#davy jones imagines

[savvythepirate]

How they react when seeing scars from the past

Jack Sparrow:

• You couldn’t deny the fact that you instantly felt insecure about the scars from your dark past when Jack Sparrow saw them for the first time

• Jack may think that someone is currently hurting you and will question you about it, at first he thinks otherwise as you tell him the honest truth

• Jack would want to and is capable of disposing of anyone who has the nerve to hurt you, you may have to hold him back before things end badly

• “If you want them to live, you better keep them out of my sights.” He would say and you would just roll your eyes at that statement from him

• “You’re being ridiculous.” You throw back, in return, getting a scoff as he turns to walk away

• As if Jack Sparrow wasn’t overly protective already, this made him even more, especially after telling him about the painful past, how they got there and who actually did this to you

• You agree that if Jack ever encounters the monster, he could do whatever he pleases

Hector Barbossa:

• Although you knew you couldn’t hide the scars forever, Barbossa would see them sometime and you won’t have a choice other than to be truthful of how you received scars from the past

• After he sees them for the first time, he thinks that you’re in harm’s way and you’re just not telling him

• Once you’re finally able to get him to calm down, you’re able to tell him how they really did happen and Barbossa believes you, but he still can’t shake the thought that you aren’t being completely honest in the beginning after he made his own suggestion on how they came to be

• You reassure him continuously until he gets it through his head, which takes you a while but you’re able to help him think of it differently than before

• In the beginning, Barbossa is actually very understanding about how this can be a sensitive topic for you or anyone for that matter to talk about, so he waits patiently on your terms when you’re ready to tell him

• The only thing you aren’t completely truthful about are the names you had given him of who did that to you, you change their names to protect their identity from Barbossa

• You’re a very forgiving person and that’s one of the things Barbossa loves about you

• You couldn’t help it, you were born that way and continue to live it

Will Turner:

• He’s not quite sure what to make of it at first, but when you tell him your story, you don’t leave out a detail and it hits home to him

• Ever since seeing your scars for the first time, Will has sworn to be even more overly protective of you

• He keeps a sharp eye on you, and when he can’t, he gets someone else to look after you, not giving that person a choice, he couldn’t go without knowing you were more than okay and safe

• It helps him to have a peace of mind knowing you were being looked after, when he asked who did this to you, you made the mistake of telling him the actual names of those responsible for it and would later come to regret it

• Will secretly turns it into a manhunt to catch those responsible

• You don’t find out until they have actually found the people, they bring them to trial and sentence them

• They were sent to be executed, but you didn’t attend it

• You’re a little upset that Will went and did that, but than you’ve come to understand that he did so with reason and now, with that taken care of, it makes it a little safer for you and other individuals

• It prevents them from hurting anyone else and you took victory in that

• Though you were a little more forgiving than Will, you wanted others to be safe and sometimes there is no other way to make sure of that

• Will would eventually come find you later and apologize to you for doing what he did

• You had already forgiven him

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@savvythepirate

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Characters:

• Jack Sparrow

• Davy Jones

• Hector Barbossa

• Will Turner

[davyjonesblogger]

Stupid Games and Stupid Prizes

A Davy Jones drabble

Requested by: @kyuoki

Note: I apologize for the very long wait, I took a break from writing for a while due to family stuff. But here you go! Hope you like it!

Prompt: #34) “Oh my god! Get off me!”

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Being the only woman onboard the Flying Dutchman was not easy, not at all.

In fact, it has becoming more of a challenge for you more and more everyday. Not only were you the only woman onboard, you were also the only living being. The Dutchman, or rather Davy Jones, had encountered you by chance, you seeing that you were stranded in the middle of the ocean and when he offered you a place onboard, you couldn’t deny it and ultimately agreed.

To say that the crew didn’t take a liking to you would be an understatement. The only one who treated you with decent respect was Bootstrap Bill, the best way to describe it would be they noticed Davy having a soft spot for you and spares you from the harsh punishments and the cruelty within him. The crew onboard looked at you as the enemy for this, they were almost envious of you and had made it their mission to make your life miserable in any way. Everyone but Bootstrap picked on you by coming up from behind, covering your eyes with their hands and would say, “Guess who?”

You were at your task, paying no mind to anyone but yourself.

You were so focused on getting your task done, which was sweeping the deck of the ship, you didn’t hear Davy’s stump as he walked up behind you. It was when Davy cleared his throat you quickly lashed out at him, mistaking him as another crew member wanting to play the stupid games again.

“Oh my god! Get off me!” you scream, turning to face whoever it was before any physical contact could be made.

Seeing it was Davy Jones, your heart leapt in your throat out of fear, fully believing you had just earned yourself a punishment.

“I’m so sorry, captain!” you quickly apologize, though he doesn’t say anything at first.

“Who did you think I was?”

You debated on lying to him, but you know just as well as everyone else that you cannot lie to Davy Jones.

After a moment of thinking of what to say, you let the confession of being disrespected by the crew roll off your tongue. Once you’ve finished telling Davy everything, he was clearly not pleased, and it takes him a moment to say anything back. Hearing what’s been going on this whole time, that you’ve been disrespected infuriated him, and he was going to do something about it.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (Y/n). It’s them who should be sorry. Matter of fact, I think that’s what I’ll go do now.”

You panicked.

You didn’t want any more trouble than what you already had with them.

“Davy, please don’t do this.”

