#elizabeth swann marry me please

[gothhobbithoe]

no thoughts just these two

[captain-camille]

_𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞_

‣ Jack Sparrow x f!reader

‣ As a young woman of noble blood, society is a golden cage. There is no mention of you unless the subject is marriage or manners while your trip to Port Royal has become a rescue maneuver. One faithful night aboard the Dauntless you finally snap. And meet the captive Captain Jack Sparrow...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 18+ language, old society rules, emotional chaos, very light angst ‣ 3,4k words

Your dress weighed heavy on your shoulders, the corset strangled your lungs to a delicate point where you began to feel dizzy.

Silver cutlery laid untouched next to your empty plate. The hunger had long passed. 

Either way was it impossible to properly eat with this torture device crushing your ribs. You would fetch a banana later.

“Miss Sheffield“ Lord Somerset hardly drew your attention while he adjusted his white wig “I find myself greatly invested in the many stories of your brother. They're indeed impressive, are they not?“.

It took nerves to hinder your eyes from rolling.

Instead, you gave him an appreciative but short nod. There was bitter sarcasm within the subtlety of your gesture.

Another man's head, adorned with a teal hat with feathers, turned towards you. Father.

“They are, clearly“. You verbally lend weight to your faux-assent as your father's stern gaze fixed on your face.

You suspected him pleased now.

However, his interest in you promptly vanished and a song of praise of someone else continued to fall from his pale lips.

Sweet, boisterous praise for your great brother, of course. 

You were sick of it but with time had begun to see it as an opportunity to reign over your own life as freely as possible.

For as long as possible.

Every eye and word was on your brother while you, the sister of the new Governor of Nassau and member of the Privy Council, were neigh invisible.

And still you could never leave the shiny prison that was the English noble society. Like living in a nightmare that had occasional sunlight in it but was full of madness anyway.

As the men's triumphant laughter echoed across the room, you pictured how Davy Jones' Locker would be a better place to bide your time.

Or maybe you should run away and live a seamstress' life. Alternatively, a barmaid.

In the corner of your vision you saw Norrington slightly leaning over to you. The new Commodore stationed in Port Royal, as he was.

“You look fabulous tonight, Miss“ he cooed, voice low.

His blue gaze rested on the glittering necklace you wore. A collective of silver, sapphires and pearls Lord Somerset had gifted you upon boarding the Dauntless.

Or perhaps Norrington's gaze laid on your cleavage but if so, he concealed it well.

He had to. Hell would come upon him.

You flashed him a polite smile and a demure “Thank you, Commodore“ before your eyes wandered off to the sea that was painted in the colors of a tropical sunset.

The windows were small but still incapable to diminish the glimmer. It went straight to your heart...

“Since you are a young woman, too-“ the man continued, hoisting a chalice to his lips. Beneath the table, your hand balled in a fist.

It did little to soothe your nerves, though.

“-I wondered whether you would think Elizabeth liked such jewelry as, um, a wedding gift?“ his smooth voice asked but the hesitant tone betrayed him.

You had long seen it in his eyes that Norrington's desires to marry Swann's daughter weren't as honest as he tried to make it seem.

Just as Elizabeth struggled to let go of the young blacksmith Will Turner she was currently trying to rescue.

Just fellow souls lost in this noble dilemma, you almost chuckled to yourself.

Luckily, you were quick enough to bridle any inner jests and looked back in Norrington's eyes.

“I’m most certain she would be delighted. However, it occurred to me that Miss Swann prefers silver to gold.“ you advised him before he got dragged back into a naval discussion with the men. 

Not even thanks were left for your input.

Once again your brother's name was thrown around like a cricket ball. 

The urge to just leave this charade of a dinner grew stronger while darkness began to fall upon the majestic Dauntless.

Candle light reflected in the men’s white and grey wigs like it would in the feathers of doltish pigeons.

Nearly scoffing, the focus of your eyes blurred.

Thoughts wandered off to the small bits of information you had grasped throughout the last two days; a business trip to Port Royal had turned into quite an amusing rescue maneuver as Norrington spotted the smoke signal Elizabeth was sending from a lonely island. 

She was brought onto the ship along with a mysterious pirate who turned out to be none other than the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow.

Lord, he seemed so different to the men you were used to. So interesting…

“Yn, the Lord's question was, would you be his companion on a visit to your brother?“ The raspy voice of your father suddenly cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife. 

You cleared your throat, hiding a muttered “god, no“ along the cough.

No, you simply couldn’t do this any longer tonight.

Tomorrow morning the misery would begin anew and the nights were too short anyway.

Dinner was over for you, you decided and shot up, heading towards the door. 

“Young Miss, where do you think you are going?“ your father called across the room, causing you to spin and face him along with everyone else seated on the grand table.

An unreadable expression settled on your face, lips moving on behalf of your temper. 

“Father, I do believe you won’t miss me much while conversing solely about my brother“. 

Norrington let out a shaky breath, his head turning to expect your father’s answer. Obviously, he was used to Elizabeth's docile manners.

The grey wig beneath Lord Sheffield's hat shifted slightly as he cocked his head.

He looked ridiculous. 

“Then go, yn. I do not have the time nor the patience for your behavior right now“ he sighed, waving his hand in an enervated gesture of dismissal “Check on Miss Swann when you pass by“.

The stingy sensation of the corset fighting your big breaths vexed you, along with your father's aloof attitude.

Nevertheless, he granted you exactly what you wanted; to leave and mind your own business.

A business that had preferably sparsely to do with these men.

“Thank you, sir. I will“ you curled your lips, forcing a hasty smile before your knees bent in a curtsy. “Lord Somerset, thank you again for the generous gift. Commodore“.

The Lord stood up with his chest puffed, trying to address you. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Sheffield. I wish you a good-“  

But the rest of his irrelevant set-phrase was cut off by the door closing behind your back. It snapped shut with a soft rock of the Dauntless.

As if she felt sorry for you.

Taking a big breath of the fresh sea breeze your tongue finally spoke some truth. “Damn you, Somerset“.

It felt good, even if it did little to improve your situation.

You knew you had to get away from the cabins or else your words of pent-up frustration would eventually find them.

Maybe you would find solace on the quarterdeck instead?

As you marched up the stairs with a grimace on your face from how impractical the heavy dress was, a young maid brushed past you with filled wineglasses on a silver tray. 

She smiled with respect, but could barely hide her excited look at the luxurious necklace.

Her soft lips parted when she spoke up in awe “If I may, Baron Somerset really is doting upon you, Miss“.

At her comment, the matching earrings with the similarly cut sapphires began to itch.

“So it seems“ you answered flatly, still trying your best not to let it all out on the innocent girl. 

“I happen to have overheard him talking about how beautiful your children would be“ she added with enthusiasm, unaware of your aversion to said nobleman.

You felt your gut twist and tighten at the vision alone. 

Children with this man? No.

On the brink of screaming or crying, your hand flew up to grab one of the glasses.

“Did he now?“ You hoisted it and bathed your upper lip in the sweet taste of Portuguese wine “Golden me“. 

Hearing her colleague call for her, the maid quickly curtsied and made her way down to the main cabin.

You sighed heavily, taking another sip.

Up on the spacious quarterdeck you wasted no time, set the glass down on a random barrel and began to take off your earrings. 

They were burning on your skin now.

Anger, chagrin and despair rioted in your veins like a hurricane.

So untamed, you didn’t even notice the man at the helm observing your actions through curious eyes.

“To hell-“ you shouted, kicking your right foot so that your shoe flew overboard in a wide arc “with you, father“ the other shoe followed suit.

“And Somerset“ you tossed one earring into the black sea, holding the other one while you unhooked the expensive necklace.

You didn’t hesitate a second to proceed with this macabre yet somehow weirdly freeing act of rebellion.

With your right arm outstretched, jewelry in your hands, you stood at the ship’s railing, wind in your face.

“And to the depths with this society of hypocrites and it's stupid rules“ your now hoarse voice exclaimed bitterly before your tossing arm got stopped mid way. 

What?

Twisting on your stocking feet, you ended up only inches away from Jack Sparrow’s face who was grinning at you with a pleased sparkle in his dark eyes.

You didn't dare to breathe, mouth agape.

He was still holding onto your arm even though you had lowered it in a mixture of shock and awe.

“Not good. Ye wouldn't wanna be doin' that, lassie“ the pirate purred, gold teeth adding to the captivating shine of his eyes.

Since the Navy took him prisoner, you had never spoken to him. Only eves-dropped when he had persuaded Norrington as if it was easy.

And now you could feel his breath fan across your face, the scent of the sea and rum intoxicating your brain.

Slowly, he unwrapped and lifted his fingers off your arm. One by one like a fan.

“Why not? You cannot stop me“ you eventually found your courage again and yanked your arm away. 

The man scrunched his brows, lips closing. The many trinkets in his dreadlocks clinked as Sparrow cocked his head.

Your eyes were slaves to his eccentric mimic for a little while before you finally got to step back.

His presence somehow calmed you down, brought your nerves to a halt. All the way to the point where you remembered your manners.

“My apologies, Mister Sparrow. I didn’t mean to-“ you began to apologize for the snappy behavior but he interjected with a finger pointing at you.

“Never be sorry for disobeying rules that aren't worth following, luv“.

Irritated by the unexpectedly wise words, you found yourself at a loss for an answer.

This man was a real pirate after all. The closest thing to an anarchical life there was. 

Your heart pumped awe through your veins that began to pacify the storm within. 

Features dropping from trained, polite distance to honest distress, your gaze darted down to the jewelry in your hand. It was worth at least as much as your entire collection of summer gowns. 

The blue stones seemed somewhat black tonight.

As grim as your future. With Somerset. Or any other noble, dim-witted aristocrat. 

The pirate just stood and watched the tragic poem being written all over your beautiful face. His silence allowed the gears in your mind to shift.

Then, you seemed put.

“What even are you doing at the helm, Sparrow?“ You asked to avoid any potential questions when you mindlessly chucked the bundle of jewelry to him.

He grinned again as an audible clink and clatter signaled you that he had caught it.

You were sure that Sparrow had a better use for it than you did. Whatever it may be.

Admittedly, you would have just thrown it overboard or locked it away in a random jewel casket for eternity.

A husky gravel met your ears when he cleared his throat after sinking the necklace deep into the inside pocket of his brown jacket.

It was as if he knew you didn't have any expectation of thanks or desire for inquiring about your deed.

“Isla de la Muerta can only be found by those who already know where it is-“.

Slow steps of heavy boots on wooden tiles neared you from your left.

“And rumors have it me, meself and I have a heading Norrington doesn’t, savvy?“ Sparrow slurred, snapping open a compass as he leaned his back against the railing next to you.

With your eyes raking over the dusk ocean, you couldn’t help but risk a peak over to his hands.

You grimaced. The compass obviously didn’t point north.

Was he tricking the Commodore?

Suddenly, Jack chuckled, clearly having seen your expression.

“Nah... tale for another night“ he simply stated closing the small, brown box again.

His intense gaze crawled all over your side profile and pinned updo. “Tell me somethin’ about ye, Missy. Plagued by those wig-suckers, eh?“ 

You gave a snort of laughter, enjoying his unfiltered way of addressing the men you were used to calling 'Lord', 'Governor' or 'Commodore'.

“You know exactly who I am. Do not call me Missy“ you snapped, biting down a playful smile no one had ever elicited as easily as the foreign pirate did.

Perhaps it should worry you but it didn’t in the slightest. 

Jack arched his figure to lean back more and study your edged expression from the front. You tried to shoot him an unfazed look but the pirate saw right through it and smiled widely. 

How he could read you so emphatically was far beyond what you were used to from men. It confused you. 

Just as it puzzled Jack that your behaviour was so devoid of any of the hospitality and judgement he had come to expect from your class.

It only drew the both of you deeper into whatever this conversation would become.

“Apologies, me bad. Miss Sheffield“ his deep voice cooed, finally cracking your surface and putting a soft blush on your cheeks.

“It never occurred to me that Pirates can be this charming“ you snickered with a hint of irony, eyes resting on Sparrow’s unique features for a moment.

His tanned skin was reflecting the flickering light of oil lamps. Sparrow was a handsome man, you realized.

Effortlessly and in tune with the ship's rocking, the man pushed off the railing to trail behind you.

“I always expected Pirates to be more- rogue, I suppose“ you mused, more to yourself.

Sparrow tsk'ed but he didn't seem hurt.

Your head cocked when you felt his hot breath close to the nape of your neck.

“A Shilling that I can alter your outlook on Pirates all by me onesies, eh?“ His comment was nonchalant and smug but in a swinging way.

This man had nerves. 

“Didn't I just give you a collier worth far more than one Shilling?“ you asked rhetorically, amplifying the perky tone.

The pirate hummed, as if contemplating. “Alright, then. Consider your debt paid“.

It was utterly refreshing to converse so freely without any rules or boundaries. You grew fond of it with every passing second. 

When Sparrow didn’t re-appear on your other side, you turned around to spot him chugging down the wine you had abandoned in your rage.

“Sorry, it’s no rum but-“

“-good. That’s good“ he complimented the red liquid, analyzing the ornate chalice through narrowed eyes before he sat it back down.

Carefully, with his pinky stretched out with decorum.

You caught yourself giggling but promptly covered your mouth with a palm. Habits. 

