#Cutler beckett x reader

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

If it's not too much to ask, can I get some soft headcanons or a oneshot for Cutler Beckett where he's really needy and clingy? That man seems to me like he'd act all cold and emotionless and deny his feelings for so long, but eventually just crack and be really clingy and so, so touch starved. 🥺🥺🥺

So. I was going to do this as just a few headcanons as I didn't realise I had so many ideas for him, but they sort of developed a life of their own and ran off on a bit of a tangent to where I originally intended, and in doing so, ended up being more of a bulletpointed oneshot at the start and then trailed off into more normal headcanons afterwards.

So here you go, Anon! One bulletpoint... whatever it is!

🎃

It would take something pretty major happening for him to initially open up to you, most likely one of you getting severely injured/sick and almost dying. More accurately, you almost dying.

He will refuse to leave your side then. Anyone coming to take care of you, nurses, doctors etc will only see the cold, emotionless front, and gods help them if they do something he deems detrimental to your recovery.

But when they've left, his icy facade melts a little. He'll sit beside you, hold your hand, brush your hair out of your face, anything so long as he's close to you.

He's confused. He doesn't understand these feelings he has at all, they are not practical in the slightest, they're more of a hindrance than anything. though he decides to just roll with it and do what feels right in the moment.

When you're feeling a little better, you'll tease him about how he's acting, which he'll deny completely. Or at least until you kiss his cheek and thank him for staying with you.

Cue an adorably embarrassed, blushing Cutler who, for once in his life, is at a complete loss for words. He stutters a little, trying to phrase an intelligible sentence but ends up going silent once more and averting his gaze before whispering "I think I may be in love with you." Inaudible, if the room hadn't been so otherwise quite.

You smile softly and gently squeeze his hand "and I you."

His attention snaps back to you, a stunned look on his face; eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

You giggle and lean forward slightly, hesitantly, though when he doesn't pull back or push you away, you close the gap and kiss him.

To your surprise, contrary to what you had expected due to his cold, cruel persona, his lips were warm and so, so soft and you wanted nothing more than to just melt into him then and there. But you restrained yourself, you didn't want to scare him away, after all.

Though you needn't have worried, the moment you go to pull back, his hand reached to the back of your neck and pulled you in once more, his lips finding yours again as his arms come to wrap around you, holding onto you desperately as if he were afraid you'd vanish from infront of him if he let go.

And that was that. The wall that he'd built up over many years was finally broken down. Well, at least for you. there was no turning back now, he'd shown you how weak he could be and honestly, he liked it. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from him and he wanted nothing more than to remain in your embrace forever, despite the impracticality of it all.

From then on, he was yours. He'd do just about anything if it meant ending up in your arms.

Though never in public. If there was even the slightest chance that you two might be seen, then he was back to completely emotionless once more... at least until he was certain the two of you were alone again, then he'd resume where he left off.

He's always struggled with sleep, but since you've become a pretty much permanent fixture in his life, his sleep has much improved.

A large part of why he doesn't sleep is nightmares, usually about his past.

Most nights, He will curl into you, his head on your chest, his arms around your waist and his legs tangled with your own, this way he feels safe and the nightmares are greatly reduced. Though some nights, he wants to be the one holding you, in which case he'll most likely pull you against himself with your back to his chest and his face buried in your hair.

Running your fingers through his hair is something he finds really relaxing too and he'll lean into you in silent encouragement to continue.

Did I mention he loves resting his head on your chest? Because he does and will do any chance he gets.

when the two of you are alone in the evenings, he enjoys lying with his head in your lap while the two of you talk about the day.

If you play with his hair, he will likely find himself drifting off to sleep, so be prepared to be trapped there a while while he naps. Well, unless you want to wake him so the two of you can go to bed, but it would be a shame really, what with him looking so peaceful for once.

When he's in need of affection, he won't say much really as he's somewhat embarrassed about appearing pathetic and/or weak, so he'll let his actions speak for him instead, though he will always be careful not to push things too far:

for example if he wants a hug, he'll either rest his head against your shoulder and allow you to initiate further contact or rest his hand on your back and press himself to your side and wait for you to turn to him before he'll wrap his arms around you.

The exception to this rule is when he comes up behind you, then he'll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck or back or depending on how tall you are – or if you are sat down – (I mean, he's not the tallest guy by any means... smol grumpy bean) will rest his chin on your shoulder.

If he wants kisses, it's all or nothing:

Either he'll just blankly look at you, his eyes lingering on your lips until you call him out on it and ask if he wants a kiss, in which case, the proceeding kisses will be soft, slow and full of adoration,

Or he'll grab you and kiss you roughly with no warning, desperation evident in his actions as he holds onto you tightly. If this is the case, expect him to be somewhat embarrassed when he does pull away and apologise profusely for his lack of restraint.

In which case, the best response would be to grab him and give him an equally rough, passionate kiss as, even if you tried to reassure him verbally that it was fine, he likely wouldn't believe you, and he will be beating himself up for acting so impulsively likely for days.

I'm going to leave it there... for now... it's getting a little out of hand!

[dance-in-the-morning-glow]

So I really want to write a smutty Beckett oneshot… 👀

The thing is, all the smut scenes I’ve written before have been embedded in chapters of a longfic and have always served a purpose within the plot. This way, everything came sort of naturally and always had feelings attached to it, but now, trying to brainstorm something with no context whatsoever is giving me a headache.

So I figured why not ask y’all for any prompts or things you might like to read?

I was also thinking of reusing my OFC for sentimental reasons but that depends on whatever I decide to write, I guess.

Either way, if anyone has an idea or request, let me know!

Things I won’t write: non-con (depending on the context light dub-con is fine though), scat, watersports, anything too gory, and underage. That’s all I can think of now. Might add to this later.

I’ve also been toying with the idea of some light weaponplay because that’s fun and my OC would be into it but I don’t know if I can pull that off and again, the lack of context makes it a bit hard for me ughh.

[umgatochamadopercyval]

In her arms

For my friend @luciadiosa! Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy it :D. Sorry for any mistakes, English's not my first language.

Cutler Becket/F!Reader

TW: Alcohol drinking

If one more of these repugnant old lords even dignify themselves to look in my way this evening, I will most certainly break some propriety laws

At least that was what she told herself, fully committed to follow the threats should the opportunity arise. The young woman really hoped it would not come to this, given that they were all guests there, and if she hinted in sublet enough ways the guests would think twice before approaching her, or her father at the end, and that was enough.

Of all days, that day was supposed to the happiest one for her. It was her birthday, and not just any birthday, her twenty second birthday, meaning that she was old enough by now to face the responsibilities of life, according to her parents. Or in simpler words: Marriage, having kids and stop having fantasies of travel by the sea.  

It wasn’t like she was in favorable position for complaining, most of her friends were already married and birthing kids at eighteenth. Jane Backet was already engaged to a wealthy French aristocrat by the time she died at illness hand at sixteen and a half.

