#William Turner X Reader

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Not Just A Pirate

Pairing: Will Turner x F!Reader, Jack Sparrow x F!Reader (Platonic) Read the First Part: Pirate

"I swear if I hear you singing one more time, I will see to it that your execution will be the most grotesque, agonizing experience of your entire life," You seethed, teeth barring to see the lovely Jack Sparrow in the cell just across from you. He was on the floor, hands waving around as if composing an orchestra. It had been hours inside the gloomy place and as each second passed, you could feel your sanity slipping away. Jack shifted his neck to face your sitting form, legs sprawled out with your hands clasped around your ears to shut him out. He stopped his incessant humming and sent you a frown,

"Look, love, I say we get used to this. I mean, if we were to die, at least we died tog-" He began before being cut off by the roar of your voice,

"I would rather stick nails into my ears than hear your voice again!" You leaned forward with a scowl.

"Oi, quit it! 'm tryna get some sleep!" Another prisoner from down the hallway bellowed, and you groaned in response as you slumped your head downwards. You glanced up momentarily to see Jack propping his head with an elbow, eyeing you with a look of judgment.

"It's not half as bad as you make it out to be… it could be worse," He scoffed.

"How so?" You sneered with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, you could be stuck with that blacksmith," Jack pointed out, and you threw your hands in the air, immediately getting onto your feet.

"Don't even bother talking to me about him. That insolent, brainless, scummy, disgusting pile of-"

"Woah, woah, woah, now. Have some decorum," Jack snickered, but he instantly winced when he heard you kicking the metal bars of your cell. Pacing back and forth, all you could think about was the events of yesterday. Having been abandoned by Jack, you had finally found the idiot and then minutes later got arrested for piracy… and then of course, whatever stupidity happened at night. You had slept through the whole commotion, and as you best put it for Jack who kept trying to wake you up, you "couldn't be more bothered when death was waiting". Perhaps your outlook on the situation would've been different if you weren't confined in the tiny cell, you couldn't even use the bathroom in peace without having to yell at Jack to turn around.

"You're like my sister!" Jack had cried out, which was followed by,

"Even more a reason to turn your bloody head around!"

A quick nap would clear your mind - and also block out Jack's humming again - and so you laid down against the hay and closed your eyes, trying to tune out any noise at all. You rarely ever slept because dreams were something you feared. Jack had told you before that dreams always revealed your inner desires, but you knew very well that none of your desires could ever match the horrors you were seeing in your head. It was a strange place to be in, and your heart thumped against your chest when you saw the flicker of Davy Jones, his eyes boring into your soul. The connection still made no sense to you, and as you tossed and turned on the makeshift bed, you could feel your arms being tightened by an unknown being, one that intended for you to meet your doom sooner than later.

Waking up with a start, you panted heavily and clutched onto your head, feeling extremely lightheaded. The only that snapped you back to your reality was Jack exclaiming,

"Oh, my pretty princess has finally awoken!"

You grumbled at his words, hating the stupid nickname. It was a running joke at first because you had refused to sleep on the Black Pearl unless certain conditions were met, to which Gibbs had jokingly stated, "The pretty princess wishes for some beauty sleep!" and right then, your fate was solidified on board. You could feel the anger boiling within you and you rolled your eyes,

"Call me that one more time, I dare-" The words fell short when you noticed the man from earlier at the blacksmith's shop standing there with wide eyes. You glanced between him and then Jack, and then back to him before the memories of what had transpired because of him played back in your head. Within seconds, you had begun to claw at the metal of the bars, trying to grab him and bash his skull, "You idiot! You moron! You buffoon!"

Will took a step back, turning to Jack with a confused expression, "Are you sure you need her to get back Miss Swan?"

"Mate, if we don't bring her with us, she'll kill us before we even get to Barbossa," Jack exclaimed, shaking his head as he continued to watch your pathetic attempts at trying to get Will.