“So, Miss Sheffield...“ the pirate urged you, swaggering closer until he stood by your side again. His elbows were quickly propped on the reddish railing.

“Pray tell“.

You sighed. However, the will to empty your heart was unbreakable. 

It was easier when your gaze found shelter in the darkness of the Caribbean night but Sparrow’s stare lingered on you nonetheless. 

“I- I feel like- No, I am trapped. Trapped in a golden cage with only dull bumbles who want to possess women of standing as if they were accessories for their prevalence-striven plans“ you began to complain, your words gaining speed and intensity throughout the sentence. 

Honest pity flashed behind the pirate's charcoal outlined eyes.

The man had never thought he was capable of pitying those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

And still, there he stood, stricken by the pain in your melodic voice.

You gasped for air, your mind wanting to go on but your throat began to burn on the verge of crying.

“I must behave according to the rules of society, no matter what it is I truly desire. All the poisoned praise goes to my brother while I am only of importance when the subject of my marriage is discussed“.

“Ye brother be the new Governor of Nassau?“ Sparrow eventually asked, his gaze sliding down to where your nails were nervously scratching lines into the wooden railing.

You couldn’t help but scoff in annoyance of his title. “Yes, that be him“. 

The man next to you shrugged his shoulders, the trinkets and charms once again clinking. You would love to find out where he got each of them from.

“I could, in fact, sack Nassau port for ye as soon as I rip me Pearl from Barbossa’s slimy, old hands“ a tad of disgust infused his bold words at the foreign name.

“Jus' a humble offer. What ye say, lassie?“. 

Sparrow was trying to cheer you up.

A small smile began to reign over your lips again, toes curling. “That would only get you killed, fierce pirate“ you noted, trying to sound as judicious and rational as possible.

Instead, he grinned even broader and spread his arms in an eccentric, self-presenting pose. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, luv“ he declared as if it was self-explanatory.

For the first time in a while the sea breeze caught and carried your sincere laughter.

Sparrow’s braided goatee twitched as he found himself biting his lip at the pretty sound and look.

You were a stunning woman in noble clothes with noble blood in your veins but with a spirit as wild and ravenous as his own.

You enthralled him.

“Bring this to my daughter. She shall eat, at least. The Commodore risks too much by rescuing young Turner, he cannot afford to see his fiancé unwell“ Governor Swann’s order suddenly boomed across the main deck, followed by hasty steps of a maid.

Instinctively, Sparrow snaked his hand around your shoulder, across your chest and pulled you back with him.

Out of sight.

His rough hand on your mouth muffled a shrill cry just enough. 

“They thinkin’ yer asleep, eh, Miss Sheffield?“ His voice was lowered, almost just a husk and yet it was filled with this mischievous, flirtatious tone.

God, this man sent shivers down your spine like no other. 

But he was still a lawless pirate.

A prisoner, even.

Suddenly, whyever, the gravity of your situation and the futility of tonight's zeal made you feel how cold and wet the floor was without shoes.

Brown dreadlocks pressed against the back of your head irrevocably disheveled your updo. 

“Asleep, as I should be...“ you muttered, infused with a hint of re-surfacing anger and despair.

You wriggled yourself out of his protective grasp. The pirate's brow was raised, eyes narrowed on your face.

There was a haze of danger and waywardness about Jack Sparrow that made you question your own courage and spirit. 

“Why did I even tell you all that in the first place?“ you exclaimed, hands thrown up. Slowly stepping away from him, you felt all the emotions crushing your mind.

“You most likely do not care, neither do I profit by wailing. It doesn’t bear contemplating...“.

Sparrow wrapped his right hand back around the handle of the helm, looking rather unfazed by the confusion that was spreading in your system like the Portuguese wine in his own. 

Heavy silence and the occasional laughter from the men in the Captain’s cabin mingled with the soft splash of sea water. 

Your feelings were now as erratic as the rhythm of the crashing waves.

“Look 'ere, luv“.

Your gaze was just about to turn from pleading to the usual bored emptiness as you saw his free hand wander down to his leather belt.

A smirk adorned his bearded face when skilled fingers rapidly detached the compass and threw it over to you.

Stumbling slightly as the ship rocked, you caught the brown box before it could hit the ground.

You heard Sparrow mutter a muted “Thank god“ that made you want to snap at him but the gesture was too interesting not to query.

Why would he think you needed a compass?

Fluster painted your features when you met his weirdly satisfied expression.

“Aren’t you Captain Jack Sparrow? Don’t you need a compass for... that?“ You asked with less challenge in your tone than initially planned.

He chuckled beautifully, shaking his head with eyes closed.

“What?“ You probed when his dark gaze began to rise up from the floor, along your figure.

“I may be without me compass but not without heading and a plan“ the pirate finally explained, taking another step closer to the helm “You, contrastingly and tragically, lack both“. 

Your arms came up and crossed defensively in front of your chest.

But his words and the tight corset made you drop them again rather quickly. 

He was right. You had been lamenting about your situation barely three minutes ago.

“So? What exactly is your compass going to change about that, Sparrow?“.

You peered down at the inconspicuous looking box.

“Everythin'.“ Sparrow stated with a touch of mystery. “Listen what ye heart wants and the compass is gonna give ye a heading, savvy?“.

A big part of you wanted to believe what this infuriatingly interesting man promised while another voice was whispering to you how it was literal magic he was implying.

Magic. 

With a hesitant gesture of offering it back to him, you hoped to find out which voice to listen to.

“But you would want it back, right? It is yours after all“ you commented your action with genuine concern and a small smile.

Plus, the fear that Norrington would kill Jack if he couldn’t find the Isla without his compass. 

Captured by the pirate for one last time, you watched his gold teeth flash in a wide grin, his tattooed hand spreading on his chest as a sign of integrity.

He was being honest, you felt it.

“I will be gettin’ it back, luv. Don't ye worry“. 

Before you creeped down the stairs and eventually headed for your cabin to ponder on your heart's desires, the last you saw of Captain Jack Sparrow was a charming wink. 

The last for now, at least.

♡ thank you so much for reading my very first POTC fic ever ♡

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Pearl of the Sea Chapter Eight

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Eight: Dueling on Isla de Muerta

Summary: Elizabeth and (Y/N) aren't going to abandon Will, and they decide to act like proper pirates.

            “Mr. Sparrow, you will come with us,” said Norrington. Far away in the bay of Isla de Muerta, the Pearl bobbed in the water. Night blanketed every ship in darkness, which meant the other crew hadn’t spotted them at all.

            “We want to—”

            “You and Miss Swann will wait here,” said Norrington curtly, looking sharply at (Y/N), who flinched. He turned away, and Jack was escorted to a rowboat with Norrington and the officers.

            “Wait!” said Elizabeth. “You need to know something.” They had tried the entire trip to speak, and everyone ignored them.

            “Enough, Elizabeth,” sighed Swann. “Please, no more trouble.”

            “We’re serious, you’re about to go into danger, and you have no idea what you’re doing!” said (Y/N).

            “Put them in my cabin,” said Norrington to his men as he stepped into the rowboat.

            Two guards grabbed Elizabeth, and another two grabbed (Y/N) by the arms. Swann averted his eyes as they were pushed towards the cabin.

            “Listen!” shouted (Y/N). “The pirates, they’re cursed!”

            “They can’t be killed!” cried Elizabeth as she and (Y/N) were shoved into the captain’s cabin.

            “Don’t worry, Miss. He’s informed of that,” said a soldier, smirking. “A mermaid flopped up on deck and told him the whole story.”

            The doors were shut. The lock turned. A click sealed them in the room.

            Elizabeth and (Y/N) looked at each other furiously. They would not stand by silently.

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            On the Isla de Muerta, Jack calmly slipped through the crowd of chanting pirates. Barbossa once more stood over the group with Will in hand, ready to spill blood on Aztec coins to free them from their curse. Slowly, the cheers died out as people noticed him until silence overtook the hall.

            “Jack!” exclaimed Will, shocked.

            “It’s not possible,” breathed Barbossa. Twice now he’d abandoned Jack on the island, and twice now he’d returned.

            “Not probable,” corrected Jack.

            “Where’s Elizabeth and (Y/N)?!” cried Will.

            “They’re safe, just like I promised,” said Jack. “Elizabeth’s set to marry Norrington, like she promised, and you get to die for her like you promised. So we’re all men of our word, really. Except for Elizabeth, who is, in fact, a woman. And (Y/N) didn’t make a promise, so they’re not breaking anything!” He smiled.

            “Shut up! You’re next.” Barbossa waved his knife around before lifting it to Will’s neck once again.

            “You don’t want to be doing that, mate,” said Jack.

            “No, I really think I do,” said Barbossa.

            “Your funeral,” said Jack casually.

            Barbossa heaved a sigh before looking at Jack and entertaining him. “Why don’t I want to be doing it?”

            “Oh, because the HMS Dauntless, pride of the Royal Navy, is floating just offshore, waiting for you,” said Jack.

            The crowd of pirates murmured worriedly.

            “Just hear me out, mate,” said Jack before Barbossa could say anything. “Order your men to row out to the Dauntless. Robert’s your uncle, Fannie’s your aunt.” He grinned, and the pirates murmured excitedly now. “There you are with two ships. The makings of your very own fleet. You’ll take the grandest as your flagship, and who’s to argue? But what of the Pearl? Name me captain, I’ll sail under your colors. I’ll give you ten percent of me plunder, and you get to introduce yourself as Commodore Barbossa. Savvy?”

            “I suppose, in exchange, you wanted me not to kill the whelp,” said Barbossa.

            Jack shrugged. “Not at all. By all means, kill the whelp.”

            Will’s face fell. Jack’s gaze flicked to him, but he was making sure his plan was in motion.

            “Just not yet. Wait to lift the curse until the opportune moment,” continued Jack.

            Will glanced at Jack in surprise. That would give him time to escape. Time to survive. Time to help (Y/N) and Elizabeth.

            “For instance, after you’ve killed Norrington’s men,” suggested Jack, running his hands over the Aztec gold. “Every. Last. One.”

            Will frowned. Each word had been punctuated by a coin clicking back into the chest, but something felt…off. “You’ve been planning this from the beginning,” snapped Will. “Ever since you learned my name!”

            “Yeah.” Jack admitted it freely.

            “I want fifty percent of your plunder,” said Barbossa.

            “Fifteen,” countered Jack.

            “Forty.”

            “Twenty-five.”

            Barbossa paused and considered.

            “I’ll buy you the hat. A really big one,” said Jack. “Commodore.”

            “We have an accord,” said Barbossa. He shook Jack’s hand.

            “All hands to the boats!” declared Jack. He cleared his throat as Barbossa looked at him. “Apologies. You give the orders.”

            “Gents! Take a walk!” said Barbossa.

            The fight was on.

            For a moment, the image of (Y/N), smiling and saluting to freedom, appeared in Jack’s mind. He pushed it away after pausing for a second. He didn’t have time for that. He was a pirate. Jack’s priority was himself.

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            “Elizabeth? (Y/N)?” Swann knocked lightly on the door of the cabin the pair were locked in. He cleared his throat when he got no response. “I want you to know I understand. (Y/N), you wanted to help Elizabeth. I understand that, and you were quite brave. But you put yourself in danger and engaged in illegal activity. No matter how brave you were, that was wrong.”

            (Y/N) tightened the latest knot of sheets, and Elizabeth grabbed another cloth.

            “And Elizabeth, I believe you made a very good decision today,” continued Swann. “Couldn’t be prouder of you. But, you know, even a good decision, if made for the wrong reasons, can be a wrong decision.”

            Elizabeth pushed the back cabin window open and threw the makeshift rope down to a lifeboat. She slid down, and (Y/N) descended behind her. She steadied (Y/N) as they landed.

            Swann received no response from either his daughter or his ward. “Elizabeth? (Y/N)? Are you there? Are you even listening to me?” He pushed the door open to find no one within.

            Elizabeth and (Y/N) were already rowing away. Behind them, unbeknownst to all, a skeleton crew was descending upon the British navy.

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            “I must admit, Jack, I thought I had you figured, but it turns out you’re a hard man to predict,” said Barbossa. He and a few of his man had remained in the cave of treasures to guard Jack and Will.

            “Me? I’m dishonest,” said Jack. “And a dishonest man you can trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you want to watch out for.” He swaggered around the cave. “Because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly stupid.” He looked directly at Will, who furrowed his brow.

            Am I getting a message? thought Will.

            He was not left wondering for long. Jack pulled a cutlass from the pirate to his side and tossed it to Will. He caught it with his bound hands and shoved his guard back. Barbossa instantly drew his sword, and Jack slashed at him. Barbossa parried. The fight was on.

            Will pivoted and let a pirate slash wildly through the ropes to free his hands but whirling and attacking himself. It was two versus three, but Will could handle Barbossa’s lackeys while Jack faced Barbossa himself.

            “You’re off the edge of the map, mate,” sneered Barbossa, pressing his sword towards Jack. “Here there be monsters!”

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            Elizabeth and (Y/N) arrived at the edge of the Black Pearl. They climbed up the side of the ship, careful not to speak lest a pirate overhear them. They pulled themselves onto the deck upon seeing no one stirring.

            Screech!

            A skeletal monkey dropped down in front of them and screamed at the top of its little lungs. (Y/N) grabbed it and threw it into the sea. Undoubtedly, someone had heard, but that had given them a bit of satisfaction.