At the thought, the grief started making way in her hearth, the painful reminder trying to force hot, wet tears past her eyelids. Having to distract her mind, she started observing the elegantly dressed man and women mingling at her family home ballroom. Some were close family friends and others were members of high society that needed to be invited to this sort of events for good relations. In a corner near the South doors was her family, as always.

This time however a particular group was catching her eye. If you didn’t know better, it would look like any other male guest in the party. Old and young they waltzed, drank, and ate, dressed in fine suits and shinning shoes. The key was the way they tended to comeback regularly near her or her father. These men were desperate for her hand, and probably her family fortune as well. But since her father is also so desperate for her to be wedded, let these predators hung around and torment him some more.

It's almost as if they can read my thoughts…

"Good evening, Miss [surname]. Would the lovely lady like to dance?" One of the older men, a gray haired, forty something disgraced count, dressed in clothes from older social seasons, approached her from nowhere, and placed a kiss on her gloved hand.

"Thank you for your proposition, Count Bennet. But I'm not exactly doing well at the moment. I actually am heading to the kitchen to fetch some tea"

"I must escort you then" He pressed "What exactly are you feeling?"

Breathe Y/N. Use your brain

It's not that she was afraid of marriage, but her heart belonged to another, another that was living her dream of traveling through the fearsome blue oceans. And going somewhere private with him was likely to lead to a vantage point to the man in front of her.

"It's nothing, just a light headache, and a bit of nausea. I just need a cup of tea and good rest"

"You would not happen to be with child, would you Miss?"

Red flooded her vision. She would not take such offense from these pigs. In a swift motion, the palm of her hand collided with his face, and she felt something cracking, under the heavy blow of her hand.

And then she fled the room.

The skirts of her dress slowed the young woman's pace, but her resolve didn't shake. She needed to calm her nerves down, go back there and take her future in her hands.

Taking in her surroundings, she noticed she was on her father's study. The recognition came through the wax sealing equipment, and expensive alcohol bottles stored in the silver tray. At the center a dark mahogany desk with an imposing dark red velvet chair. Behind it, a painting containing her family.

"Happy birthday darling" His smooth, imperious voice fulfilled the room, but there was a sweetness in it that she knew was rare, and the pet name even rarer

"Cutler!"

The Becket family and hers were really close, the patriarchs having studied together in their youths, and forming a close friendship. As a result she spent more of her own childhood there than at home, forming a deep bond of sisterhood with the youngest daughter.

“I’m happy to have found you Y/N. I was looking for a moment to talk to you, but these vultures wouldn’t leave” 

“So you were witness to my disaster of a polite decline?”

“Not one of your best moments I must say” he poured himself some rum on one of the crystal cups, and took a sip 

“Look at you, all businesses like. You are admiral now as I heard Father saying” she poured some rum for herself earning a look from him, but no commentary. 

“Lord Cutler Beckett, of The East India Trade Company” 

Light silence followed after as always. They were not close friends, him being a decade her senior, and dedicating most of his life to his ambitions from an early age. Although after Jane’s death they exchanged some letters. Suddenly his demeanor changed, as if he remembered something of importance. His spine straightened and his eyes darkened, and the coldness with which he took her hand in his shocked her. 

“I will be forward with you. Ever since your debut in society your father wrote me asking for a proposal and to join our families in matrimony. But I refused, having my personal goals. Now I reached a position where most of my goals are fulfilled. I have a title, respect from the navy, and fear from the pirates. There isn’t anything holding me back from proposing, but I want to hear from you” 

They had reached one of the drawing rooms and sat on an intimate sofa. His rum kept untouched. In a swift motion she downed hers down, the burning sensation on her throat numbed the swirl of feelings in her hearth.

Ever since she was eighteen she started harboring feelings for him. At the start was something purely physical, but after their exchange of letters regarding his travels, that slowly formed into a friendship, and after, romantic feelings at her side. It was the way he listened to her talk about her dreams, even if he didn’t understand them, that captured her heart.

Ever since she was eighteen she started harboring feelings for him. At the start was something purely physical, but after their exchange of letters regarding his travels, that slowly formed into a friendship, and after, romantic feelings at her side. It was the way he listened to her talk about her dreams, even if he didn’t understand them, that captured her heart.

“I…” 

Yes! I would love to be your wife!

“You don’t have to answer at the moment. But, I think being the wife of a naval officer, would bring you closer to the sea, and the travels you seem to want... You are also very beatiful and I would not mind creating a life by your side” He ended his speech looking deep into her eyes.

And she could only blink while the next moments unfolded in front of her eyes. 

In a swift motion he stood from the sofa, and with tree steps walked until his front faced her. Smoothly he bent his knee, sliding his leg on the floor. His hand gently picked hers, and from nowhere he produced a stunning diamond ring, its gold band fitting perfectly on her finger.

Emotion blinded her senses, and before she could rationalize, she was gripping his head in her hands and kissing him. After a few moments she could feel him returning it. 

“I imagine this marks your awnser?” 

“Yes. This marks it”

What the future held, she didn’t know, but at the moment she could not bring herself to care at all. As long she had him in her arms. 

Hope you like it, it's been some time since I wrote something and I wanted to give my best <3

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Beckett x wife reader👰⚔

Imagine

Synopsis: A short oneshot of beckett and y/n, spending a night together.

Warning: none

Night fell over the town of Port Royal, the streets no longer bustling as silence filled the air. A cold breeze entered the window of the manor, a girl, who was barely covered in her bed sheets sat on the edge. The girl’s eyes lingered into the starry night, dreaming, wishing, for a better life. The girl was a lady, betrothed to a very powerful man that held no warmth; vile and cruel, he holds no reason to seek mercy in those that need it. That man’s name Cutler Beckett, the owner of the east Indian trading company; he held a great, powerful hatred for pirates. Pirates were the Bain of his existence; he would seek out any means to execute them. The pitiful part of this story was his newly wedded wife, a young woman who shall hold the title of his name. A woman to produce his future heirs toward his company, Y/n Beckett. Y/n wasn’t cruel, she wasn’t hateful, she was benevolent toward mankind. Y/n was bought off from her father, he was persuaded to have grand riches in turn for her hand for marriage. Beckett had no care nor any reaction toward y/n’s refusal, she was his, property to the company, property to him. Cutler wasn’t vile toward his wife, however if she were to speak out mercy for pirates, she would be locked away in her room.

Y/n sat on the edge of her bed staring at the stars above, her mind ran with thoughts of worry and woeful pity toward the lives her husband had executed.

The wooden, painted white door opened with a slight ‘creak’, y/n turned to see her husband standing behind her. Beckett held no expression, no smile, no sadness, no anger, only coldness. He entered the room in an upright stance, placing himself in the bed next to his wife. He laid his head gently onto y/n’s shoulder, his fingers gently stroked her smooth arm. “I often question, what goes on in that pretty little mind of yours” Beckett whispered.

