#f. james norrington

[tretramonti]

There had been few ceremonies that Eric hadn't dreaded. The announcement of his engagement to Ariel, his wedding, and this one. Sometimes he thought he'd been too busy with preparations to worry much, though that hardly ever happened at any other event. Thankfully Ariel had been as patient as ever with him, and even now she smiled as he looked to her for reassurance. And when his new Admiral arrived, Eric could finally breathe.

At least for the amount of time it took for said admiral to pledge his loyalty on his knees. Eric desperately hoped no one saw the heat rise in his cheeks. Except Ariel, at least, because she saw everything, and she only smiled and made a mental note to remind her husband that she knew exactly what he was feeling and to keep it up--not only was it adorable, but her sailor and her new admiral could never stop making eyes at one another.

After the ceremony was a reception that lasted until just before sunset. And once most of the guests had filtered away, Ariel and Eric approached James again. Of course the offer for drinks after still stood, but they had a gift to offer him first.

It was Ariel who made that invitation, with Eric at her side. "We've got a carriage to take us to the harbor. There's something we'd like to show you."

Being a seaside kingdom, the main port was only a short carriage ride away, and though Ariel was beginning to feel the weight of her emerald gown heavier than ever, the destination would be worth it.

Eric's chest swelled with pride as he disembarked the carriage and led Ariel and James to the newest ship in the harbor, at the end of the now torchlit docks that illuminated the mighty and yet elegant frigate, with the name Trinità emblazoned on her stern. She shined, towering and strong, in the fading light.

"She came out of dry dock a couple of weeks ago," Eric beamed, having only seen her once since she was finished. "We had to keep you away because--well, she needed to be in the water for the last touches."

Ariel was busy looking at the surface and just below. Though it was difficult to see, she caught beneath the waves the radiant sliver of blue-green color that shimmered in a way no paint humans used ever could.

"There's a mural on the bottom of the ship. See?" She tugged James's arm for him to look. "The first one ever on a human ship decorated by merfolk. It might be easier to see when the ship is actually sailing, but underneath it's the most beautiful painting of a pod of whales swimming with merfolk towards the starry sky. We wanted a symbol of all of us coming together, and now everyone in the sea will know this is a kingdom that sees them, too."

Eric laid a hand on James's shoulder, about to say something, but before he could, Ariel took both of her new Admiral's hands in hers.

"It means so much that you and Eric will be sailing on this ship with me. Thank you."

And by the time Eric did speak, he hadn't let go of his Admiral's shoulder. "She's right--thank you. It's been wonderful to have you."

Eric caught Ariel's doe eyes after, too, when she added, "And you'll have us later for drinks tonight, won't you?"

As James prepared for the ceremony, he  was a bundle of excitement and nerves, while standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his uniform. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. This ceremony meant more to him than any before. It wasn’t just about assuming a new position; it was about standing alongside Eric and Ariel, the two individuals who had come to mean so much to him.

He meticulously smoothed out any creases in his jacket, fixing his cravat while reflecting on the journey that had led him here. The moments he had spent with Eric and Ariel, the conversations they had shared, and the subtle touches that had left him feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive.

They made him happy, undeniably so.  He had become increasingly drawn to Eric’s confidence and kindness, and Ariel’s vibrant spirit had captured his heart in ways he never thought possible.

But amidst his happiness, a hint of nervousness lingered. What did his feelings truly mean? Could he allow himself to hope for something more? James couldn’t deny the strong connection he felt with both Eric and Ariel, but he also couldn’t ignore the complexities and uncertainties that came with such emotions.

With a final adjustment to his uniform, James took a deep breath and stepped out of his quarters. The grand palace courtyard awaited him, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. The sound of the band playing filled the air, and anticipation thrummed through his veins.

The band played the triumphant fanfare then, alerting him that it was time, and his heart swelled with pride. He couldn’t believe that he, James Norrington, was  finally about to become an Admiral. It was an honor beyond words.

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[lieutenantselnia]

At this point I feel like the common denominator for my fictional crushes is actually just "people with cool ships"😂

I have a total of 15 romantic f/os on my list as of now (counting mains and secondaries/crushes), and there's already 4 of them who hold the title "Admiral", or at least did so at some point in their life.

Thrawn, who even becomes a Grand Admiral later on, commands the Imperial-class star destroyer Chimaera (plus he is also in command over the entire 7th Fleet). Ar'alani, who has the heavy cruiser Steadfast. Piett, who reaches the rank of Fleet Admiral later, commands the Executor-class super star destroyer Executor - this ship is fuckin 19km long I kid you not - (plus he is second in command next to Darth Vader over the Death Squadron). And finally Norrington, who commands the lineship Dauntless (I know he used to command other ships too but I think the Dauntless could count the most as "his" ship even though he was still commodore back then).