            Quickly, (Y/N) and Elizabeth hid beside the stairs as the two guards left behind ran up on deck. Then, the pair slipped down into the hull of the ship to the brig.

            “Miss Elizabeth! (Y/N)!” exclaimed Gibbs in surprise.

            “Who’s ready to escape?” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

            “Have I ever told you I think you’re crazy but bloody brilliant?” said Anamaria.

            “Feel free to start calling me that after we survive,” said (Y/N), wedging a plank under the door like they’d seen Will do. They pushed down, and the cell door clanged open.

            “Now, who will come with us to save Will? And Jack, I suppose. They’re in the cave, and they’re in danger,” said Elizabeth.

            Silence.

            “Come on!” said Elizabeth, frustrated.

            “Any port in a storm,” squawked Cotton’s parrot.

            “Cotton’s right. We’ve got the Pearl,” said Gibbs.

            “Are you going to just leave Will and Jack?” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “After we saved you, you’re going to just leave?”

            “Jack owes us a ship,” said one pirate.

            “And you owe us your lives now,” snapped (Y/N).

            “There’s the Code to consider,” said Gibbs.

            “The Code?” repeated Elizabeth. “You’re pirates. Hang the Code, hang the rules! They’re more like guidelines, anyways.”

            “I hate rules,” huffed (Y/N). They glared at all the pirates. “We came back for you when we should have abandoned you according to the Code.” They smiled curtly. “Please try to remember that as you sail away.”

            The pirates shifted uncomfortably, and (Y/N) and Elizabeth turned away. They got back into their lifeboat and began rowing away. If no one would help them, so be it. They’d still go and help Will—and Jack, by extension.

            They ran through the tunnels and arrived in the treasure room just in time to see Will knocked to his back in the shallow water. A pirate grinned down over him.

            “I’m gonna teach you the meaning of pain!” he sneered.

            “Do you like pain?” said Elizabeth, grabbing a golden scepter.

            The pirate paused and turned. She slammed the scepter into his head. He went reeling backwards, and Elizabeth glared.

            “Try wearing a corset,” snapped Elizabeth.

            Unproperly fastened, too, thought (Y/N).

            Will stood and stared at Elizabeth as if she was the whole world. He was shocked to see her but ever so relieved. Elizabeth smiled before looking at Barbossa and Jack, still dueling. They moved through the shallow water, piles of treasure, and moonlight. They transformed from human to skeleton in the light—even Jack, now that he’d taken an Aztec coin to ensure he was safe from being killed.

            “Whose side is Jack on?” asked Elizabeth.

            “At the moment?” said Will. He shrugged. It was always up in the air. He frowned. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

            “What do you mean? They are right—” Elizabeth turned to find the teenager missing. “Oh, hell.”

            The three other pirates had recovered their wits and were approaching Elizabeth and Will again, so they gathered their weapons and prepared to meet them head on while also trying to wildly look around and identify (Y/N)’s whereabouts.

            Barbossa grinned as he and Jack continued their dance.

            Wham!

            He stumbled forward and narrowly avoided one of his bones from being sliced away by rolling to the side. He whirled and glared at the source of the kick. (Y/N) stood, holding a cutlass, and glared at him.

            “Oh, gods,” huffed Barbossa. Nothing was going to plan once again.

            “Here to join the party, eh?” said Jack, grinning.

            “Well, I’m still a bit upset about being left for dead,” said (Y/N).

            “It will happen again if you don’t pay attention!”

            Barbossa swung at them, and (Y/N) jumped back to dodge. They landed in the shallow water, but, instead of slowing down or stumbling, they expertly balanced and blocked his next swing. For once, all the energy and constant restlessness had settled into the ebb and flow of battle. They felt at home in the dance of a duel.

            Barbossa swung at them, but Jack interceded and stabbed at Barbossa, who spun and blocked. (Y/N) stabbed their sword into his leg bones and twisted, forcing him to his knee for a moment.

            “Jack!” shouted (Y/N), nodding to the Aztec chest.

            Jack turned and saw Will standing there, sword in hand. Jack understood. He sliced his own hand open, clutched the gold coin in it, and tossed it up to Will, who drew his blade.

            (Y/N) lunged, Barbossa drew his pistol, and everyone froze.

            Bang!

            Barbossa’s head jerked towards Jack in confusion. “Ten years you carry that pistol, and now you waste your shot.”

            “He didn’t waste it,” said Will.

            Barbossa whirled, and his eyes widened as he saw Will, hand sliced opened, drop two bloody coins into the chest. (Y/N) felt a cold breeze fly over them, and they knew instantly the curse had been broken. The gold could rest easily now.

            Barbossa cautiously opened his coat and stared in shock at his chest. Right at his heart, blood was staining his white shirt. It poured steadily, no curse to stop it. He looked up at Jack and (Y/N), and something akin to a smile appeared on his face.

            “I feel…” His face fell. “Cold.”

            Barbossa collapsed. His eyes stared, unseeing, at the night sky. He was dead.

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The Pirate Queen

Chapter 5: I’m Alice

Author’s Note: Whhhatt? A revamped story plus a new Norrington chapter in one day? Yep! I hope you guys like it!!

Alice was sure the servants thought her state of dress was odd, but there seemed to be too much anxiety in the air to give her more than a passing curious glance. Governor Swann was no where to be seen, though Alice suspected he would be at the fort a while after what happened.

The same woman who had come to find her led Alice up the grand staircase and into Elizabeth’s bedroom.

“Lady Frances.” Elizabeth immediately curtsied as her maid left the room. The room was styled very classically. Everything neat and in it’s place. It felt very… not Elizabeth. “Your clothes-“

“Are you alright, Elizabeth?” Alice asked quickly. This wasn’t the time to discuss fashion.

“I…” Elizabeth let out a soft sigh. “I am… I’m just…”

“Today seems to have been an all around trying day.” Alice offered before encouraging Elizabeth to sit on her bed. Alice sat next to her. “You were taken hostage by a pirate, if I am to understand correctly?”

“He was using me to get out of a situation.” She begun to fidget with her hands. “He saved me. I fell off of the fort. If Jack Sparrow hadn’t…” Her voice faltered again and Alice grabbed her hand softly.

“Please continue.”

“That’s the pirate’s name - Jack Sparrow. Commodore Norrington seemed to mark him as a pirate straight away. When they were going to arrest him he grabbed me and held his gun to my head. He escaped, but only for a few minutes before they caught him anyway.”

“That must have been very frightening.”

“I don’t believe he really wanted to hurt me.” Elizabeth’s eyes turned to hers. “I think he just needed an escape.”

“More than likely.” Alice agreed. Sparrow was a lot of things, but downright cruel wasn’t one of them. “Your fall must have been scary too.”

“Oh, goodness, yes. After Norrington proposed I just couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I fainted right off.”

“Norrington proposed?” Alice asked, feigning ignorance.

“You knew he would.” Elizabeth pushed. “I am sure there is no way my father didn’t tell you that arrangement had been made.” Well, Alice had been right when she told James that Elizabeth probably already worked it out.

Alice chuckled. “He did. And now, when you’re married, you will be able to tell people how you fell for James during his proposal.” At first Elizabeth let out a small laugh, but her smile quickly faded. A far off look took over. One Alice recognized well. “You don’t love James Norrington, do you?”

Tears seemed to well in Elizabeth’s eyes. “I do not.”

“You have feelings for someone else.” Alice said calmly.

“How could you know that?”

“Because James is a good man, and you would only be this sad about his proposal if there was someone else you cared for.”

“I have no idea what to do.” Elizabeth seemed to fiddle with the chain around her neck.

“If it were up to me?” Alice started. “I would say choose your own life. Not the life you feel you are supposed to take. You are assured a good life with James. He will be caring, kind-“ her voice softened, “a good husband, but if that is not who you want-“

“So, it’s true.” Elizabeth said quickly. There was no judgement in her voice, just curiosity. “You care for Commodore Norrington.” Alice stood to look out Elizabeth’s window, before giving her a soft smile. “But you’re husband-“

“I can promise you for a fact, Elizabeth, that my husband doesn’t care anything of what I am feeling or for whom.”

“You don’t have a husband, do you?” This time Alice could tell Elizabeth’s anxiety levels were rising.

“No, I don’t.”

“Are you who you say you are?”

Alice took a deep breath in. “No, I’m not.” She saw Elizabeth start to stand. “But I don’t mean you or your father any harm. I need to make that clear.”

“Why are you here then? Are you even from England? Even nobility?”

“I have never set foot in England.” Alice said with a small laugh. “And I am certainly not nobility.”

“I had a feeling about that.” Elizabeth said carefully. Her brain was fighting whether or not to trust Frances. They had been alone enough times that if she meant harm, she could have done it.

“I knew you were smart.”

“Well, that and no noble would ever say to not marry the best social match.”

“They are set in their ways, aren’t they?” Alice asked and Elizabeth let out a small laugh as her anxiety began to calm.

“Who are you?”

Alice watched as the last of the sunset made the sky a brilliant orange and began to fade into purple.

“I can’t tell you right now. It’s getting late. It’s been a long day for you and you need rest.” Alice looked her in the eyes. “I promise you that you will know the whole story, just not tonight.”

Elizabeth seemed to think a moment and then nod. “Alright, but I will hold you to that.”

“I would expect nothing less.” Alice said with a final curtsy before she headed back out Elizabeth’s door and toward where her crew was waiting.

———————————

The sun had completely set and everything was packed. Now it was just a matter of taking the next few hours and transporting it down to the docks. A ship was already waiting to carry them and their cargo to meet her ships in Tortuga.

“We can leave nothing behind that would lead Norrington or anyone from the Navy to suspect we are anything more than what we said.” Alice called as they were doing a last search of the house. They left strategic things behind. Cases of clothing, food, instructions that they planned to return once Frances “husband” was better. In reality, a letter would come in three months declaring their intentions of staying in England. The dresses were to be taken to Elizabeth, anything else in the house redistributed.

“Captain!” Giles voice called. “You best come take a look at this!” Giles was standing on the balcony that oversaw Port Royal.

“What is it?” Alice asked and Giles handed her the telescope he was using. Creeping over the water was a dense fog. It seemed to come out of no where - the conditions had not been right for fog. More than that, it moved in an unnatural pace.

“We’ll never be able to sail in that.” Charlie said, his tone annoyed and frustrated.

“I don’t think that’s the reason we won’t be able to sail.” Alice almost whispered. A ship had come through the fog. Black sails, a pirate flag. “Tell me I’m not seeing what I’m seeing.”

Edward took the telescope. “The Black Pearl.” They had heard rumors of the Pearl. It was spoke of in hushed whispers by other pirates over glasses and glasses of rum. Except for Jack Sparrow, of course, who would tell any sod who would listen the tale of Barbosa marooning him and leaving him to die. The rumors though, the ones that started after Barbosa mutinied against Jack. The blood thirsty crew who were stronger than anyone could imagine, the ships that would aimlessly sail the seas, the mysterious island they always returned to. The question was why was it in Port Royal.

The warning bells at the fort began to ring followed by the first echos of cannon fire as the crew was gathered outside.

“What in the hell could Barbosa want with Port Royal?” Elias asked.

“I can’t imagine it’s the naval plans we wanted.” Alice said quickly. “We should get inside. Lock the doors.” The crew did as she said and they extinguished most of the lights except for in the study where they were trying to come up with new ideas. They certainly couldn’t leave while the island was under attack.

Edward was pacing. “Barbosa is so foolish to attack this way. They must want something big.”

“The best way to go about that would be to take prisoners.” Charlie added.

Alice agreed. “And the best prisoners to take would be….” Her voice trailed off as she looked to her men in horror. “The Governor and his daughter.” A gunshot fired from the direction of the Swann house.

“We have to do something.” She said to Edward who nodded. “They could be raiding houses. Everyone else, stay here. If anyone comes in, take care of them.”

“Sure thing, Captain.” Charlie promised. Alice tied her belt tightly and she put her pistol in the hostler on the side. Edward handed her a sword and the two left the front door, running for the Swann residence.

By the time they arrived they could see Elizabeth being carried down the hill by two pirates. She struggled desperately, but it seemed no use. Neither Edward nor Alice had the time to go after them as two more had come out of the house and were on them in a flash. Both Edward and Alice were trained fighters, but these pirates were strong. Stronger than either had anticipated.

The pirate Alice was flighting backed her into the house where they had to step over the body of the Swann’s butler. The sound of their swords clashing echoed in the dark mansion. Though he was strong, the pirate was sloppy. He lunged and she was able to side step and twist, pushing her sword between his ribs. As he fell, Alice waisted no time getting back outside.

Edward sat on the ground.

“Edward!” She was next to him in two seconds. His white shirt was becoming stained with his blood from a large gash on his arm. “What happened.”

“He nicked me and ran off.”

“This is more than a nick.”

“I’ll be alright.” Edward assured her.

“Get back to the crew and see that looked at. I’m going after Elizabeth.”

Edward grabbed her shoulder. “Be careful…. Something about these guys.”

“I will.” She helped him up before taking off toward the heart of the town.

It was chaos. Buildings were burning, people were running in the streets to escape the many pirates that had flooded the shore. Alice headed toward the docks. If they had Elizabeth still alive, she could only assume they were taking her to Barbosa.