Will didn't like to openly ogle at women as much as the other men in Port Royal. He thought it was very rude and an unpleasant experience, nonetheless. He's seen the blacksmith swigging down a bottle of rum, a crude remark escaping his lips only to be met with the firm backhand of a woman walking down the street. He remembered wincing at the scene, quickly averting his eyes to perfect the sword in his hands. The last thing he needed was to get reprimanded for neglecting his work. His eyes, however, could not look at any other being except for you. The image of you towering above his form with a sword pointed just below his chin was forever engraved into his mind. It had been the very moment that he wondered if he could see you once more. His ego wouldn't accept his attraction to you, though, because you were, after all, a pirate. Jack Sparrow's companion, and by the shapes of it, his worst nightmare because you made sure to make his life a miserable hell with any given moment that you two were alone.

"I doubt the princess herself would wish for you to save her," You snorted, shaking your head as you pushed past some men on the streets of Tortuga. Will trailed behind, a frown etched on his features.

"Miss Swann is a childhood friend of mine. Friends will stick together, and considering who you have as company," He paused, jabbing his thumb towards the direction of Sparrow sauntering up to a woman, "I can see you know nothing about having a good friend."

You sneered at him, pausing in your tracks to poke his chest, "Jack is a brother to me, annoying as he is but he's a brother. We've fought many battles together, so it's best if you shut your trap before I cut that tongue of yours."

He smirked at your words, which made your face fall just for a brief second. He wasn't intimidated at all, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch. You almost forgot that you two weren't the only ones in the street before you heard Jack cry out,

"Oi! You two! Enough with the sightseeing, we have a business to attend to!"

You glanced over your shoulder at Will who continued to stare at you, his lips slightly curved upwards. You merely shook your head, convincing yourself that your lack of sleep was getting to you and you scurried off to Jack, deciding to stick by him for the rest of the night.

"Ah, if it isn't the pretty princess!" Gibbs cheered as you entered the tavern. You groaned, rolling your eyes, especially since you could faintly hear Will snicker in the background. You shot him a quick glare before turning back to Gibbs,

"Alright, cut it out. Not funny," You hissed, seating yourself next to Jack as he began to ramble about the mission at hand. Against your own will, you shifted in your seat to get a better look at Will who was standing in the corner, observing his surroundings. Being around so many pirates was probably an overwhelming experience for him. Aside from that, you knew his stance on piracy; hell, it was the reason you were in that prison cell in the first place. You snuck off to where he stood, offering him a jug of rum but he politely declined, assuring you that the last thing he wanted to do was get wasted, especially when he had more prominent things on his mind.

"Like what?" You asked, taking a sip of the drink.

"Like how someone like you could possibly be a pirate," He responded with no hesitation. Your eyes widened, the rum still cascading into your mouth as you tried to come up with something snarky in response. What ever did he mean by that?

"You saying I'm incompetent to be a pirate?" You scoffed, noticing the way his brows furrowed,

"No. I say you have every skill, even more than Jack-"

"Don't insult Jack, you haven't seen his potential," You wagged your finger at him, "You don't know anything about him."

"I don't know anything about you either, but judging by what I've seen in the past few days, it's very clear to me."

"Yeah, what's clear?"

"You…" He paused for a moment before continuing, "You are the only good thing piracy has to offer."

"I thought you said you hate pirates," Your voice had gotten quieter, unsure if you wanted to continue this conversation or not. You had gotten so used to starting fights, looting, and arguing with almost everyone that hearing words like this made your head spin.

"I did. I hate most pirates… not all, though," Will responded, finally taking your cup to take a large gulp of the rum. He smiled at you, one that made your knees a little weak and made your heart flutter a bit more. He stepped out of the tavern, sending you one final glance for the night before leaving you alone to your thoughts. You looked down at the rum in your hands, admiring the way the liquid swashed around in the jug.

It was half full and you smiled to yourself.

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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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Imagine Devy Jones's, Barbossa's, Jack's and William's lover fighting Infront of them.

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Reader:"Elizabeth you can't go with Sao Feng HE IS PIRATE!!"

Elizabeth:"I HAVE ENOUGH EXPERIENCE WITH PIRATES!!"

Calypso:"HEY I RELEASED IT NOW THAT HE THINKS YOU ARE ME!! WHY DO PIRATES THINK THAT GODDESSES NEED TO BE SOME WHITE BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRLS?!"

Angelica:"HEYYY STOP THIS SHIT!!"

