blinking your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Normally you would wake in a hammock onboard the Black Pearl, with the gentle sway of the ship welcoming you to another day.

But everything was steady and there was no creaking or moaning of the ship as it sailed.

Your eyes blinked once more, to clear them from any remaining sleep. Slowly your brain began to recall the last thing you remembered.

Davy Jone's crew.

A fight on an island.

Fleeing to the Black Pearl.

The Kraken attacking the ship.

The entire crew fighting valiantly to save themselves and their ship.

Huge tentacles rising from the mysterious depths of the waters you had traveled for so long.

Ready to kill.

To drag someone to a watery grave.

To drag Will to his doom.

Will!

You sat up with a loud gasp, eyes frantically darting from one end of the unfamiliar room to the other before finally landing on a familiar figure that had only just stepped into the room.

Will Turner stood at the threshold, holding a bowl of what could only be food. The scent of it wafted through the air and your stomach grumbled in protest at being denied nourishment.

Yet you could not move. Could only stare at the man as he stood before you.

"I see I managed to save you then." You finally said, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He was looking at you as if you were the very moon that hung in the sky. Which was utterly ridiculous because that was how he saw Elizabeth.

"And that we managed to escape in one piece." You raised a hand to your head, only to be greeted by a bandage wrapped around the entirety of it. A slight twinge of pain against your left temple made you aware of where exactly your injury was. "So, what did I miss? After I passed out?"

Whatever emotional turmoil Will had been battling he pushed it aside in favor of walking forward and handing the bowl to you. As you began to spoon the watery broth to your mouth, he pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed.

"After you passed out, we all piled into the lifeboats. I managed to haul you in as well." He paused almost looking at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him. "And you expect me to thank you for saving me?" You asked in a dry tone, to which he rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Elizabeth was the last of us to get on. But Jack.........Jack stayed. To act as diversion for the kraken."

Your eyes widened and you dropped your spoon into your nearly empty bowl. "He...what?" You whispered, sounding just as in disbelief as you felt. Sorrow passed over Will's feature as he nodded gravely. "Jack's dead, Y/n." He confirmed, to which you took a shuddering breath and closed your eyes, before slowly falling back against the wall behind you.

The both of you sat in silence, with Will reaching out to gently and almost hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours as a sign of comfort. "I'm sorry, y/n. I knew you were close." Tears pricked your eyes but you didn't let them fall. Though you did give a small nod. "As close as a person can be with someone who took them under their protection."

That had been the extent of your relationship with Jack. Your families were old friends, and even related by blood somewhere down the line. And when you had decided to travel the seas as a pirate, Jack had been the one who agreed to let you sail with him. Not many pirates were happy having a female presence onboard, but you had proved yourself enough times that it no longer bothered them.

You had been with Jack through thick and thin. Through fire and water. You had been the only one on his side, along with Gibbs, when Barbossa had mutinied against him.

If it weren't for Jack, you wouldn't have realized your dream of becoming a pirate. And if it hadn't been for Jack, you would never have met Will Turner.

When you had first met Will, him and Jack had just arrived at Tortuga to look for a ship to go after Will's beloved Elizabeth. You had been slightly mistrustful towards him at first, and also a little jealous since Jack seemed to be spending all his time with him. But given how easily Will had befriended the rest of the crew, despite his own mistrust of pirates, you had taken to forming an unlikely acquaintanceship.

You were the best swords woman of your age, and it showed when you would take to the deck and practice every single day.

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Then one day, your sword clashed with Will's.

Your eyes met over the joined blades, gauging the silent question in his. A smirk was your response before you stepped to the side and raised your sword in response.

And so a battle of wits and skill began.

Your swords clashed, your feet danced, your gazes never wavered and neither did your determination.

The entire deck was your practice ground, and the rest of the crew had gotten well out of the way when they had seen the both of you begin to duel. The both of you used every prop to gain the upper hand. But never once did either of you try a dirty trick. And while there had been a sense of pride behind each fell of your swords, slowly they began to grow playful. As did your words.

Back and forth, back and forth. With your swords and with your teasing insults and quips. Smiled full of passion and energy playing about your lips as you both danced to a tune only you could here.

It finally stopped when Jack called out to you. Neither of you yielded, or allowed the other to gain the upper hand. So, with sweat lining your brows and barely able to get a word out with how you both panted for breath, you were only able to smile at one another and say.

"To be continued good sir?" You had said in a slightly mocking yet playful tone to which he had grinned and given you a little bow before speaking.

"As the lady wishes."

But you never did pick back up on the match.

Instead the both of you would simply find each other and talk. He spoke of his life growing up as an orphan, with no money and no family. You had spoken of your own struggles, and slowly, without you realizing, in the weeks that it took you to finally catch up to the Black Pearl, you were made aware of your true feelings for Will.

You would watch him as he interacted with the rest of the crew, and on more then one occasion Jack had caught you simply smiling at him. He had tried to discourage you, telling you of who Will really loved and how nothing could be done about it.

Especially not when he was in love with Elizabeth.

You knew of the consequences, but you simply enjoyed his company too much to just stop spending time with him. And while you knew you were setting yourself up for a lot of heartache, it didn't stop you from forming a companionship with Will.

Although that too came to an abrupt and almost cruel end.

To cut a long story short, Elizabeth was rescued and Barbossa was defeated. Jack had his ship and his crew.

And Will returned home to marry Elizabeth.

Whatever friendship had been blossoming between the both of you had fizzled out the moment Elizabeth had been rescued. And though you knew you were setting yourself up for heartbreak, you did not comprehend just how much it would hurt. How his lack of presence would effect you. He hadn't even offered a proper goodbye when he had left. You had thought that perhaps as a friend he would do you the courtesy, but it was not so.

He never looked back at you.

Not once.

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And so you decided to put him out of your mind. But never your heart. You couldn't put him out of your heart and it only made you miss him more.

So when he returned, this time for the purpose of saving Elizabeth once more, you were cold towards him. Cold and distant, even when he had approached you to speak with you. Your heart had cursed you for not speaking with him, but you were still too hurt over his dismissal of you the last time that you had no desire to forgive him.

All that vanished though, when Davy Jones appeared and agreed to take Will aboard the Flying Dutchman. You knew it was Jack's doing, that he had a plan in place, but that didn't stop you from stepping forward and volunteering to go along with him.

Out of love? Out of desperation? Out of your compulsion to protect the people you cared about? You did not know.

Jack had tried to protest, but Davy Jones accepted.

And so you found yourself standing beside Will, watching as the Black Pearl sailed away, leaving you onboard a ship of dangerous pirates, and a man who did not know how much you loved him.

At every turn, you tried your best to help him. You had learned long ago when to keep your head down and simply follow orders. Will was not a pirate. He picked up every chance he could to fight back. And when he discovered his father was one of the crew members, you had comforted him. And when he had been punished for his mistake with lashings, you had been the one to tend to him, cleaning his wounds and wiping away the blood. You had held his hand as he twitched from the pain, had stroked his hair when he needed a comforting touch.

Your mind screamed at you, at how you were setting yourself for heartbreak once more. But your heart rejoiced. You knew he was doing whatever he was to help Elizabeth, to save her, but you couldn't help it. All those feelings you had buried came rushing back to the top.

Your escape from the Flying Dutchman as well as the Kraken was pure luck. However, by your second encounter with the Kraken, when it came after Jack, your luck had run out.