As she came upon the Fort, James was out at the front. He and his men fighting off the pirates. From Alice’s vantage point she could see one sneaking up, ready to strike James. She jumped into the fray, stopping the blow. James took a moment to register who was fighting beside him, doing a double take when his mind worked out that it was Frances. Still, he didn’t have a moment to say even a word as the fight continued.

The pirate Alice was fighting laughed as their swords clanged, but then he quickly took several steps backward.

“Fighting for the Navy, are you Alice?” She took her pistol from her belt and aimed it at him, but he slowly backed up more giving her a wide grin.

A memory seemed to flash through her mind. Back from when she first came to the Caribbean, before Sam died. Sam and that man drinking at a bar.

As the man turned to run, the other pirates followed him in some sort of retreat. Alice put her pistol back on her belt and quickly helped James drag an injured man back up and into the fort where a doctor was tending to the wounded.

“What do you think you are doing?” James yelled as he turned toward her.

“Helping!” She replied before they both heard shouts of joy that the pirates were heading back to their boat.

James grabbed Alice’s hand and tore through the fort and into his office. When he slammed the door behind him the candles flickered making shadows on the wall.

“James-“

“Who are you?” He asked, his eyes trained on her. Alice clenched her jaw and didn’t answer. “You’re not a noble woman. Not fighting like that.” This time Alice let out a little huff of a laugh. “Is your name Frances Craven Somers?”

“No.” She finally said and she watched his brow furrow in anger, but then another look highlighted the emotion that had welled in him - betrayal.

“Is your husband the Viscount Henry Somers?”

“I don’t even have a husband.” With this she dropped her accent and James visibly took a step back.

“You… you’re not….” It was as if his brain was fighting with himself. His piercing green eyes focused on her again. “I will ask once more.” His voice was dangerously low, as if he dared her to lie or not answer. “Who are you?” Alice carefully took out her sword and pistol. James tensed for just a moment before she set them on his desk. Walking around him she looked where her crew described finding the documents until she found the list of pirates they were continuing to hunt.

She set it on the desk in front of him and pointed to her own name. “I’m Alice.”

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Hii!! Could you pls write a James Norrington x Swann!reader where the reader is Elizabeth’s older sister who loves/fancies James Norrington but he doesn’t know that she loves him so the reader pretends to pass out but he catches her and carries her to her bedroom and waits for her to wake up and the he finally tells her that he loves her too and they get married at the end. (You can add what you like) thank you 😊 :)

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

James Norrington x Swann reader⚔🦢

A reconsidered proposal👰

On this day was the ceremonial promotion of James Norrington, a man who served in the naval army for a long time. He served the Swann family. James was always by their side, he viewed us like family although—there was but one inharmonious part—the day the commodore had planned to propose to Elizabeth Swann. The commodore had always been close to Elizabeth although, before Elizabeth was born there was another, a girl who was bright and bold who had grown up with Norrington since they were younger. Y/n Swann. A fine woman who protected her sister from the beginning since the tragedy of their mother’s passing. The two sisters were opposites: one fantasying about pirates and the other fantasying of marriage. Y/n sided with her father and the commodore; she was set to be a lady. Though, since y/n was younger she had known the commodore more than Elizabeth. She had been their during his downfalls, worries and woes while spending her time making him fall high in laughter and joy. The commodore protected the family with honour and respect, the soon to be admiral will choose a betrothal to a fine woman.

Governor Swann had bid Elizabeth farewell to accept the commodores proposal. He turned to y/n wearing a gown with a fine layer of skirtings. She placed her hands together in a ladylike manner approaching her father. “Tis be quite a tremendous day y/n, Elizabeth will accept the commodores proposal and she will wed” Y/n’s father smiled.

“Indeed, though I can’t help but feel—rather—” y/n muttered although her father ended the sentence for her. “Happy for your sister’s occasion” he concluded.

The truth is, y/n didn’t exactly feel tremendous joy for her sister. It was hard to explain but, she had hoped the commodore would betroth her to his hand in marriage.

The Governor accompanied his daughter inside the manor, her heels clicked as she headed up the stairs into her bedroom. Only, at the door there was a knock. The servant opened the door to greet a commoner, he was smaller in height and his clothes weren’t of riches. His brown hair was tied back as his eyes were soft in expression. “Have you seen Elizabeth” the man asked. It was Will, the blacksmith. “No, Miss Swann had just left Sir, I suggest you leave your request with Governor Swann if you insist to visit her” the servant informed Will.

Y/n called out to Will “Blacksmith, I assume your work is going well?”.

Will turned his head up the stairs to see a woman in a dashing, fine silk gown. “Miss y/n, yes, indeed, I thought I would’ve caught Mrs Swann just in time”.

“Please Will, you know how many times Elizabeth told you to call her by her first name” y/n smiled kindly.

“Uh, yes but, perhaps there is a way you can pass my regards to Elizabeth for me” Will requested. “Certainly, Sir William” y/n politely curtsied.

Will was more acquainted with Elizabeth then y/n, the two had known each other since childhood. The blacksmiths past is rather a mystery, no one knew who or where he came from. The boy was caught adrift in a sea wreckage, he was taken in by a rather older gent who knew about the works of swords. Will had been accustomed to the family, every day he would pass by just to see Elizabeth. Their meetings were always rather short but, y/n knew, the blacksmith had feelings for her sister, even more, her sister had grown closer to the blacksmith. The commodore didn’t know, Liz always dismissed it. Will was a rather humble and kind gent, more than any other man y/n knew.

“I shall inform her once I see her, Sir William” y/n promised.

In the distance a carriage pulled up rather earlier than expected, out of the entry door, Elizabeth and the commodore climbed out. Y/n quickly rushed down the stairs, grabbing her skirtings to see what happened. “Elizabeth, dear God, what happened”. Elizabeth was dripping with water as her hair was soaking, the commodore accompanied her inside. “Get her warmed up and keep an eye on her” the commodore ordered the maid. “Yes sir” the maid helped Elizabeth to warm her up in any way she could. “Commodore, what happened, is Elizabeth alright” the Governor rushed out to find his daughter soaking wet.

“Indeed, we’ve just encountered a scoundrel, a pirate” the commodore informed y/n’s father.

“A pirate?” he questioned.

“Yes Sir, a no-good buccaneer of the seas, we gave chase and the pirate shall be set to hang” the commodore said proudly.

A pirate? A pirate? here in port royal? Oh no this is terrible news, if it weren’t for the navy, who knew what kinds of terrible things would’ve happened to poor Elizabeth. “I-I thank you commodore for saving my dear sister” y/n shyly showed her gratitude. “Fret not lady y/n, your sister is safe, we shall purge that pirate for his no-good deeds” the commodore stated.

Y/n fancied him, she always has, it was only a matter of time before she could tell him. “Commodore, I-“ y/n stuttered. James turned with curiosity, his face, holding a stern expression.

“I, I, I” y/n began to close her eyes as her body collapsed. James coming into action took y/n in his arms. “Y/n” the Governor had noticed his eldest daughter had fainted. The commodore informed her father that he will bring her up to her bedroom, even if it was inappropriate, he felt the need to protect the woman who had been there for him, for all those years. The commodore carried the woman’s body up the stairs into what looked like a white, elegant room. James placed y/n in her bed, he felt her forehead to make sure she wasn’t burning up whilst watching her chest move up and down. Now, it might’ve been selfish but, y/n hadn’t intended to use this action, rather, it was to gain the commodores attention. The bed was soft; the sheets made of cotton and silk; feathers filled the pillow. The commodore intently watched as y/n flickered her eyes open.

“Commodore, oh, forgive me” y/n muttered out.

“Lady y/n don’t burden your forgiveness on something you had no control of doing” James furrowed his brows. “I’m just glad your well” he addressed.

Y/n grabbed his hand, she wanted to tell him, all these years of growing together, spending time, and enjoying each other’s company. The commodore had always been protective of her and her sister. “I want to inform you of something—you see my mind was set on Elizabeth’s betrothal that, that I never knew” he paused.

“I had been paying my affections toward the wrong person” he looked into y/n’s eyes.

“Elizabeth is a fine woman but” James smiled. “You are, such a remarkable lady”.

“I must re-consider my proposal; would you wed me” James asked.

Y/n smiled as her eyes were full of happiness “Oh, James of course I will”.

Norrington smiled with genuine emotion, something he had only done when around her family. Y/n leaned forward from her bed, not caring if her hair was messy from the pillow. She leaned forward and embraced James in a kiss. He was caught off guard but leaned into it.

The commodore had potentially nearly made a mistake that caused him misery, he was engaged to y/n, a woman who had known him far longer. He had informed Governor Swann that his proposal was to be reconsidered, Mr Swann was rather hesitant thinking Elizabeth would be heart broken. However, she granted her blessings as she had fancied William.

On the middle hour, on the day of June, the commodore had awaited at the arch as many gathered. Y/n had said her vows as James spoke his and the rest you can say was history.

On this day, Y/n Swann was known as Y/n Norrington. The Commodores wife.

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90 “You can tell me anything.” for potc, please? 🌻

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A brush with death puts life in perspective. Her father sets aside the terror aboard the Dauntless that night at Isla de Muerta, but Elizabeth sees the strain the shock has caused—or perhaps the moonlight has only opened her eyes to what she did not want to see before.

Elizabeth’s days are filled with the warmth of Will’s love and the glow of sunlight; she rarely sees her father, busy as he is with his duties. Commodore Norrington departs to hunt Jack Sparrow, and overseeing the repair of the town falls to Governor Swann. He must plan her wedding, as well, unable to abandon his idea of what a governor’s daughter deserves, even when she is marrying the humble blacksmith. 

But when the sun has fallen away, when the moon begins her reign, Elizabeth sees the signs of age upon him as she has not before. Though not as vivid as skull and bone, as blue flesh and rigor mortis, the moonlight reveals all.

He moves slower, less surely, and with reflexes Elizabeth is sure were sharper before. He is less likely to linger and chat in the streets into the late hours as his friendly manner once dictated. She knows that he sleeps poorly, waking in the night to pace the house in the darkest hours—Elizabeth hears his steps as she stares at the silver dapples upon her ceiling, haunted by what they have seen, and angry that it affects her so.

Neither mentions the nightmares to the other. Neither discusses that cursed night at all. 

They find themselves in a rare moment of refuge in the library, after a particularly trying dinner party. Will, bless his heart, is kind and well-mannered, but not yet able to navigate the social labyrinth of an aristocratic affair. Where Father had faltered, Elizabeth stepped in to smooth over conversation, scavenging what she could to maintain a respectably entertaining mood. Many members of the party had dispersed already, though a few attendees linger to play cards in the next room.

In the relative quiet, Elizabeth makes a show of browsing these well-trod shelves. Father stares at the portrait of her late mother at the wall, a glass of warmed wine clutched in his hand. Elizabeth studies him to commit the sight to memory, so she might always remember him this way: the elegant governor, consulting the memory of his wife, domestic and devoted. But she sees only the anxious tap of his finger against his thigh, the slouch of his posture, the locked knees, the shadows under his eyes.

“Father?” she blurts, before she knows she wants to speak.

He starts and turns to her with a belated smile. “Yes, my dear?”

Elizabeth hesitates. She loves her father. She has run his household for years. She knows him as she knows herself. But she cannot find the right words tonight, grasping for a feeling that has not fully formed. 

What she says is: “You know you can tell me anything. If there is anything you need…”

What she means is: Tell me I have nothing to fear. 

Father regards her with confusion, his smile only faltering because he does not understand. “Yes, my dear,” he says again, placating now, “I know. Is everything well?”

Elizabeth turns away, to her mother’s portrait. “Yes,” she lies. “I just wanted you to know.”

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Velonara-tossing tauren's lore

Pirates of the Caribbean AU

Cast:

Elizabeth Swann: Jaina.

Governor Swann: Daelin.

Will Turner: Sylvanas.

Jack Sparrow: Alleria.

James Norrington: Arthas.

Gibbs: Muradin.

Barbosa: Ner'Zhul

Cursed coins: Frostmourne (in spirirt), maybe silver anchors like Jaina's?

Compass: Mana-activated, meaning Jaina and a few others can use it but not ordinary people?

Davy Jones: Illidan?

Dutchman and Crew: The Naga.

Calypso: Azshara. When she and Illidan fell out it was know as...the sundering :)

East India Company: Burning Legion?

Beckett: Kil'Jaeden? Holds some sway over Illidan like Beckett holds some sway over Davy Jones but the respective minions are not so content.

Kraken: N'zoth?

Format:

3 stories would cover movie trilogy, 20k words each but one at a time.

1k chapters? Would be pleasant to write short chapters and be able to post often but perhaps it is too short to be exciting.

Curse of Black Pearl AU.

Follows most of movie script but with Azerothian twists and details? Like the vengeful Alleria (also suits her character) keeps a single arrow instead of bullet for Ner'Zhul.

Plan:

.1 Prologue with crossing from Quel'thalas. Backstory of them knowing each other in Kul Tiras when growing up. Making excuses to see each other.

.2 Arthas promotion and Jaina faints

.3 Allerias arrival and saving Jaina. Alleria has a single arrow for her bow instead of single bullet.

.4 Alleria duels Sylvanas and is captured. Insults Sylvanas saying she is unable to please a partner, counterpart to eunuch jabs. Lacking stamina is perhaps the reason she trains all the time with her blades instead?

.5 Pirates attack and Jaina is captured by dark rangers acting as Ragetti and Pintel and rest.