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Not taking a specific rank it's even more than twice the number: of course Captain Barbossa (who captained both the Black Pearl and later also the Queen Anne's Revenge) and Captain Davy Jones (with the infamous Flying Dutchman), but also Commodore Karyn Faro (even though she served as Thrawn's second in command aboard the Chimaera for the most part of her story and didn't have her "own" ship, she was supposed to take over command of the 11th Fleet when she got promoted - possibly a promotion to admiral would have followed eventually as well, however it's unclear if she was able to depart to her new station before the battle of Lothal and what her further fate was). I'm also counting General Grievous and Lieutenant Lyste in because even though it wasn't always the only thing they did, commanding a ship was an important aspect in their respective careers at some point (for example when Grievous commanded the Malevolence).

So, somehow almost two thirds of my entire f/o list happen to be people who command ships, and I don't quite know what to make of that xD

[socksracoon10]

Hi love here I come with my first spontaneous idea 🩷

Reader is the Commodore's sister but sick of the ways of society. When Jack saves Elisabeth, reader is the one who persuaded James not to kill Jack and also the one he happens to threat in order to escape. She’s somehow drawn to the Captain and later gives Will the keys to the cell to set him free. Jacks thoughts circle around her, too and they reunite when she swings last minute from the Dauntless over to the Interceptor to join the pirates making way❣️

Curious of The Seas

A/N: Literally fell in love with your ask oh my god, couldn't stop thinking about it before I began writing!! Thank you so much for this request! Pairings: Jack Sparrow x F!Reader, Will Turner x F!Reader (Platonic), James Norrington x F!Reader (siblings)

"Don't slouch, stand straight," Commodore Norrington hissed at you. You glared at your brother, curving your lips downward. You hated how strict and loyal he was to the British Crown and how he enforced his rules onto you, despite being his "precious baby sister." 

Your brother didn't hate you, but he sure did a good job of making you hate him. He was pacing his quarters back and forth, rehearsing what he would say to Miss Elizabeth Swann upon meeting her. You rolled your eyes at the pathetic scene, realizing that if your brother were to marry Miss Swann you were next on the list for the most eligible bachelorette in Port Royal. Your body cringed at the thought and you wriggled your back to shake off the eerie feeling crawling down your spine and focused on trying to ease your brother at the moment.

"James, there is no point in stressing over something as simple as this. Tell her you are in love with-" You began but frowned when he interjected,

"Love? Don't be ridiculous!"

"So, you're not in love with her?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no, I very much am in love with her. But it is not proper for a man such as myself to say trivial things to the daughter of the Governor!" Your brother reasoned and you sighed in an exasperated tone, shifting your gaze out the window.

Elizabeth had stared at you with a quizzical look on her face when your brother and you had first approached her. You both shared the same expression of disdain for the situation. It was very clear to see that she was indifferent to your brother and surely was the very last man that she had any interest for. You, on the other hand, dearly loved your brother and wanted to save him from any heartache that she would cause him. You chewed your lip nervously, watching them exchange a few words of greetings before walking away. The commodore glanced over his shoulder, mouthing a few warnings to reign your behavior in for the biggest moment of his life before stalking away.

Huffing in annoyance, you picked the ends of your dress up and marched past the Governor who was just about to start a conversation with you. He awkwardly shut his mouth and watched you walk away to stand on the other corner of the pillar where your brother and Elizabeth stood. He leaned backward to get a good look at you, sending you another glare before returning his full attention to the woman in front of him with a nervous smile. You sighed, gazing out to the sea. Your brother had taken you once beyond Port Royal when you were a little girl and he swore it was something he very much regretted; all you could ever do since then was talk about sailing the seas. You desired to travel across the world, collect artifacts, and live a free life. Your brother scoffed at your desires, stating that he would rather die than see his little sister galloping around like a pirate of all creatures.

As you gazed out into the horizons with a look of yearning, you heard the loudest splash from below. Peering over the edges of the wall, you frowned at the ripples that seemed to bloom near the rocks and you instantly pulled back from your position and walked around to notice your brother screaming Elizabeth's name.

"What did you do?" You exclaimed, resting a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from your grasp, beginning to take his coat off but you grabbed hold of him,

"The rocks, James! She's lucky that she didn't hit them on her way down! Come, we can reach her at the docks!" You urged him, yanking his arm. He seemed instilled with distraught, at a loss for words, "She must've jumped by your mere presence!"

Your brother sent you a nasty scowl and the playful smirk on your lips faded away instantaneously. You knew this was no joking matter; the poor woman could've died on her way down and she was to be betrothed to him anyway. As your brother scampered off with the rest of the guards, you found your feet rooted to the ground as you stared up at the sky. Something was amiss. The clouds darkened and circled about gravely, and the sea no longer held its silky blue blanket to comfort you. Before you could try and comprehend what must've occurred, you felt an urgent tug around your arms and you sharply turned to find yourself facing the Governor.

"Come now, my dear, you mustn't dawdle around when my daughter's life is in danger!" He exclaimed and you frowned at his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him. Even if you wanted to help Elizabeth, there was surely no way you could swim into the waters with this puffy dress around you. You followed him down to the docks, pushing past the British officers to find yourself facing Elizabeth coughing up heaps of water from her lungs and then... a pirate.