But Davy was already a step ahead of you, now you may have believed he’s ignored your pleas and was about to go do something mad.

However, that’s not what happens when he faces the crew. You couldn’t quite catch on to every word Davy was saying to them, due to the storm that was coming in. But you picked on the last bit and it was enough to help you understand that he in fact did hear you, and understanding the meaning of what’s being said.

“If I hear any more about this going around, then there will be problems. Consider this to be your only warning.” Davy threatens, before turning back to you.

You couldn’t help but smile, as a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

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[theblogofdavyjones]

It’s my birthday!!!

Can I request for someone to do a Davy Jones fic for my birthday? 🥳 🎂 🎉

Requests ideas: A story that begins with angst after Davy snaps at the reader on false accusations, realizes he was wrong in the end and tries to make it up to her as the story ends in fluff

Davy comes to her rescue after witnessing a crew mate trying to intimidate and inflict fear by using his height to tower over her, Davy steps in front of her, does the same to the crew mate before sending him off to get his punishment for hurting her

Thanks so much!

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@theblogofdavyjones / @savvythepirate

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[savvythepirate]

@marsswann

I love it! Thank you so much for this! I’ll definitely be looking forward to the rest! :)

Davy Jones reaction to you cussing

for @inner-sparkle-inner-writings

Davy Jones x fem!reader 

Warnings: Swearing (obvi) 

Request

Davy Jones x reader in which the reader screws something up and on the job and accidentally cussed her-self our for it, and being the first time Davy hears her swear and reacting to it?

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It was quite a normal day

Everybody was at their own station preparing for the storm up ahead. Davy Jones didn’t fear shit, a storm was a small splinter in his goal, it didn’t effect their route. Well at least that was for the half fish half people…for Y/n it was a different story.

Being completely human and on the shorter side of everyone else, storms were like a living nightmare in the ocean. All the commotion and crew flailing around made Y/n feel sick. While everyone else could hold their ropes in place, Y/n would literally fly with the wind. It was difficult and no body seemed to care.

Finally the waves crashed down, the rain fell hard, and the thunder roared louder than the damn canons. Y/n’s hair was soaked and kept blowing in her face. Her clothes were wet and were very uncomfortable to wear. But the worst thing of all was every man (if you could even call them that at this point) was fighting about what direction they should be going. Arguing turned into a screaming match which turned into a fist fight. Someone lost their aim and punched Y/n right in the face.

“Oh my fucking god!” Y/n shouted louder than the commotion around her. Loud enough to make everyone stop what they were doing.

Y/n was sweet, honestly she was a kind soul. Pirates weren’t the type to change their ways for a woman but with Y/n things were different. Most of the crew actually respected her, or at least they were nicer. Maybe it was because they wanted to get in her pants but that didn’t matter, as long as no one really messed with her she didn’t care. But this was it. This was her final straw. She had finally snapped.

“We are going North, that is the right fucking way! I swear to god you men are bunch of dumbasses!”

The crew looked at her in shock, then they looked at their Captain, Davy Jones.

He looked even more shocked then them. He opened his mouth but closed it immediately, he was speechless. How could such a “fragile” lady say such vulgar things. And not just any lady, how could Y/n swear? He didn’t think it was possible.

“And now that I’m on that subject,” Y/n continued, “I am teaching you all how to fucking shower. I tried my best to endure the smell of shit but it had gotten way too much!” She was on a roll her insults and her opinion. She already started so why stop now?

After at least 10 minutes of ranting, Jones interrupted her.

“Y/n that’s enough.” He tried to sound more demanding but honestly he sounded a bit scared. “Come with me…” He grabbed her arm and walked her into his quarters.

“…are you okay?” It was blunt but he sounded genuine. “Are you on your…um…lady days?” he whispered.

Y/n cupped her own face in her hands and screamed into them.

“No…” she said bringing her eyes back up to meet his, “simply angry that was all but i feel much better to get that off my chest.” She smiled. He looked down right terrified.

“Are you sure your okay?” How does this women start off as the nicest little thing ever, start swearing up a storm, scream, and then smile like normal…

“Mhm!”

“…i don’t think i’ll ever quite understand you…”

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Ahhhh! I finally finished my first request!!! This was so fun to write 😭 I know i changed some things around in the fan-fiction but i hope you still like it!

More serious writings are coming soon, I just wanted to start off with a short little comedy! I hoped you enjoyed and tysm for the request! Feel free to leave any notes! Love yaaa<333

-marsswann

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Imagine # 1,057

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW (Includes injuries involving flogging obviously.)

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

It's been a while since I watched these movies, so some things are not going to be super accurate. Just roll with it my lovelies.

Pushing Will aside (Y/n) stepped forward to face Davy Jones. "I will take his place." She stated suddenly, confusing both Will and Davy Jones. "You will take his place?" The Captain asked in bemusement, a amused smirk on his lips. "Yes." She stated confidently, shaking off Will's arm when he tried pulling her back. "(Y/n) what are you doing?" He hissed at her, again trying to pull her away, giving up when she shook him off a second time. "And why should I let you take Mr. Turner's lashings?" Davy Jones asked, several of his crew mates chuckling at the absurd demand. "Because then he'll actually learn his lesson." She stated matter-of-factly before continuing. "Will's a proud man, if you punish him, he won't learn, he'll only disobey you again, and the cycle will continue." (Y/n) allowed the Captain a moment to think before continuing. "But he's also a honorable man, and should I be punished for his actions, he'll think twice about causing trouble." She concluded, and she could tell Davy Jones saw her perspective. "Very well. The woman will be flogged." The Captain concluded, his men quickly grabbing her arms, and pulling her to the mast. "No!" Will argued trying to put a stop to this, he was grabbed by his father and only held back for a few moments before he broke away.