.6 Jaina and Nerzhul have dinner and undeath is revealed

.7 Sylvanas springs Alleria out and steal ship

.8 Sail for Tortuga - Booty Bay.

.9 Recruit Muradin and mad crew

.10 Sail for Isla de Muerta - Broken Isles.

.11 Steal back Jaina. She and Sylvanas kiss.

.12 Nerzhul attacks and sinks them

.13 Alleria and Jaina on the rum isle

.14 Arthas arrives and Jaina persuades him get Nerzhul

.15 Alleria negotiate with Nerzhul who then storms Dauntless

.16 Nerzhul turns captured Arthas to undead by chest

.17 Battle Nerzhul

.18 Defeat Nerzhul

.19 Save Alleria in Port Royal

.20 Aftermath. Arthas complements Sylvanas on Frostmournes quality and expect the same care showed for all aspects in her life. Pointedly says the gift went right to his heart, as its an estoc rapier made for piercing.

lright, so in the first part, the Curse of the Black Pearl, we have an established one-sided pining from baby-not-yet-pirate Sylv, and a Jaina that goes from "wtf pirates??? I wanna go home???" to "huh pirates" to proving that she's actually a capable figher -and pirate-; would be neat if she first considers Sylv as merely a friend, then they grow closer but she's still on the fence about it, and while at sea and adventuring and running from Nee'zhul she goes "wait I actually have feelings???"

Perhaps Alleria being stupid in rum isle makes her realize her feelings for Sylvanas? In a "she may have pirate blood but she's honorable and honest and would never hurt me and- oh no, feelings"

And of course that final scene in which Jainabeth goes "surprise I'm not marrying Arthas I'm marrying Sylvanas" while Alleria does her famous disaster exit

VITAL QUESTION #1: What is the female equivalent of the recurring implications that Will Turner is a eunuch???

[johnbly]

i am so very sorry to be uncreative for this five characters meme, but: jack sparrow, will turner, elizabeth swann, james norrington, & hector barbossa? please and thank you!

Instead of saying you're uncreative we can just say that I am very predictable 😎

Go to a sporting event with: jack but ignore him in favor of said sporting event

Make out with: will by process of elimination + being the only other one in the series i've ever had any interest in kissing

Date: elizabeth but platonically

Marry: james norrington my beloved

Punch: barbossa, in honor of the interceptor

send me five characters and i will do the thing!

[youalmostcapturedjacksparrow]

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟝

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16

General POV

'But we've got to save Will!' Elizabeth and Rose said towards Mr. Swann.

'You're safe now.' He said to Elizabeth.

'And I'm not done with you yet' Mr. Swann said to me.

'Forgive me sir. But I did found her didn't I.

And I got her back.'

'You've worked together with an pirate Mrs. Gillette' Norrington spat at Rose.

Which made Gillette chuckle behind him.

There was a shiver down Rosemary's spine.

'what?' Rose said softly looking down. 

'You heard me. Miss Rivers.'

Rosemary took Jack's gun out of his belt and held it in front of Norrington's face.

'Say that again and I'll pull the trigger you bloody bastard' Rose cursed at him.

'Now now miss Rivers. That's an attitude all right.

Mr. Sparrow must have teached you a few things.' He laughed stiffly.

' That's what I thought' Rose said lowering the gun and giving it back to Jack.

Rose walked back over towards Elizabeth and Mr. Swann. Who were looking shocked.

'Sorry' She shrugged.

'Well we will return to Port Royal immediately' Mr. Swann said.

'Not go gallivanting after pirates'

'Then we condemn him to death' Elizabeth spat at her father.

'The boy's fate is regrettable, but then so is his decision to engage in piracy.' Mr. Swann said.

'To rescue me. To prevent anything from happening to me.' Elizabeth argued. 

'And what about me. Will I be hanging on the gallows now to' Rose said her arms crossed.

'I have done what I can for you Rose. You can still live in Port Royal if you marry '

Rosemary scoffed but kept her mouth shut.

'If I may be so bold as to interject my professional opinion.' Jack interrupted the conversation.

'The pearl was listing after the battle

Its very unlikely she'll be able to make good time.

Think about it.

The Black Pearl the last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate. ' Jack said to Norrington.

'How can you pass that up, eh?' Jack asked Norrington.

'By remembering that I serve others, not only myself.' Norrington said to Jack.

'Commodore, I beg you, please do this. For me .' Elizabeth said walking past Jack. Towards Norrington.

'As a wedding gift.' Elizabeth said.

Rose looked up towards Jack. Her mouth hanging open.

Jack motioned that it was hanging open.

And Rose thanked him for mentioning.

But Rose did raise her eyebrow.

And scooted over to Jack.

'I thought she loved William?' Jack asked

' She does. But this is the only way to bring Will back.' Rose said sadly.

'She is smart. But this will be so hard for her.' Rose said closing her eyes.

'Elizabeth' Mr. Swann said.

' Does this mean you're accepting the proposal.' He asked.

'Yes. Yes I am' Elizabeth said

' I love weddings!' Jack suddenly exclaimed.

'Drinks all around!'

Jack looked up to Norrington.

'I get it I get it. Clap m in Chains' Jack said putting his arms forward.

'Mr. Sparrow you will accompany these fine men to the helm.

You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meaning of the phrase.

Silent as the grave' James said to him.

Rosemary was hit like a bus.

Did James just act normal towards Jack.

'Did I make myself clear?' Norrington said.

'Inescapably clear.' Jack said.

Jack got taken to the helm with a few soldiers.

And Mr. Swann took Elizabeth to the captain's quarters.

So it just left Rosemary , Norrington and Gillette.

'Now Miss Rivers now we shall act on your behavior' Gillette smirked.

Walking over to her.

Norrington frowned towards Gillette.

'You stay over there you disgusting piece of shit.' Rose said while pointing her sword at him.

'You've done enough Gillette. You acted like you cared. Then took my maiden hood and left me for garbage. You didn't even make a fast planning for a wedding and ignored me completely.

You just thought it would bring you higher up the governors ass. ' Rose spat at him.

'So I made a choice when I went away with Jack and Will.

And I'm not completely sure you have told your commodore what has been going on. '

Rosemary said with an attitude. Crossing her arms. Taking a defensive stance.

Norrington was frowning even further.

'You've hurt me like I was hoping no one could.

And with the skills I have learned now. I will cut of your head from your romp with just a swift move.' Rose spat at him. Her hatred was flowing through her eyes.

'Commodore. Do you really believe this bullshit' Gillette said

'She probably just got cold feet. And doesn't want to marry me anymore. Or she is in love with that pirate!' Gillette spat at me.

'one swift move Gillette' Rose said again.

'Both of you shut it!' Norrington said.

'Rosemary, is this really true? ' Norrington asked me genuinely.

'It is James.. I swear to my dad.. ' she said looking up at him. Putting her sword back in her belt.

'Men. Take Gillette to the brig. I will take with him when I have time. Don't listen to anything he says. He's there to stay' Norrington said and walked away.

Rose stood there silent. Looking at the men she hated for years.

He just cleared her horizon.

'James.. ' Rose said softly making Norrington turn towards her.

'Thankyou..' Rose said softly looking in his eyes with tears in her eyes.

'Always' he plainly said and walked away. 

[storiesforallfandoms]

oh captain ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the caribbean

word count: 2488

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Captain Jack Sparrow smut where the reader has a kink of calling Jack her captain”

description: in which she loves to call him her captain, even in the most intimate of situations

pairing: jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist

It all started as a joke.

I came aboard the Black Pearl in search of my sister, Elizabeth Swann, and her secret lover, Will Turner. It was no secret that they were travelling with notorious Captain Jack Sparrow and, although my parents did not exactly like Will Turner, they had sent me as a way to tell Elizabeth that they were giving her their blessing to marry Will.

Of course, the moment I - a single, young maiden that had often been described as “beautiful” by my suitors - stepped on to the ship, the captain himself couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. There was many a moment in which Elizabeth had to actually tell Jack that he was being too forward or too crass with me. I liked to play along with his games as well and would tease him back. My favorite way of teasing him was to call him “Captain” in a sarcastic manner.

The first time I said it was in response to Jack’s very bossy tone as he told Elizabeth and I to do something. “Oh, of course, Captain.”

I could see a fire light in his eyes even then as he looked at me. “What did you say?”

“Well, you insist that we on the boat here refer to you as your supposed title,” I had told him. “I was just saying it. I thought you would like that.”

“The way you said it,” he pointed out. “It wasn’t very...crewman like.”

“Oh, my apologies, Captain.”

The fire ignited in his eyes again, but he decided to leave it be this time and to go on to yell commands at his other crewmates.

That’s how it all started. It was just a joke, a way to poke fun at Jack without being too harsh. I used the nickname almost every time I saw him, and almost every time I could see a look on his face that was hard to understand.

That was, until I found myself bent over his desk moaning the original teasing nickname repeatedly.

I never expected to find myself falling for Captain Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth had told me many a story about his attempts at courting beautiful maidens, including herself despite her love for Will. The stories led me to believing that Jack was just a man who wanted to use then leave a woman. I wrote him off as nothing more than a scoundrel, a pirate captain. Oh, what a fool I was.

No one on the ship knew of our love affair, especially not Elizabeth. I loved my sister dearly and I knew she would never judge me for who I had fallen in love with, however I also knew she couldn’t keep a secret from our parents for the life of her, and the last thing I needed was to break my parents hearts by telling them that their youngest daughter had fallen in love with a pirate.

That’s why I continued to use the teasing nickname in such fashion in front of my sister, but every time I used it, I could see that spark of desire in Jack’s eyes.

There was one day that we were on course for some sort of treasure that Jack was dying to find.

“It’s been lost for hundreds of years,” he was explaining to Will. Elizabeth and I were trying to help some of the crewmen and overheard the conversation that both men were refusing to tell us. “Wealth and riches beyond your wildest dreams. You could buy over Elizabeth’s parents with that sort of money.”

“I don’t think anything could buy over Elizabeth’s parents at this rate,” Will joked. “But do you really believe it to be truth? I’ve heard it’s nothing but a - ”

“A pirate’s tale,” Jack finished. “A way to lead pirates to their deaths? I’ve heard those stories, too. But there’s only one way to find out.”

“Mad man is going to get us killed,” Elizabeth whispered to me. “He only cares for the riches he may get, he doesn’t think of the countless lives he’s risking.”

“Of course he doesn’t,” I responded. “Anything that will shower him in gold and recognition is his top priority.”

“What are you two talking about down there?” Jack called from his perch at the steering wheel.

Elizabeth and I shared a teasing glance before Elizabeth responded, “Just about how smart you are, my dear captain! This journey can only go right!”

Jack raised an eyebrow at the obvious sarcasm in Elizabeth’s voice before his eyes landed on me.

“We were discussing how much recognition you will get once you find this totally real treasure you’re looking for,” I said. I paused a moment before giving Jack a brief smirk as I added, “Captain.”

He shuffled a little, trying to make his lust seem like he was just annoyed with me and Elizabeth. I couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly at him before turning back to Elizabeth, who was also giggling.

“You both doubt me,” he finally said after a long stretch of silence, “but I’ll show you both, and this whole boat, that I am right and this treasure is real.”

He came down from his perch and walked into the room that was designated as “his office”, his eyes meeting mine for a split moment. “I’m going to study the map for some time, please do not disturb me.”

What he really meant was, No one else come disturb me, I will be fucking (Y/N)’s brains out.

I felt myself becoming tingly between my legs, a regular sensation that Jack was able to get out of me. I tried to keep a light look on my face, but it was hard to do so when all I wanted was to follow him into that room.

“You two should be kinder to him,” Will said, although he, too, was laughing. “He’s been kind enough to let us travel with him.”

“After trying to get under mine and (Y/N)’s skirts for a few months,” Elizabeth added. “He knows that we like him and that we are grateful for him. It’s just so easy to tease him sometimes.”

Tell me about it, I thought to myself.

“Maybe we should leave the captain alone to his mapping for a while,” Will said, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth’s waist. It was his only silent way of asking Elizabeth for what Jack was trying to get from me.

“Perhaps we should,” she responded and gave her husband to be a light kiss on his lips.

The two left without another word to me, which was alright by me. It meant that I didn’t have to make up an excuse as to why I was “disturbing” Jack when he asked me not to.

Once I was sure they were too busy with one another to notice me, I turned and raced for the door. I hastily did mine and Jack’s secret knock before shoving the door open. I was shocked to see that the room before me was empty - the desk where Jack usually sat waiting for me was empty, and there was almost no sight of him at all.

Before I could even consider why this had happened, the door slammed behind me and I felt someone take hold of my throat and shove me against the closed door. Jack’s lips met mine and I felt the familiar explosive feeling I had whenever we kissed. His hands were already roughly pulling at my skirt, trying to pull it up around my hips.

“Someone is impatient,” I breathed against his lips. “You told everyone not to disturb you, remember? You don’t have to be so fast and so rough.”

“But if I take you quickly once, I can take you again before anyone notices that we’re even gone.”

His dirty words ignited a fire in me. I giggled as he picked me up in his arms and laid me down on his desk. The poor thing had seen more of our action than any actual work that Jack had ever done. I was surprised that it was still standing after all this time.

I took hold of the back of Jack’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Our lips moved so perfectly with one another as his hands trailed up my bare legs, his cold rings leaving shivers where they trailed. I pulled at his pants, trying desperately to get them off. He chuckled against my lips, the vibrations running through my entire body.