With all the rifles surrounding him, you nearly thought they were aimed at your brother who stood in the way. You could only make out half his face, oblivious to the ensuing conversation that your brother was currently engaged in. You peeked around the Commodore's shoulder, carefully eyeing the strange man in your presence when his eyes flickered over to you for a sharp second before returning to your brother. Your breath hitched at the moment, taking in his disheveled and wet appearance as your brother remained as the shield between the man and you.

"He's a pirate," Your brother growled, his jaw clenching as he barked orders for his arrest. He ignored your gaping stare as he continued, "Sparrow, I assume?"

"Jack Sparrow?" You interjected, your mouth practically on the floor as you stared at him. The corner of the pirate's lips curved into a small smirk,

"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, love," He smiled with a wink. You smiled back before your brother forcefully shoved you behind him once again. He made a mental note to have a discussion with you about your behavior as soon as you returned home. He took the pirate's belongings and derided him for his lack of proper weapons, but it bothered him so deeply that you were so enchanted by the man. It irked him to think that his sister would fall foolish to a PIRATE of all people. He forcefully grabbed onto Jack's arm and began dragging him off before you cut him off,

"James! James!" You cried out, and your brother halted in his tracks and sent you a menacing scowl.

"Not another word from you, (Y/N)." He hissed, and you scoffed before pulling your skirt up ever so slightly to march up to your brother,

"This man, pirate or not, has just saved your betrothed's life! I suggest you at least show some mercy upon him!"

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man's life of wickedness," Your brother corrected you as Jack was being handcuffed by a Redcoat.

"Though it seems enough to condemn him," Jack added, and you offered him a sympathetic look before turning to your brother with pleading eyes.

"Brother, please. I beg of you, consider an alternative for this man." You prodded him, as your eyes fell onto Elizabeth who smiled softly at your words.

"Please do so," Jack muttered, before dragging his bound hands around your neck. You gasped in response, tugging at the chains as your brother panicked.

"No one shoots!" The Commodore bellowed, holding his hands in the air, "Let go of my sister."

"Only if you return my belongings," Jack taunted with a haughty grin. He leaned closer to lowly utter into your ears, "You must be regretting your kindness, do you not?"

"I don't, but it seems that you'll regret it," You whispered, as you watched the guards hand in his belongings in a bundle. Jack nudged your back with his knee ever so lightly to grab hold of his things and you begrudgingly did so, before sharply turning around to face him.

"Now if you'll do me the pleasure... my, I don't think I know your name..." He said with a sly smirk. You frowned at him,

"It's Miss Norrington to you," You spat, placing his hat on. As you placed his sword, belt, and other personnel around him, you could feel his intense stare burning deep into you. If it was of lust or attraction, you did not know and at the moment did not necessarily care. Your mind was fixated on other things, and your brother was seething in rage as he watched Jack give him a look regarding your body against his that made him want to hurl. To think his sister was so close to a gruesome pirate! It was preposterous!

As you tied the last remaining string of his belt around him, you looked up at him with disgust. Not only was he a pirate, but this would be the talk of the town, and your brother's and your reputation would be spoiled. Your brother could easily regain his good fortune, but you were never as lucky. You hated the way the women would gossip and to think it was all spoiled over one man you decided to be too merciful with because your curiosity could not be controlled made you ready to commit arson.

"Is this how you repay me?" You hissed and the pirate smirked at your words,

"I saved your friend's life, and now you save me. Besides, you did after all wish for me to live. Now, suffer those consequences. When shall a beautiful lady such as yourself realize to never mess with a pirate?" He chuckled, before harshly turning you around with his gun aimed at your head. Your brother flinched at the sudden movement, making sure you were alright. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day you almost caught Jack Sparrow," The pirate's voice boomed from behind you and the very next second you found yourself thrust upon your brother and Elizabeth. As Jack Sparrow hurriedly began his escape, he did not fail to include a personal message from his heart, "Thank you very much, Miss Norrington. I shall not ever forget such kindness!"

And you weren't ready to forget him, either. It would be for another reason. As the night raged on with a surge of pirates infiltrating Port Royal, you felt a growing desire to do something about it. Your brother had joined the Governor for his safety and left you at home to be tended to by the maids. Upon realizing that the front door would burst open regardless of the circumstances, you quietly slipped out the window in your nightly attire and made your way to the blacksmith's quarters where you knew for a fact that your good friend Will Smith would be. Will and you had grown as siblings; he was there for you more than your brother had been. He had anticipated your arrival anyway but found himself in jeopardy when his ears gathered the news that Elizabeth Swann had been abducted by the pirates. He was pacing around when you arrived and he quickly latched onto your shoulders,

"They've taken Elizabeth! I tried my best but-" Will began but you silenced him, bringing a hand to his mouth.

"I know what you must be going through. But there is not enough time. I heard you helped imprison Jack Sparrow." You whispered and he nodded his head, eyes wide as he tried to make the best of the situation, "Come, I have the key with me, we can both interrogate him and seek his help." Your hand fell to his own and led him towards the streets.

"Wait a minute," Will stopped you, and with a glance over your shoulder you already knew what he was about to say. He was going to prevent you from going. "(Y/N), I know you've always wished to escape Port Royal, but I cannot bring harm to you once you step foot onto the waters."

"Will," You chastised him, "I am no longer a little girl. I am very capable of handling my own matters."