"You can't do this!" He shouted when he reached her, attempting to pull the crew members away from her. (Y/n) pushed them away and faced Will. "Don't." She warned, not fighting the men when they took ahold of her shoulders. "If you interfere, you'll only make this worse for me." She hissed at him, her serious expression turning to shock when the crew mates tore the back of her shirt open. "Captain get a look at this!" One of the guys barked with amusement, turning (Y/n)'s back to Davy Jones who stood with the rest of the crew. The crew burst into laughter, and the Captain chuckled in amusement. Her back bare to his gaze, Will gawked in astonishment at the sight, where over a dozen large scars littered her back. "It would seem this isn't the first time you've been flogged." Davy Jones mused, waving his arm for them to continue. "No no I can't-!" Will shouted when his father dragged him back by the shoulders. "Will you need to stop, if you keep this up, they will whip her to the bone." His father warned, and the young man went slack, knowing his words were true. "But shes- I-" Will muttered, cutting himself off as he locked eyes with her. "I know son, I know." The old pirate pat his sons shoulder in a vain attempt to comfort him. (Y/n) was shoved against the ships mast, her arms pulled around it, and bound tightly with rope. "She doesn't deserve this." Will muttered mournfully, his heart breaking at the sight of the fear building in her eyes. "She's a tough woman, she will be fine." Bootstrap consoled his son, releasing his hold on him, believing Will wouldn't do anything stupid or rash.

The first strike pulled a pained cry from the woman, and blood stained the deck, instantly getting washed away with the rain. Will couldn't control himself, when the second lashing came, rushing forward to comfort her. "Will don't!" Bootstrap shouted, but it was to late. Will stood before her, taking her hands in his, and resting his forehead against hers. One of the crew mates moved to pull Will away from her, assuming he was trying to free her. "Leave him." Davy Jones commanded, knowing Will wasn't trying to untie her, and allowing him to remain so close to her, knowing it would only hurt him more. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Will wept as she was struck again, and again. Her cries choked and breathless, the pain splitting across her back nearly unbearable. "I swore to protect you." His whisper was pained, as he peered into her watery eyes. "I'm so sorry I have failed you." He squeezed her hands, his own heart breaking at the sound of the whip crack. On the eighth whip crack, (Y/n)'s knees buckled and she fell slack against the mast. Will quickly moved his hands to grab the underside of her bent arms, and pull her to stand up straight. Knowing if she was hunched down, the whip was likely to strike her head, and the man wielding damned thing wouldn't care. "It's almost over." He tried to assure her, knowing the sentencing was only ten lashings. "Hang in there." He whispered, their tears mixing with the heavy fall of rain, foreheads resting together.

The ninth strike, and every muscle in her body shook from the shock, and pain of it all. The tenth and final strike came harder than the others, the force making (Y/n) crumble to the ground, despite Will's attempts to keep her upright. "She has the rest of the day to rest, but I expect her to be on deck working first thing in the morning." Davey Jones dismissed, the crew mates departing to go about their work, leaving Will to help (Y/n). "Take it easy, I've got you, I've got you." He murmured quickly untying her hands, and easing her into his arms as gently as he could. She whimpered in pain, clinging to his arms, her body still shaking from the shock and pain. "Easy firefly easy." He murmured softly, the nickname bringing a ghost of a smile to her face. "I'm okay Will." She murmured weakly, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Instinctively Will wrapped his arm around her back, nearly jumping away from her when she cried out in pain. She fell forward in an instant, and Will rushed forward to catch her in his arms. Now chest to chest, his hands rest firmly on her hips. Swiftly he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and buried her face into his neck. "I'm sorry, I've got you now." He whispered into her hair as he carried her below deck. Once they were below deck, and away from prying eyes, Will sat her atop a sturdy table.

"I need to clean your wounds." Will stated in a soft tone, slowly moving to unbutton her now ruined shirt. Moving slow enough to give her the opportunity to push him away, should she want him to stop. She didn't fight him, and allowed him to slide the shirt off of her shoulders. Gently he slipped the shirt from her arms, and tossed the ruined fabric aside. He kept his eyes locked with hers, as she sat before him, bare from the waist up. "Why did you do it?" He asked the question that had been burning in his mind like hellfire. "To keep you from causing any more trouble." She murmured, her words only making Will scoff. "Bullshit. Why did you do it?" He insisted. "Because it's what you do!" (Y/n) suddenly shouted as best she could, grunting at the pain in her back. "You protect the ones you love, no matter what it takes." She huffed before slumping forward. Despite the shock he felt at her words, Will was quick to catch her by the shoulders. "You..." He tried to gather his thoughts, a far away look in his eyes. "Forget it." She grunted, holding herself upright and turning her back to him. "My cuts need dealt with." She reminded him, and in a instant Will rushed to work. Carefully he cleaned each of the open wounds, unable to keep his mind from running a mile a minute. His fingers subconsciously tracing over one of the old scars, muttering an apology when she suddenly pulled away from him.