You had been trying your best to avoid the lashing tentacles, as they grabbed man after man and threw them into the sea. You had successfully avoided capture, but only barely. Your eyes had frantically searched the deck, looking for a way to avoid yet another tentacle when you had spotted Will.

With a tentacle gliding his way to swipe him off his feet and into the water below.

You had screamed his name, had felt yourself leap into action. You ran, throwing yourself forward to push him out of the way. And you succeeded. Only for the tentacle, meant for Will, to hit your body with a force that had your teeth rattling and for you to go flying.

A flash of pain was all you felt at the side of your head. A voice calling out your name in utter alarm and despair was all you remembered.

And then darkness.

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Presently, you blinked away your tears as you set aside the bowl and looked around. It was the first time that you noticed you were in some sort of bed built into the wooden walls. The air smelled heavy and musty. Familiar even.

"Are we at Tia Delma's hideout?" You asked, to which you received a nod in response. "How many of us survived?" Will pursed his lips at her question, and you knew the answer could not be good. "Only a few. Gibbs made it. As did the both of us. And Elizabeth." Of course she did, you thought to yourself.

Wanting to change the subject you raised a hand to your head to press your fingers tenderly against your covered temple. "How long have I been asleep?" The thinning of Will's lips told you just how displeased he was with the answer he gave. "Three days. You were barely alive when we reached Tia Delma. She took one look at you and took you to this room. Working on you for hours before finally letting me in to see you." He admitted, sounding almost angry at the woman.

"Remind me to thank her later." You said with a small smile, as you leaned your head back against the wall and sighed. Your hand came up to fiddle with the skull and cross gold necklace that rested at your throat. "I can't believe he's gone." You whispered, feeling the loss of your friend deeply.

"Elizabeth is in pieces because of it."

You blinked. "Why would she be in pieces over Jack's death?" You asked. You had suspicions that the girl never really liked Jack. There was always some sort tension between the both of them.

"Because she loved him."

Will's words had you blinking in utter surprise.

"What?"

He frowned at the confusion on your face. "I thought you knew?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh yes Will, Elizabeth and I sit together for tea and gossip about our love lives." The statement did make him crack a little smile before he continued.

"Well now you know. Elizabeth loved Jack."

"But I thought you loved her. Weren't you going to marry her?" You asked, allowing your curiosity to show. With all that had happened, neither of you had been able to properly sit and speak. Not when your lives had been in constant danger by either cannibals, or mad pirates or mythical creatures or the Company.

So many people were out to kill all of you.

"I was. I thought I loved her. But I realized, when we got back home, that it was nothing but infatuation. She was the one who rescued me when I was found adrift. And we grew up together. So, I allowed my boyhood feelings to grow into something that was never meant to be." He paused for a moment. "Those feelings are all gone now. And I was glad she found someone to love. For a little while." He added sadly, glancing in the direction the door where Elizabeth was probably sitting beyond. You did too, almost expecting Jack to come swaggering in with his usual land-legs and a bottle of ale in his hand.

"I never expected Jack of all people to die. He seemed almost immortal." You admitted.

"Well he proved he was a mortal man and met his doom. And you would've followed him too, if Tia Delma hadn't been here." You glanced at him curiously, not understanding the tone of his voice. He was glaring at you, his eyes almost stormy. "How could you be so reckless? What you did was extremely dangerous, even for you Y/n."

"You mean saving your life?" A frown creased your brow. "I did what I did to save you Will. And if that is a crime then take me to the brig." You snapped with a roll of your eyes. "And aren't people usually grateful to those who save them?"

He glared at you. "Not at the expense of their own life. The Company is taking over the seas, we need every good pirate we can get."

Anger coursed through your veins. "Oh so thats why you were worried about me? Because you didn't want to loose a good pirate. Its all about strategy with you isn't it?" All your past hurt and heartache was beginning to simmer under the surface, and if you weren't careful you would probably say something you would regret. But you didn't care.

His nostrils flared. "How could you think its simply because of that? Do you truly believe I am that shallow?" He spoke angrily to which you gave a mocking nod. "Of course I do. I mean why else would you ignore me once you gained my friendship?"

"I never-"

But you cut him off. "I thought we were friends Will. But the moment you rescued Elizabeth you ignored me as if you never knew me. As if we didn't spend weeks in each other's company. And then you came back, and I was there with you on the Dutchman, but as soon as you saw Elizabeth, once more you pushed me aside. I am not something you can use whenever you desire before putting it aside to gather dust. And even when I save your life, when I rescue you, you say such things to me?" Your voice had slowly started to rise in octave with each passing word. It was a good thing no one was within earshot to hear you.

Will looked angry with every word that came out of your mouth. "You put yourself in grave danger, Y/n. You always have no regard for your own life or your own safety and it worries me."

"And why should that bother you? Or even worry you for that matter. What am I to you?"

"I only wish to help you Y/n. To protect you-" He reached out with his hand almost as if he were about to touch you but stopped.

You turned your head away. "I did not ask for your protection Will, I do not need it. Why would you wish to protect me?"

"Because-" But you didn't allow him to finish.

"Is it because you think of me as some damsel in distress?" He shook his head.

"No Y/n-" Once again he was interrupted from saying his piece.

"Or you do not believe me to be capable of doing anything."

His voice was almost pleading, imploring you to listen to him. "Y/n-"

But you barely heard him, allowing your hurt and pain to blind you as you spoke. "Why? Why do you wish to protect me so?"

"Because I love you!"

His deceleration came out in a shout. One that echoed in your ears and had your mouth parting in utter surprise, while you stared at him in utter disbelief.

For his part, Will had stood from his chair, hands buried in his hair as he began to pace the length of the small room, still speaking in an almost frenzied and desperate manner.

"From the mo-" His voice broke as he met your gaze. "From the moment I saw you." Suddenly he was sitting in front of you on the bed, clutching at your hand in an almost desperate manner as he continued. "I have loved you from the very second I saw you." His words washed over you like a warm ocean breeze.

"I love you desperately Y/n." His voice was trembling, every word sounding almost broken as he spoke. "My heart calls your name. And I cannot loose you. I cannot." With each word his hands raised to cup your face, only to bring you forward and press your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

And you returned it.

You felt your heart heal and break at the same time as he brushed a hand against your bandages. Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against your own. "I cannot do this without you, Y/n." He admitted to which you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him with all your strength, hoping to pour all of your love for him in that one simple gesture. "I suppose it is a good thing I love you as well then." You whispered against his neck, to which he let out a small slightly tearful laugh. "I am aware of that. Given how you whispered it to me when you were slipping in and out of consciousness."

You pulled back, staring at wide eyed at his grinning face. "What?!"

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He gently brushed his knuckles against your cheek, a gesture that made you blush. Your hand lifted to trace along the side of his face, enjoying how he closed his eyes, as if to savour your touch.

“I will never leave you Will. Just as long as you promise to never leave me.” You said, still stroking his face.

He nodded in response. “I promise.” His hand found the back of your head, urging you forward to close the remaining distance between the both of you.

This time the kiss lasted longer then just a few seconds.

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wild-lavender-rose · 4 months

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Can I please have the prompt "Let me show you how much I trust you" with Will Turner?