“Who is the impatient one now?” he asked.

“Not like the great Captain to leave a girl waiting in her desire,” I teased, hoping the nickname would be used to my advantage.

Lucky for me, I knew that was the one thing that could break Jack. He roughly pulled at the strings around the back of my dress, causing it to loosen and fall off my body completely. Once my dress was a heap on the floor, Jack pushed me onto the desk so I was laying on my back. I watched as he undid his pants and pulled them down just far enough for his hard member to pop free. Just seeing how hard he was from the little amount of teasing we had been doing was enough to make me start dripping in anticipation.

I gasped as I felt him pushing himself into me. No matter how many times we had sex, I still continued to be shocked by how big he was. He made my eyes roll into the back of my head just by filling me with his hard cock.

His hand found my hair and he roughly pulled me up so my body was pressed against his. “What’s my name, love?”

“Captain,” I breathed, dying to move my hips against his to get some sort of friction between us. But I knew that would only result in him punishing me for being naughty.

My response earned me a few slow thrusts. I bit my lip as to not moan too loud, but it was hard to keep quiet during one of our rendezvous. They were often few and far between, leaving the two of us very pent up and needing of release when the time came.

“Say it again for me my pet,” he purred.

“Captain,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him as closely as I could. “Oh, Captain.”

The grip he had on my hair tightened as he began to thrust into me more, now going at a quicker and more steady pace. I pressed my lips to his to try and muffle my moans, which were now starting to become loud enough for anyone who would be passing by to hear.

I moaned out the name a few more times, which led to me being laid back over the desk yet again with Jack leaning over me, his thrusts so rough now that the desk was being moved. I arched my back against him, trying to get him as far into me as he could go. One of his hands was gripping my thigh while the other was wrapped around my throat, pressing slightly against the sides every now and then, and causing me to feel lightheaded.

Jack was always able to hit a spot in me that made my brain turn to mush and my eyes roll back into my head. I could barley think straight when he was pounding that spot relentlessly inside of me, especially at that moment when the only thing I could feel was waves of pleasure rippling through my body.

I managed to pull my thoughts together enough to utter out a sentence, “I’m so close, Captain.”

“Let me feel you come undone around me, my pet,” he said. I could feel him twitching inside of me, indicating that he was close to finishing himself.

My fingers curled into the desk as I felt myself hitting my climax. My entire body seemed to curl in some way as I felt myself contracting around Jack. His hands slipped under my arched back, pulling my body up to press against him as he did his final thrusts and finished inside of me.

The aftermath of our love making rarely lasted long in fear of being caught. Jack held me for a short amount of time, kissing the top of my head and whispering sweet nothings into my ear, before he finally had to pull away from me and begin to redress himself. I pulled my dress back up.

“You mind tying me back up?” I asked him, turning around to present my still bare back to him.

He laced the strings through their proper holes and tied it tight enough that it would stay up, but not too tight to cause discomfort.

“Do you really think you’ll find that treasure you’re on route for?” I asked him once he was finished. “Do you think it’s real?”

“I choose to believe every treasure is real until proven otherwise,” he responded. “I know everyone on the ship thinks that I’m leading us to our deaths, but I truly believe there is something waiting for us at our destination.”

“Well, if you believe it then I believe you,” I said. “What do you plan on doing with your riches once you get them?”

“I’ll share them amongst the crew,” he started. “There’s supposedly enough to keep a dozen men from having to work for the rest of their lives, and I have just a little over a dozen men on this ship. What I keep for myself I’m going to use to get a better ship. The old Black Pearl is starting to see her end I’m afraid. And, with whatever is left, I intend to buy you a rock so big and so stunning that any royal woman would be jealous of it.”

He lifted my hand to his lips and gave my knuckles a soft kiss.

“You intend to marry me?” I asked him.

“Of course I do. Why do you seem shocked to hear that?”

I chuckled. “Well, the stories I’ve heard about the great Captain Jack Sparrow, none of them made it sound like he would ever settle down with a woman.”

Jack smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, looking lovingly into my eyes. I could get lost staring into those beautiful eyes of his.

“A man must know when the right woman has come along,” he told me. “Especially a pirate. And the moment you stepped foot on my ship, I knew you were the right woman.”

“You sweet talker,” I said before pressing my lips to his. “When you do get me that ring, just know that I will say yes.”

“Of course, my love. And I cannot wait to have you to sail the seas with for the rest of my life.”

[redfurrycat]

My current TG/TG:M obsession and me just finishing the wonderful Disney Treasure Planet all lead me to this: A Pirates of the Carribean AU (ish).

Starring

Pete Maverick Mitchell as Jack Sparrow

Tom Iceman Kazansky as Barbossa

Nick Goose Bradshaw as Bill Turner

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw as Will Turner

Jake Hangman Seresin as Elizabeth Swann

Why?

> I’ve always loved the rivalry and the bickering between Sparrow and Barbossa, and who best incarnate that but Icemav?

> Bootstrap and Sparrow as loyal comrades, please, Mav and Goose in a heartbeat!

> The connexion between Will and Sparrow? Fits Bradley and Mav!

> And I bloody want Jake ‘how many times must I ask you to call me Jake’ Seresin as the governor’s pretty (yet smart as hell) but soon-to-be-married-to-whomever son, not at all sweet on one orphaned blacksmith, Bradley ‘At least once more, Mr. Seresin, as always’ Bradshaw.

_____________________________________________________

The plot I’m thinking about would ideally combine The Curse of the Black Pearl and Treasure Planet...

[slayerwrites]

hi! so after being gone for a few months i’m finally ready to come back to the discord 1x1 world, so i’m desperate to get some things set up and to find new writing partners! i’ve just updated things on my blog but i’ve decided to throw everything i’m wanting in this post to make things easier.

please do read through my rules (my pinned post) before interacting with me. if you see anything you’re interested in (or if you just want to come up with something together) then either like this post or IM me.

WHAT I DO:

21+ only (this includes writers, fcs and muses)

fxf, mxf, fxnb, mxnb

i play any gender

third person writing

ocs, canon

slice of life, supernatural, fantasy, fandom, crossovers

multiples/world building

tupperbox user

pinterest boards

FANDOMS:

mcu

dceu

charmed

stranger things

buffy the vampire slayer

the witcher (netflix only)

twilight

disney

pirates of the caribbean

the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro

the mummy

van helsing (netflix series)

underworld

snowpiercer (netflix only) 

SPECIFIC SHIPS FOR FANDOMS:

tony stark & pepper potts (mcu)

bruce banner & natasha romanoff (mcu)

natasha romanoff & oc (mcu)

wanda maximoff & oc (mcu)

peter quill & gamora (mcu)

clark kent & lois lane (dceu)

arthur curry & diana prince (dceu)

arthur curry & oc (dceu)

leo wyat & piper halliwell (charmed)

phoebe halliwell & cole turner (charmed)

joyce byers & jim hopper (stranger things)

buffy summers & spike (buffy the vampire slayer)

willow rosenberg & oc (buffy the vampire slayer)

geralt of rivera & yennefer of vengerberg (the witcher)

geralt of rivera & oc (the witcher)

emmett cullen & rosalie hale (twilight)

vampire oc & werewolf oc (twilight)

will turner & elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean)

elena de la vega & alejandro de la vega (mask of zorro)

evelyn o’connell & rick o’connell (the mummy)

PLOTS FOR OCS:

age gaps

wlw in general

teacher/student (student must be 21+)

anything involving older muses

forbidden love

two people from different worlds

domestic fluff

bodyguard/celeb

celeb/fan

bad boy or mob boss/innocent girl

SPECIFIC PLOTS:

001: muse a is from the past (maybe like the 1800s, but any time really) they’re just living their life, minding their own business when somehow they get sucked into the year 2022. they get hurt the second they arrive in the future, causing muse b to care for them and take them to the hospital. muse b sticks around to make sure they’re okay but no one seems to know who this person is and cannot find records of them. once muse a wakes up, they’re instantly freaked out and rambling about what this world is and questioning how they got there. when out of the hospital, muse a clings to muse b, feeling safe with them which at first annoys muse b, but they start to get used to their company. slowly they start to believe that muse a is from the past and starts to teach them about the future. they of course fall for each other, until one day they figure out a way to get muse a back to their own year, but neither of them want muse a to go.

002: give me a plot with older muses (35-40) where they’ve been happily married for years, living in their dream home, have a great life together, maybe they have kids already who are all off in college or living their own lives. now that they no longer have children living at home they want to plan to live for themselves, go on trips and do things they never got to do with being young parents. however one day they found out they are pregnant and now they have to put everything on hold again as they adjust to pregnancy and being parents to a baby again at an older age. give me all the angst and fluff that could come with this!!

003: muse a is a rich, successful person who lives in a mansion in a gated community and seems to have it all with their child. muse b is living pay check to pay check in a one bedroom apartment downtown, who has given up hope on furthering their career. muse b takes a job in muse a’s home and they hit it off but not without obstacles on the way. muse a gives muse b the motivation to work on their career and muse b shows muse a there’s more to life then work.

004: kind of based on the movie burlesque. muse a moves to a new city and gets a job in a burlesque club, where the muse b already works as a waiter. muse b helps muse a to fit in and the rest is history. or we can do it where the dancer already works at the club and the new person wants a job as a waiter.

005: both are monster/demon hunters, forced to work together and neither are happy about it. they constantly bicker and blame each other for everything, until maybe day it causes them to mess up and one gets seriously hurt (maybe even turned into a vampire or werewolf.) after that things change and they slowly the hate turns into love.

006: based on ariana grande’s into you music video. muse a’s a superstar, their life isn’t their own and they’re plunged into the limelight. they’re in a pr relationship with a jerk who’s only using muse a for their own clout but muse a’s manager won’t let them leave. muse b is muse a’s bodyguard and one of the only people who treats them like a normal person. they start up a secret relationship, always sneaking off together and falling madly in love with each other. they want to go public, but muse b knows they would lose their job and the scandal could really effect muse a’s career.

007: the typical one’s a vampire and one’s a werewolf, think underworld: rise of the lycans. muse a is vampire royalty, living the easy life in the darkness. muse b is a werewolf solider, created and trained to kill every last vampire since the war started thousands of years ago. muse b’s next target? muse a. but what happens when muse b comes face to face with muse a and imprints on them? 

008: muse a is a famous star, used to living in the limelight and dealing with the media, fans and everyone knowing their business. muse b is just an ordinary person, who just so happens to be dating muse a. just a cute but angsty plot of muse b trying to come to terms with now having their life plastered over the internet and everyone having an opinion on them.

009: tw: crime, prison, drugs, alcohol. muse a has had a bad life, getting into the wrong crowd at a young age and turning to drugs and alcohol. at 18 they are arrested and put in prison for armed robbery. muse b is a do gooder, glass is half full and can never do no wrong kind of person, who volunteers at the local prison to talk to the inmates and to listen when needed. this is where muse a and muse b meet. muse b helps muse a find the motivation to change their life once they get out. now that muse a is out of prison they go to find muse b to carry on the friendship and for help as they try to get settled in a normal life away from crime. the friendship quickly turns into romance but what happens when muse a’s past comes to haunt them and old friends try to get them back into a life of crime?

010: tw: crime, suicide. muse a is a vampire gang leader, hundreds of years old, ruthless, feared far and wide within the vampire community. muse b is an innocent mortal, living their life unaware of the dark world hiding within the city they live in. however after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, muse b is suddenly caught up in the vampire world. muse a saves muse b unexpectedly, randomly feeling protective of the mortal. the vampire who once only saw humans as food is suddenly in love with this mortal. muse b is now the most protected mortal within the city, going after them would be suicide. but can muse b live in such a brutal world of not only crime but also with a constant target over their head for who they are dating.

[you-a-southpaw-doll]

Hey, y’all! Stories Update!!

Hey, y’all. So, I know I haven’t exactly been posting much on here lately. I’ve, in a way, taken a small break from writing my Negan/JDM stories for a bit. But, that doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped writing. In fact, it’s quite the opposite! I just wanted to let y’all know that I haven’t stopped writing. In fact, I’ve been working on stories with @mychemicalimagines and @supernaturalwritingbunker. I decided I would let you know what they were, in case y’all wanted to go check ‘em out! If you love my Negan writing, feel free to check out these other stories I’ve worked on/been working on! They’re listed in alphabetical order, based on the first name then by the first name of the fic, unless otherwise stated (i.e. the Jasper Hale “You’re My…” Series). Stories we haven’t posted yet don’t have links, but everything else does. I’m hoping that I’ll get some more inspiration to keep writing for Negan here soon. We’ll see! Stay safe. Stay negative of Corona. Have fun! And as always, feel free to reach out and talk. I’m here. I just might not always reply back right away. 

*For the stories listed below, I’ve separated based on which blog it’s from, and whether it’s a movie or show fic. Beyond that. I’ve separated them based on which show or movie it is, and if applicable, I’ve indicated if it’s a series or not. I’ve included the title of the story, what it’s status is (finished, in progress, or on hiatus), how many chapters there are, and the relationship pairings. If it’s on hiatus, the main reason for that, unless otherwise indicated, is that we just aren’t quite ready to finish that particular story. It’s like having a kid, watching it grow, and then them being all grown up. You wanna hold onto that innocence for as long as you can. XD Another reason that they might be on hiatus is we just haven’t had any mojo for writing it. Now, for the “in progress” stories, we are still writing those, but, some haven’t been updated in awhile because they aren’t getting enough love for us to want to continue. If you read one of them, and decide you love it, please leave feedback so we can continue it for you!