"What happened?" He asked in a soft whisper. (Y/n) chuckled bitterly, glancing over her shoulder. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one... Especially with a brother like Jack." She muttered the last part so only Will could hear. "Your-?" He cut himself off, knowing if Davy Jones found out, it could end horribly. "He's reckless." She chuckled again. "Just like someone else I know." Will smiled softly when she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I never meant for you to get hurt." Will muttered as he prepped a needle and thread. "Yeah I know." She shrugged a little. "But I also know that what I told Davy Jones is true. Had it been you to get flogged, you would have ended up making the same mistake of pissing off the Captain of the Flying Dutchman." He hated to admit it, but he knew she was right. "And if I was the one to get hurt, you might actually take the time to stop and think, and maybe just maybe you'd learn to keep your head down." She continued, hissing when Will began stitching her wounds. "We can't just do nothing." Will said, trying not to sound angry. "Jack will come for us, we just need to bide our time." (Y/n) said in a soft tone. "Jack? How can he possibly save us? You heard what Davy Jones said." Will argued, trying to keep his hands steady as he worked on her stitches. "He owns one hundred souls... How can he possibly get one hundred souls?" Will's voice was mournful. "Do you know how Jack came to owe Davy Jones so many souls?" (Y/n) asked pain evident in her voice, making Will slow his work.

"To get back the Pearl." Will stated, and (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Eighty souls would have bought him the Pearl. The other twenty were for me." She explained, her words making Will still in his work for a moment. "You see when Barbossa staged a mutiny, and stole the Pearl from Jack, he kept me prisoner. Knowing full well how close me and Jack are, he wanted to rub salt in the wound." She sighed when Will washed away the blood that had spilled as he worked. "I died Will." He froze at her words. "When the Pearl went down, I went down with her. I drowned of all things." She chuckled bitterly. "Jack bargained for twenty more souls to bring me back." She turned to look at Will. "Jack is reckless, a little crazy, and sometimes a selfish coward... But he always comes back, he always does the right thing, and he does whatever it takes for the ones he cares about." Will smiled faintly at her words, she really believes in her brother, and for her he's willing to believe in Jack as well. "You know... Before you told me Jack was your brother, I thought you guys were a couple." Will smiled at the face she pulled. "But I'm glad to know you aren't." He added before kissing her cheek. "I-" (Y/n) tried, but Will cut her off, turning her back around to finish patching her up. "And I'm glad to know you love me back." He added in a soft tone, kissing the nape of her neck, smiling when she shuddered in response.

Once he finished patching her up, he took and wrapped her torso securely with wrappings. And with that done, he removed his shirt, assisted her into it, and buttoned it up slowly. "What about Elizabeth?" (Y/n) asked after a moment, having been unable to think about what he said. "I thought you loved her?" She added. "I thought I did too. That is until I met you." His knuckles brushed across her cheekbone. "How many times have you saved my life, or protected me?" Will asked with a smile. "You need it." She smiled. "Yeah I guess I do..." His smile slowly faded as he thought about what had happened. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, that I did this to you... I promise... I promise you I won't let this happen again." Will insisted, resting his forehead against hers. "You know that's what Jack always says, when he gets me into some crazy situation that risks life and death." (Y/n) mused with a grin. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one, but luckily for me, I was born to be a pirate." She added, making Will smile. "You should get some rest, the Captain expects you to be working on deck in the morning." He helped her off of the table, laid back in the hammock, and pulled her gently to lay chest to chest with him. "Drink up me hearties yo ho." (Y/n) sang softly, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "Sleep love." Will encouraged her, kissing the crown of her head.

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[savvythepirate]

Jack gets jealous

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @roguesknights

The Request:

Could I request Jack sparrow x reader where Jack gets a bit jealous of someone flirting with reader?

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“It would never have worked out between us, darling.” Jack Sparrow silently claims.

From the first day of being recruited to the crew of the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

One day, it dawned onto him as he spent more time then he should have trying to figure out almost desperately why that his heart was trying to tell him something whenever you’re both in the same place together. It had come come across his dull mind, telling Jack that he wanted more out of the friendship he had with you, that Jack Sparrow realizes he was in love with you and could only hope that you returned the feelings just the same. Unbeknownst to the pirate, you sincerely felt the same way. It was not only of shyness or fear of getting rejected you haven’t said anything to each other about it, you both just were unsure how to approach the confession with out making either of you feel weird. All that Jack Sparrow knew was that he wanted and was going to be the first to make a move in to say something about it. But first, he wanted to go to a highly trusting crew mate for advice before making this big approach.

This was definitely a nerve whacking feeling, making him feel more overwhelmed then he should allow himself to. The first crew mate that came to Jack’s mind was Mr. Gibbs, but then something else told him that if he wanted the best advice possible, he should go to a woman he knows with this information. Thankfully to Jack, he had only one another woman onboard who goes by the name of Elizabeth Swann. The ideal purpose of the approach was to avoid any suspicious minds from any of the others who populated the Black Pearl. Although he felt sure of it, he still put some thought into it before deciding that’s what he was going to with. But as Jack Sparrow was looking for Elizabeth, something had captured his undivided attention which had Jack stopping abruptly in his tracks before looking over at you.

Looking over your way, he sees you’re not alone. The company at the moment was Will Turner, watching the two of you talking as if you’re lifelong friends catching up on what was new. The familiar feeling of jealousy crept behind him before taking him over completely, seeing as you were smiling and laughing at something he was telling you made Jack’s blood boiling as he thought that should be him making you smile and laugh. Hatred towards Will Turner was brewing within him, almost like a slow burn of clean cut jealousy. Jack Sparrow started to feel overwhelmed once again which soon turned into livid anger. But it was that anger to have Jack Sparrow have second thoughts about getting advice.