I scrolled through my blog trying to find the prompt list this was on. If you don't mind, could you possibly tag/send me this prompt list? :) In the meantime, here is your request! I played around with the wording to make it fit better into the drabble but the affect is the same :)

Warning- Description of stab wound

"I'm sorry." Will said for the hundredth time, looking between the stab wound in your leg and your face. "Just a little longer, all right? Just until the bleeding stops."

"It's fine." You closed your eyes and leaned back in the chair, trying not to squirm away as Will pressed the cool cloth against the wound even harder. "It's fine,"

"This is many things, love." Jack Sparrow crossed over to where you and Will sat, bottle of rum in hand. "But it is certainly not fine."

"You're not helping, Jack." Will grabbed the rum and poured some over the wound, causing you to cry out in pain. "Sorry, sorry,"

"Here," Jack took the rum back and knocked back a mouthful before handing it to you. "Drink this."

You accepted the bottle with a trembling hand, your eyes on Will. "It's okay, Will."

"I need to tie a tourniquet around the wound." Will's eyes were glassy with concern. "It will hurt worse."

"I trust you." You grabbed at his hand over the wound, holding tight even as the pain worsened. "Just do it."

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madhatterbri · 3 months

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Comfort | J.N.

Summary: After suffering an injury, the old Commodore tends to your wound.

Mentions of blood and injury.

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You staggered across the wooden deck, clutching your blood-soaked forearm. The sword fight was quick, but your now-deceased foe made sure to leave the world with one last act. With the swing of the sword, he sliced your arm, leaving a nasty cut. At least you managed to come away with a couple pieces of silver.

You stared out into the ocean to calm you. A child of an officer in the British Royal Navy, the ocean was your true calling. The moonlight shined on the water. The waves crashing against the boat and snores from your fellow crew mates drowned the sound of boots coming towards you.

"Rough day looting, pirate?" James asked and leaned his back against the ship railing. You gulped back a snarky remark. He still had a hatred towards pirates. The man was on a pirate ship but refused to partake in pirate activities.

"It was fine, Norrington," you answered cooly and moved your arm from his stern gaze. The last person you wanted to see your injury was him. James would have gone above and beyond to make you worse than you already felt.

"No witty response?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin. He shifted, so he was leaning against the railing and facing you. You shifted your injured arm around your back. He could see the grimace of pain on your face from the moonlight. "What's wrong, pirate?"

"Nothing," you answered a little too quickly. His eyes darted to the blood on the railing and then the arm behind your back. You took a few steps away, knowing he connected the dots.

He grabbed your upper arm. You hissed in pain as your arm was presented to him. He rolled the sleeve up your arm. The blood oozed on his hand. James squinted at your wound , and his eyes shot to yours. You could have fooled yourself into thinking he actually looked concerned. Doubtful.

"Why didn't you see Doc?" He asked. You didn't respond. No surprise to him. The old Commodore sighed and let go of your arm. "Follow me. I'll take care of it,"

You followed him below deck like a child in trouble. Your feet scurried quickly to keep up with him. You hung your head, feeling embarrassed that James had to be the one to help you. He sat on a wooden stool at a table. You sat down across from him.

"This is going to sting," he warned you shortly before pouring alcohol on the wound. You closed your eyes tightly and clenched your teeth. The pain was temporary and you didn't want to give him more reason to mock you. Being a female pirate had already afforded you enough mockery from others.

"Wasn't so bad," you tried to joke. You could have sworn you saw a smile on his face briefly. He started to pat your arm with a cloth. His hands were surprisingly soft. Work on a pirate ship must have not caught up to his hands yet.

With another piece of cloth, he wrapped your wound. You felt yourself melt with his touch. He finished wrapping the bandage around your arm a little too quickly for your liking. His hands caressed just below the injured part of your arm and your hand.

"All better," he spoke smugly yet his fingers brushed against yours. You pulled your arm back towards you. Your cheeks felt hot.

"Thank you, James,"

"Anytime," he stopped. You could see he was struggling with what to call you. So many times, he simply called you pirate. "Y/N,"

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socksracoon10 · 3 months

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Pirate

Pairing: Will Turner x F!Reader, Jack Sparrow x F!Reader (Platonic)

That imbecile had left you with Barbossa, and the thought of having to deal with his monkey's stupid chattering had nearly driven you to madness. Seizing any opportunity available, you had found yourself a small boat and began your search for Sparrow. You weren't expecting much from him, considering you were technically a part of his crew - the rest were with Barbossa. Not that it made any difference, though, because at the moment you were without a captain and unfortunately in the eyes of a few redcoats who eyed you, warily. They drew their rifles closer to themselves, marching over with some fire in their eyes.

"Oh, curse me," You muttered underneath your breath, throwing your hat into the water below, before carefully stepping onto a dock. Your foot dangled helplessly onto the boat, almost causing you to lose your balance. Gesturing for a soldier to come help you, you grabbed hold of his arm and hoisted yourself up onto the wooden platforms and sighed in relief, thanking them with false kindness.

"Enough, enough," One of them grumbled, rolling his eyes. He sneezed, the droplets of his mucus flying past you as you cringed at the sight. Despite being a pirate, you still had at least a little bit of hygiene left in you during your days as a "proper" lady. "What brings a girl like you to Port Royal, especially in that poor excuse of a boat?"

You followed the soldier's fingers to the vessel, noticing the way a few splinters poked out from the oars. It was a ghastly sight and a miracle that it had managed to take you this far without sinking. Shaking your head, you came up with the best excuse you could think of,

"I was robbed by a pirate. I was hoping at least one of you would show some mercy and help me find that treacherous man."

"Was it Jack Sparrow?" Another soldier chimed in, his voice so delicate as he uttered the name.

"Precisely!" You whispered, excitedly as you wriggled your eyebrows, "Have you seen him lurking about here? I ought to give him a piece of mind!"

"Now, now, listen here, you don't have to do anything," The third soldier cried out with an exasperated sigh, "As misfortunate as your encounter with Sparrow must be, I implore you to go find yourself an inn for the time being." He had this air of haughtiness in his voice, one that made your frown deepen into a snarl. Biting the inside of your cheek, you pushed any emerging ill comments at him down to your boots and merely nodded your head in response.

Pushing past the soldiers, you trailed up the staircase to the cobbled streets of Port Royal and found a group of more soldiers running down the streets from The Governor's quarters. Frowning, your faintly heard the mention of Jack Sparrow among one of the redcoats that passed by you and you instantly figured out what was going on.

Crossing through an alley, you found a familiar set of beads dangling from an individual's head, hiding behind a wagon; he occasionally lifted his head to peer for any danger, unaware of your presence behind him.

"AHEM," You crossed your arms, glaring at him. Either he was ignoring you on purpose, or he was incredibly deaf and stupid. Rolling your eyes, you slapped the back of his head and watched him hurl into the wagon with a yelp of pain. He turned around on his heels, swiftly, narrowing his eyes for a moment to scan your face. Upon recognition, he grinned and held his hands up in the air,

"(Y/N)! Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" He exclaimed, holding onto your hands. You wriggled out of his grasps, before slapping him across his face, sharply.

"You moron! You left me aboard Barbossa's ship! After everything we've been through, I thought you were a brother to me! Family! You've decided to lurk about and be the prying little-"

"Whoa... now, love, we don't have much time to listen to your usual rants, do we?" Jack interjected your thoughts, raising a finger up. He swayed towards you, looking over your shoulder to ensure that there were no redcoats nearby. His eyes then glanced back towards you, "Listen, I think we should split ways and then meet up back at the docks. What do ya say?"