Meanwhile our pirates were sitting at the table on ship watching there lovers fighting.

Jack:"Shouldn't we stop them??"

They all looked at eachother.

Them:"NAHHHHH!!"

And took a sip of there alcohol.

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❝ in vain, d. o’hara.❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… declan o’hara x cameron cook

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… emotional cheating, fingering, handjobs, vulgarity, masturbation, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, infidelity.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… (cont.) declan finds himself pining after cameron, unable to get her and their salacious tryst out of his mind despite his efforts. cameron relinquishes control as her mind wanders on declan.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… this is part two of in vain. whether there’ll be a part three is undecided at the moment. and here’s why: but enjoy nonetheless!

He tries to stop thinking about her.

But his efforts are proven futile as she seemingly invaded his mind to the point where she’s all that he thinks about. He doesn’t know how it got to this point; how his infatuation and attraction became this deep, to where he can’t function properly without reminiscing on their salacious tryst.

The memory mockingly taunts him especially at night when he’s laid fully awake in bed — almost a prisoner to his insomnia and the only thing that distracts him from his troubles are the vivid memories of Cameron. Of how he felt inside of her, at how her cunt accommodated perfectly to the girth of him as he stretched her open, at the pretty little noises that she made every time he fucked all eight inches of himself inside of her, at how perfect she is. 

He found himself enticed by her; not only by her ethereal beauty but by her brazen personality. From their very first introduction, Declan was mesmerized by her — completely captivated at how strong-willed and unapologetic she was. He had never encountered someone like her; someone that frustrated him but also piqued his interest. 

She was also fucking stubborn and often made brash decisions without a seconds thought of the repercussions. But she was great at her job and possibly one of the best producers he’s ever worked with. She told him to forget about their hookup, but how could he possibly do that when she was the only thing that occupied his mind?

He groaned, palming his hands over his face as he chided himself for his petulant-like crush. It was ridiculous, pining over someone else when he should’ve been putting forth this kind of effort in repairing his marriage, especially since he knew that Cameron was still emotionally unavailable. 

But he couldn’t help it. 

He’d gotten a taste of her and immediately became addicted. Declan sighed deeply as he stared vacantly at the ceiling — usually in occasions like this when he couldn’t sleep, he’d wake Maud with a hand between her thighs and his mouth kissing feverishly at her neck. And they’d fuck slowly against the mattress until Declan exhausted himself and he was able to sleep again. 

His mind wasn’t on Maud nor was he mourning the loss of her touch that usually offered him comfort in this type of situation. It was on Cameron, always on Cameron. He murmured a low curse of frustration as he lowered his eyes to his lap where he feels the swelling of his cock twitching against the fabric of his briefs.

Was it appropriate to jerk off to thoughts of your coworker? No. But he was so fucking horny and he felt his cock aching desperately in pain for relief that he absentmindedly disregarded the moralities of his actions and roughy tugged his briefs over his hips before wrapping a hand around his cock. 

He feels weak as he succumbs to his sexual frustration but he decides that he’ll deal with that after he’s satiated his libido.

Declan licks his lips, palming his turgid cock in his hands. He brushes his thumb over the tip smearing together the precum and using it as a lubricant to slick himself up. His chest heaves in spasms, breaths come out rugged and labored through his flared nostrils, eyes squeeze shut as he firmly wrapped his fingers around the engorged flesh and tugged his hand upward in a fluid motion.

He shudders, murmuring a low “fuck,” underneath his breath as he twisted his wrist and continued the fluid tugs.

He allows his mind to wander on Cameron; imagining that it was her hands that were jerking him off instead of his own, imagining how vocal and filthy she would be as she engaged in teasing him. Declan’s hips rolled in tandem against his hands as he tugged with vigor — he pictures Cameron’s succulent pink lips around his cock sucking him until he’s completely boneless and milked dry. 

Declan’s jaw clenched as his jerking movements hastened. He spreads his legs further open, giving himself more space as he twisted and tugged at his cock. Parts of him wants to delay his orgasm so that he could keep indulging in his thoughts of Cameron but his body is desperate for a release — with him already feeling it creeping up on him in the way his abdomen clenched and toes curled in the fabric of his socks. “Cameron,” He grunts, biting so harshly on his lower lip that he tasted the salty bitterness of blood stinting from the bruise.

