#james norrington x reader angst

[demigoddessqueens]

the captain and the witch

Summary - he thought he could have it all, but it left him lonely. He sees the similarities between him and Jones starting to grow, and it pains him.

Author’s note: Yes i based these headcanons off this song! Yes I still love this character and always thinks he deserves better.

It seemed perfect to him! All the praise and glory back in his hands until Jones interferes as always.

Capturing you was a side quest, a means to taunt the goddess Calypso with her kinsmen, but one that Norrington greatly objected to given the cruel nature of it

James was drawn to you for the obvious reasons — your immortality, power, the history you shared with the Sea herself but you looked at him with such a disdain it got to him. Easily.

Still, it compelled him in the short few days you had together when he came by your “quarters”, either to drop off food for you or seek information.

Every word, be it a taunt at him or the blasé nature of yours in withholding, still kept him hooked as if it was your siren’s song.

You thought it annoying at first how this mortal man kept coming back to your cell. Does he wish to taunt you? But it becomes more than that.

He amused you. Very few cared what you had to say back then and now, except for him. Maybe he was try to be empathetic (or just liked the sound of his own voice), but you slowly began to tolerate him. Small accounts here and there, bits and pieces of life stories that fit like puzzles. Though it was humorous at seeing his eyes widen when you told the ancient tales of your life, you appreciated the images conjured by his life story.

Even though it made you feel sad and somewhat pity him.

James didn’t think it was anything serious until he heard you say his name. It rolled so flawlessly off your tongue, and it coursed through his body.

Was it your old magicks or the realization that something more had grown between you two?

When the crew of the Pearl had been captured and placed with you, they recognized you from the tales and stories used to scare others.

Call it an alliance of convenience when you escape, but before you flee The Dutchman, James catches you with the rest.

If this is goodbye, then it was a treasured time he does not regret. James knows it’s too late for him, but he can’t help but pause at your offer as you hold your hand out to him.

“Leave with me. Join me. I’m taking my life back. Will you do the same?”

Still, you deserve better, with or without him. The kiss goodbye catches you off guard before he sends you past the railing to the safety of the ocean.

You feel the life of him slip away when you hit the waters. It’s a sharp pain that leaves you gasping for air.

You want to see him again, uttering a meek offering to whatever deities of yours still reside in the oceans. Prayers mixed with the bitterness of what possibilities were taken from you.

“You foolish, idiotic caring man…” 💔

After the end of Jones’s defeat and the pirate world is freed for now, you dare to hope and reunite with James aboard the Dutchman.

Whoever heard your demand, you’re thankful to him. Part of the Dutchman, part of the crew, his eyes meet yours across the waters with that soft smile you looked forward to.

Despite the rivalry he once had with Turner, there’s a newfound appreciation he has for it. Because when Will crosses that shore, it’s for Elizabeth.

When James crosses it, you’re there for him. Fear of abandonment no longer exists in that hollow chest of his, and when the curse is lifted, you two will be together again.

“I found you.” “Can’t get rid of me that easily now, can you?”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Sneak Peek of You, Me, And The Seven Seas

Coming on 3/3/23

You wondered if James loved Elizabeth the way you loved him. If he truly cared for her as Will cared truly for her. You felt foolish for hoping he could possibly return your hidden feelings. You felt foolish for wanting the attention of the man, the man you hadn't seen in years.

Swallowing hard and gaining your courage, you pushed off the wall and walked over to him. Leaning against the wooden railing of the Pearl, you stared at James as he stared down at the water below. Seemingly too drunk to realize you were right there.

You bit your lip briefly, not really knowing what to say, "James."

[intrepidacious]

when reality sets back in

summary: You used to dream of marrying James when you were younger. Today, he's come to offer his congratulations.

pairing: james norrington x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst and mutual pining; arranged marriage (but not between reader and james) please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

prompt: 42. a kiss to celebrate an engagement

a/n: before tumblr ate all of ren's asks i remember her sending in this prompt and requesting that it hurt. i don't remember which character it was supposed to be for but i think i accomplished that.

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As soon as you stepped outside and the noise of the banquet hall faded into the background, you felt like you could breathe again.

It was a lovely evening, pleasantly warm for London at this time of year. A soothing breeze caught in the fabric of your skirts and made them billow. You stepped away from the terrace doors, moving into the shadows closer to the balustrade, out of sight of anyone just wandering past.