"I say no," You hiss, "I don't trust your words. We go together, or I'll throw you to the soldiers myself!"

"Darlin', you're a pirate too. You're only doing yourself a disservice here," Jack scoffed, and you clutched onto his collar,

"Try me. You cross me one more time, I won't care if you're my captain or like a brother to me, I shall drive my sword through your head and watch you scream for mercy." You threatened him, before shoving him off. Jack dusted his coat, creasing out the new wrinkles you caused with what he assumed was an indifferent expression on his face - he couldn't hide the slight fear your words caused him.

As you extended your hand out for Jack to accept, the thunderous footsteps of the redcoats just around the corner caused you both to pick your feet up and run. Jack had hopped over among the roofs, and you had run inside a blacksmith's keep. Grabbing a sword from the sleeping blacksmith, you were set to head back out when you had noticed a shadow emerge from the other side of the door.

"Oh, bollocks," You whisper, in a panicked tone, leaping behind a wooden table somewhere far enough for cover. You heard the footsteps of someone patter across the room, shifting through some equipment before they loudly whispered,

"Not where I left you..."

Ah, so it was a man. And judging by the sound of his voice, he was pretty young. You peered, carefully, from the table and noticed his ponytail, and his well-fitted yet a bit dirty clothes. He wasn't bad-looking, surprisingly. He tapped his foot, impatiently, before drawing out his own sword and turned to your hiding spot. Sighing in defeat, you stood up from the cramped place and stretched your arms with a lazy yawn, stalking over to him.

"You're a pirate," He spat, his sword dragging up and down the air as he gestured at you.

"I'm also a lady. Now, this can go two ways. Either you let me go and I find myself back to Jack Sparrow, or I kill you... and find myself back to Jack Sparrow." You reasoned, forcing a smile at him as you made your way to the exit. Within seconds, you felt the tip of the blade against your chin, turning your head to face him. He had a deathly glare on his face but his eyes spoke of something else. Seeing that there was no way out of this without blood being shed, you raised an eyebrow,

"Come now, love, must there be hostility? Fine then, have it your way." You spat, before dragging your sword and jabbing it towards his stomach. He deflected my attack, and swung his sword around towards your neck. Dodging backwards, you lunged forward and elbowed his gut before parrying the thrust of his sword. He fell back for a moment, catching his breath as he shook his head,

"That's cheating." He breathed out between pants.

"Well, that's life, and now help a lady out and let her escape." You snickered, prying his fingers off his sword.

"Ah, but that's where you're mistaken... you're a pirate." The young man smirked, and the front door swung open with Jack at the hands of the redcoats, a sheepish look attached to his stupid face. Glancing back to the now standing young man, you found yourself handcuffed and dragged off with Jack besides you.

William didn't fail to notice your menacing glare as you were taken away and he let out a proud smirk at the sight. And yet, something felt wrong. In all the years as a blacksmith's apprentice, nothing had excited him as much as this encounter had. He turned to the burning furnace, his thoughts fixated on seeing you.

For one more time, at least.

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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The girl of my dreams

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @ro-annah-blog

The Request:

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request something, where Jack proposes to reader (fem/GN) after they tease him for years about how he'd never do it, lol.

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You trusted Jack Sparrow with your life, for as long you’ve known him, you had no reason not trust that he wouldn’t let anything happen, that my bring forth harm unto you.

Throughout the years of friendship, you had found had found yourself falling for him, and Jack Sparrow had fallen for you as well, but you didn’t know know or understand how someone like that man, or any man for that matter, would even be interested in you. The only siblings you grew up with were three sisters and the only thing you seem to have your doubts in finding Mr. right.

The doubt grew as you had to watch one by one of your three sisters getting sent off for marriage while you remained single. All of them getting married is what made it difficult to keep your hope alive that one day in fact, find the one you’re meant to be with. You just don’t know when, how long the wait, but you were doing your best to keep your belief alive that one day, it will happen while others were telling you otherwise, refusing to believe those who doubt you more than you doubt yourself. Brushing it off and moving ahead wasn’t easy, but than again, life was never meant to be easy, as much as you’d like. Once you started to spend any free time with Jack Sparrow, suspicious minds arose that there might be something there between you that’s much more than friendship.

Rumors spread around the Black Pearl, but you both avoided those rumors. The rumors started when Gibbs caught on sight of you and Jack Sparrow holding hands while walking up to the top deck as you wanted to watch the sun over the horizon of the ocean. The sight never failed to be truly breathtaking, truly a magnificent award as if you’ve won first place noble prize. Not only was the sunset breathtaking, but it was a magnificent view, meaning it’s now an image you will not be able to erase from your mind. While you sunk into the beautiful sight, you suddenly felt Jack inch closer to you before realizing he was slowly wrapping an arm around you carefully yet, gently and pulled you in closer to him. Jack does his best to make it impossible for you to even try to escape his hold, but who says you would?

The only escape route you could take now was is if he let go. In the meantime, you begin to realize that your fate rested with this man and you couldn’t think of anyone who’d you want to spend the rest of your life with.

Unbeknownst to you, Jack felt the same and when he would deny the thought, you started teasing him about never being man enough to propose marriage to the girl of his dreams. Yo were the girl of his dreams, and seemingly got a hold of an engagement ring while you were not around, he kept it very secretive and told no one, not even Gibbs. As difficult as it was for him to keep a secret about it, it was all worth it in the end when he actually did proper to you unexpectedly. It was just the two of you alone as he did this, and the both of you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. A short while back, you were continuing to tease him about how he’d never be able to do it and this went on for a few years.

It wasn’t just the fact Jack Sparrow was in love with you as to why he proposed, it was the fact that he didn’t want to see you ending up with someone else when you should be with him instead. Jack had carried the ring in his coat pocket for about six weeks now, trying to muster up the courage to just do it. As he kept the ring hidden from view, Jack intended on keeping it a surprise just so the message could get through your head just of how serious he was about spending his lifetime with you. Jack decided that that the next time you go on to tease him about it again, he would pull the ring out and propose. When the day had come at last, your first reaction was hot tears rolling down your cheeks with your mouth open agape as you stared at the ring he was holding out for you.

After staring at it for longer then you meant to, Jack was beginning to feel rejected, that this was a rejection of his proposal. But that idea was immediately gone when you reached your hand out towards him, allowing him to slip the ring on your finger. Once that ring was on you, you both sealed it with a kiss, with just the two of you still alone. You don’t recall on feeling such joy in your life as the joy you were experiencing in this moment in time. All you could say to describe it, the moment as nothing but a magical moment. This moment was the moment you’ve been dreaming for your lifetime, since you were a small child and now it was finally coming true, finally happening.

Here you are, you now made a commitment to spend the rest of your life with the man you’ve grown to love and care for deeply. You were about to marry the man you love more than anyone else in the world.

You were now not only a married woman, you were now a wife.

The wife of Jack Sparrow.

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@savvythepirate

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @marsswann @friendlynova @always-on-hiatus @royisrandom @imalittleoutthere

Characters:

• Jack Sparrow

• Davy Jones

• Hector Barbossa

• Will Turner

NOTE: If you’d like to be part of my tags list, feel free to let me know and I’ll tag you! (:

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chickentenderx · 12 days

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GUYS I’ve heard so many of you talking about modern au fics but I have yet to find ANY. PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME I WILL CRY

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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the captain and the witch

Summary - he thought he could have it all, but it left him lonely. He sees the similarities between him and Jones starting to grow, and it pains him.