"You are inexperienced, that's all I can say." Will rebuked your claim and you gasped at his words, before furrowing your brows,

"So are you!"

"Ah, but I shall be bringing Sparrow with me to help find Elizabeth."

"Oh, don't be so dull! I can help Sparrow and you as well. Do not prevent me from doing so! If it is out of fear that a pirate may do something towards a woman of my status, I assure you that no such thing will occur! If he dares to even look at me, I shall see to it that his eyes are gouged out by his blade!" You reasoned and Will took a step backwards, his lips parting in shock at your words. You had the spirit of a pirate in you that was for sure, and that was exactly what he feared.

"I cannot let you join. Your brother is... already facing loss," He replied in an awkward tone, considering how much he cared about Elizabeth, "He would be devasted to find you gone as well. Just stay put for now. I'm sure there shall be something more exciting for you in Port Royal."

You muttered a few unladylike curses under your breath and reluctantly offered him the key to the jail cell, "At least tell Sparrow that I was... delighted by his presence."

Will raised a suspicious eyebrow at your remark, unsure of how to respond. He nodded his head and then left you alone, as you brought your hands over your arms as your mind wandered towards the sea once again.

To say that Jack Sparrow was surprised by Will's statement regarding you would be an understatement. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you so willingly offered him the key to his escape, considering how he had humiliated your brother and especially you in front of everyone at the docks earlier in the day. He chewed his lip, his eyes dilating at the thought of you. The way you stared at him in defiance, your temples rising and falling with the way you clenched your jaw. Of course, who could forget the sensation of your fingers pressed up against him as you fastened his belt? As much of the ladies' man that Jack was, there was something different about you. You weren't like Giselle or Scarlet, complaining about superficial things or just merely trying to get into his pants. He could tell there was this curious spirit fighting to break free when he first laid eyes on you. The way you cautiously peered over your brother's shoulder had made him... well, he certainly wouldn't say his heart skipped a beat. He wasn't a silly little boy. He was a man! A grown man, a pirate! CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, mind you. And yet here he was, trying to justify to himself that what he felt for you was nothing more than just infatuation that would surely pass on.

But it didn't. It never did. While of course, his thoughts about stealing The Interceptor were his priority, he just couldn't stand still without his mind fleeting over to the very image of you, dressed in that regal bright blue gown and your hair all curled and pinned to form the most exquisite portrait of a woman he'd ever seen in his life. He smirked to himself at the thought of you, wondering what you must be doing at Port Royal at the moment. What if your brother had you married off to someone else? What if you were to live the rest of your life as a boring wife to an equally boring officer? He shook his head, wriggling himself free from those imaginative concoctions. He was a pirate, damn it. He had better things to think about than just a woman he had seen days ago.

"You've got to be kidding me," Your brother grumbled as he pushed past you. You had boarded The Interceptor with him, not because you had wanted to - even though you took every chance out on the sea with gratefulness - but because your brother was so worried about the possibility of your abduction that he wished you were beside him at all times. Including those incredibly still moments of him gazing out into the sea. To him, he seemed to have an air of control, all the world's burdens upon his shoulder. This was his duty. When you gazed out into the sea, however, it was a plethora of possibilities. The unmarked territories you could claim, the desire for you to seek out treasure from all corners. You could be free. And no one would stop you. Save your brother, but that was something he'd always do anyway. Your attention focused on The Dauntless a couple hundred meters away as you noticed flocks of the British crew on small boats were paddling towards the ship you were in. Your brother gazed through his telescope and snarled at the sight, hesitantly passing the device for you to see as well. From afar, you saw Will Turner and... Jack Sparrow? The pirate? Both of them were flapping their arms around trying to make use of the mast. You guffawed at the sight, laughing at them. You turned to face your brother who quickly reminded you with his gaze about your behavior and you swallowed the amusement away as fast as you could.

The two ships - The Dauntless and The Interceptor - were locked horns now and your brother ordered you to come with him to board The Dauntless and put an end to Sparrow's madness. You reluctantly agreed, your eyes scanning around to see any sight of the familiar pirate you had so longed to see. 

"Search every cabin, every hull," Your brother barked, before turning back to you, "And you stay close to me. Do not go wandering about like a fool like you always do." 

You glowered at him, electing not to anger him any further as you stood on the deck. You watched him disappear among the surge of officers onto The Dauntless. You sighed, pacing back and forth when you noticed two men swing over to The Interceptor. It was Will and Jack.

Eyes widening in surprise, you tried to call attention to the situation but your cries fell on deaf ears. You stomped your foot and watched Jack cut off the rope ties, one by one. His gaze was fixed downwards until he looked up momentarily, and there you stood. He stood there for a few more seconds, completely surprised by your presence. Deep down, as much as he hated to admit it, he feared that he would never see you again.