Leaning against the cool stone, you let out a long sigh.

Ignoring the city’s usual stench, the city was quite beautiful in the light of the setting sun.  The river sparkled in the low light, and lanterns were being lit in the streets below, making them flicker with a warm orangey glow.

"I don’t recall the last time I’ve seen you quite this satisfied."

You’d have flinched had it been any other voice behind you. With this one, though, you smiled. "James."

He looked taken aback for a second when you turned to face him, meeting your eyes for just a moment before lowering his head. "Milady."

Your heart fluttered a little when you laughed, an old familiar reaction. "Really? After all this time, Commodore?"

It was almost hidden in the shadows around his face, but you knew him well enough to tell he was hiding a smile of his own. "It’s only proper we start at some point, don’t you think?"

You hummed noncommittally, taking your time looking at him. It had been so long since you saw him last, and yet you felt like it had been mere moments. "I didn’t know you were back in the country."

"Well, I couldn’t have missed your engagement, now, could I?"

Of course. That was the entire reason for the elaborate feast tonight, after all; you’d finally agreed to the match your parents had been gently pushing you to make for ages.

It wasn’t that your future husband wasn’t a good man. He was gentler than most, tall and handsome, and willing to let you keep a good portion of your independence even in marriage as long as you honoured his name and reputation in public. In time, you were sure you’d grow to love him, even.

You’d live out the rest of your days comfortable and reasonably happy.

Still, your hand wanted to reach towards the man you’d always secretly hoped would ask for it first. Wanted to trace the frown line between his brows, the stubble on his chin he missed while shaving, the sharp line of his jaw. He met your gaze with something unspoken in his eyes, like he could see exactly what it was you were craving.

But James Norrington had never once crossed a line with you like that, and you weren’t about to embarrass yourself with an action as improper as that. You clutched your hands in front of you and turned towards the view once more.

"I suppose not," you said quietly, your smile frozen in place now.

He cleared his throat as he stepped up besides you. "Besides, I’m being summoned to Court."

"Nothing bad, I hope?"

"Don’t worry about me." There was a weary quality to his voice you were unfamiliar with. Perhaps, you thought, it had been too long after all.

"You know me," you said with forced lightness, because for the first time, you thought he might not. "I always do."

James lowered his head again, and you weren’t sure what thoughts clouded his mind too much to register the open concern on your face. For a while, you kept quiet, debating with yourself as to how to take up the conversation again.

In the end, you resigned. "How are things overseas?"

"Interesting."

"I bet," you said, words continuing to fall out of your mouth. "Everything’s always the same here. You must have the most fantastical stories."

"Perhaps." If possible, he seemed even more distant than before.

Look at me, you begged silently, even though you’d long since forsaken any right to his attention.

"Did you bring your fiancée?" you made a desperate last attempt. "You must introduce us."

You’d never met Elizabeth Swann yourself, but all of London’s society was agreed that she was both beautiful and intelligent. Someone with the right qualities, the right social standing for someone like James; someone he’d want to look at constantly.

"Ah," he said, not quite a scoff; a last ebb of emotion. "No fiancée, I’m afraid."

"What happened?"

At last, he turned towards you, looking at you as though he was letting himself see you for the first time. "It emerged that our hearts weren’t quite aligned."

Something panged painfully in your chest at those words, the ring on your finger very sharp and heavy all of a sudden. "I’m terribly sorry."

"Don’t be. It was a nice dream. Besides, today is a day of celebration, isn’t it?" he gave you a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You’d always loved James Norrington’s eyes. When you were younger, you wanted to drown in them every second of every day for the rest of your life. That had been a nice dream, too. But in real life, women like you had to make a strategic match, and your parents would never have let you leave England.

The invisible thing between you seemed to whir as he looked at you, but neither of you dared to speak it into existence, even now. It was too precious to be bound into words.

A chill went through you.

"You’re cold," James remarked, blinking. "I should leave you to return to your betrothed."

The air seemed to grow even colder. "Already?"

"I was only going to call upon you for a short while." He hesitated, then reached out for your hand. "My sincerest congratulations, Mrs Hamilton."

He pressed his lips to your knuckles reverently, holding your gaze while still keeping that damn respectful distance between your bodies. You were frozen to the spot, lost to the depth of his eyes and the things left unsaid.