Author’s note: Yes i based these headcanons off this song! Yes I still love this character and always thinks he deserves better.

It seemed perfect to him! All the praise and glory back in his hands until Jones interferes as always.

Capturing you was a side quest, a means to taunt the goddess Calypso with her kinsmen, but one that Norrington greatly objected to given the cruel nature of it

James was drawn to you for the obvious reasons — your immortality, power, the history you shared with the Sea herself but you looked at him with such a disdain it got to him. Easily.

Still, it compelled him in the short few days you had together when he came by your “quarters”, either to drop off food for you or seek information.

Every word, be it a taunt at him or the blasé nature of yours in withholding, still kept him hooked as if it was your siren’s song.

You thought it annoying at first how this mortal man kept coming back to your cell. Does he wish to taunt you? But it becomes more than that.

He amused you. Very few cared what you had to say back then and now, except for him. Maybe he was try to be empathetic (or just liked the sound of his own voice), but you slowly began to tolerate him. Small accounts here and there, bits and pieces of life stories that fit like puzzles. Though it was humorous at seeing his eyes widen when you told the ancient tales of your life, you appreciated the images conjured by his life story.

Even though it made you feel sad and somewhat pity him.

James didn’t think it was anything serious until he heard you say his name. It rolled so flawlessly off your tongue, and it coursed through his body.

Was it your old magicks or the realization that something more had grown between you two?

When the crew of the Pearl had been captured and placed with you, they recognized you from the tales and stories used to scare others.

Call it an alliance of convenience when you escape, but before you flee The Dutchman, James catches you with the rest.

If this is goodbye, then it was a treasured time he does not regret. James knows it’s too late for him, but he can’t help but pause at your offer as you hold your hand out to him.

“Leave with me. Join me. I’m taking my life back. Will you do the same?”

Still, you deserve better, with or without him. The kiss goodbye catches you off guard before he sends you past the railing to the safety of the ocean.

You feel the life of him slip away when you hit the waters. It’s a sharp pain that leaves you gasping for air.

You want to see him again, uttering a meek offering to whatever deities of yours still reside in the oceans. Prayers mixed with the bitterness of what possibilities were taken from you.

“You foolish, idiotic caring man…” 💔

After the end of Jones’s defeat and the pirate world is freed for now, you dare to hope and reunite with James aboard the Dutchman.

Whoever heard your demand, you’re thankful to him. Part of the Dutchman, part of the crew, his eyes meet yours across the waters with that soft smile you looked forward to.

Despite the rivalry he once had with Turner, there’s a newfound appreciation he has for it. Because when Will crosses that shore, it’s for Elizabeth.

When James crosses it, you’re there for him. Fear of abandonment no longer exists in that hollow chest of his, and when the curse is lifted, you two will be together again.

“I found you.” “Can’t get rid of me that easily now, can you?”

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royisrandom · 1 year

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Here is a fanfic that I wrote for your birthday, @theblogofdavyjones / @savvythepirate :)

I usually don't write a lot, mainly because I don't have time or haven't got the right mindset, but I mustered up the strength to write something. I hope it is okay enough. I went off of one of your requests that you brought up. I tried my best. :)

Davy Jones x Reader

Night of Protection

The sky had grown dark, and the rain fell heavily. Davy Jones stood at the helm, watching his crew walk around the deck of his ship, hard at work. He knew that these men were tough, and that they could handle any situation they encountered while they were at sea.

As Davy Jones watched, he noticed one particular crew mate, Hadras, acting aggressively towards you. Hadras was taller and was using his size to intimidate you. Davy could hear the fear in your voice as you tried to do your job without provoking him further.

"W-what do you want?" You says in a rather weary voice.

"Ye have no place aboard this ship lassie." He steps closed to you, towering over top of your form. He was starting to get aggressive now, by nudging you around.

"At least do yer job right!"

You continued to fumble with the ropes as you tried to do your best job, starting to get upset at how your crew mate was speaking. You watched as everyone else payed no mind to this interaction and continued to do their job.

Davy felt a surge of anger as he watched Hadras tower over you and threaten you with his size and position on the ship. It was not something he would stand for in any way, shape, or form. Immediately, he stepped down from the helm and walked over to the starboard side of the ship, where you guys were standing.

"Well... what do we have here?..." Davy saunters up to you two with his tense and steady demeanor.

Hadras, attempting to answer his captain, is cut off mid-sentence.

"That's enough! ," said Davy firmly to Hadras in a deep voice that demanded attention and respect from him immediately. "Do you know where ye are?"

He stepped closer to Hadras

"Do ye realize what ye just started for yerself...?" With that said, Davy stepped in between you two and motioned for Hadras to leave before he made matters worse for himself by continuing his aggression against you any longer.

Keeping his guard up in order to keep you safe, he ordered Hadras to the top deck of the ship, where the Bosun was waiting. You saw a glimpse of Davy Jones's arm slightly behind him, trying to keep you at a safe distance behind him and away from the aggressive crew mate. It was subtle, but it made you feel at least a little bit safer.

As much as Hadras wanted to argue against his captain, he decided not to, knowing he would have been in more trouble to do so.

You seemed relieved by this intervention but still visibly shaken by what had just happened between you and Hadras.

Sensing that you may need a moment or two to collect yourself after such an experience, Davy gently placed an arm around your shoulder and kneeled to your level before speaking up again.

"Are ye alright? I'm sorry about what happened there..." His tone was kind but firm; a tone that ensured you knew that he wasn't going to let anyone else on board hurt or abuse you like this ever again if it was within his power to stop it from happening, which it technically was.

You didn't say anything but simply nodded slowly at him in response; a gesture of gratitude that spoke louder than words ever could have done in this situation. After staying there in the presence of each other, Davy then moved away slowly but still kept a watchful eye over you until you eventually returned back to doing your job properly once more.

From now onwards, Davy would make sure that everyone aboard his ship knew exactly how to treat each other with respect; no matter the circumstances, especially for the sweetest soul aboard the Flying Dutchman...

you.

❤

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Davey Jones x first mate reader 🐙👧

The angel of the Dutchman😇

A/n: hello this was a request from @savvythepirate.

Synopsis: the reader has an encounter with someone from her dark past and Davey tries to protect her from it.

Warning: death.

The flying dutchman arose from the depths of the seas, a storm brewed across the sky as the cursed ship had risen. Rain poured over the front deck, sounds of screams could be heard as the upper crew whipped the lost souls. The captain of the ship was on top of the upper deck, his tentacle beard twirled in the rain. Davey Jones sailed through the storm like he owned it, the ocean was his. The crew had either feared him or respected him; he was the only one that could control them. Over the years barnacles and rotten fish parts had grown over the crew, that was except for one person. That one person being the only one who hadn’t had to suffer like the rest, the only person Davey saved instead of dooming.

Y/n was the first mate of the dutchman, she had sailed with Jones over the years and over those years he had grown close to her. Davey had never ever and would refuse to put a protection with just anyone, but y/n was a special case. The legends say, “if you plead to the angel of the dutchman, mercy will spare those in need”.