Jack Sparrow could no longer suck it up to get any advice that may have win you to be by his side before anyone else claims you. Jack couldn’t help but think that there was nothing more he wanted to have then you. All he wanted was you, and the possibility of seeing you with someone, holding someone else’s hand scared him to the core. Most nights in the privacy he spent in his cabin, he would wonder what it might be like and feel like to hold your hand in his own. It soon comes to a point for Jack to scoff at you before finally walking away, it felt like forever for Jack to have watched you with Will Turner. At the last minute, you see from the corner of your eye Jack walking away from the two of you intending to go on the top deck of the Pearl. You watched him and quickly got up to follow from behind, wanting to confront him about watching you and Will Turner, wanting the truth.

You weren’t afraid to ask Jack Sparrow flat out, as doing so seemed to be a poor choice to make and could have an ugly outcome, but you went ahead and followed. Once Jack made it, you weren’t far behind and you were determined to figure out why he was watching you. However, Jack Sparrow doesn’t take notice of your presence until you spoke up, that having earned you a dirty look from the pirate you had fallen for. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe he was needing something from you and you didn’t pay him any attention.

“Did you need something?” You ask, looking back at him.

Jack doesn’t respond, so you continue with another question.

“Jack, what’s wrong?”

“Funny you should ask that, (Y/n).” He grumbles, now looking away.

“Pardon?”

“Get it together, (Y/n)! I’m not stupid, I saw the way you and Turner were looking at each other!”

That’s when the realization hit you, Jack Sparrow was jealous! You now understood why he was being hostile towards you… it was jealousy.

It was hard not to feel so amused by this, and you couldn’t help but let an amused expression take over. That was when you decided to tease him a little bit. Before you could however, he caught onto the amused look on your face and got a little upset.

“What?!” He barks.

“Nothing… it’s just that I think you’re cute when you’re jealous.” You playfully tease.

Jack was already upset and that response only added onto that, it only fueled him more, and more curtly.

“I have nothing to be jealous of!”

“Are you sure? Because you know I will figure it out later on and coming back to you with questions.”

Although silent, Jack Sparrow knew you were right and that’s when he needed to be honest because tomorrow never holds promises, tomorrow could even be too late. Jack spits the truth and rushed his words you barely picked up on enough to understand it was a love confession, that putting a smile on your face.

“Alright! Alright, I’ll tell ya! I like you a whole lot, in fact… I… love you.”

Looking back at him, you smile before leaning in to softly peck his cheek before confessing your own feelings.

“That’s good to hear because I love you too, Jack Sparrow.”

Once it was all out in open air, you both stood your ground as if you were frozen to it and just smiled at each other before Jack Sparrow leaning in close up to until your lips met, kissing felt like you were glued, not wanting to pull away from your first shared kiss.

Kissing you was the kiss Jack Sparrow has always wanted.

Just like that, you were now his property.

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@savvythepirate

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @marsswann

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First reblog: @primasveraas-writing

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A/N: My requests are open!!! I don’t have any done yet, but I would absolutely love more ideas!!!

Feel free to bombard my ask box!!!

From: @theblogofdavyjones

Requests: Open as always!!!!

Character list:

Davy Jones only!!!

Davy Jones x Female!reader- Fluffy Headcanons

Request: Hi I was just wondering if you could write a Davy Jones x Female! Reader fluff for my friend. She doesn’t have any specific storyline in mind she just wants fluff haha. Thanksss 💕

A/N: I’m assuming you meant the tentacle-y captain of the Flying Dutchman, because that’s the only Davy Jones I’m familiar with. I turned them into headcanons, as I’ve never written for this character before. I also apologize, because they’re kinda awful TBH. Davy Jones isn’t that much of a fluffy character, but I tried?

Him insisting on you travelling with him and the two of you becoming a legit power couple feared by all

He gets really soft around you, in a way that he never has never let himself before

Once, you stole his hat. He just left it here, what were you supposed to do? So you put it on…

Angrily, he looks for it, then turns to see you wearing it. Something passes through his mind- you watch his face and try not to laugh as the anger subtly fades away into something else. Then he slowly looks over you, taking you in. His lips purse, but he says nothing. You try to read his expression. It looks a bit like pride.

You make it a point to eat together every night. This is very special and it always happens, no matter how late into the evening, or where, it occurs

You tell him that it’s something a respectable man would do.

“I’m not what you would call a respectable man.”

“I can make anyone into a respectable man… even you.”

You make it a point to show him your favorite places on land

You plan the trips months in advance, so excited for Davy to see the wonders of the world, even if it’s only for one day

You get really excited about it

He’ll roll his eyes at you, but he (very) secretly loves it and is always quietly (almost begrudgingly) amazed at what you have to show him

You have the most fun together in battle

All enemies fear the two of you, as you make the most epic of pairs and nothing can stop your combined might

Scaring people together and fighting them as a couple

He isn’t very mushy with his feeling for you, but he tries. The result is usually awful, extremely cheesy one liners, which are both hilarious and endearing. Said only when the two of you are alone together. No one else will ever discover the romantic side of Davy Jones, ever.

“My heart belongs to you,” He tells you one night, holding you close to his chest. You smile to yourself, knowing how hard he is trying to show his love for you.