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Stories with @mychemicalimagines:

Movies:

American History X: Derek Vinyard 1. Changed Forever - One Shot - Derek Vinyard x Reader

American Pie: Chris “Oz” Ostreicher  1. Slice of Pie - In Progress - 5 of 8 Chapters - Chris “Oz” Ostreicher x OFC (Jacqueline Levenstein)

The Breakfast Club: Andrew Clark 1. Fighting Brought Me to You - On Hiatus - 2 of ? Chapters - Andrew Clark x OFC (Emily Marksman)

Final Destination: Ian McKinley 1. Are We Friends? Nope...More - One-Shot - Ian McKinley x Reader 2. Together, We Can Survive Anything - One-Shot - Ian McKinley x Reader 3. Together, We’ll Survive Anything (Part 2)  - One-Shot - Ian McKinley x Reader

Friday the 13th V: Roy:  1. Friday the 13th V: Roy’s P.O.V. 

Halloween:  Tommy Doyle Once A Month - One-Shot - Tommy Doyle x Reader

The Hangover: Phil Wenneck  1. Doctor’s Orders for a Hangover - Finished - 17 of 17 Chapters & 1 bonus photos post) - Phil Wenneck x OFC (Emily Billings)

Harry Potter: Harry Potter 1. Loving the Boy-Who-Lived - In Progress - ? of ? Chapters - Harry Potter x OFC (Kelsey Weasley)

House of Wax: Nick Jones 1. Protected by Love - Finished - 17 of 17 Chapters - Nick Jones x OFC (Melissa Felton)

IT: Ben Hanscom  1. Ageless Love - Finished - 12 of 12 Chapters - Ben Hanscom x OFC (Emily Tozier)

Reggie “Belch” Huggins 1. A Bets a Bet - One shot - Reggie “Belch” Higgins x Reader

Richie Tozier 1. Richie...Married? - One Shot - Adult!Richie Tozier x Reader 2. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - One Shot - Teenage!Richie Tozier x Reader

Stanley Uris 1. Best Friend...Forever - One Shot - Young!Stanley Uris x Reader 2. Shower Caps - One Shot - Young!Stanley Uris x Reader 3. Our Fights Don’t Last Long - One Shot - Young!Stanley Uris x Reader

IT: Chapter Two: Ben Hanscom 1. Forever Love - In Progress - 3 of ? Chapters - Ben Hanscom x OFC (Emily Tozier)

Jumanji: Anthony “Fridge” Johnson 1. Welcome to the Jungle - In Progress - 2 of ? Chapters - Anthony “Fridge” Johnson x OFC (Emily Gilpin)

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner Pillaged Love - In Progress - 2 of ? Chapters - Will Turner x OFC (Emily Swann)

Scream: Billy Loomis 1. All Just a Scary Movie - Finished - 5 of 5 Chapters - Billy Loomis x OFC (Lindsey Prescott)

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Punished by the Big O - One Shot - Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher (Contains Smut)

Twilight: Carlisle Cullen 1. Love As Old As Time - In Progress - ? of ? Chapters - Carlisle Cullen x OFC (Elizabeth Clarke)

Edward Cullen  1. Lost In Silence - In Progress - 1 of ? Chapters - Edward Cullen x OFC (Gabriella Swan)

Embry Call 1. Everything Changed - On Hiatus - 5 of ? Chapters - Embry Call x OFC (Hayley Uley) 2. Holly or Jolly? - Christmas Drabble - One-Shot - Embry Call x Reader 

Emmett Cullen 1. Girl Almighty - On Hiatus - 3 of ? Chapters - Emmett Cullen x OFC (Jade Stanley)

Jasper Hale: 1. She’s The Original - One-Shot - Jasper Hale x Reader 2. You’re My...Series (In Order) (MOST POPULAR) 2a. You’re My Monster - Finished - 8 of 8 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC)  2b. You’re My Love - Finished - 7 of 7 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC) 2c. You’re My Major - Finished - 6 of 6 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC) 2d. You’re My Forever - Finished - 11 of 11 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC)

Paul Lahote Imprinting Changes a Man - On Hiatus - 6 of ? Chapters - Paul Lahote x OFC (Melissa Black)

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T.V. Shows:

Criminal Minds Derek Morgan 1. Stealing Hearts - In Progress - 3 of ? Chapters - Derek Morgan x OFC (Dr. Lily Sanderson)

Spencer Reid 1. Eggnog - Christmas Drabble - One-Shot - Spencer Reid x Reader

FRIENDS  Chandler Bing  1. Coal - Christmas Drabble - One-Shot - Chandler Bing x Reader

NCIS Tony DiNozzo  1. Scared, But Safe - One-Shot - Tony DiNozzo x Reader

The Office: Jim Halpert 1. Happens Like That - On Hiatus - 9 of ? Chapters - Jim Halpert x OFC (Melissa Ford)

Sons of Anarchy Jax Teller 1. Patched...But Not Broken - Finished - 5 of 5 Chapters - Jax Teller x OFC (Melissa Winston)

The Walking Dead: Negan “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” - One-Shot - Modern Santa!Negan AU - Negan x Reader (I know this is already in my masterlist, but it is a story I worked on with @mychemicalimagines, so I felt it only right to include it here!)

Rick Grimes 1. Always My World- In Progress - 7 of ? Chapter - Rick Grimes x OFC (Emily Walsh) 2. I Found You - One-Shot - RickGrimes x Daughter!Reader (non-romantic, paternal relationship ONLY)

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Celebs: 

Jeffrey Dean Morgan: 1. Baby Negan In The Making - One-Shot - Jeffrey Dean Morgan x OFC (Unnamed wife) 

Johnny Knoxville  1. In Sickness and In Health  - One-Shot - Johnny Knoxville x Reader

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Stories with @supernaturalwritingbunker:

T.V. Shows:

Supernatural Dean Winchester 1. Apple Pie Life - One-Shot - Dean Winchester x Reader 2. Dinner Date with the Winchesters - One-Shot - Dean Winchester x Reader 3. Self-Esteem - One-Shot - Dean Winchester x Reader  4. Published Before Editing - In Hiatus - 1 of ? Chapters - Dean Winchester x OFC (Emily Morgan) 5. Can’t Stop Loving You - ? of ? Chapters - Dean Winchester x OFC (Michaela “Mickey” Storm)

Sam Winchester 1. Take Back Home Girl - One-Shot - Sam Winchester x Reader 2. Repeated Words - One-Shot - Sam Winchester x Reader

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Celebs:

Jensen Ackles 1. Social Media Love - Social Media!AU - 1 of 1 Chapters (18 Photos) - Jensen Ackles x OFC (Hazel Armstrong)

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twenty-Seven

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Living a Free Life

Summary: The aftermath of the battle against Beckett.

Mouse Note: We arrive at the end of the book! What a journey! And now MC is all grown up and living their best life as a captain on the sea, able to control the waves. Random facts I know about them and their life: Definitely call both Will and Jack 'Dad' randomly and the pair fight about who is the better parent (Elizabeth, 'Mom,' wins) Stops aging when they hit their twenties, immortal Their crew is made up of "outcasts" and people like them Is married to a siren But, yeah, thank you for enjoying and commenting and reading! You guys are the best, and I've loved sharing with you all! It means the world to me.

            The Dutchman and the Black Pearl watched the remains of the Endeavor fall below the surface of the Caribbean.

            “They’re turning away!” said Marty, watching the armada see its flagship destroyed.

            Everyone cheered. (Y/N) proudly turned away from the sinking remains of the Endeavor and hopped onto the deck.

            “Well, that’s handled!” said (Y/N).

            Elizabeth, Jack, Barbossa, and a few other adults who knew (Y/N) just stared at them after watching them destroy a ship with their simple will.

            “Have I ever told you how much I like you?” said Jack, patting them on the shoulder. He was incredibly aware of what (Y/N) was capable of now that they had all their abilities. “And just how much you don’t need to do ever do that to the Pearl?”

            (Y/N) smiled. “I think I’ve got it out of my system.”

            “Lord save us, we’ve got another witch,” said Gibbs.

            “Aye, but this one is on our side,” said Barbossa.

            “I’m on my own side,” said (Y/N). “I’m the sea.”

            “Wind in your sails,” squawked Cotton’s parrot, finally returning.

            (Y/N) grinned.

            “I’m so proud of you,” said Elizabeth, hugging (Y/N).

            Throughout the Pearl and every other pirate ship, cheers went up as the armada fled. People fired pistols and tossed hats in the air with joy at being free for another day.

            “Pearl,” said Jack.

            “Yes?” said (Y/N).

            He took off his hat and handed it to them. “You may throw your hat if you like.”

            “Aye, aye,” said (Y/N), smiling. They took his hat and threw it in the air with a grin.

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            As the sun set, the Pearl and Dutchman drifted closer, and Jack, (Y/N), and Elizabeth walked to the railing of the ship. Will walked to the railing of his, and they all looked at one another.

            “You’re alive,” said Elizabeth. Her eyes drifted to the scar stretching across Will’s chest.

            “And you still have my heart,” said Will, smiling. “You’re my wife.” He looked at (Y/N). “And you’re family, too.”

            “We’re even closer now that you’re a part of the sea,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “I guess we are,” said Will, chuckling.

            “Well, good to know everyone’s pleased,” said Jack.

            “What happens now?” said Elizabeth, gazing at Will.

            “I want to be with my wife,” said Will. “Forever.”

            “Are you offering me a job?” said Elizabeth, smiling.

            “A partnership. You are the King of Pirates,” said Will. “And the woman I love.” He extended a hand. “This ship has a purpose. And I want to use all my remaining freedom to be with the ones I love.”

            Elizabeth’s smile turned loving. She took his hand and carefully jumped over to the Dutchman. “I’m always by your side.” She kissed him, and Will kissed her back.

            When they parted, they looked at (Y/N).

            “We’d love to have you, too,” said Will.

            “You’re family, (Y/N). No matter if you’re a nereid or a human, you are our family, and we love you,” said Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) shook their head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go with you.”

            “It’s time for your own adventure,” said Elizabeth knowingly, smiling sadly at (Y/N).

            “It is,” said (Y/N). “But I’ll visit.” They gestured to the sea. “I can find you wherever you go.”

            “Can we at least say goodbye?” said Will.

            (Y/N) smiled and hopped over to the Dutchman. They hugged Elizabeth and Will. “I love you two. I hope you know that. You made me who I am today.”

            Will and Elizabeth smiled and hugged them back.

            “You’ve always been wonderful,” said Elizabeth. “I’m lucky to be your sister. Don’t get too far, alright?”

            “I’m the sea. I’m always with you,” said (Y/N).

            “Stay safe,” said Will. “We love you and want you to be safe.”

            “You know I like adventure too much to hide in ‘safety,’ ” said (Y/N).

            Will sighed and chuckled fondly. He squeezed their shoulder again before letting go.

            (Y/N) smiled and hopped back to the Pearl. Will and Elizabeth looked at Jack.

            “If you hurt them, we’ll hunt you down, Pearl or not,” said Elizabeth, glaring at Jack.

            “And don’t forget I can hunt you forever,” said Will, crossing his arms.

            “Good to know you’ll be lording immortality over me for the rest of our lives,” said Jack. Elizabeth and Will glowered, and he put up his hands. “You know I wouldn’t hurt them.”

            Will and Elizabeth relaxed. They knew he wouldn’t.

            “We’ll miss you, (Y/N),” said Will.

            “Don’t stay away too long,” said Elizabeth.

            “I won’t,” said (Y/N). “I love you, too.” They smiled and watched as the Dutchman began to drift off. Will and Elizabeth would always been in their heart, and (Y/N) would always be able to find them again. They were family.

            “What are you going to do now?” said Jack, leaning on the railing beside them.

            “I have something I want to finish,” said (Y/N).

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            “What be we doin’ back at this cursed island?” said Barbossa, looking at the island in question.

            (Y/N) stared at the decaying corpse of the kraken on the beach. “I’m going to give it a proper burial.”

            “I’m not going back towards it,” said Jack. “I’ve gotten close enough.” He was eaten by it, and that does something to a man.

            “That’s fine. We don’t need to be closer,” said (Y/N). They simply looked out at the sea.

            As they gazed at the beach, the tide began to rise rapidly. It swelled up and under the kraken, and as it pushed and pulled, the water dislodged the kraken from the sand. It slid into the water where the current pulled it farther out to see. (Y/N) gazed at the kraken’s body as it sunk beneath the waves. It would rest in peace in the sea.

            “There,” said (Y/N).

            “Are you always going to have that much power over the sea?” said Jack, staring.

            “Does it make you nervous?” said (Y/N).

            “Calypso was dangerous,” said Barbossa.

            (Y/N) grinned at him. “So am I, but so far no one has given me a reason to attack.” They shrugged. “And besides, I don’t know the limits of my abilities. I just reconnected with them.”

            “I release Calypso, and my reward is a mini one,” grumbled Barbossa, walking away.

            “And yet he’s not going to do anything about it,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) shrugged. “Most likely a smart decision.”