He stifles his moan behind pursed lips, wary of inadvertently waking his daughters who were only feet away down the hallway. He cums messily, the milky fluid skeets over his stomach and thighs and even spills a bit on the bedsheets. His body goes lax as it releases; his pulse slows and his breathing steadies as he laid there in the filth of his fluids.

…

What was Declan’s issue?

Why did he feel the need to insert himself and his unwanted opinion about her relationship with Tony? Sure, there were times where she questioned the logic behind her loyalty to him too but that didn’t give Declan the right to speak on something that he didn’t know.

She’s had enough of people doing that and usually whenever someone made an offhanded remark about it she would either disregard it with insouciance, not even bothering to respond or she would curse them out to the point where they’d cower away and refrain from ever speaking about it again.

She wasn’t embarrassed that everyone at the office knew about them, she just preferred that her business remained private. She already dealt with the struggles of maintaining space in a predominantly white and male oriented career, she didn’t need anyone making assumptions about her acquiring her position because of a man. She knows the truth of how hard she worked to get to the position of where she’s at and that she didn’t need to prove her worth to anyone. 

But for some reason, she found herself caring about Declan’s opinion. She has always respected him — even when she first met him and he made the foolish mistake of assuming she was his assistant instead of the head producer. Declan O’Hara had made a name for himself in television journalism in a way that Cameron idolized and she found herself excited that he came to their network to further it. 

Maybe that’s why she was offended when he referred to her as naive. She wasn’t naive; she knew the terms of their situation and accepted it as such. (Okay, maybe she wanted more from him — like not being limited to hotel rooms every time she wanted to go out on a date with him but still — she knew there was only so much she could get from Tony.)

Declan doesn’t know Tony. 

Not like she does. 

He cares about her and their relationship is sacred to him as it is to her. It’s important and real — and she doesn’t even know why she’s so insistent on trying to rationalize this as if his opinion changed anything. She needed to stop thinking about it, about him. 

What happened that day in the bathroom had become a distant memory. Sure, it was undeniably the best sex that she’s ever had but she knows that it would only remain as such because Declan had a wife and despite his brief moment of infidelity, she could tell that he still loved her.

But the harder she attempted to resist the more she thought about it. She sighed, turning her head as she looked over at Tony who lay sprawled out on the mattress beside her. He had fallen asleep as soon as they finished — snoring loudly in his post coital bliss.

She bit her lip as guilt ridden thoughts surfaced. When they were having sex, she found her mind wandering on Declan. 

Maybe it wasn’t fair to compare but she noticed that Tony’s kisses were different from Declan’s; not having the same vigor to where she felt breathless and weak kneed whenever he kissed her. She attempted to convince herself that it was because she was familiar to Tony’s touch so her being with someone new heightened new realizations that she wasn’t aware of. 

But even when he reached down and slid his finger over her clothed cunt — she didn’t feel the same throb of excitement that spread through her and sent avid shivers down her spine like it did that day in the bathroom when Declan touched her.

Cameron ignored the void of his touch and continued to kiss and grind against the thickness of his fingers; hoping that her arousal would begin to come. But there was this feeling of irritation that emerged instead; his fingers felt wrong. They were too callused and the pressure of his fingers irritated her skin, and he didn’t curl them deep enough to where she actually felt any stimulation.

“Let’s just get in bed,” She suggested warily after growing exasperated from her prolonged arousal, already shimmying her thong over her hips and down her thighs.

She undressed herself wanting to hasten the process.

Tony attempted foreplay — he kissed the inside of her thighs, bit at her neck and fondled her nipples until they become stout and erect. It was unceremonious when he slid his cock inside of her; there was a faint pain that spread when he stretched inside of her but that pain immediately subsided. He grabbed her by the hips, aligning their pelvises and then stroked himself inside of her in a fluid thrust.

And as Cameron laid there listening to the rugged pants of his breath against her ear, she wondered if sex with Tony was always this bad or had Declan set some unfair precedent that he had failed to meet? Whatever the answer was she knows that sex wasn’t supposed to be like this — to where she was inwardly waiting for it to be over so he could pull out of her and crawl off of her.