"Thank you," you whispered when he finally lowered your hand once again, his thumb ghosting across your fingers before he let go and the ice returned to your bones. The chatter returned to the background.

Life went on.

You pressed your lips together as he turned to take his leave, but your heart was still pounding wildly, making you follow him, "James!"

He stopped, and you realised you’d grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, holding onto the thick brocade like you could spin it around your fingers and keep him tethered to you. Your voice was shaking. "Will I see you again?"

For a moment, you dared to hope; to dream again, for a beautiful couple of seconds.

He swallowed, his hands clenching into fists once before letting go.

"Of course, darling."

James Norrington had never lied to you before, and maybe it was because of that you knew he wasn’t telling you the truth this time; only what you desperately wanted to hear.

You let him leave, and that dream of yours cracked more and more with each step he took away from you, leaving reality covered in broken pieces.

He did not turn back.

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[quillofspirit]

2023 fic recs

If there's one thing to know about me, is that I love to read! and I love to share the good fics, so I figured I would put them all on one list💚

pssst! it's my first time doing anything like this, so if you have recommendations for the format, please do leave them in the comments or drop me a message! thanks xx

Key 🍬 fluff 🧯 spicy 🌡️ smut ⛈️ angst 🌪️ all

For people I have tagged, please let me know if there is anything you’d like me to add or remove — like a link to another account. It’ll be my pleasure☺️

Lord of the Rings (and related)

⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

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Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

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���️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

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It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

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[127-crew]

Welcome one and all!!!

Welcome all!!!!

I’m new at writing, I thought it might be fun to give this a shot and see where it takes us! Requests are always open, just some information you should know before sending one in:

Characters included:

• Jack Sparrow

• Davy Jones

• Hector Barbossa

• Will Turner

• James Norrington

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@127-crew

[long-cosmos-overhead]

James Norrington x Reader

Prompt: I was thinking about this one for a while but if you're ever in the mood for writing PotC could you maybe do something with Barbossa or Norrington? Maybe something with a build up like a first kiss or the first time the character and the reader fight someone/something together by each other's side, and their coordination on the battlefield gets tested for the first time and perhaps it strengthens the connection or leads to taking certain measures like training/teaching how to use weapons and react under pressure

I’m going to split these into two parts this one is for Norrington the other will be for barbossa

(I do not own PoTC or its characters/ gif not mine)

Your hand gripped the hilt of the sword. If it were a warm sunny day the blade would’ve reflected the light back out into the vast port just like it did for the past few weeks. The sky was a dark grey possibly setting to rain making the atmosphere cold and dreary. The type of cold to get in your bones and latch on tight until the golden sun tore through the clouds again.

Your knuckles and fingertips turned a harsh red and your wrist ached from swinging the sword only to clash with his powerful defenses that returned in sending pain right up your wrist in swift pangs. You had concluded the moment James first swung at you, that you could never truly appreciate the extent of skill, concentration and pain it took to seem so effortlessly fluent in a field unless you yourself have tried to walk the same path with the same motive.

The more you attacked and defended from what would be fatal blows out on vast seas or faced with a man or woman with the intention to maim or kill, the more energy flowed out your body. You were drained. It felt like water passing from a stream downhill and into dry land most likely to never be seen again. You had improved since first starting you could barely lift a sword back then however your grip still faltered when you lost energy and your movements still became sloppy and delayed.

Your mind trailed away. A dangerous move much too dangerous. Once your mind and body was out of sync you had written your death sentence.

A kick to your legs dragged your mind back down. It was a harsh reminder that you had once again failed to meet your standards the reality knocked down the platform your stood on like a fire against wooden beams. You fell to the ground your sword clattering somewhere in the distance. Your hip instantly throbbed in pain, your wrist and elbow followed suit in acquainting themselves with the hard floor below you.

“Y/n!”

You hadn’t realised your face scrunched up in pain until you opened your eyes to meet the owner of the deep voice. James’ eyes wore worry like a new pair of shoes and his hand trailed inches away from your body before softly resting uncertainly on your cheek almost pleading you to react to his touch instead of pain.

“Y/n I am terribly sorry, I didn’t-”

Your words cut him off saving him an apology and you the salt being rubbed in the wound that you managed to be taken down by a kick to the legs.