Y/n had no response, she had nothing to say to him, it was just like any other night. The usual routine of her husband coming home, speaking of his succession’s and then falling asleep. Sometimes if he were lucky, he would get only but a single word coming out of her mouth. Y/n placed her hand on her husband’s head, no eye glance toward his way, nor even a smile. She was trapped, trapped in a house with this wicked, cruel man; y/n was broken, she had no brightness she once held. Beckett expected this, he grew used toward y/n’s cold affection, after all, it’s not love she feels for him nor lust, only duty.

“My dear, I brought you a gift, consider this a token of my gratitude” Beckett handed y/n a small ring, a black diamond.

Y/n took a glance at the diamond ring, her mouth muttered out “beautiful”, something Beckett hadn’t expected for a while. In response toward her touching word, he kissed y/n gently. Beckett wasn’t affectionate however, he approved of his wife; he would show her every ounce of kindness that remained.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[luciadiosa]

A entchanting mermaid

Masterlist

Part 8

You kneel at the edge of the pond and stretch out your hand to the water. Your fingertips glide over the cool water. In the water plays numerous fish. Including koi. A Japanese species of carp. They are available in the most important colors.

"That is her?" the king inquires. His gaze continues to be on you. Cutler Beckett bowed slightly.

"That is her." confirms this.

The king looks at you from afar. Innocently you play with the fish and the water. The sun breaks on your pearlescent blue dress.

"Why is she so special to you?" the king now wanted to know.

Cutler looks from him to you. "Well. She's one of a kind. Normally polite and handsome. Certainly obedient with a little tutoring."

The king nods in agreement. You are a beauty. "I didn't think there was an option. I hear you guys are very busy. You are doing a good job for Eas India Trading Company."

"She's more of a koi. My koi." Cutler now explains and smiles. You don't overhear the conversation. "My rare koi."

The king smiles at the metaphor. Then he looked at Cutler for a while. "There are rumours." he started. "You should have a mermaid on your ship. A ship that undoubtedly belongs to the Marina and therefore to the king, me, and everything that is on this ship."

When you look up, you notice the sun disappearing behind dark clouds. Black storm clouds. Then you look at the men. Difficult to see, but you can see Cutler using his index and middle fingers to indicate he's coming. His arm hung loosely beside his body.

Cutler stares at the king with his usual composure. With a smile, that meant he wasn't intimidated. "I am familiar with these rumours."

You gather up the silk and stand up after saying goodbye to the koi.

"Y/N, I discussed everything with the king." Only now do you notice the king. You lower your gaze, lift the dress slightly to the side to make a curtsey. Humble. "We go."

"I await your letter." With these words the king turns and his entourage with him.

The Lord looks up to the sky. "Comes." Without another word you follow him. You feel the lukewarm wind of a summer thunderstorm on your skin. Since you walked the way here, he hadn't organized a carriage. The way to the small apartment was not far.

But halfway the black cloud erupted above you and penetrated your dress and petticoat.

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@umgatochamadopercyval

[sykhan048]

Staring the angelic beauty with sunlight, the poet mind says,

Even though you are a stranger, you appear familiar.

How did you do your magic, whatever it was?

My heart has been captivated by you.

Even if I understand it, I am perplexed.

You are the brightness in my mornings.

Even though you are a stranger, you appear familiar.

[imaginepirates]

How They Confess

For the anon who wanted to know how the characters would confess their feelings, and how they would react if the reader confessed first.

This includes Jack, Will, Lizzie, James, Beckett, and Barbossa.

Jack:

Jack isn’t one to make a grand show of things, and if he’s to confess, it’ll be in a moment of simplicity. You’ll be curled up together in his cabin, warm and drowsy, soft light shining out from the lanterns. He can only admit it to you when he’s completely relaxed—he can hardly admit it to himself sometimes, how much he loves you. But he says it softly in your ear, and you’re more pleased than surprised, already tangled together in the sheets. Your brain’s a bit fuzzy anyway, and the full weight of it wouldn’t hit you until the next morning. But by then he’s up and out on deck, and you’re left with the knowledge that he really does love you after all. 

If you’re the first to confess, Jack would be taken aback. He doesn’t expect you to love him, not really, so it comes as a bit of a shock to his system. It would take him some time to process, too, and he has to do some serious introspection before he can say it back. Love is a heavy thing in his eyes, and he’s not about to mess it up. 

Will:

Though he can be bashful, Will is completely unashamed of his feelings for you. If you’re of the same social station, he’ll simply tell you how he feels by taking you out for a walk along the oceanfront. If you’re too far above him on the social ladder, he’ll keep his feelings to himself, though they shine through with all the things he does for you to make life easier and more convenient. 

If you speak up first, Will’s a little embarrassed, but in a good way. He feels a little guilty for not saying anything, but quickly gets over it; he’s just happy you feel the same, and that you’re comfortable enough in your affection to tell him. He likes that you can own it—not everyone is attracted to blacksmiths. Besides, hearing the words from you is just the confidence boost he needs. 

Elizabeth:

Elizabeth wants to make her confession as perfect as she can. She does it over a nice dinner, just the two of you, and she’s pulled out the candles for the occasion. She’s a romantic at heart, and wants to have the right atmosphere in which to tell you how she feels. She’s really one for the aesthetic. It’s honestly rather cute, the effort she puts in, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. 

If you’re the first to confess, Lizzie is just delighted. She has butterflies for days, and be prepared for all the secret little messages dictated by high society. I’m talking fan-signals, flower language, the whole package. Even though she loves you earnestly, and even though you know both know it, she’s absolutely going to make the most of the courtship process and all it entails.

James:

We all know how awkward James is about confessing his feelings. He’s been rehearsing for days, and is almost too anxious to do it in the first place. He’s afraid of coming off too strong, and overanalyzes every interaction you’ve had together. He ensures the setting is both pleasant and proper, and though it may seem a little stiff, you’re aware the confession is genuine. That being said, the moment you indicate the feeling is mutual, his composure cracks and he gives you that huge smile he tries so hard to hide. 

If you beat him to it, he’d be shocked. Not only is he surprised that you made the first move, which is so expected of him, but he honestly had no idea you felt that way about him. It takes him a good long time to find the right words to tell you he feels the same, and you’ll have to be patient as he recovers from his astonishment. 

Beckett:

This man is never, ever, going to admit to loving you. He won’t even let himself think about his affection for you. In all truth and honesty, he’s terrified of his feelings, seeing them as a weakness that someone will figure out and exploit. He’s also afraid you won’t feel the same way. How could you? It would take a serious moment of vulnerability—either when something awful happens to you, or when you show him honest tenderness. Either way, it’s completely unexpected and almost unbelievable…until you see the fear in his eyes and realize it’s the truth. 