Tony came thick and messy and his body shivered on top of her as he panted loudly against her hair. “That was amazing,” He murmured, chuckling as he brushed her hair out of her face so that he was able to look down at her.

Cameron only nodded, pursing her lips in a tight feeble smile knowing that if she responded verbally that he would’ve been able to hear the lie in her voice.

She didn’t even cum. 

He left her frustrated and dry, inconsiderate of reciprocating the pleasure. 

(Declan would never do that.

He made sure she came twice, even encouraged it to the point of desperation.) 

Fuck. 

Why was she thinking about him again?

She needed to stop — 

She knows that she needs to. 

But then she feels herself ache at the memory of Declan being inside of her. At how full she felt at the thickness of his cock penetrating her, at now attentive and caring he was as he held her, and how he had her cuming so hard that her body trembled from the exertion.

Cameron breathed softly through her parted lips as she squeezed her thighs together, hoping that it would relieve the ache. But then she throbs and she’s choking out a soft sob at the stimulation. She looks over at Tony again, assuring that he was still in his deep slumber. 

She curses out loud, scolding at her lack of self preservation as she slides her hand underneath the elastic waistband of her underwear, descending lower until she reached the slickness of her cunt.

Her body trembles uncontrollably against the gentlest brush of her fingers against the sensitive flesh. She bites back a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut and grinds her hips against her two arousal fingers that puckered inside of her. Needing more — she reaches a hand up and palmed her breast; teasing her thumb over the flaccid skin until it swells from her touch. She’s overwhelmed by stimulation of her fingers fucking herself and the feeling of her sore breasts against her hands. 

And she moans louder, despite her efforts, when she thinks about Declan’s hands being in her place. Her pussy clenches tightly around her fingers, swallowing them whole. She’s thrusting so hard that the mattress creaks beneath her — and her earlier trepidation about not waking Tony is lost in the void as her only focus is cuming. Her back arches, mouth falls agape as she feels it pool out of her.

Her cunt flutters from the sensitivity.

She removes her hand from her underwear and releases her grip on her breast as she attempts to steady her breathing. 

Tony stirs next to her, sinking his head further against the pillow as he found himself succumbing to his exhaustion again; completely oblivious to the fact that Declan had given her the orgasm she’s been seeking all night. 

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the bonds we break (killick x reader x turner)

But now, caught between their cold stares, warm smiles and sweaty uniforms, you wondered if their bond would ever recover—or if love always came at the cost of something precious.

tags: drabble, angst, threesome, breedingkink, no use of y/n, no dialogue, unprotected, smoke.

It was 1938, a year soaked in glamour and unrest, where movies dazzled, parties flourished, and military men strutted in their immaculate uniforms. But for you, it was a fragile solace, a reprieve from the year before—a year you could only describe as the worst. The memory of that harrowing time had been banished to the shadows of your mind, replaced by the vivid recollection of meeting two brothers.

They were opposites in spirit, yet eerily alike in appearance, as if sculpted from the same marble. Dark hair framed their pale faces, their rosy lips soft yet somber, and their oceanic blue eyes—cold and unyielding, like a storm just passed. They were beautiful, almost unnervingly so, but their allure lay not just in their looks but in the profound dichotomy they represented.

William Killick, the elder, carried an air of gravitas that made people stand still. His presence was cloaked in mystery, his pain concealed behind the wisps of smoke curling from his expensive cigarettes. Every movement, every word, hinted at a history he would never share, a heaviness he bore alone. He was serious and intense, like a thundercloud waiting to break, yet there was something undeniably magnetic about him.

Then there was Robbie Turner, the younger brother, whose innocence shone like a light in the dim world around him. His smile carried a warmth that William seemed to have forgotten. Robbie’s eyes brimmed with hope, a naive optimism that made you wonder how he could still believe in goodness when the world seemed to fall apart. Unlike William, who seemed defined by despair, Robbie was untouched by war, unscarred by its horrors—or so it seemed.

You couldn’t help but be drawn to both, caught between the brooding darkness of William and the gentle radiance of Robbie. They were two halves of a coin, two conflicting forces pulling you in opposite directions. And somewhere in the middle, you stood, wondering if love could survive a war of hearts.