Y/n had lived many legends and myths, she was a living ghost, the mercy to the judgement, Jones’s good side. She was the only person that Jones’s would listen too, he would never let anything harm her and if the crew went behind her back, a sword would greet their fate. However even legends have unfortunate fates, terrible tales of heart aching pain they wish to forget.

Many have heard the story of Davey Jones but none of the angel of the Dutchman, y/n was set to be a sacrifice due to her father paying his debt through his daughter. Y/n’s father was a captain, he had no bravery nor generosity, y/n’s father paid anything to save his own skin including his daughters soul. Davey had agreed to take y/n’s soul, in turn the father would live to see another day. The thing is, he had never said anything about eternal life and therefore due to unfortunate events, passed during a storm leaving y/n on the dutchman.

Y/n earned her position through learning Davey’s story, she sympathized with him unlike most mortals. The first mate position was “previously” taken, but to y/n’s luck he had an opening.

“Captain Jones, I caught sight of a ship trailing our waters” y/n smiled.

Davey’s head turned to his first mate, he was prepared to torture those who haven’t fulfilled their debt or promise. “Those who trail the water’s of the Dutchman shall join the crew or die at the depths of seas” as the rules states.

“I believe we be needin’ more ta’ add to our crew” Davey laughed; he had changed course to track down the lost ship.

The flying Dutchman sailed through the storm to catch up to the lost ship, all the crew were changing course as screams of agony could be heard on the main deck. The dutchman was catching fast to the lost ship trying to sail away, the ship had no where to go as the dutchman pulled it’s canons to the side of the lost ship. Many sailors from the lost ship jumped overboard knowing they wouldn’t want to suffer a fate worse than Jones’s ship. The remainder had been captured and taken on board the ship of legends, the Flying Dutchman.

Davey had his pipe in hand and eyed up the new potential members of his crew, his tentacles curled in curiosity.

He approached one of the men “Do ye fear death” smoke blew out of his mouth onto the frightened sailor. “Y,y,y” the sailor trembled “yes-, Ah!” Davey’s crewmate plunged their sword into the trembling sailors chest.

The next sailor lost at sea had caught y/n’s eye, he looked familiar, yet she couldn’t pin point the exact person she remembered. “Do ye fear death” he spoke in a raspy voice.

The sailor eyed Davey “No, no I don’t” he replied coldly.

Y/n wasn’t expecting such a cold answer, this man had no fear. Y/n still wondered why the man was so oddly familiar, was he someone from her past life, was he someone who looked coincidentally like someone else.

The answers in her head were buzzing by until the sailor spoke of her name “Y/n, y/n l/n”.

Y/n wandered up to the man, she pushed past Davey’s crew to be standing before him. “Ye be the captain’s daughter, why aren’t ya’ dead yet” the sailor questioned “I be surprised the Dutchman still has ya’ alive, ye father betted ya’ off ta’ save himself”.

Y/n’s hands gripped together, she didn’t want to relive her harsh life, her father was a cruel man. The crew would often use y/n as a torment for their entertainment, she was never free on that vessel and her father wouldn’t bat an eye to save her life. Y/n had to learn how to survive, how to fight and how to thrive for her own life. The crew was wiped out thankfully to the Dutchman while y/n’s father begged for Jones to take his daughters life instead of his. The debt was paid but to a cost, y/n’s soul, she was neither dead nor alive, just someone trapped in limbo on the Dutchman.

Y/n grabbed out her sword and held it at the man’s throat, this was the first time Jones had ever truly seen y/n in a fury. “Ye be best keepin ya mouth shut or I’ll dig be diggin’ me sword deeper inta’ ya gullet” Y/n growled.

The sailor laughed, he wasn’t afraid of the girl, he wasn’t afraid to overthrow her and drag her to the trenches. “Ye have the same spirit as yer’ father, if ye not careful, ye will end up just like him” the sailor mocked.

Y/n pushed her sword further against the man’s throat, now it all came together, this man was from her father’s crew. She remembered the man smiling down at her torment, she remembered when he was standing by her father’s side. This man was her father’s first mate, he had escaped prior to the dutchman’s arrival and underwent a new name.

“An’ what business do ye have’ with me first mate” Jones crawled up beside y/n, he held his sword directly in between the sailor’s eyes. “Me business is here with the daughter of a coward” the sailor grinned, y/n felt her stomach twist, she was having flashbacks toward her past, her past she wished to forget.

Davey had seen the horror’s from y/n’s eyes, she had no business to be tormented by this man. A sound of laughter emerged from the sailors mouth, with that a sudden swing of the metal blade had plunged the sailor’s throat. The sound of laughter had turned into gurgling as the first mate had fell to the ground, a colour of red poured from the man’s body and mixed within the rain. Y/n’s eyes slowly closed; she felt a slimy hand touch her shoulder “tha’ man ain’t even a soul worthy of sailin’ with us”.

Y/n’s hand touched Davey’s in reassurance, she had realized, she had people who truly cared for her. Y/n had someone who took her on, he may not have been the kindest nor the most sympathetic man in the world, but he raised y/n to be someone of her own. She was thankful the captain had a soft spot for her, he protected her from terrible and terrifying things. A soft smile appeared on y/n’s face as she hugged the man who saved her from death itself.

The captain awkwardly froze in confusion, his claw hand patted the girl’s head gently. Y/n smiled to herself as the captain and the angel hugged in the rain.

Y/n was known as a legend of the Dutchman, a ghost that shed mercy toward those that needed it.

anyways that’s all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

Oneshots: open

Headcanon: open

Imagine: open

Moodboard: open

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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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wild-lavender-rose · 6 months

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Will Turner x reader with prompt 2 in the first comfort/hurt comfort list? :0

Person A is overworking themselves for a week and Person B is deeply concerned?

You had been like this for days, transfixed on the map before you. Your captain and childhood friend, Will Turner, had enlisted your services to decode the map that would lead to a grand treasure. Anxious to prove your worthiness, you had shut yourself in his office below deck to do just that.

That had been just over a week ago.

"We won't reach our destination for another two weeks." He reminded you on one of his trips to deliver food you would often forget to eat. "You should rest."

"I'll rest when it's finished." You insisted, averting your eyes from his. Ever since he had found you in the tavern to enlist your services, you had found it difficult to look him in the eye. The small crush you had harbored for him as a child had resurfaced with the fierce of a kraken. Only this was far from a crush now. You feared that you loved him deeply. And sometimes, for a moment, you felt that Will loved you as well.

However, your extended time with the map had caused your logic to blur. Now you were unsure about everything, the day and time, the direction of the sun, the concept that Will loved you. In fact, your whole world was starting to blur and darken...

You were alone when you woke with a start, grasping the arms of your chair as the ship lurched about. Or was that just your head? Your vision was blurry. Your body felt hot and cold all at once. You panicked and stood, an action you instantly regretted. Your legs gave out and you hit the floor with a thud, crying out in pain.

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The next thing you were aware of was Will's voice calling for you. You felt his hands on you, warm and strong. You whimpered, trying to explain, to insist you were fine and could get back to work. Will shushed you, a hand to your throbbing forehead. The cool relief of his presence silenced your weak pleas. You grasped his shirt as he lifted you up into his arms, head falling on his shoulder. After countless sleepless nights and days full of cramped muscles and burning eye strain, the sensation of being carried to bed was enough to make you cry.

Will shushed you and held you tight, carrying you to his bed chambers. You tried one final time to resist when he laid you in a large bed befitting of a captain. Will pushed your shoulders back and held you down, whispering reassurance. "Rest now, shhh. Just rest."