If you make the first move, Beckett doesn’t think you’re serious. He’s willing to play along, but he figures you want something from him. So he brushes it off, though your words linger in his mind for days after. He’s probably in his office doing paperwork when it hits him that you were being completely serious, and he’s absolutely overcome by it. He makes sure to explain himself when he sees you next; he just didn’t think someone could feel that way about him. 

Barbossa:

Barbossa is, if nothing else, a gentleman at heart. Again, this will likely be a dinner confession, though Hector isn’t nearly as anxious as Elizabeth might be. He’s been around a while, and he��s really only going to say anything if he’s fairly certain you’re interested. He also isn’t offended if you reject—he completely understands why someone wouldn’t want to be with him. He’s relaxed about the whole affair so you never have to feel nervous over any of it. If it turns out you are interested, he’s going to treat you with perfect curtesy and warm affection.

If you’re the first to say anything, Hector’s a bit smug. He might be slightly sheepish that you beat him to it, but overall, he’s happy to hear you say it. He’ll tease you over it in good humor, though he knows you can give as good as you get. He’s secretly happy to hear you say it because he’s insecure about his age. 

[lucycore]

Pirates of the caribbean Reactions

☁️ Fluff ☁️

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Jack smirking cuz u look so adorable and small trying to sound serious before u leave to go on land.

Him realizing that u won't see each other for 10 years and u leaving with tears in ur eyes.

U wanted to hear the truth about his feelings towards u so he proved it while the two of u were alone.

Jack caught him staring at u and yelled it through the whole ship making him pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Him smiling at u for the last time before u leave to go with Jacks crew on the sea.

U brought Jacks compass that beckett desired so much and he smirked at how faithful u are.

U injured ur leg really badly while walking to the fountain of youth and couldn't walk further so Philip offered to help u.

[sweettee18]

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Cutler Beckett x(Child) reader

The Locket

Warning: Tragic story, death

Cutler Beckett had been raising his daughter, Eliza, for nine years since the death of his beloved wife, Ava, an African-American noble woman, daughter of a former pirate king. When Eliza asked about the locket he wore in front of his neck cuff, that’s when he decided that she was old enough to know what became of her mother on that tragic day.

It had been nine years since the death of Cutler Beckett‘s wife, Ava, who left the world, leaving him to raise their daughter, Eliza by himself. With a help from Captain Jack sparrow, her godfather, along with Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann and Governer Swann(He Lives In This Story)😊 . And of course, Captain Hector Barbossa of the Black Pearl.

Ava was known to be the daughter of a former pirate king, who later retired and became a baron. He married, and had a family. A wife, three sons, and four daughters. One of which, was the one Beckett fell in love with, and that was Ava. He never thought that he would fall in love with someone until he laid his eyes on her. Somehow, the pirates, Beckett and EITC made peace and later on, he and Ava married and had little Eliza.

Throughout the years, he became very protective of his daughter, not wanting to lose her too. As she grew older, she began to be very fond of everyone, including Beckett’s right hand man, Mr. Mercer, whom she often called ‘Uncle Ian’, which made Mr. Mercer smile.

One night after supper, as Beckett was tucking Ava into bed, Ava asked her father, “Papa? What is that you wear on your neck cuff?” Lord Beckett looked down at the brooch that she pointed out. “Oh, this was a wedding gift that your mother had given to me on the night after our wedding.” He said as he took off the brooch and opened it. “It is actually a locket that she had given to me after we married.”

Ava looked closely at the picture of her mother. She never thought she looked so beautiful. “How old was I when she passed away?“ Ava asked as she looked at Beckett, who began to have tears in his eyes, knowing that one way or the other she will have to know what happened to her mother.

“ You were just seven weeks old and Captain Jack sparrow had just became your godfather at the time the tragedy occurred.” Beckett said as he did his best not to break down in front of his daughter for he did not wish for her to see him cry.

Nine years ago…..

“Three months after me and your mother married, she discovered she was pregnant with you. I was ecstatic that I was going to be a father. I loved your mother so much. Her smile brought the light in the room. When I first met her, she was a little harsh toward me.

“What was her impression when she first met you?” Beckett looked at his daughter and did his best not to laugh as he said, “At first, she didn’t like me because of my hatred for pirates. What she told me will forever be in the back of my head. She told me the next time she saw me again, I’d better start running. Because she would put her foot so far up my alleyway, it’ll take both the crew of the black pearl and her family to untie her shoe to get it out.

“It wasn’t going to be a good feeling going in and it was not going to feel good coming out.” Eliza began to laugh at her mother’s first impression. “Did she really say that?” Eliza asked. He replied, “Yes, she did and I will never forget it.” “What was she like?” Eliza asked. He replied, “Your mother was beautiful, in the face, in the body and in the mind. Even though she can be cruel to the wicked, but she had a heart of gold and was gentle as a lamb. Any person that she came in contact with loved her, including her sisters and brothers as well.

“All of that changed when one night, her father invited me to dine with him and his family. But the whole time I had my eyes on Ava. That night was a big storm and of course I wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon until it cleared up. Everyone was asleep in their bedrooms until I had a gut feeling something was wrong. I go into Ava’s room and she turned her head and saw me with my sword in my hand and I tell her, ‘don’t move’. I stabbed her pillow. I told her to give me her hand, pulled her out of bed, flipped over the covers with my sword still intact, to reveal a copperhead that laid in waiting to strike her while she slept.

“Everyone rushed in the room to see what was going on. Her father was shocked to see what was in front of him. Almost immediately, he recognized the serpent. He whispered the name of his former rival. sometime after the battle between Captain Jack sparrow and Davy Jones. Somehow we were able to make peace between the Pirates and me.

“After a little while, your mother and I married. And this locket that you hold in your hand was her gift to me on the night of our wedding. Not long after, you were born. I remember the day I held you in my arms. You were so tiny, but yet, very happy and healthy. We decided that we were going to have Jack to be your godfather. We planned on having more children after you’ve turned a year or two. After the christening, that’s when your grandfather’s former rival showed up and pointed his pistol at him, saying that he killed his son during one of their encounters. And now he was going to have to pay with his life.

“He aimed for him, but Eliza threw herself in the way of the bullet, sacrificing herself to make sure that everyone that she cared about lived. I remember I held her in my arms, the same way I held you the day you were born….” Beckett said, as he felt the tears roll down his cheeks. “…. She told me to take care of you to make sure they give you all the love that a mother will give to her child, and she passes in my arms. Your grandfathers rival was apprehended and was sentenced to death by hanging. Not once he showed any remorse for his actions.

End Of Flashback

That is why over the past few years raising you, I’m afraid I was going to lose you too, just like I lost your mother.”

Eliza scooted to her father’s side and placed the locket in his hand and closed it into his fist as she looked up at him and said, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, because as long as I’m here with you, everything will be all right. You will see.” She smiled at her father and then pulled her into a hug.” I love you so much, Eliza. Never forget that.” He said as he hugged her tighter, afraid that she would disappear into thin air. She replied as she hugged him back, “I love you too, Papa.”