You weren’t the type to seek out the bustling world of pubs and parties. Your friends, ever quick with their jabs, often teased you for being a hopeless introvert, the kind of girl who’d never catch a husband. Not that you cared—marriage wasn’t a prize you longed to win, and the notion of trading your youthful freedom for the chains of children and housework felt almost laughable. And yet, your footsteps began leading you to the pub with surprising regularity, drawn by something—or rather, someone—you couldn’t quite resist.

It was there, in the dim haze of laughter and cigarette smoke, that your gaze often lingered on the two brothers. Your eyes darted toward Captain Killick’s icy stare, unwavering and calm, before drifting to Robbie Turner’s softer, gentler features, with a smile that could defeat the devil himself. There were moments, fleeting and stolen, when you allowed yourself to wonder—what would it be like if one of those perfect faces, those striking blue eyes, were mirrored in a child of your own? The thought startled you, the idea of their creations taking shape within your womb—a fantasy you were quick to push aside but never fully able to banish.

They weren’t oblivious to your interest. It was Killick who made the first move, sliding a drink across the bar with a confidence that was both commanding and disarming. His dominance, the natural aura of a man accustomed to leading, brought an unexpected warmth to your chest. For the first time, the idea of a domestic life—tied to a man as formidable as he—didn’t seem entirely unbearable.

Robbie, meanwhile, lingered on the edges of your thoughts, a quieter kind of presence. He didn’t fight for your attention, nor did he compete with his brother’s boldness. Instead, he watched from a distance, his kindness untainted by the sharp edges of ambition or dominance. It was as though he had already surrendered his own feelings for you, yielding to Killick in an act of selfless devotion. After all, William was at the age when men married, when they started families. It seemed only natural for Robbie to step aside and let his brother take the lead.

But it was precisely that selflessness, that pure-heartedness, that made your heart ache for him. Unlike Killick, whose rugged charm hinted at darker depths awakening desire, Robbie felt untouched by the roughness of manhood—a softness you found yourself longing to preserve. You stood at the edge of a precipice.

You weren’t quite sure how it had happened—how you’d found yourself naked nestled between the two brothers, their perfectly pressed uniforms brushing against your body as they leaned in, each vying for your attention, to your heart. Their moans filled the air, both determined to outdo the other, throwing witty marks and charming kisses your way, their voices laced with laughter while they see you arching your back, panting luscious on their hands.

William, ever the commanding presence, was the one to fill you from your delicate hole, his deep voice and moans carrying the kind of authority that silenced a room. But Robbie, with his gentleness and boyish charm, was genuinely happy to watch you drool on the length of his manhood, his eyes lit up in triumph to get a single drop of your DNA that he could think of when he was alone at the war.

You could sense the tension crackling between them, as the bed underneath you, a subtle undercurrent of competition bubbling beneath their polished exteriors, pumping inside you their seed, making true your wonder to have a baby of theirs, precisely Killick, who took his fingers inside to not waste any drop of his sperm, already wondering your extended belly and swelling tits.

For the first time, you began to see cracks in their relationship, fissures carved by the growing question of who truly deserves your attention. You hadn’t meant to cause this rift, hadn’t imagined that their affection for you could wedge itself between them so profoundly. But now, caught between their cold stares, warm smiles and sweaty uniforms, you wondered if their bond would ever recover—or if love always came at the cost of something precious.

[ecstacysprelude]

mae. 19. wlw blog so men din!!!. requests are open. i write for yellowjackets + rhea ripley + the last of us

[iswateredibletho]

the queer urge to be a pirate captain bc it would mean youd have a hoard of unhinged older men ranging from pathetic to just plain evil available to you at all times ready to follow whatever you command

[socksracoon10]

Pirate

Pairing: Will Turner x F!Reader, Jack Sparrow x F!Reader (Platonic) Read The Second Part: Not Just A Pirate

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.