            “So, you’ve given the kraken a final resting place,” said Jack, looking out at the empty beach. “I’m going to pretend I’m not offended by the fact it got a funeral and not me—”

            “You did.”

            “—did I? No one told me,” said Jack. (Y/N) smiled, knowing he was looking for attention. “Your business is done, what will you do now?”

            (Y/N) looked at Jack. “I find a new adventure.”

            “Ah,” said Jack, looking at (Y/N). He cleared his throat and looked back at the sea. “What a coincidence, I am an excellent adventurer.”

            “Is that an offer to go with you?” said (Y/N).

            Jack shrugged. “Maybe.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “I’d like to.” Their smile fell, and they tilted their head. “But first I have a question.”

            “What?” said Jack.

            “Why do you call me ‘Pearl?’ ” said (Y/N).

            Jack fell silent. “It’s, uh, just a name.”

            “The name of your ship,” pointed out (Y/N). “You do a lot of things based on your current mood, but that feels a bit too significant. And I don’t understand it.”

            “I thought it would be obvious,” chuckled Jack.

            “Nothing about you is obvious other than your insanity,” said (Y/N).

            “I take great offense to that, but I’ll allow it,” said Jack. He looked at (Y/N). “You’re important to me. It’s weird. You’re like…family. Like my kid. And that makes you precious. Like a pearl.”

            (Y/N) stared at him. “You think of me as family?” They spoke slowly, hesitantly.

            Jack looked at them and nodded. “Strange, right? I don’t seem like the fathering type.”

            “Not really,” said (Y/N).

            “But I guess somewhere along the line I became fond of you. Strange how that happens,” said Jack.

            “Not as strange as me being fond of a pirate like yourself,” said (Y/N).

            Jack smiled. (Y/N) was also fond of him, then. “Says the pirate.”

            “Nereid,” chirped (Y/N).

            “Even worse than a pirate,” said Jack.

            Water splashed Jack from below, and he spluttered. (Y/N) laughed.

            Jack wiped seawater from his face, reached over, and ruffled (Y/N)’s hair. “But I was being serious, you know that, correct? You’re my pearl.”

            (Y/N) smiled and leaned into him. “I know. I trust you.”

            “I thought you didn’t trust me,” said Jack.

            “I had faith in you. Now I have trust,” said (Y/N). “You’re family.”

            Jack put an arm around them in a hug. “We’re family.”

            (Y/N) looked out at the sea. They could feel the Dutchman, leagues away, and knew Elizabeth and Will were happy. They had Jack by their side. They knew Calypso and her magic lived in every wave. And (Y/N) was loved. They were free.

            They were free on the sea.

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Many years later…

            “Captain! Ships are coming up on us!”

            “An enemy?”

            “They don’t have their cannons out.”

            “Keep a wary eye.”

            “Aye, Captain Pearl.”

            (Y/N) opened their spyglass to look at the approaching ship. They grinned as they saw the familiar ship. “No need for alarm. It’s the Pearl and Dutchman.”

            Whispers went up in the newer crewmembers.

            “The Dutchman? Isn’t that a ghost ship?” said one.

            “What are we, then?” said (Y/N)’s first mate, amused. “We’re as magical as them.”

            “But the Dutchman—”

            “Relax,” said (Y/N), walking down to the deck. “Neither ship is a threat to us.” They smiled. “This is a family reunion.” They could see Jack, Elizabeth, and Will clearly now. Their family was back together, and they were all still connected.

            (Y/N) had everything they ever wanted. They had freedom. They had family. They had the sea.

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[shittykinaesthetics]

Hey there Captain! (Not a mechanism, just tired of ppl pretending you're a first mate) One captain to another, could I get an aesthetic for Elizabeth Swann?

drops down on one knee. captain swann i know yer married bu as a pirate many times over an also a person who happens t have eyes an a semi-functionin brain, an someone who so rarely gets called captain. please marry me. please please please please please marry me

[disconnected-from-reality]

Fanfic Rec: 00Q Part 3

It’s been more than a year! I have totally been procrastinating in doing this if I’m truly honest. A lot of things happened in my life as well! There are good and bad things, but what matters most is that I still have a number of fics to recommend for you! I haven’t stopped reading, don’t worry. 

Also I think it’s a good time to post my list. The next Bond movie has released its trailer and the 00Q crumbs we got from the trailer got a lot of shippers back on board. If you’re that person, you might want to check these fanfics out! 

To see the other parts, click here for part 1 and for part 2.

Let Love In by dhampir72  [Words: 21,437 | Teens and Up Audiences] They're still learning that love is more of a journey and less of a destination. [A series of interconnected vignettes].

Ulysses by girlbookwrm [Words: 89,065 | Teens and Up Audiences] “Paperwork for the new head of Q-Branch,” Tanner said. “Of course.” The words were like glass in his throat. Smoke inhalation was a bitch. His brain felt slow and foggy, like it was full of smoke too. “Who shall I take them to?” M lifted one white brow. “They’re for you, Quartermaster.” Bond and Q are drawn together by names, work, and a certain Aston Martin. In which Q is kidnapped once, Bond is poisoned twice, and Eve is a badass on at least three occasions. AKA that time I tripped and wrote 80,000 words of 00Q. All titles unapologetically stolen from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Espionage is a Family Affair by nagapdragon [Words: 78.403 | Mature] It's common knowledge that angels make good weapons and terrible soldiers. They're hard to kill, hard to catch, and leave a swathe of destruction wherever they go. That's why MI6 likes them. James Bond, Agent 007, is one of the most devastating weapons MI6 will admit to having. Explosions follow his every whim and he's nearly impossible to kill, despite the best efforts of terrorists worldwide. He's second only to the weapons MI6 pretends don't exist- archangels are only a theory, after all. Aren't they?

Bond to You by therunawaypen [Words: 5,749 | Mature] Bond isn't a name. It's a rare breed of people that have designated soulmates, to whom a Bond will be eternally faithful to. Every child dreams of being a Bond's Chosen soulmate. James uses his status as a Bond to seduce many a mark into thinking they're his Chosen, while deep down he resents his identity because he has been unable to find his Chosen. Then he meets Q that fateful day in front of that painting.

How Q Hacked Online Dating by JayPendragon [Words: 23,836 | Explicit] “How does that lead to…?” Eve waves her hand at the mess behind Q’s back. Q feels his expression morph into a sly grin. “I have a new plan. I’m going to stay on these dating platforms, but I’m going to treat them as databases. Rather than waiting for an algorithm to set me up, I'm going to try reverse-engineering this entire system.” In which Q works in the private sector, still winds up friends with Eve, and applies science to his love life. Obviously, Eve gets involved.

Leading Edge by Batsutousai  [Words:  7,251 | Teens and Up Audiences] All fae-born were raised on stories of how cruel dragon-borns were, how they had no care for anyone outside themselves and their greed, that they would sell their own mother's soul to the devil before allowing themselves to be hurt. They were told that all dragon-borns were to be killed on sight, and taught spells that would do just that, if ever given the chance. It would be just Q's luck that one of his agents was dragon-born.

Pen and Paper by Salios [Words:  5,300 | Teens and Up Audiences] Q wrung his hands anxiously, teeth gnawing at his lower lip. It was a bad habit, biting his lip, but he couldn’t help it when he was nervous. And he really did have reason to be nervous. Well, excited to the point of nearly crippling nervousness, actually. Today he’d finally get to meet his boyfriend of three years. For the first time ever.

people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron [Words: 10,538 | Teens and Up Audiences]   “I’m not you, Bond. I don’t exactly have a technique for getting rich strangers to like me.” “Just do your naive cute puppy thing, and they’ll be doting on you in no time,” Bond replies as he pulls up to the grand estate. “My what?” Q asks incredulously. Bond doesn’t answer, simply giving him an indulgent smile. The fucker. (or: 00q meets Gosford Park. Except not really.)

A Common Solution by SailorChibi  [Words:  17,654 | Teens and Up Audiences] Bond has been ignoring his biological needs. Boothroyd is retiring and MI6 is in need of a new Quartermaster. What do these two things have in common? They both have an easy solution... if only M can get Bond to extract a certain hacker  NOTE: This does not have the “James Bond/Q” tag, but I’ll add it in my list anyway.

Taken by Nana_41175 [Words: WIP | Explicit]    Or, the cheating fic that *nearly* is! Q is engaged to be married, but not to Bond. Excerpt: Bond blinked. “Boyfriend? What do you mean, boyfriend?” “I mean exactly that,” said Moneypenny. “Honestly, what’s the matter with you? Q’s been seeing someone for over a year. And if I’m not mistaken, Daniel is going to pop the question on him this evening. Dan asked me for advice on the ring, after all.” NOTE: This is currently a WIP fanfic, but it’s almost done with 2 chapters left to be posted. Would be a bummer if I don’t add it, right? 

His Keeper by Nana_41175 [Words:  45,482 | Explicit] Protecting the Quartermaster entails a special set of circumstances, and Q is the last one to know. Excerpt: “Your identity has been compromised,” M said as he leaned forward in his chair, his features grim even as his tone remained even and calm. “I am standing you down from all your duties in Q branch. Kindly hand in all personal computers and devices. I am placing you on administrative leave, effective immediately. You need to disappear for a while, Q, for your own safety. Think of this as the holiday you never had these past two years. We will get down to the bottom of this and repair the damage done; otherwise I shall have to ask you to step down. ”Q gaped at him, finally speechless. “At any rate, quartermasters are entitled to double-O agents as bodyguards, when the need arises, and he personally volunteered,” M continued as though he’d not just dropped the equivalent of a bomb and a death sentence through slow torture rolled into one, “and I do agree that under the circumstances, 007 would be the best choice as your bodyguard.”

Daddy and Uncle James by 1MissMolly [Words:  26,115 | Teens and Up Audiences] James Bond can remain cool and collected in the most trying of circumstances. He is an expert at hand to hand combat and marksman with numerous weapons. He can seduce any woman or man he chooses. He has the highest success rate at achieving his goals, and he has his sights on the young Quartermaster. The only thing standing in his way is the only thing that will surely defeat him. A six year old girl named Elizabeth Park. Bond's planned seduction of Q is interrupted by the arrival of Q's daughter, Lizzie.

Treason, Traitors, and Treachery by Kryptaria, zooeyscigar [Words:  63,230 | Mature] All James Bond wanted was a quiet holiday on his luxury motoryacht on the Costa del Sol. Time to recuperate and think about his future with MI6. But his plans get hijacked when a traitor to the crown returns, bringing news of an even greater threat to MI6. And the traitor isn't working alone.Thankfully, neither is James.

Playing the Part by ElektricAngel [Words: 23,116 | Teens and Up Audiences] James Bond comes into Q Branch after a mission with all of his equipment accounted for and in tact, and a complete mission report in Q's inbox. Q is pleasantly surprised and more than a little suspicious. Rightly so, as it happens, because Bond makes an unusual request of him. And yet, his license to kill is not the only thing that makes the man difficult to say no to...

Breathe With Me by Flantastic [Words: 7,575 | Explicit] When James Bond goes back to MI6 following his disastrous relationship with Dr Madeleine Swann, Q wants nothing to do with him. Then there's an accident in Q-Branch...

Bittersweet by dr_girlfriend [Words:  14,229 | Explicit] The first time Bond flirted with Q, it was purely out of self-defense. The second time Bond flirted with Q was largely manipulation. The third time Bond flirted with Q, he just wanted to feel something. The fourth time Bond flirted with Q was out of sheer boredom.Somehow, flirting with Q became something of a habit for Bond.And then, it became something else.

A Bond of Matrimony by enigma_kar [Words: 12,691 | Mature] The one where Bond’s next mission involves going undercover with Q. Includes: banter, fake marriage, espionage, car chases, life-or-death situations, and Moneypenny taking far too much delight in the whole affair.

as permanent as stone cathedrals by pdameron [Words: 6,002 | Teens and Up Audiences] Q has been in love for two years, six months, and twelve days when James Bond walks away, leaving him with a bleeding head and a broken heart on a dark and noisy London bridge.

just like old times (please don’t ever change) by Rosslyn  [Words:  5,173 | Teens and Up Audiences] Sometimes when Q is alone in his workshop and there is an experiment that needs to be supervised and he can’t go home and he can’t sleep, he watches Bond’s vitals.

How Much Love Can the Weight of Water Carry? by 00QEros (Dassandre) [Words: 39,549 | Explicit] Though Bond returned to MI6 after his ill advised jaunt around the globe with Madeleine Swann, Q still struggles with his own feelings for the agent in spite of the fact that Bond is clearly not the same man as the one who walked away from their friendship on Westminster Bridge. James regrets having left London and MI6, but it is nothing in comparison to the remorse he feels for abandoning Q. However, James has made repairing their friendship his primary goal in the hope of gaining something he never realised he needed as badly as he does. But Bond really hasn’t had a good time of it lately. Breaking his leg in a freak accident, James camps out at Q’s flat when the white-washed, soulless walls of Medical become too much for him to tolerate. Unfortunately, his leg is only the beginning of Bond’s health problems, and Q is conscripted into being James’ caretaker. Confined to the close quarters of Q’s flat, the Quartermaster finds himself opening back up to the agent, but will the two men find their way to one another as they should have done years ago, or is time no longer on their side?

So I guess that’s it for now! I still have a couple in my belt, but most of them are still WIP so I’d keep them for now. I’ll be adding them once they are finished.