They stayed in that position until Eliza fell asleep. He joined behind her and held tight to his chest. His little girl he called ‘his precious gift’ that his wife left him. Even though he wasn’t religious, he looked out the window and saw her cross necklace hanging on the windowsill and whispered, “I love you, Ava. I never stopped loving you, and I never will.”

I hope you guys enjoyed the story. I know it’s sad but I wanted to sit. Want to put in example that not all people are bad. Don’t forget to like comment and share. Have a blessed day everybody.

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Masterlist

Bleach

Akon:

Cuddle HCs

Grimmjow:

Human s/o headcanons

Kenpachi:

Cuddles HCs

Fluff HCs/scenario with strong reader

Muramasa:

Cuddle HCs

Nnoitra:

Cuddle HCs

Shinji:

Cuddle HCs

Starrk:

Fluff headcanons

Ulquiorra:

Fluff headcanons

Descendants

Harry Hook:

fluff headcanons

Ghost Rider

Abigor:

With an asexual reader

Hellsing

Alucard:

Domestic headcanons

Touch starved alucard headcanons

His s/o comforting him after a nightmare headcanons

Pros and cons of Alucard's love Headcanons

Alucard's sleeping habits with and without his s/o Headcanons

Walter:

General/fluff headcanons

Metalocalypse

Magnus Hammersmith:

Fluff one-shot

One Piece

Hody Jones:

Hody with a human s/o

Pirates of the Caribbean

Cutler Beckett:

Clingy Cutler Beckett headcanons

Repo the Genetic Opera

Graverobber:

Fluff headcanons

Pavi Largo:

Insecure Pavi headcanons

Transformers

Ironhide:

(Bayverse)Ironhide x depressed!human!reader one-shot

Soundwave:

(TFP)soundwave x reader: noodle

Vikings

Floki:

Stargazing + cuddles with floki one-shot

Villainous:

Black Hat x demon/eldritch!Reader fluff

[luciadiosa]

Genevieve is such a sweetheart. 😍

and yes I need to write my mermaid fanfiction again. You are right! I have it in my mind. i have to admit Alchelmy of Souls and some other stuff distract me. Soon as I ended the Alchelmy of souls fanficion I will write the mermaid fanfiction again. (it easier for me because I already have a red line for the achelmy of souls fiction. :) )

Since then I will read your, @umgatochamadopercyval, great fanfiction and share it with the world. 🥰😘

Diamond of the sea (James Norrington)

Chapter 1

“Miss Genevieve, may I come in?”

The maid’s voice was a distant thing for Genevieve, who was still well into the dream realm. It was only after being gently shaken that the young woman woke up.

"Good morning Jane" 

she greeted stretching her arms lazily, after moving out of the enormous bed she laid moments ago

"The bath and water are already ready at the washroom for you Miss, alongside the herbs paste you requested" 

the young maid explained while opening the heavy curtains, and allowing sunlight into the spacious room

After eight years living with the Governor, it was easy to think she was Elizabeth's sister, raised to be a proper lady in British society. If it wasn't the fact they were the same age, and Genevive didn't quite look like the family, no one would suspect a thing.

"That is lovely to hear, thank you. I will call for your presence when I’m finished” 

she dismissed before closing the door.

When she entered the washroom, the bathtub was already prepared for her, with cold water filling it to its middle, and in a stool at its side there was a jar of natural water and a small bowl filled with a slime green goo that smelled of seaweed and camomile.

Stripping of her nightgown, Genevive let herself drown in the water, and in seconds instead of her legs there was a sparkling golden mermaid tail, with translucent fins at the end of it, shimmering like gold when the sun passed on it, that matched her hair. With a natural fiber sponge, she cleaned her upper body and face, and later, more carefully, her tail and hair, making sure to not break the skin but also rubbing strong enough to clean it. 

Something about mermaids that most of the stories got true was how fast they weakened at the sun. If they didn’t receive enough water their skin would burn and not long after the mermaid would die. That was one of the reasons they usually liked dark spaces to live in. However, disguising as a human with the Swans, she could not afford that privilege, so as a habit she liked to start her days taking a cold bath, and drinking a full jar of water, which usually was enough. 

She dived her head and cleaned the last bits of goo out of her face and body, feeling ready to end her bath. Using her arms, she lifted herself to the board of the tub and when her tail melted away with a familiar sting, she stepped out of it and draped herself with a towel. 

After that it was the normal process of getting ready for the day: Jane would help her dress herself, this time with something uncomfortable called “corset”, that apparently was the high fashion in London, but she would not make a fuss given it had a new dress with it and more importantly it was a direct request from the Governor.

“You outdone yourself today Jane. It’s impressive” she thanked her, looking one last time at the mirror, and seeing how the blue in the dress complimented her grass green eyes and porcelain skin. 

“Vive, are you ready?” Lizzie voice sounded from the door, a soft knock before

“Lizzie, good morning darling” the door closed with a soft closing 

“Are you feeling nervous for today’s ceremony?” she gossiped while they descended the stairs 

“A bit, actually. Father gave me this new dress and it’s impossible to breathe with the undergarments”

“You look stunning with it though” she reassured her best friend, giving her hand a slight squeeze, before the last steps of the long stair. 

“Elizabeth, Genevieve" Governor Swan greeted “You look absolutely stunning”

“Will” Elizabeth’s face lit up seeing the blacksmith apprentice “It’s so good to see you” a bright smile accompanying the words “I had a dream about you last night” Genevive internally let out a sight, their feelings were obvious to everyone but themselves

“About me?” the boy questioned nervous 

“Is that proper for you…” Weatherby looked uncomfortable

“About the day we met. Do you remember?”

He almost died, and was given a fresh start, he certainly remembers. Lovely start for a conversation. 

“How could I forget Miss Swann?” He smiled charmingly 

“How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?” Lizzie playfully asked 

“At least once more, Miss Swann. As always” he declined politely, but his eyes were regretful, and she seemed unpleased with his awnser, contrary to her father

“There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. We really must be going”

“Good day, Mr. Turner” was the cold goodbye her sister gave, which obviously confused the poor young man. 

“Have a good day, Mr. Turner” was Genevives’s, although hers was warmer in tone.

“Come along” was the Governor’s cue that the carriage was already waiting for them. 

Outside the house the sun shone brightly on their heads, and they soon were inside the vehicle on their way. 

“You should be less harsh on him, Lizzie. Mr. Turner is always polite with you” she whispered to the other, once they were getting to their destination. 

And that was chapter 1.

(@luciadiosa I'm seeing you reading this and I'm waiting your mermaid fic hahahaha)

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Cutler Beckett x wife reader👰🗡

Synopsis: a girl was bought by a lord from her father, her life with her betrothed husband is anything but a fantasy. One evening, they come to good terms.