"What are you doing? Cut the rope!" Will cried out in confusion before he followed Jack's eyes to you. Jack looked upwards at the rope still connecting the two boats before turning back to you,

"Jump, Miss Norrington!" He instructed, and you stepped forward, holding onto a long piece of rope. Upon hearing your name, your brother rushed out of the Captain's Quarters, pushing past his men.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled, his eyes daring you to make another move. Realizing that this was the only opportunity to acquire what you had spent so long yearning for; the deep blue seas, the adventure, and the whimsical treasures, you sent him one final glance before running off the deck of The Dauntless and swinging onto The Interceptor. With the final rope now gone, and the ship sailing forward at full speed your brother looked at you as if you were dead to him.

When The Dauntless was far behind and there seemed to be no danger at the present moment, you walked towards your friend Will and the pirate beside him. Will seemed elated that you were there, and he hugged you so warmly that you nearly forgot that he was not related to you by blood. Releasing you from his arms, he sheepishly stepped aside as Jack Sparrow stepped forward.

"Miss Norrington, it is a pleasure to have you on board with us. I almost feared you might not have the guts to swing over," He teased, his hand graciously wrapping around your own as he kissed your fingers with such gentleness that it surprised you. You cracked half a smile at him, narrowing your eyes, before responding,

"You may call me (Y/N), and please, I never turn down an opportunity for adventure."

[esta-elavaris]

I won't list all of my stuff here - just the things that I think are worth shouting about. Organising it all via fandom, with some little sub-categories within those because some of them *cough*James/Theodora*cough* have decided to become ungovernable.

Where to find me: AO3 -- IG -- Goodreads

Catch the Wind-verse:

Catch the Wind - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: Complete. [400k+ words] AO3 The behemoth that started the absolute sickness in me, and probably where you should start if you want any of the rest of my Norrington stuff to make total sense to you.

When it was completed, I also did a read-through on here talking about some behind-the-scenes type stuff. The tag is here, but it's obviously reverse-chronological order so spoilers abound! I plan on doing this for other fics when they're complete!

Sainted by the Storm - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: In progress, updated sporadically. AO3 The home for any random snippets of this pairing that I write - there are a few AU chapters here and there, mostly it's flufftober fills, or pieces not long enough to warrant their own story. Wicked Game - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: In progress. AO3 Semi-sequel to CTW, just a very small smutty series set after the events of the main story. Red Thread of Fate - Theodore Groves/Pirate!OC Status: In progress. AO3 Vague companion piece to CTW, taking place in the background of that story, and then branching into the timespan that follows it - with appearances made by Norrington and the OC I write for him.

Catch the Wind AUs

Fallen Through Time - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: In progress, on a break. AO3 -- Tumblr An AU of Catch the Wind, exploring what might've happened had Elizabeth Swann been the one to find Theodora when she fell into the world of POTC.

As It Was - Modern!James Norrington/Historical!OC Status: Planning - a teaser can be found on tumblr for now. AO3 Another AU of Catch the Wind, where James Norrington is the modern character, and Theodora Byrne is the "canon" character from POTC who is fated to die.

Here, Where Fire Grows - Boromir/Modern!Amnesiac!OC Status: In progress AO3 Writing Catch the Wind didn't get the "modern girl falls for fictional dead man" trope out of my brain, so I had to inflict another on Boromir - but this time with an amnesiac twist, just for some added fun. Other mini-stories for these two written during flufftober can be found here.

Flufftober '23 The non-Theorrington flufftober fills can be found in this series on AO3, but all of the fills also be found on Tumblr where they have pretty banners to go along with the chapters.

About a Girl Captain Hook [Peter Pan 2003]/OC AO3 Hook sets out to manipulate a former member of The Lost Boys in order to gain the upper hand against Peter Pan…and learns the hard way that it's best not to underestimate one's opponent. Manipulations, trust issues, lots of "falling for you would be the worst possible idea so I won't do that haha...unless 👀" on both sides.

Obscure, Plain, and Little Aemond Targaryen/OC AO3 A Jane Eyre-inspired fic -- probably won't follow the events of the show/book.

Absolution Dracula [Van Helsing 2004]/OC AO3 Set in the modern day, lots of cliché favourites with (hopefully) some added twists to spice things up a bit! Free Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor AO3 Modern!Royalty!AU which will eventually follow the events of the game.

List of ideas for tentative future pairings and fandoms I want to go into can be found here. I'm also always open to suggestions, so don't feel too shy if you want to send me an ask or a message 💜

[johnbly]

textsfromthecaribbean:

So in honor of this blog’s one week anniversary, I hereby declare today to be Scruffington Day. Enjoy!

[cant-help-but-self-ship]

𝓜𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 :

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» warning : this is one hell of a list ! feel free to browse at your own discretion ! i'll try to keep it updated as much as possible, please bear with me !

» note : keep in mind that though I may have f/os that are minors in the original / popular canon, they are not this age in my self ships . i do not condone anything illegal, and actively take steps to ensure i do not replicate anything, even in a fictional sense .