“It’s fine James, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m at fault here.”

James picked you up from where you lay gently placing a hand round your arm and one under your waist. If anything standing up made it hurt a little more. Your eyes met James’ face, an almost unreadable expression settled on his features. Only a little readable emotion bled through. It read love however undertones of desperation and want. You weren’t sure what was going on and in all honesty you didn’t feel in the state of mind to be able to piece together such heavy emotions.

However you did pick up on how attractive he looked. Even fresh from a fight you couldn’t deny he was a beautiful man. The way the light caught his eyes and made them appear like the stars beaming in the dark. The way his facial features only seemed to compliment one another, the way he treated you as the most important and valued thing in his life. James Norrington was perfect to you.

James stared back at you and by all the grace of you gods he loved every part of you. The way your skin felt when it touched him, the way he could hold you, the way you made him feel safe and enough in such a plagued world. He was so proud of you. The way you picked up sword fighting the same way as his men once had despite the ridicule from ladies and hours of straining physical movements. James wanted you safe, as safe as you could be. He would always be there by your side to fight off evil but should the time come where he wasn’t he couldn’t even think of what he’d do without you.

His eyes wandered to your lips and it shook him at just how much he wanted to kiss you. To share all his love through such intimacy and feel your body against his and despite the looming cloud that stole all your energy and the dull throb in your side you wanted the exact same.

You two were entranced into a void where only each other existed, time slowed till the point where every little thing was almost slow motion and the intensity of the gases which you looked at each other were immeasurable. Your heart beat irregularly in your chest almost as if it were trying to meet James’ or to drag you closer and by all the power in the world you could not think to move away.

Nasty twangs of pain at your side bled into the void you and James got caught in. Your face suppressed the obvious uncomfortableness that seemed to follow blunt force injuries however as much as you tried James noticed. He had a thing for noticing things. He never let on that he observed far more than the average man or he picked up inconsistencies but you knew.

“Y/n if I may.”

He reached out a hand for you to take asking permission to touch you and lead you to your home. No matter how much you protested he must be tired, James always walked you home. He wanted to know you were safe and be able to share some sort of intimacy with you, to slip his fingers between yours and warm your cold hands.

It may not have seemed like much holding his hand but even the most simplistic touch from James was euphoric. Some days you walked down cobbled streets laughing, today James was pretty silent just focusing on you and on the way you walked with a slight limp to your step. James felt guilty, a growing guilt that thrived the more he looked at you. He shouldn’t have swiped your legs it was not only wrong in terms of fighting with honour - it was misconduct, it was cheating. However his mind wasn’t all too concerned with that. His priory, his true priority was that he had hurt you. He never loved anyone the way he loved you even if you hadn’t kissed yet but that was no way to treat you especially since he is supposed to make you feel safe.

You looked over at James. His strong features never failing to entrance you. You were more than disappointed when you reached your door. Your house was pale in comparison to James’ yet he never seemed to mind. Before you knew him you assumed he was wealthy, commanding and rather uptight however you discovered none of the sort. He was kind and ever so gentle uncaring if he was seen away from well kept and otherwise anything he wouldn’t be associated with. He’d even offered money for upkeeps or repairs yet still left it after you declined.

“I trust you will be safe here Y/n.”

“I will always be safe at my own door, James you need not worry.”

He took your hand in his lightly pressing his lips to your knuckles trying to ignore how cold and tense you seemed. However he failed to notice how your muscles relaxed under his touch and how your eyes almost sparkled from how it felt as if you had been flushed with serotonin.

The feeling ebbed away as quick as it came when he walked away. His long coat that wrapped around his shirt fluttering at the end from the wind. You didn’t like being away from him it felt as if a part of you left with him even if it were only for a few hours. You couldn’t let him just leave. The kiss to your hand was like a spoonful of magic but you wanted more. It seemed selfish but you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him.

“James.”

He turned round to met with your arms around his waist and your body against his chest. He felt happy. Much happier than he’d ever felt you in his hold felt right and for once he could look around the port and see something beautiful. His arms came around your body pressing you a little closer to him. James was warm much warmer than you expected yet he felt far warmer with you despite the cold taking claim to you. It was like the warmth spread across his whole body. He was utterly in love with you.