Warning: slight smut

"You seem quite content, perhaps you were the correct choice after all"

"You stupid girl"

"Foolish yet adequate y/n"

The girl gazed into her husband's eyes full of hatred and loyalty.

[luciadiosa]

Enchanting Mermaid

Part 7

After you know your fate you stay for yourself. So you didn't notice the arrival.

The last days you caught a flu. You didn't really remember the first days. A hot day on deck. You feel the sun burns into you flesh but you got sick. A soldier caught you in the moment you black out.

It was a unusual picture. You woke up. Laying in a comfortable bed. A cool cloth on your forehead. Beckett was letting you sleep in his bed and he read do you of a book. It seemed he worried and cared about you a little.

The fight between got in the background. His words echoed in your ears but he knows how to manipulate you.

On the day the ship sets his anchor you was already ready. You didn't say it but seeing a city like london excites you. You forgot about the upcoming plan. Your mouth desires new food, drinks and sweets. You want to look at all the diffrent dresses and people. Feel and admire the nature and its beauty.

As soon as the plank hit the ground you follow the path down on land. People romp on the harbour.

"Can we explore the city?" you ask Beckett which stops next to you.

His head turns to you. "We have time till our meeting. On the way we can explor it."

With a smile you follow him.Your path led you through the parks, you had treated yourself to tea and pastries. You were allowed to taste the desserts in abundance and you quickly forgot that it was a last meal.

But most of all you fell in love with the new dress. The silk, a light sea-blue like a Caribbean lagoon, shimmered like mother-of-pearl in the light. The ornaments were embroidered in a darker shade of blue and gold. Gentle tendrils at the hem of the dress. These can also be found at the top. At the waist from left to right and across the sweetheart bust. Underneath, however, a blouse that covered everything. But certainly to look at, since the cut emphasized the curves a bit. Unusual.

The matching bow in the hair tied the front section back. So that the face is exposed.When the afternoon sun was high in the sky, you had passed some soldiers. You don't know London, so you don't know where you are. Your eyes lingered on the Magnificent Garden. You step into the square with Cutler, which was behind an archway and wall.

Delighted, you spot a large pond. Surrounded by flowers and some water lilies on it. Without thinking, you are drawn to this one. You walk past a group. Almost through. Without realizing it was the king. Who stopped to look after you.

Masterlist

Tag

@umgatochamadopercyval <3 ;)

[sykhan048]

She is a very beautiful lady,

I started to lose myself in her beauty.

I was intoxicated without even dinking,

She is my beautiful lady,

I'm going to lose myself in her beauty.

[imaginepirates]

Beck and Call

The reader is an employee of Beckett's, working as an entertainer to gather information at social events. While getting a little too close to clientele for Beckett's taste, you're pulled off to an unoccupied room so he can remind you exactly who's in charge. Of course, things get frisky from there.

Please note that the reader is fem. Also know that the fic features a heated makeout session and strip-tease, but no full nsfw content.

@emdrabbles @tesserphantom @viper-official @hellspawn-brownies @groovy-lady @ghoulishbehaviour

~3300 words

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What first caught your eye was the rather loud waistcoat. Even from across the room, the amount of embroidery looked egregious. It was somewhat made up for by the tasteful choices in color, which managed not to clash with each other on the bright fabric. If the Lowell family were known for anything, it was their flamboyance. And annoyingly good hair, you thought to yourself, touching your own lightly to ensure the pins were staying in place. 

The wearer of said offending waistcoat was the youngest of the Lowell boys, quite eager to prove himself to high society. He was a handsome sort, with a sharp jaw and a ready smile, all blonde curls and shining eyes. Open to speaking about anything, too, which was exactly why you were there. 

The boy’s father had just come into a position in the House of Lords, and would be yet another influencing factor on trade. Your job was to make him talk, to see how open his father might be to working with your own employer, a certain Cutler Beckett. Beckett was always looking for political sway, so you were always dragged to social events to eavesdrop. Spying was too harsh a word, he told you, though you knew he’d let you call it whatever you liked as long as the job got done. 

Thankfully, all socials needed entertainers, and entertaining made you just interesting enough to speak to. You could, of course, pose as some highborn lady, but for the Lowell boy, nothing less than the most dazzling performer would do.

You struck a captivating figure, even you had to admit. Beckett had near outdone himself—he wasn’t one to be afraid of dressing you immodestly, but your dangerously low neckline was nothing short of scandalous. Your dress, a dark turquoise mantua the color of stormy seas, was accented by embellishments of white and gold. Tiny satin roses sat along a creme stomacher, and lace spilled out from the elbows of your sleeves and along your collar. False ringlets hung at the sides of your face, giving the illusion you had more hair than a head could hold. Your jewelry, too, had its own extravagance. A pearl necklace lay at your throat in three lengths, and your earrings featured one dangling pearl apiece. 

Truth be told, you felt a little like a trussed up doll, but you supposed that was all you were for the evening anyway. 

You took your place amongst the musicians, keeping an eye on the boy as you went. You made sure to pass by close enough that he had no choice but to notice you, and you blushed prettily as his gaze trailed after you. Eye contact. If you’d learned anything, meeting a man’s eye for a brief moment was more daring, more alluring, than any dress you could ever wear. 

Working for Beckett required a wide range of abilities from you—singing, dancing, pianoforte, social skills—and you were always expected to put them to use. There were the other necessities, sometimes, like good aim, which you preferred to leave to Mercer, but you learned all the same. Tonight, thankfully, all that was required of you was your voice

So you sang. Backed by a small ensemble, you provided the music for partygoers to dance to, raking your eyes over the crowd all the while, taking in the social scene. You stood at the perfect spot for observing who talked to who, and which groups avoided each other, and if anyone’s dress was out of season, and whether or not the Lowell boy accepted drinks from waiters. 

Oh, and Beckett’s piercing gaze. 

Nobody else noticed—nobody else could—as Beckett watched you from the corner of his eye. His stare raked across you, making gooseflesh rise on your arms and a shiver run down the back of your neck. He watched, of course, to make sure you were doing your job, and that his eyes weren’t the only pair drawn to you. But you had been under his employment a long time, and you knew his many looks, and the darkness in this particular look was one he reserved for precious few people. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him direct this look to anyone but yourself, which gave you a little too much satisfaction. 

This look was one of desire, and you’d be damned if you didn’t capitalize on it. Beckett wasn’t the only one who could toy with people. 

The performance over, you mingled with the crowd, graciously accepting compliments and putting on a dazzling smile. It didn’t take long for the boy to be drawn over; his eyes carding over you with clear interest, and you knew it wasn’t just your voice drawing his attention. 

“That was positively breathtaking.” He had a pretty smile, you conceded to yourself, but was full of foppish energy you’d have to brace yourself against. 

“Thank you.” You pretended to be flattered. 

“You’re breathtaking, as well. Wherever did you get that dress?”

The problem, you found, was that he was really and truly interested. All his excitement was genuine, and as much as you hated to use it against him, it was your job. “The silk is from China,” you lied. China sounded much more interesting than Bristol, and he wouldn’t know the difference. 