“As mine does to you.” You reply.

“You make me feel… human,” he says, looking down into your eyes. You stare back for a moment, mulling over the words. It is not often that he says something so personal and revealing.

“Is that good?” you ask softly, not breaking your gaze.

“It is.” He confirms just as quietly.

“It’s hard not to feel lost,” he says, hesitating for a pregnant moment, “when you have my duty, but you,” he fixates his gaze on you, “are a constant in a world lost to me.”

He compares you to his other love, the literal ocean, all the time. You have to try very hard not to laugh. Again, it’s sweet, just in a different kind of way.

“I know now you are my destiny, rather than the sea.”

“The sea is nothing compared to your beauty.”

He sees your amused expression and is immediately defensive. “What?” he barks harshly, all previous romantic ardor disappeared.

“Nothing.” you tell him, smiling.

[davyjonesblogger]

Davy Jones headcanons

For @kyuoki

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• After the captain found you had never done it, he would be extremely gentle and he’d make sure you’d give consent before doing anything he does. The first time would be gentle and slow, he wouldn’t want to scare you away.

• You would sit on his lap, just so you can be close to him, he would wrap his arms around your legs and back, comforting you, gently brushing your cheek with his right hand and giving you forehead kisses until you have cooled off. After a while, when he reassures you it’s nothing to be ashamed of, he asks you if you have ever thought about doing with him. You shyly nods, trying to hide your stress, but he quickly senses it

• He uses his charming and intimidating mannerism to make you slightly worked up, because he (obviously, for someone his age) knows how to make a woman weak in the knees with a bit of suggestive talk.

• He leans in closer, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, the kisses become more passionate with each passing second, until his tongue decides to be just slightly dominant

• Enough to get you worked up, never to hurt you in such a way

• The first kiss was slow, just so he can see if you allow him to go on (as said, he needs to make sure he won’t cross the line.) When he sees you’re more then willing to go on, he takes a step further

• His kisses become deep and passionate, low grunts coming from his throat as his right hand roams over your legs, squeezing and grabbing your thigh. When he hears a soft moan from you, he pulls away, taking a moment to catch his breath. His hand slowly reaches up your inner thigh, and it stops just as the captain asks softly, “Shall I darlin’?”

• You nod, feeling he won’t do more than you’re going to allow him to do, thus, you feel safe by putting your virginity in his hands

• His tongue wraps around yours, in a passionate kiss, taking the lead. After a moment, he pulls away, still keeping the eye contact. “Damn it, love. Yer moans are fucking adorable.”

• Big on vocal and getting you worked up by his words. Things like: “Yer so wet for yer captain, darlin’”

• Which seemed to do a great job in making you ready for the next step. Remembering to make sure he’s as gentle and slow as he can get with you in this moment.

• When things started to get more intense, your hand flew to cover your mouth, muffling any sounds that come from you, in fear that the crew or someone might be hearing you.

• As quickly as it had started, it was over. But this wouldn’t be the only intimate moment shared with each other, there’s more to come sooner than you may think.

• After getting comfortable at last, you allow a little more dominance from him. He knows that he can be rough, but he always makes sure that afterwards, you are well looked after. You are his everything, so whatever you need, he will get for you.

• It had been quite some time since he had been with anyone when he met you though.

• At first, he was very gentle with you, sticking to plastering your consents and never going down on you or getting too rough.

• He saw you as a lady and was used to the idea of treating you like you were a rare gem.

• He’s very serious, completely focused on you and your pleasure.

• He will lighten up in more tender moments between you two, often after the act when he has you in his arms holding you close. Nothing makes you happier than seeing Davy smile, a rare and intimate thing that only you are privileged to.

• One of the greatest gifts from Davy was, sweet and tender towards you, cold and cruel towards the crew onboard.

• In secret, he is a romantic at heart and you mean everything to him, but he’s got a darker side that you are willing to submit to in the bedroom. Behind closed doors, he's dominant as fuck with you.

• It’s almost impossible for Davy to keep his hands off you until the moment you were alone together

• Davy loves to tease you, edging you over and over until you are nearly begging for release.

• He loves leaving marks on you (gripping your hips tightly as he takes you from behind or leaving deep hickies on your neck and chest from nipping at your flesh).

• This man is the king of teasing. He loves nothing more than leaving you a begging, panting, needy mess and then saying he’s barely even begun with you. He loves working you right to the edge of release and then pulling his hand/mouth away right at the moment you are about to explode.

• Even if he is a massive tease, he always follows through and makes sure that by the end, you are fully satisfied.

• Davy loves making you be loud, wanting you to moan and scream his name as much as possible.

• He’s not so vocal in that way, but does talk a lot during intimate moments. Plenty of dirty talk as well as praising you (such a good girl, you take me so well…)

• In the end, you feel tired and so does he, but since he doesn’t get some good rest anyways, he does like to hold you in his arms afterwards and watch you sleep, occasionally running his fingers through your hair and placing gentle kisses on your cheeks as you slumber. Sometimes he will whisper to you how beautiful you look and how lucky that after centuries of eternal damnation, he found someone as perfect as you.

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@davyjonesblogger @kyuoki

Thank you, @kyuoki for teaming up with me on this one! It was really fun and I’m always up for working together again in the future! (:

I hope you like this, and thank you for your patience on your request! I’m always open for more ideas!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[holdy-caulfield]

I was listening to The Monkees recently. When the producers of the show didn’t allow them to write their own songs, the songs were about love, girls, some broken heart, just 60s pop stuff.