Neither of you wanted to pull away but eventually you did but this time even when the cold settled back in your body you felt comfortable. He made you dizzy on love.

“Goodnight Norrington.”

It took him a while to break from his lovesick trance.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

You lay in your bed, the soft sheets encasing you like battle armour braving the war against the cold. Yet it seemed like a losing battle your fingertips red and your breath releasing from your mouth as white whisps, the way you imagined a soul would part from its physical being. A shaky breath parted your lips as you rubbed your hands together in hope that the friction would spark some ounce of warmth. Faint drops of rain hammered in the distance, the first few drizzles making way for an inevitable harsher forecast and despite the rain making you feel that bit colder and worried for the wood of your house you felt calm.

You turned on your side. The rustling of sheets almost silenced by the downfall outside. The last pieces of warmth you owned were slowly leaving your body. However the only thing you could focus on was how it would feel to be in James’ embrace. You wished to lay in bed with him and instead of slow dancing with the bitter cold you would be embraced in his warmth. To be completely domestic in each other’s arms. James made you feel warm. A nice warm like bathing in the soft evening sunlight. Your lips tugged upwards slightly and your hands rubbed together once more to grasp the heat amoung the cold before the white whisps parted your lips and wrapped around the candles orange flame releasing darkness through your room.

You awoke with a hammering at your door. It was clearly not a sophisticated knock at the time you weren’t even sure it was a knock however it woke you up immediately. Light shone through the gaps in the wall illuminating strips of your skin. You heard the shouts of men and the screams of woman. Metal on metal rung in your ears until the silence of death were clear, dominating any other sound you could hear.

You shakily stood up, eyes still fixed on the same spot as earlier. You shifted on your feet slightly tripping on the uneven floorboards that was until you heard the distinct voices of the navy men.

“Groves, Mullroy man the east ports.”

James. Something about his voice hit something within you. All your nerves that froze you in fear dissipated. They weren’t replaced by rationality if anything blind need to help, not just James but every man, woman and child took the main stand.

The hilt of your sword gleamed in the dreary light beconing you deeper into your mind with its persuasive grip. The vision and need blurring its lines to rally your body to take the cold hilt of the blade into your hand.

You didn’t acknowledge how the cold metal gripped you back however rushing outside your house you felt bare to the world. You felt small like you were back in your mothers arms again. Men were fighting left and right, some laying on the floor clutching dyed clothing. Smashed glass and splintered wood covered any remaining road. In the distance you heard the fire of guns and cannons which, had they been any closer, would’ve reigned superior to your hearing.

Strangled shouts and chokes were no longer shielded by the walls that you lay in and for a minute it was already all too much. The thought of James and the ever present survival instincts kept you from cowardice and you took your first step into the heat of the fight.

James boot kicked against the chest of its opponent. Water bled through the thin shirt and for a split second he seemed dazed enough for James to get the upper hand. Yet his mind and body were travelling in different wave lengths, his body urging for defence as desperate as a drowning man but his mind was focused on you. James was practically pacing from worry. You were alone without him or anyone to watch your blind spot. Even your home was bordering on the ever expanding outskirts of the gruesome battle and he’d seen firsthand how vicious and merciless pirates were, if you got caught you would not be spared.

The blade swiped all too close to his eyes slicing a stay stand of hair parting it from the others. James sword clashed on the second offence and continued to create the devils music until the blade was wedged in the oppositions lower abdomen. Shock contorted to pain and for a moment his eyes cleared and it was just two men with complex lives staring at each other. It was perhaps the most cruel curse that only a step away from death were people remorseful. His eyes held the heaviest emotions until they glassed over with nothingness. His body fell limp and he stared without seeing. James tugged his arm removing the support on the body allowing the man to finally rest.

James’ head whipped around in every direction he was surrounded by chaos but he needed you, by his side or not he needed to know you were safe.

Your body ached worse than you’d ever felt previous. A gash at your side created a passage for blood to freely travel out of and you wished you stayed in the safety of your home. You were almost fully doubled over in pain and your hand pressed against the growing red stain on your white shirt. The pirate infront of you grinned baring his gold teeth you could smell the alcohol on his breath and his movements read tipsy yet experienced with the blade. You knew the final hit was coming.