Soon, he was talking about his father, and you listened to every word. When the topic of spices and textiles arose, you slipped Beckett’s name into the mix, mentioning him as the gifter of your dress. To the Lowell boy, it was nothing more than an offhand comment, but you knew Beckett’s name was in his brain now, and as sure as he was to mention you to his father, he would be mentioning Beckett as well. 

It was when you let him inspect the pearls at your throat that you noticed Beckett’s glare from across the room, hot and fixated on the spot where the boy’s fingers made contact with your skin. You had the sudden feeling you’d done something wrong. Oh, the show you were making of yourself wasn’t truly vital, no, but surely Beckett couldn’t be upset about it. 

Surely he couldn’t be jealous.

Mercer appeared by your shoulder in short order, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m afraid the songbird is needed elsewhere,” he drawled. “I’m sure she’ll be back in not too long.”

“Oh, of course.” The boy smiled, bidding you farewell. “For you, I can wait.” 

You rather hoped he didn’t.

You let Mercer drag you away from the crowd, though his iron grip on your arm wasn’t wholly necessary. You had no doubt who the order had come from—you were at the man’s beck and call. A thrill ran through you; you couldn’t help but feel a little excited. After all, you’d succeeded in making the famously well-restrained Cutler Beckett snap under the weight of jealousy. But you were apprehensive, too. There was no telling just how he would react, and though you weren’t afraid, necessarily, you were aware he could cause you discomfort without doing harm. 

Mercer pulled you into a library, oak shelves making a maze of the room. At the back, Beckett sat in a comfortable looking chair, rising unhurriedly to greet you. He gave you a casual once-over before turning away to inspect a row of exotic artifacts, affecting disinterest.

“You’ve taken quite the shining to the Lowell boy.” 

“Well,” you started, taking on the same air, “shining is the word to describe me tonight. You’ve made sure of that.”

He turned back to you then, regarding you darkly. He wouldn’t fall for any of your charm; at least, he’d be aware of your acting. You couldn’t fool him. 

But you didn’t need to. Despite trying to make it look otherwise, he’d already given away his attraction to you, and it only felt right to give him what he made you give others. You couldn’t get shy on him now—that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted your acting, even if he knew that’s what it was. You were a performer, and he liked a show.

“Your…enthusiasm…in tonight’s assignment was unparalleled. I’ve never seen you take such an interest in any of our potential clients before.” Beckett looked up at you through dark lashes. “Though,” he paused, brows knitting together ever so slightly, “I do wonder why that boy in particular caught your attention.”

You fingered one of the small roses adorning your dress, trying very hard to seem like you weren’t thinking critically about your answer. “Oh,” you sighed, letting your chest rise and fall a little more than natural, “you know how it is. He’s young and pretty and has so many stories and so much energy. One can’t help but get pulled into his halo of excitement.”

Beckett snorted. “Please. You’re too smart to find any substance in that sort of personality.”

“It’s not his personality I need to find substance in.”

Beckett’s eyes flashed with an intensity you’d never seen, dangerous. You were in deep waters now, you realized, and there was no backing out. 

“Of course,” you continued, “we would need an empty room and locking doors. I’m sure you could procure something of the sort, given our current atmosphere.” You waved a hand, vaguely gesturing at the library. Then, you stilled, looking back at Beckett with your brows raised as if a thought had only just now occurred to you. “You weren’t hoping for something similar, dragging me in here, were you?”

Lighting quick, Beckett had one of your wrists in his hand, pulling you closer, his breath ghosting across the shell of your ear. “I know what you’re doing. I wouldn’t test me, if I were you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and the nerves in your wrist crackled with some electric impulse triggered by Beckett’s touch. It took everything in you not to gasp. You hadn’t expected his hold to be so tight, but he kept you in a vice grip, and you knew then and there you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. 

You steeled your nerves. This was a game, and you had to make your next move, risky as it felt. 

“Or what?” You whispered low in his ear. Your free hand made its way to the joint between his shoulder and chest as if to steady yourself on him, a teasing touch. He breathed deeply against it, and the light press of your fingertips became the flat of your palm.

“Or I’ll show you just what can be done in an empty library.”

He pulled away abruptly, a tidal wave of relief cascading over you. The onslaught wasn’t over, of course, but he was giving you a respite, and though you weren’t admitting defeat quite yet, you’d take it. 

Beckett sat back in the chair, relaxing, a smirk resting on his face. “Go on then. Show me how you would seduce this boy.”

You nearly balked at the suggestion. Whatever you’d been expecting, it wasn’t this—this forwardness, so casually put, not a trace of hesitancy to be seen. You only wondered for a brief moment whether he was serious; the confidence in his deepening smirk told you all you needed to know. 

You straightened. Beckett wasn’t going to back down, and his words weren’t a suggestion. They were an order. That thought alone made you weak at the knees.

Always start slow. This was a seduction, and a seduction called for a certain amount of teasing. Anticipation was the true key; keep your voyeur waiting until they simply couldn’t wait any longer, until they became too enthralled to turn away. You began with the pins at the back of your dress, letting the pleats and folds in the back fall with each steel fastening removed. Heavy fabric settled on the floor, the back of the dress now more of a train. 

Beckett was still perfectly composed, but the effect of your efforts was clear. His eyes followed your every movement keenly. You took advantage of it, having nowhere to set the pins but the small desk beside him. You bent down, allowing him a good look at your décolletage, and you were gratified to see him draw in a breath. 

Next to go was the stomacher, also pinned in place. Here, the true divestment began. Once the stomacher was off, the front of your stays would be on full display. You’d known Beckett a long time, and he’d seen you in plenty of compromising positions, but never like this. 

Eye contact, you reminded yourself. More alluring than any dress. More alluring than any undress. 

Beckett settled back in his chair as the stomacher came undone, staring openly at the space it previously occupied. You wondered how often he’d had the chance to see women’s undergarments so personally, but waved that though away, bringing your hands up to the ruffled sides of your bodice and slowly, ever so slowly, peeled it off your shoulders and let it drop to the ground. 

Beckett readjusted in his seat. You could hear his breathing, now, and his lips sat slightly parted, as if he could taste you on the air. Your arms, now bare, felt the chill of the library acutely. If you shivered, it wasn’t from the cool alone—Beckett’s eyes raked over you with undisguised lust, making it hard for you to keep from blushing. You were all petticoats, well beyond the definition of improper. 

You untied your silk skirt, a matching turquoise to the bodice, never taking your eyes off Beckett’s own, even as his wandered. You had to slip it off over your head, but you managed it smoothly. That too you dropped on the floor, letting it slide right out of your fingers. 

Beckett’s eyes met yours again, though you could tell he was getting impatient. You loosed the panniers from your sides where they hung to give your skirt its volume, dangling them from your fingers. You walked towards him, setting the small hoops down atop the pins you’d put next to him. Precious little covered you; your modesty was saved by your chemise, though you didn’t expect it to last. 