"The map,"

"Forget the bloody map, my darling. Just rest."

My darling. How Will's voice sounded, so soft and full of worry. Your body relaxed, his voice paired with the fever sending you into a deep, desperately needed sleep.

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"Will?" You whispered, reaching out to touch the stubble on his face.

"Hmm?" Will opened his eyes, a soft smile on his lips as he took in the sight of you lying beside him. He hadn't left your side ever since he found you nearly unconscious on the floor. Half delirious, you had begged him to share the bed with you whenever he came near. Will had relented, and now it felt as though you had shared a bed for years. Wrapped up in his arms, his fingers toying with your hair as you looked up into his dark, sleepy eyes.

"I love you."

Will's smile grew wider, arms tightening around you. "I love you too. I always have, darling."

You smiled back, settling against him as he pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead. "As have I," you breathed, already drifting back to sleep.

#potc will #will turner x reader #potc will turner #will turner #will x reader #will x you #will turner x you #will turner x y/n #potc #pirates of the carribean will turner #pirates of the carribean will #pirates of the carribean #pirates of the caribbean #potc hurt comfort #hurt comfort prompts

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thehargreevesfamily · 1 year

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I made another Tumblr page if you wanna follow. It's @captainjacksparrowfanpage. I will be writing some Jack x y/n incorrect quotes. I will be posting later on.

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derangedanomaly · 2 months

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Hi!, gotta say I love your works and I don't know if you'd reply or anything can you do our typical siren boys seeing a siren fem YN coming from the Carribean?, like a Carribean Siren or mermaid (Typically from the Bahamas), and then they just like to interact or anything

The siren Bois are; Horror, Classic, and Fell

Also I can be called anoni

Yes, hello Anoni! ^^

This is a fun request! I'd love to write some siren's!! 💕 Also- you're literally the first person to request Fell Sans!! Congratulations! (Nah, but fr, not much people show enough love for Fell.)

Masterlist

Siren Sanses x Siren F!Reader

(Classic, Horror, Fell)

BACKGROUND INFO: The Sanses are part skeleton and part siren. IN THIS, SIREN'S ARE EXTINCT, AND YOU'RE THE ONLY THREE SIREN'S ALIVE! (Counting Papyrus too, of course.)

CLASSIC:

Classic isn't your typical normal siren. He's part skeleton actually! And on top of that, him and his brother are the only siren's within the whole ocean. Which is why he looks at you curiously when he sees you swim towards him.

He's like: Who's this? A siren? Interesting... He didn't met another siren, besides his brother, until now. And It's a female too! Now his interest is fully piqued.

He carefully approaches you and calmly asks you what your name is.

That's how it started.

You two spend then the whole day swimming around the local beach.

He introduces you to his brother. (Papyrus literally had stars in his eyes when he saw you)

Is interested to know everything about you. I mean- he never met a female siren. He's curious to know if your powers work the same as his or not.

Siren's aren't supposed to be enchanted by another siren singing their captivating tunes.. yet he couldn't help his soul from beating so much it could jump out of his chest, when he heard your singing.

Maybe it was the way you looked absolutely breathtaking while you were trying to lure these pirates in, or the way you closed your eyes so you could focus on your voice more, but it was slowly killing the poor skeleton...

You went up to him almost immediately after you successfully drowned the pirates. "How did I do, Sans?" You got no response as Sans only started at you in adoration. "....Sans?" Maybe...it was fate that brought you two together..or was it something more? "You did great...Y/n." You squealed and hugged him, which made him hug you right back.

Yeah..it was definitely fate. Ain't no way he could get so lucky with someone like you to come into his life.

HORROR:

Horror was silent when he crept up behind you, following you across the ocean.

He saw you pass by him a couple hours ago, and he couldn't stop following you since. I mean- it's not everyday you get to see a female of your own species. Especially when you're considered almost extinct.

As for you- you were scared shitless. You didn't dare to turn around, so you didn't know that he was the same species as you.

Well- to cut it simple and short, you decided to grab the last of your braveness and approach him regarding his uncomfortable acts.

You stop in your ramblings when you notice that he's the same species as you....

He introduces himself to you (after an awkward staring for awhile) you followed the formalities and also introducing yourself.

You spend the day sitting on the sand and chatting away.

Sans doesn't want to introduce you to Paps, but after you convinced him enough- he did it. (Papyrus was full of joy when he saw you)

Horror couldn't help himself but stare unmovingly at your tail and the sharp edges. Your tail- even though he had the same one, was so mesmerizing to him. He seemed to be in trance as you even tried moving your hands across his face, to see if he would snap out of it. But alas, no luck whatsoever.

"I...like your...tail.." he slowly spoke. It even looked like his eye turned into a heart as he kept watching your tail move back and forth. "Really? Thanks! I like yours too!" You took a peek at his tail. It almost resembled a shark, in some way. It was very sharp- and looked like it could kill a person on sight.

It felt like eternity has passed as you both continued to gaze at the tail of the other. "Can I...touch...it?" You got surprised by his question, but appreciated that he was so considerate. You slightly blushed at the thought of letting him touch your tail, but you decided to give into his request. "Yes..you can." No one could ever describe what joy Horror was feeling when he heard those words of approval. What a sight...

FELL:

Fell couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. A siren FEMALE?! He really thought that him and his brother were the only ones.. he's somehow glad that they're not.

He didn't want to go to you at first. Even avoid you! In the end, Papyrus was actually the one that made forced him to go up to you.

He sweated a ton while conversing with you, which made you feel a little concerned.. is he ok?? (No. No he's not.)

Feels this need to protect you from any harm- he knows it's stupid! But you and him are probably the only chance to save siren's from going extinct, If you know what I mean.. 😏 (his thoughts, not mine.)

After you both introduce yourselves, you spend the day collecting shells and other things that are scattered across the beach.

Fell would lie if he said he didn't find you absolutely breathtaking..but he couldn't stop this annoying sweating that was happening to him. Oh geez..

"Look Fell! Another shell!" You presented the find to the skeleton in front of you as he gave a soft grunt in approval. "There are so many things here. I wonder why the humans threw it away..." He hummed as he couldn't focus on your words when this feeling of anxiety was getting to him faster than ever.

He glanced at the pearl he found for you.. oh he was so scared to give it to you...what if you don't like it! Then he'd be the biggest fool in the whole ocean! His eyes travelled back to your form as you picked up another she'll, and after another.

He doesn't get why you're so into collecting these. But he won't stop you.. actually, he will even encourage you! He really cherishes the look you give him when you present another find after another.. he looks back at the pearl in his hands and sighed. It's now or never..

"Hey..Y/n?" You turned to face Fell, with a smile as he internally groaned.. you looked so good, what the hell?? He pulled his hands forward, showing you the pearl he found for you. You gasped, taking it. "Oh my! Thank you so much Fell! You're a real sweetie!" You couldn't help the joy you felt as you gave him an unexpected, quick peck on his cheek. It was his turn to gasp as he watched you swim around in happiness, while he held his cheek in his hand. Oh, he truly loved the sight of your happiness..

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #horror sans x reader #fell sans x reader

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My heart is yours

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @royisrandom

The Request:

Hey it's been a while since I requested something and I hope you're feeling better :). Could I request a platonic comfort Davy Jones x reader where the reader is being comforted by Davy Jones. I'll leave it up to you for the details. No rush! :)

***

Despite Davy Jones being heartless and cruel, he had some sort of a soft spot for you and for you only.