➽─────────❥ SHOWS && MOVIES

- Gabriel (Supernatural)

- Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

- James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean)

- Davey Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)

- Crowley (Good Omens)

- The Doctor (Doctor Who)

- Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes)

- Jason (Friday the 13th)

- Heimdall (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

- Peter, "001" (Stranger Things)

- Dracula (Bram Stoker's Dracula)

➽─────────❥ ANIMATED SERIES

- Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

- Future Danny, " Dallas " (Danny Phantom)

- Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

- Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

- King Sombra (My Little Pony)

- Glam (Metal Family)

- Tom Lucitor (Star VS the Forces of Evil)

- Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

- Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls)

- Raphael (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

- Percy De Rolo (Vox Machina)

- Sylas Briarwood (Vox Machina)

- Bolin (Legend of Korra)

- Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

➽─────────❥ MUSICALS

- Hades (Hadestown)

- Sweeney Todd (Sweeney Todd Musical Movie)

➽─────────❥ ANIME && MANGA

- Fairy King Harlequin (Seven Deadly Sins)

- Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

- Black Leg Sanji (One Piece)

- Fire Fist Ace (One Piece)

- Josuke Higashikata (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

- Yukio Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

- Yuki Sohma (Fruits Basket)

- Hatsuharu Sohma (Fruits Basket)

- Hatori Sohma (Fruits Basket)

- Gajeel Redfox (Fairytail)

➽─────────❥ BOOKS && COMICS

- Hua Cheng (Heaven's Official Blessing)

- Bruce Wayne (DC Comics)

- Konnor Kent (DC Comics)

- Damian Wayne (DC Comics)

- Edward Nygma (DC Comics)

- Stephen Strange (Marvel Comics)

- Oswald the Lucky Rabbit (Disney Comics)

➽─────────❥ MISCELLANEOUS

- Narinder (Cult of the Lamb)

- Moondrop (Five Nights at Freddy's)

- Bonnie Bunny (Five Nights at Freddy's)

- Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's)

- Catnap (Poppy Playtime)

- Bendy / Ink Demon (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

- Max (Sam and Max)

- Sans (Undertale)

- The Devil (Cuphead)

- Shadow (Sonic The Hedgehog)

[danihow]

nO CAUSE LITERALLY YOU ARE THE ONE WHO MADE LIKE MY MONTH

i got on your blog after reading Sanie = dad anD I WAS LIKE KICKING MY FEET ALL THE TIME BECAUSE OF THAT SOSKSKSKSK the coincidence is that i also have a fic about dad San cause hes just 🥺🥺 and then i saw more on your blog and you just seemed so sweet so well ✨

Y'ALL YOU ARE SO CUTE OMG

Fun fact: Sannie=dad is actully one of my least fave works in this blog like dude, if i had to rank my top 5 best and worst work i'd go like this tho:

My personal top 5:

Right here, SKZ's Hyunjin (WHERE THE F IS THIS ME LIKE?? WHEN DO I WROTE THIS???)

Stupid, DC Titans' Dick Grayson (I loved this since i posted it, maybe biased but its my only dick grayson fic so fair)

Flower love, LOTR's Legolas (I have mixed feelings with this one)

No, MCU's Bucky Barnes (Cute, cute, nos the best but cute)

Jinxed day, ATEEZ's San (SAN. IN. A. SUIT.)

The dreaded worst 5:

Pocket clock, MCU's Bucky Barnes (The idea was there, forgot it mid writing)

Shakespeare's eyes, PotC's James Norrington (I felt so frustrated cuz I've never read James fanfics and never liked it?)

No answer, MCU's Bucky Barnes (Hated it when I finsished it, never read it again)

Sannie=dad, ATEEZ's San (just, um, too cozy and not enough drama? Not a sucker for this type of trope)

Two Strangers, Enhypen's Sunghoon (No comments, never read the finished product, not remembering ever liked it)

Honorable mention to the Changbin draft i have midway because it will either take the 4th place on top 5 or full on kick two strangers out of the worst 5 cuz gawd damn (i'll linked it once published)

[wolveria]

I know it's been years since you wrote it, but as the person with the best James Norrington fanfic out there (still hoping you'll continue it one day) I was wondering if you had any other Norrington/OC fic recs (aside from the Smuggler and the Scoundrel series which I already adore ((and also hope is continued one day lol))?

Unfortunately, it's been a long time since I read any PotC fics, but! Apparently there are quite a few Norrington/OC and Norrington/Reader fics on AO3 that are new! Or written within the last couple of years (which I would consider new in the world of fanfiction)

A lot of them look pretty good too! I might have to check them out.

Norrington x Reader

Norrington x f!OC

As far as my own story goes, I would love to continue it someday. It's just a matter of time and a lot of other projects in the queue. But it makes me happy to know folks out there are still PotC fans, especially for James Norrington <3

[r-osehips]

F & M for the fanfic ask game.

ooh thank you!

I'll do M first because my answer to F got pretty long.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

several, but I'll just mention two for now!

Star Wars AU described here, following a part-Anakin, part-Vader main character who's determined to learn necromancy so he can (unwisely) raise Obi-Wan and Padme from the dead

sequel to my current POTC fic, but from Elizabeth's POV and following her arc to becoming Pirate King within the circumstances of the AU (I have started writing this but idk how long it's gonna take to outline the whole thing let alone execute it)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

pretty much the entire chaotic group conversation in chapter 4 of the things you do for love, especially:

“Really, mate, this is your fault,” Sparrow said to Beckett, gesturing at James and Elizabeth. “Sounds like you left no other choice for the good commodore — well, maybe soon-to-be-former commodore, pardon me.” He turned to consult James. “What do you think? I’d call you Mr. Norrington, but that’s too formal for a friend of Lizzie’s. How about Jimmy?”