For a long moment, you and Beckett stared at each other. You were close enough to touch, but he refrained from reaching out, clearly interested in what you would do next. 

“May I use the chair?” You didn’t wait for a response, raising one foot to the seat just next to Beckett’s thigh. Your stockings had to go, and you began untying the garter fastened just above your knee, your chemise now hiked up to reveal a sliver of skin. One of Beckett’s hands moved, seemingly involuntary, and you smiled, shaking your head. 

“Look, don’t touch.”

Beckett’s eyes snapped up to yours. It was your turn to give orders, and you weren’t about to play fair. You unlaced your garter, dropping it in Beckett’s lap. Then, inch by inch, you rolled down your stocking, only divesting yourself of it when you were sure Beckett felt tortured by it. He exhaled, resting his head against the back of the seat. But he smiled—a genuine smile—and you knew you were doing the right thing. 

“Dear god,” he breathed, still watching as you undid your other stocking. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man. Otherwise I’d already have you bent over a desk somewhere.”

The way he’d grabbed you earlier, you didn’t doubt it. “And have everything over with so quickly?” you teased. “That’s no fun.”

“You have a point. Though, if you keep me waiting much longer, I might not be able to help myself.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you blushed a little in spite of yourself. 

The moment your other stocking hit the floor, Beckett was out of his seat, spinning you around to press you against the wall. You gasped but didn’t resist, relishing a little in the way his hands explored you, running down your sides and pulling you closer by the hips. His lips brushed your neck, and you tilted your head to give him better access. 

The first kiss seared your skin. You found purchase in the back of his waistcoat, digging your fingers into the fabric to steady yourself. He continued his administrations down to your shoulder, where his teeth drew your attention to the soft bite he left above your collarbone. You couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped you. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have marks littering your skin come morning, and they’d be on display for everyone to see. You considered that this very thing might be his intent, but his lips at the tops of your breasts distracted you entirely. 

You felt his smirk more than saw it, and you knew he was taking great satisfaction in all the little noises you kept making. His touch became hampered by your stays, but he hardly seemed bothered. 

“Be good for me and turn around, yes?” He murmured.

You complied immediately, shocked by how quickly he made work of the lacings. You couldn’t help but wonder whether he ever meant to kiss you properly. A hint of disappointment wormed its way into your brain; you liked what Beckett was doing to you, that couldn’t be denied, but you didn’t want it to be all he did. You didn’t want to be a fling. If you were being honest with yourself, you longed for him to care about you, and you longed for him to show it.

You turned back to him appraising you, eyes raking over your form. The only thing covering you was your chemise, though you felt naked under his gaze. 

“Kiss me.” You disguised your plea with as much confidence as you could muster. For a moment, you feared he wouldn’t understand, or that he would reject you outright, but all worry was wiped away as his lips crushed against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs with its intensity. 

You were both panting when you parted, though Beckett looked like he could kiss you until he suffocated. The idea both thrilled and concerned you. You reached out, cupping his face in your hands, watching the surprise on his face turn to mild desperation as he leaned into your touch. You pulled him in again for a gentler, more tender kiss, and he sighed against your lips. 

You’d never seen such softness in him before, and you were almost afraid of breaking him. His pupils, blown wide, remained fixed on you in a sort of daze, and to your great astonishment, a blush had crept up his cheeks. 

He hadn’t anticipated this, either, you thought. This tenderness is more intimate to him than any power-play could ever be. You could explore him like this forever, you realized. Gentleness was something foreign to him, but he lost himself in it, needed it terribly. 

Before you could get any further, a knock at the door had you pulling away from each other, gasping for breath and trying to shake off the little world you’d gotten so lost in. 

Mercer slipped in, paying you and your state of undress no mind. He didn’t seem surprised in the slightest to see you both unkempt. “Lord Lowell has an interest in speaking with you, Sir. It seems the youngest Lowell boy has been talking with his father about you.”

“Ah.” Beckett recovered his composure with impressive speed. “I’m glad to hear our little bird sung so sweetly as to sway him.” He looked at you teasingly. Mercer stepped out, affording you some privacy and Beckett a moment to get himself back together. “An unfortunate interruption. Though I do hope you won’t mind resuming later?” You were pleased to see a glint of hope in his eye—he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to pretend.

“Oh,” you leaned in, whispering in his ear, “I’m counting on it. I’m still not sure you’ve shown me quite everything one can do in an empty library.”

I've never put dividers in my fics before, so please tell me if you liked them!

[lucycore]

Pirates of the caribbean imagine

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Pov: If u were the captains daughter/they were fathers

☁️ Fluff ☁️

Blackbeard:

Ur just like Angelica. Hot, Badass and the first mate

Unlike ur father, u still have a warm heart

Ur beautiful and a pirates queen

Always dressed nicely and a very good with swords.

U would give ur life for ur dad as u love him very much

He wouldn't spend much time with u as he sits locked away all the time but u still could feel his love for u

U will be always his little girl and beloved daughter

Davy jones:

Ur a mermaid but not like those on whitecap bay.

Ur mom drank during her pregnancy from the fountain of youth and that's how u became a mermaid

Ur the queen of the seas and ur beauty brought a lot of unfortunate sealers to u

Ur voice is angel like and there are many legends of u

The whole crew adores u and won't let a hair fall from ur head.

Ur clothes would be very soft looking and match ur petite body

As cold and cruel as ur father is, he still has some love left which is all urs

He would only open his heart to u and be who he really is

Barbossa:

U would have a rivalry with Angelica

U would rather be softer but some of a baddie as well

U love listening to ur dad's stories about the see and ur sweet looks could melt everyones heart

U would be bothered by Jack and strictly follow ur dads orders and every step

He would adore u and never let harm happen to u.

U would be always dressed elegantly but still in a pirate kinda way.

He would always bring u with him and teach u about the pirates life

The both of u would make a lot of jokes and eat apples together

U rather prefer using guns but can also swing a sword

James norrington:

U would dislike pirates but still be on the sea when ur dad allows it

He's very strict about that but only for ur own good

He would be very protective over u and even gives his life

He would tell u a lot of stories and poems, read books to u or just spend the evening talking with u

He's a soft and warm hearted dad

U would be dressed very elegant but still wear pants

U look just like an angel

Ur also very clingy when it comes to ur dad

He's a very proud dad

Cutler beckett:

Yeah u would be a real princess

Not as arrogant as ur dad but u definitely like to order people around

Ur dad would make every wish of u come true

U would be always very elegant and expensive dressed

He would rarely let u come on the ship with him

He wants u to rather stay on land and rule at home while he's gone.

After his death u took his place as a strict lord

U will get whatever u want but still be thankful and sweet

He will always give u little but expensive gifts as he loves to see u smile

Yes he can be good but only to u