When they finally were allowed to write their own stuff, they’d write some songs about a man committing s*icide, mental asylum, referencing drugs quite openly, describing apocalyptic landscape, and one of the first punk songs.

Dolenz’ stuff was almost always experimental with the structure, tempo and lyrics. Peter Tork was spilling bars and was very versatile, and amazingly good when it came to psychedelics. Michael could write the country song about love the first day and full on avant garde the next day.

The Monkees themselves were writing DARK songs. Wish they allowed them to be fully creative from the beginning. But there’s a showbiz for you.

[theblogofdavyjones]

Just to clarify, here’s what I’m willing to write for:

• I’m more then willing to take your suggestions/requests!!! Please send them in!!

• I may also have ideas of my own I’d like to request to someone, if anyone is willing to write them! (:

• Davy Jones imagines

• Davy Jones x readers

• Davy Jones shipping

• I only write for Davy Jones (POTC)

@theblogofdavyjones

[theblogofdavyjones]

OMG!!! These are so cute!!! Thank you for putting these out there!!!

@the-octopi-and-i

Imagine going to check on Jones late one evening as he hasn't come to bed yet. You have a feeling of where he's at but at the same time you want to be sure so you check the usual haunts: the deck, the wheel, and even the brig. He's no where. Then you check the organ room to find him slumped over the ivory keys yet again, soft snoring echoing off the pipes. He's been sleeping in here a lot lately as the day he can walk on land approaches. You wonder if it has anything to do with that woman Tia Dalma.

You know that waking him might not be a good idea as he needs his rest, so instead you gently lay your jacket over his shoulders. Its a small gesture, but you hope its enough to show that you care.

After watching him for a moment to make sure you didn't wake him, you peck him on the cheek and return to bed hoping he'll be able to talk to you more about it in the future.

[inaccurate-janto-conversations]

Rhiannon: *calling Ianto*

Ianto: Hi Rhiannon, are the kids ok?

Rhiannon: Yeah they're fine, I was just wondering-

*sounds of machinery in the background*

Rhiannon: ...what's going on? Is this a bad time?

Ianto: Oh that? No yeah its fine I'm just tossing my boyfriend off a cliff.

Rhiannon: You're...what? What's going on? Is everything alright?

Ianto: Oh yeah. It's just that he's currently fully encased in cement so I've gotta break him out.

Rhiannon: ...

Rhiannon: But wouldn't that kill him Ianto?? If this is a bad time I can-

Ianto: *laughs* Oh don't worry about him he'll be fine. So what's up?

[beatlesmenrock]

happy monkees monday :)

[lieutenantselnia]

F/o list meme because I miss posting about them but don't have all to much energy for other stuff currently, so memes it is😂 I lowkey wanna do more of these alignment chart memes now (both self ship and others), they're just fun :D

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[inner-sparkle-inner-writings]

#reblog

@savvythepirate

Hi! If it’s not too much to ask, may I send in another request for Davy Jones in which the reader gets an anxiety attack and turns away from him, refusing for him to see her breakdown? He eventually finds her and he doesn’t leave her side, even after she tells him of what’s going on and he tries his best to reassure her or something?

If not, that’s okay! :)

Hello dear💖, thanks for the request.

Davy Jones x anxious reader🐙🌊

Comfort in an octopus's arms🐙

Summary: Y/n develops a nervous breakdown from a crewmate when Davy confides her in comfort.

warnings: none

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Y/n, a girl who’s trapped beneath the curse of the Flying Dutchman, sat below the sleeping quarters of the barnacle infested room. She trailed her fingers against the water droplets falling upside the wooden planked walls; the droplets ran up her fingers hitting the ceiling of the roof. The crew sleeping in the rotten infested bunks grunted and huffed as they slept. The crew that surrounded y/n were no longer men but beasts that were deformed; barnacles grew from their limbs, face or body. Vicious and cruel those men were, never do they spare the dead nor shed any mercy. Y/n placed her arm next to one of Davys men sleeping next to her; just as expected—Clear and smooth, no barnacles, no coral, no deformed fish skin or scales. Y/n was the biggest mystery of all, Davy had cursed each and every member of his crew but her. As a child y/n had heard the tales of Davy Jones from her own father, the most common being: years ago, a man fell in love with the sea only to be betrayed, now he was a deformed monster that shared no mercy upon those that encounter him.

Truly a sad tale but perhaps with redemption, there would be a possible slight chance he could regain the humanity he lost all those years ago.

Y/n turned to her side counting backwards from 10 until they shall resurface.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2—

1!”

A sudden push of the room shook the sleeping quarters, y/n held onto the side of her bunk bed only to be thrown off. The Flying Dutchman re-surfaced again upon the horizon, the broken, rotten ship sailing back toward it’s proper glory.

Y/n pushed herself from the ground of the cabin, she was covered in sea water and muck. The water droplets coming up from the ceiling soon started to drop down; droplets of water hit y/n’s cheek. The crew awoke with a grunt and sneer, toward the side of the sleeping cabin, a man spat out water looking around. His appearance was somewhat human except, his skin wasn’t fleshy and warm, barnacles were formed on the side of his cheek. He was…lifeless, a lifeless corpse that didn’t need to breath nor eat. His scraggly, wet hair laid all over his shoulders. The clothes he wore were torn and moldy; the lifeless sailor slammed his hand on the wall beside him. A hermit crab was caught within his grasp, raising his hand, he placed the hermit in his mouth with a loud ‘Crunch’.