Davy didn’t show it though, as he wanted to keep his reputation at stake of being the cruel, heartless creature to ever walk the grounds, or sail the seas. How you ended up on the Dutchman was quite a story, insane would be how others describe it once they hear it, after hearing you telling them that you are the only loving person having to end up onboard.

You had gone with Will Turner to help retrieve the key to the chest that contained the heart of Davy Jones. It all started with a game of Liar’s Dice and just like any fool would do, Will made the move to challenge a round with Davy Jones. Just like Bootstrap Bill, you instantly protested against it, but there was no way of having him reconsider what the hell it was that Will Turner had in mind.

“I challenge Davy Jones.” Will said, you and Bootstrap Bill quickly turn to face him.

“You idiot! Now why-“ You were interrupted by a thud coming from above your heads.

That causing you and everyone to look above and around themselves as Will Turner whispered in your ear the reasoning for his part in the game.

Davy Jones appears.

“I accept. The stakes?”

“My soul. An eternity of servitude.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he says this, than you slightly nudge him.

“Will, come on! Don’t be stupid!” You say, as Bootstrap hisses out a single word.

“No!”

But the game continues and you could do nothing but watch it as it was happening.

“Against?”

“I want this.”

Will Turner than shows Davy the picture Jack gave him of the key to the chest which again, contained Davy Jones heart.

You watch Davy’s face contorted to limited annoyance before he asked about knowing of the key. As he does so, you could feel the anxiety prick at your heart as you waited Will to give details.

“How do you know of the key?”

“That’s not part of the game is it? You can still walk away.”

Davy slowly sat down opposite of Will Turner, which showed he accepts Will’s challenge. You watch and stare as Davy pulled out the key from under his tentacles for everyone to see before putting it back under.

While the game was about ready to begin, you could see Bootstrap Bill urging to wheeze himself into the game, but you put a stop to it by suddenly beginning to join the game yourself. It wasn’t hard to tell that seemed to make Davy’s anger grow as he barks at you about it.

“What’s this?!”

“I’m in with a matching wager. I bid three twos. It’s your bid… captain.”

“Four fours.”

Laughter could be heard from the crew surrounding outside the game.

“Four fives.”

“Six threes.”

“Seven fives.”

“Eight fives.”

Davy chuckles as he said the dreaded words.

“Welcome to the crew, lad.”

“Twelve fives.” You had said too hurriedly before foolishly continuing.

“Call me a liar up the bid.”

“And be called a liar myself for any trouble?”

Davy looked at your fives before slamming down the cup saying

“Miss. (L/n) you are a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship. Master Turner, feel free to go ashore… the very next time we make port.”

The crew began cackling with laughter as nothing is said to Bootstrap Bill.

***

Later on in the evening, Will returns and had the key around his neck as you continue to help him escape.

During the escape plan, Will was just as confused as anyone would be when after you announced to him you’d be staying behind. He didn’t understand why, and quite frankly, neither did you. Something was holding you back and you didn’t know what, and maybe you did but didn’t want to admit it. But it was in your heart that helped you to see the light in the truth that you were staying behind for Davy Jones.

“Are you sure, (Y/n)?” Will asks.

“Yes. Positive.”

“There’s no way I can get you to change your mind?”

“Nope.”

Just as Will was to go on, Bootstrap Bill shows up, handing something over to Will. Getting a closer look to it, you realized it was his Knife.

“Here, take this. Get yourself on land and stay there, it was always in my blood to die at sea. It’s not a fate I ever wanted for you.” Bootstrap declared.

You watch as Bootstrap handed Will his knife, than he turns to you with a stern look on his face.

“It’s not a fate you ever had to choose for yourself, either.”

“I know.” You simply said.

You’re suddenly embraced by Will as he promises that he will come back for you, asking you to be safe in the meantime.

“I will. Now go on before someone sees.”

You take one last look as Will rows away from the Dutchman and into the dark of night.

***

Ever since Will Turner had been of absence, Bootstrap looked after you.

Sometimes he was a hard case, but most of the time it happened as a front for the crew and captain, Davy Jones. Bootstrap couldn’t help but take notice Davy Jones has been keeping an eye on you and couldn’t figure out why. Until you had formed a bond with Davy, Bootstrap than understood.. it all became clear to him.

Wanting to keep your safety a priority, he didn’t say anything about you taking part of Will’s escape that night and it turned to be a blessing in disguise per say, as Davy ordered for you to be moved into his own quarters which would provide you more decent shelter of the ship then what the rest were getting. Things seemed to be going in your favor, until that awful night where you had to put yourself to work in the harsh winds and rainstorm. Quite a number of times did you slip on the wet and unforgiving floorboards of the Dutchman, that almost landed you overboard into the sea. One incident did occur when as you were carrying a heavy loaded bucket of water to throw back, you slipped once again and soon found yourself dangling over the side of the ship, calling out for help.

Your cries for help over the thunderous noise of the waves crashing have luckily been heard as you felt someone’s hands lifting you, hoisting you back onboard. Of course you knew it was Bootstrap Bill and with now knowing you’re back onboard, you allow yourself to pass out from exhaustion, but not without hearing your name being called.

“(Y/n)!” Davy shouts, seeing your limp figure.

Upon seeing your limp body, Davy was assuming the worst when Bootstrap gives him hope.

“She’s not dead, captain. Just passed out from exhaustion.”

“Take her to my quarters!” Davy barked.

***

Although you were still in the same drenched soaked clothing you had on when Bootstrap Bill rescued you from what your mind has told you from certain death, you don’t have any recollections of feeling so cold as the ocean’s waters that fateful stormy night where a dreadful temperature nearly matching the same of the bottom of the seabed.

You had woken in the captain’s quarters, and although your savior Bootstrap Bill was there, all you wanted was Davy Jones.

Little did you know, DavyJones was just right outside when he heard the sound of you gurgling, seemingly struggling to catch some air to breathe until you could at last. A silent sigh of relief left from him as he walked over to check on your well-being.

All Davy Jones truly wanted now was to provide some sort of comfort for you, although it was now just the two of you as Bootstrap Bill left to continue work upon orders. However, you still seemed to be struggling to breathe at a proper rhythm and as you do, Davy Jones was trying to figure out a way on how to help you, any Lille bit could save your life.

Davy than rushes over to you, reaching his more human hand out towards you, which you did take without hesitation. As you do that, he begins to speak on telling you what to do, and you so, you started feeling better little by little, and even comforted.

“Just breathe… breathe and everything’s going to be okay.” He tells you.

Though you shouldn’t believe him, you do. It was different being in his presence, yet comforting as you felt safe enough to allow your hand to continue to rest in one you were currently holding.

Weirdly enough, this brought you the kind of comfort that was enough to have you lean your head back onto the soft pillow beneath you while falling back asleep in the care and comfort of Davy Jones.

The man you would soon have fallen for, as he would you.

Before your lights went out for the next little while, Davy Jones didn’t let you go without a few more words left to say before you awake once again.

“Just rest. I’m here.”

And than…

“My heart will always belong to you. My heart is yours.”

***

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Characters list:

• Jack Sparrow

• Davy Jones

• Hector Barbossa

• Will Turner

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