[y2kas13]

Wanna write butch abby (cuz i love her and she’s BUTCH) then eventually Ellie so please give me some ideas that correlate to that (or anything else ofc)

[ha1taniwh0re]

I was thinking about writing story with OC(after I finish one of two Im writing now)

It would have:

-Barbossa x oc

-Smut

-Dad! Davy Jones x daughter!Oc

[imhereiguess420]

If you wish to know what i’ve been up to these past days, i’ve been FILLING THE ABSOLUTE VOID OF WILL TURNER FAN FICS IN THE WORLD. If you’re interested in reading a COMPLETED story of Will Turner x Fem reader, go ahead and read and vote on Wattpad 😘. (Warning, it is based on an Oc x cannon of mine, BUT DON’T WORRY, (y/n) is the same except for the reader having a set eye color other than that it’s up to your imagination. Also it’s on my AO3 account under SomethingNStuff666) AND YES, THE SECOND MOVIE AND THRID ARE IN THE MAKING ALREADY.

LADIES. I KNOW ITS BEEN 20 YEARS BUT WILL IS HOTTER THAN JACK, IM SORRY.

[chickentenderx]

too late (William Turner x reader)

570 word count

reader was Will’s best friend since childhood, they grew up with him and watched him fall in love with Elizabeth. They of course also loved him. They went on pirate crusades together, eventually reader left bc they couldn’t deal with it anymore and distance helped the pain. eventually they moved on, got married, had kids. Will comes back after a couple years to find them after he realized his feelings once Elizabeth married the commodore. He tries to convince reader to come away with him but realizes it’s too late for them.

prompt:

unrequited love from a childhood friend, distance, the other realizing their feelings too late

-“I just came to see how you were doing” “and now it’s time for you to leave”

-“I’ll always need you, I love you” “it’s too late”

warnings: ANGST, no uses of y/n, reader is called mama and wears a skirt, la la land esk ending. This feels very rushed and I wrote it with a migraine so leave me alone if it absolutely sucks

“Will?” the man I once knew all those years ago, the man I once loved, is walking towards me through the mist. For a moment I think it’s just my eyes playing tricks.

“surprised to see me?” he stands at his full height, he’s tanned over the years. His face has matured but still has his boyish charm. Donning pirate attire, he holds an aura of confidence he much lacked in his younger years.

“what are you doing here?” disdain evident in my voice although not intentional.

Although taken aback by my curtness, he continues, “I just came to see how you were doing” I can’t help but notice the hopeful glint in his eyes, the strain in his voice as if he’s trying to find the right words.

“and now it’s time for you to leave” I’m not sure where my sudden irritation came from, perhaps it was the years of waiting, the years of wanting and nothing being returned.

Laughing dryly he quirks his brow as a silent question. “what do you mean? I just got here”

“why are you here Will?” his hopeful expression falls, replaced with something I can’t quite place.

“come away with me, like you did once before,” grabbing my hands he pulls me closer to him. “I need you” Pulling away I take a step away from him and let out a strained laugh. His dislike of my reaction clear on his face.

“no you don’t, you’ve never needed me.” Searching his face I try to find any indication of where he’s going with this.

“I’ll always need you, I love you” oh how long my heart had ached for those words. He tries to step closer but for every step closer he takes, I take a step back. I put my hand up between us to stop him.

The ache in my chest starts to burn with feelings I buried many years ago. “you don’t mean that, and anyways it’s too late now”

“no it’s not, just run away with me. Travel with me, live on the sea” the eagerness in his eyes almost makes me want to but…

“Will…” I’m cut off when his eyes flicker over to my home behind me. The sound of small feet pattering on stone comes close till my son comes up hiding behind my skirt looking at Will skeptically,

“who’s that mama?” the small voice of my young son cuts through the silence between us. Turning to his slightly I whisper with a bittersweet smile,

“no one sweetie, go on back inside.” Gently I pull my son from my leg while gesturing towards our house. “I’ll be there in a minute”

“I- I didn’t know, I’m sorry. I’ll go” before he can turn away I take his hands in mine, still rough from those years of blacksmithing and life at sea,

“a part of my heart will always belong to you, and it always has. But I’ve made a life for myself here, one day I hope the same for you” I can’t bring myself to look into his teary eyes so slowly I bring his knuckles to my mouth, kissing them gently before letting him go. He turns his back and only then do I lift my head up. That was the last time I’d see William Turner, walking away into the morning fog. Only a single tear fell upon the sand that day.