Y/n cringed at the sight, just the thought of eating a raw, small hermit crab would’ve been awful to taste. “Not much of an early bird, eh? Bootstrap” Y/n smiled.

Y/n and Bootstrap had been somewhat close; “colleagues of the sea” if you had to define their relationship. Y/n and Bootstrap would usually have a game of liars dice now and then, minus the consequences that came with it. Bootstrap had taught y/n all the rules when riding inside the Dutchman, the one thing that caught her mind was the backstory of the captain. Bootstrap wouldn’t give as much information of the captain fearing he may be punished.

“Nah, but better then waking up from too much rum” Bootstrap hoisted himself from the bunk.

Y/n smiled in response; she followed the members of the crew toward the outside onto the main deck. She began to heave a bucket with soggy and mucky water toward the rum pot deckhands on the ship. The upper hand crew held the whips in their hands, their job was to keep the lower souls at bay. Y/n poured the mucky water all over the deck, brushes and rags all scrubbed, cleaning any spot of dirt along the wooden planks. The winds in the skies were holding quite strongly within luck, in y/n’s eyes, she hoped no poor lost soul would come into contact with the Flying Dutchman. On top of the quarter deck, the captain and his first mate looked over the horizon. Y/n turned behind her, she kept her eyes on the captain, thoughts began to plague her mind as she was deep in thought.

“I wonder, what Davy do to turn out this way?”.

“Perhaps was it his cruelty?”.

As y/n dozed off deep in thought, she had backed into a barnacle man with a whip. He was much taller, barnacles and corals covered his eyes. “And wha’ might be your excuse” he growled; sharp, crooked teeth bared his whole mouth. Y/n slowly backed up, her back was placed against a wall “I, I wasn’t supposed to be one of the deckhands sir, I’m just supposed to deliver the water to them.”

The barnacle head bared his teeth, snarling and gnarling at the nervous y/n. Y/n placed her hand over her pistol in-case things got too serious, she did know how to fight but it wasn’t like against the navy or another crew. This was with something inhuman, something monstrous that could y/n in half. Y/n’s fingers were laced over the trigger, her eyes widened to watch what move the barnacle head made next. In response the barnacle head grinned, he dropped the whip and instead grabbed his sword. In one fluid movement he pushed it against y/n’s throat; his face was directly grinning at her. Y/n turned her head away due to the man’s horrible stench, if you had to picture rotten fish sitting out for weeks that’s what it smelt like.

The pistol she held wasn’t close enough within her grasp, the sword pressed against her throat was stopping her from breathing. The air became thin as the barnacle head pushed further and further; her vision was becoming blurry. Y/n had to think fast however it seemed fate had already answered her call. A pistol shot directly into the barnacle heads shoulder; a growl in pain had emerged from the monster. Y/n looked up toward her savoir and long behold it was Davy Jones. Wait—it couldn’t have been him, how could someone as cruel and heartless as Davy someone for the likes as y/n. The captain walked down the steps toward y/n struggling to breath, she turned away from her captain trying to regain her composure. Davy snarled at the crew mate as the Barnacle head stood back. Y/n kept her eyes shut and prayed Davy would just leave her be “Mind tellin’ mah, wha’ in tha’ savan seas as’ goin’ on”.

Y/n pushed herself; she was too worked up trying to calm her hyperventilating down. Davy turned toward y/n however he couldn’t approach her as turned and ran back toward her sleeping quarters.

Davy shouted out “Y/N!” as he followed the girl.

Davy grabbed y/n with his claw hand, his eyes looked deeply into y/n’s, scaring her.

 “Captain I’m so—” she began too deeply breath in and out “Sorry”.

Davy’s tentacles curled and twisted as y/n apologized, he didn’t scream nor laugh at her response. “It was my fault for slacking off, I shouldn’t have been distracted” Y/n tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. Her fingers rubbed her eyes as they started to become red.

“How embarrassing, how could I cry in front of the most ruthless captain of all time, I’m a failure, I’m a failure, I’m a—” y/n felt soft tentacles curl against her face; reaching to brush her hair away and wiping the tears falling from her eyes. A hand with a long tentacle reaching from his fingers, touched the back of y/n’s coat; the other crab hand held y/n’s head. Y/n was astonished and bewildered, was Davy Jones hugging her, her? a girl that barely spoke to the captain unless given a direct order.

“Ah ain’t as cruel, ah’ thay say” Davy muttered “Yar bah tha onlah’ soul I would sahve’ in thas’ cruel life”.

Y/n realised that Davy perhaps after all this time, ever since she arrived, he had composed or more so regained some humanity toward her.

“Ya ain’t ah failure” he muttered once more.

Y/n in response wrapped her arms around the captains coat, she felt the edging of his tentacles softly touch her cheek. “I, I thank you for this comfort, Davy” y/n muttered.

“If I ad’ mah heart back, I would give it to you” Davy whispered.

Y/n nuzzled her face into Davy’s shoulder, his coat was wet and slimy but she ignored it. It was nice to have someone care for her or at least know of her anxious feeling.

Two members stuck on the Flying Dutchman sharing their pain together, a pain they can endure in a time of solace in each other’s arms.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[lucycore]

Pirates of the caribbean Reactions

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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.