Barbossa laughed; Elizabeth snickered, but had the decency to smother it into her hand and look apologetic.

“Commodore Norrington will do perfectly well,” James enunciated. “Lord Beckett does not have the authority to strip me of my title without a court-martial.”

Sparrow gave him an exaggerated bow. “Very good, Commodore.” He went back to Beckett. “As I was saying, you’ve only yourself to blame. You had a perfectly good pirate-killer and you went and pushed him over the edge.”

“While Lizzie pulled, it seems,” Barbossa interjected. Elizabeth made no denial.

"I can sympathize with your mistake, though. See, I’m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly,” Sparrow continued, clapping Beckett on the shoulder and pointing vaguely at James, “it’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly stupid.”

“Such as ally themselves with pirates,” Beckett said, and though seeing him agree with Sparrow was hardly the most surreal thing James had witnessed this night, it was still remarkably strange; almost as strange as the feeling James had when he himself agreed with Elizabeth.

“One pirate,” James corrected, though he hardly knew why he bothered with such a weak defense. “Only one.” 

this (and the whole scene it's in) is a favorite because:

it was tremendously fun to write

it remains very fun to read

the five (5) characters feel true to canon to me, from their voices to their motivations to their (often shifting) alleigances

it provides momentum to both the plot and the friends-to-enemies-to-wary-allies-to-lovers ship at the center of the fic

again, I cannot emphasize enough how fun it was to write

from these prompts -- ask me any of em!

[tortoisesshells]

for the fic ask game: E, F, K, and S! :D

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

There IS not a sequel but a follow-up to Customs and Duties where the political upheaval in British North America following the end of the Seven Years' War leads to some fascinating pillow talk between James and Nellie (to the tune, I suppose, of a lot of "I told you so!" from Nellie, who will need to be a lot older to outgrow being petty about being right.)

More to the point, I keep toying with a sequel to the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war - , but I'm not sure exactly to what end - what about Elizabeth's choices at the end of CotBP, or in DMC, or in AWE might change (if anything).

[also! i have a follow-up idea to the 1899 aus fic that is burning a hole in my pocket, but I cannot explain it to you, kind friend who puts up with so much bullshit from me, without spoiling some of the plot twists of 1899 itself.]

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

Answered here and here, but I am vain and it's good for me to remind myself I enjoy writing every now and again:

“All this aside, Captain Sparrow – why did Norrington let you go?”

Lizzie, Captain Sparrow, and Mr. Gibbs shared a speaking glance, which Nellie found enormously interesting.

“Number of reasons,” said the captain, after that silent congress, “Saved his fiancée’s life –”

“You never did!” interrupted Lizzie, with the degree of indignity that might have come from a repeated argument on the subject –

“ – though she let the poor soul down in front of all the good people of Port Royal who’d come out to see me hanged. I’m sure that story’s sailed its way to Boston.”

Nellie shrugged. “The details escaped us.”

“Rumor’s more entertaining – pink-cheeked young Boston misses, eager to mend a handsome man’s broken heart, no doubt.”

From Ch. 20 of Customs and Duties, and I love it because: 1. yet more Jack Sparrow which does not make me want to die. 2. the whole conversation revolves around dramatic irony: Nellie doesn't know that Lizzie is Elizabeth Swann, none of the Pearls know exactly the shape of what's been going on in Boston, Jack suspects something's up between Nellie and Norrington and is pushing buttons until some admission - verbal or otherwise - comes out.

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

There's a variant of the Customs AU in which Nellie loses her who family to the fever outbreak & becomes a pirate - instead, Nellie goes to Nassau initially and ends up running a tavern in Tortuga, marries Hendricks so he has some cover and she gets to control her own property, sort of befriends James Norrington while he's in his DMC crater, and takes it very personally against Norrington when she gets caught up in Beckett's mass-hangings, or:

There was a dead woman in the great cabin of the Endeavor, sitting more primly than her rags ought to have allowed. He knew her, of course: he'd scrubbed the floors of Mrs. Hendricks's tavern when he was at his lowest, in Tortuga; just a day before, she'd caught his eye with the noose around her neck, and spat at him. It was the last thing she'd done in this life.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Missing scenes from canon as the premise for fic, hurt/comfort, chronically sleep-deprived characters getting a good night's sleep, whenever a somewhat frivolous conversation is in fact painting the walls regarding Themes and Character Development and the Thesis of the whole narrative ...

Fic Ask Game!

[blue-ted1234]

I started writing a story

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

"F-forgive my intrusion. I've heard master speak of great things about you—you wouldn't happen to have any—succulent insects with you by any chance. " reinfield's grin widened from ear to ear, and it seemed almost unsettling for a normal person.

He laughs manically. "heeeeh heeeh heeeh"

Commodore James Norrington, standing on the docks of Port Royal that evening, observed the peculiar man before him with a raised eyebrow. His knowledge of Dracula made him wary of this individual’s erratic behavior. Norrington maintained a composed demeanor as he addressed him. “Right then, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of learning your name yet, sir, you are?”

"Insects? my goodness no. What would any sane man want with such things?"

[esta-elavaris]

Day 1 - "I've got you." - Thorin Oakenshield/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 2 - Family, friends, loved ones - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr / AO3 Day 3 - "You love me?" "I always have." - Papa Emeritus IV/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 4 - Cinderella Moment - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 5 - X + 1 - Brynjolf/F!Dragonborn - tumblr / AO3

Day 6 - Hot Chocolate - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 7 - Porch Swing - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 8 - Rainy Day - Theodore Groves/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 9 - Massage - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 10 - Playing With Hair - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 11 - Sweet Tooth - Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor - tumblr

Day 12 - Fire & Ice - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 13 - Reading Together - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 14 - "I hate it." "No you don't." - Cutler Beckett/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 15 - Emergency, Confession, Adventure - Jack Sparrow/OC - tumblr

Day 16 - Singing Each Other to Sleep - Thorin Oakenshield/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 17 - Encouraging Someone to Achieve a Goal - Eddie Munson/OC - tumblr Day 18 - "Did you plan for this to happen?" - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 19 - Keeping Someone Safe - Vilkas/F!Dragonborn - tumblr / AO3

Day 20 - Wearing Each Other's Clothing - Boromir/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 21 - Swoon - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 22 - Picking - Boromir/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 23 - Trinket - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 24 - [Melting Emoji] 🫠 - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr

Day 25 - Nook - Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor - tumblr

Day 26 - Fireplace - Boromir/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 27 - Outdoor Event - Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor - tumblr

Day 28 - Soothing Touch - Ulfric Stormcloak/F!Dragonborn - tumblr / AO3

Day 29 - "Hey, wake up!" - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 30 - Self-worth / Self-love - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 31 - "You told your parents?" - Arthur Morgan/OC - tumblr / AO3

find me elsewhere: AO3 ~ FF.net ~ long!fic masterpost

[berubara-4-ham]

Admiral Norrington redesign

~

In my personal opinion, I kind of don’t like his uniform from AWE ^^;.

So I redesign with navy blue palette with soft gold color I found on google to give his outfit a “gloomy” feel (because he died in that movie *cries*).

[norrrington]

ok nobody asked but while making my faceless edit i nabbed some really interesting screencaps throughout james and elizabeth’s reunion scene in AWE which i have extremely big #feelings and disjointed thoughts about, so please bear with me!:

so we know that the opening of this scene shows james noticing elizabeth first (doesn’t he always?), and he calls out to her as she’s being held at swordpoint by an EITC marine. her initial reaction is clear elation and relief; i don’t think anyone could argue she doesn’t seem genuinely thrilled to see him. some people have commented on how her reaction appears to flip from excitement to disdain as she descends the stairs toward him, but i’ve always interpreted it more as them approaching one another cautiously, as if they’re both shocked to see the other alive and well (which tracks, considering james had been explicitly told elizabeth was dead and elizabeth had last seen james volunteering himself distract jones’ crew on isla cruces).

what strikes me the most about this shot is that between elizabeth’s elevated position and james’ body language, it literally looks like james is standing before an altar, surrendering himself completely to the deity to whom he’s pledged his life. it’s a quick throwaway shot, but one that speaks volumes about his feelings toward and about elizabeth and makes his impending sacrifice for her all the more poignant and heart wrenching.

when he embraces her (the first time in their entire relationship that he ever breaches her space and physically demonstrates his affection for her), she obviously seems taken aback, but upon watching this scene almost frame-by-frame i don’t think she actually becomes angry and indignant toward him until she properly regards his uniform, which is apparent here:

this looks like the moment she fully reckons with what he’s done, why he’s there, who he serves, and what that means, and it’s immediately after this that she rebuffs him and explicitly blames him for her father’s death (complete with her biting “did lord beckett tell you that?” as her gaze flits over his uniform a second time).

i am OBSESSED with the shot that follows, which occurs as james swears to elizabeth that he had no knowledge of or part in her father’s death, but is interrupted by jones demanding to speak with the captain of the empress. it could’ve been entirely unintentional, but it’s so fucking brilliant and prescient to position jones as literally standing between james and elizabeth, interrupting their reunion and cutting off james’ desperate pleas for elizabeth’s forgiveness and understanding.

considering the parallels that have been drawn between james & jones and elizabeth & calypso, it’s a particularly powerful frame.

this movie was riddled with problems (james’ ending being chief among them, though i might be biased), but the little details sprinkled into just this one scene—whether intentional or not—add so much unspoken exposition to these characters and their dynamic. anyway i love my one true doomed otp

[norrington-hell]

I was watching the deleted scenes from Dead Mans’ Chest and it occurred to me that James thought Beckett would want him to destroy the heart.

‘Give the order, sir.’ He was ready to kill Jones on the spot. End his villainy.

But Beckett stops him. Ambition and all that. God. James really did have no idea what havoc his betrayal would wreak. That he would end up working for a monster, employing monsters, to do monstrous things.

I wonder...would he still have done it if he’d known?