You surged any bit of energy that still remained within you to block the attack. Both swords clashing together sending ugly throbbing pains through your hand and wrist, they faired far worse than the ones while training. You barely saw the confusion on the pirates face, he was a rather big and muscular man easily outmatching you. You swiped your foot hitting the back of his knee sending him to the floor where your blade struck true.

You couldn’t tell how long or far you’d been walking through the carnage. Puddles rippled and quaked beneath your foot. Your sword gripped in your hand, the hilt somewhat warmed however still plagued with a different kind of a cold. Your wound had since clotted somewhat just not enough to offer taking away the need for medical care. Your hand had been placed at your side so long it too was beginning to cramp and lose its abilities. Fights were ugly affairs and you just wanted James.

James had been searching for you for longer than his liking. His stress and worry grew each passing second he traced the port unable to find you. Tears sprung to his eyes, he was overwhelmed sometimes the love he held for you overwhelmed him. Being faced with a hideous reality of losing you without even sharing a kiss coupled with the ever growing pit of fear and frustration never ceased to tip him closer and closer into the dangerous territories of his mind.

James blinked back the moisture in his eyes forming a warm uncomfortable gloss over his waterline. His chances of holding you once more grew thinner and thinner thoughout the fight and if it were a physical concept he may as well be walking on string. Pirates swung at him left and right most clearly tipsy and some outright drunk which lessened the danger equipped to them. They had since taken their retreat leaving devastation upon the port but leaving immeasurable torment within James.

“James.”

Your breath was strained, the rise and fall of your chest tortured your side. Your body bent at such an angle it seemed as if you had been sliced in two but you found him you finally had him.

He was disheveled, his hair fallen out of place to hang loosely infront of his eyes, clothes wet and sticking to his body at odd angles creating little shadows patterning his chest, his body was tired and his eyes still searching for the comfort of finding a lost thing so close to your heart. But he was beautiful.

The second the words parted your lips James turned around glossy eyed and mouth slightly parted. He felt his body lose hidden tension he didn’t realise he held onto. His demeanour shifted from relieved to grief stricken once his eyes laid on the red of your shirt. After the red pattern revealed itself to his eyes, the rest followed; the way your body shook in the bitter cold, how the tiredness trickled from your skin, how pleading you seemed to be relieved from such a horrific ordeal.

James couldn’t even acknowledge himself gravitating towards you until you were in his arms. He too shook however out of pure fear for your condition.

“My love, oh god.”

His words were jumbled as his hand ghosted over the wound at your side unsure to touch you or not. His mind too scared and filled with adrenaline to think logically.

“Y/n-,”

His words died in his throat when he felt you launch yourself into his embrace. His chest sparked like a flame kissing wood and fuel was generously added when you buried yourself deeper into his warmth. He had you in his arms right where he yearned for you to be.

“James,”

Your voice came out weaker than you anticipated and tears gathered in your eyes.

“I went out for you.”

James felt his heart fill with pure love. You had trained before but going to battle among pirates was an entire new level. He knew then as he stood with you in his arms that you were his keeper.

His hand gently traced the outskirts of your wound, it had almost entirely clotted itself up now, giving James some peace of mind however he still dare not touch you to cause more harm.

“Does- does it hurt, my love.”

His fingers traced around your skin sending electric through your body despite having barely grazed it.

“A little but I would suffer a thousand times if it meant I could come back to you.”

James couldn’t resist himself any longer your words touched something so deep within him breaking down the wall that restrained him from you. His hand came to slide around your lower back and the other around the back of your shoulders perfectly avoiding anything that could cause you pain. He tugged you towards him, his grip so tight and protective yet gentle and considerate. His lips connected with yours and if you could describe how you felt it would be as if all the warmth and love in the world channeled through your body at once. It was a simple kiss nothing alluding but full of passion and love, the ultimate outlet for all the events that took place a short time ago.

When the two of you parted you were left dizzy searching for air get already addicted to the feeling you had felt in such sheer quality.

“Come back with me,” he almost pleaded. “I want to keep you safe at least for tonight.”

You responded by leaning further into him your mind and body were exhausted yet somewhere in the back of your mind there was an urge. James saved your life, if it weren’t for his countless hours spent teaching you defence and offense and his constant patience you would surely have not survived.

“James, thank you,”

He looked down a slight bit confused for a moment.

“If it weren’t for you I’d surely be dead.”

“I’d spend the rest of my life teaching you if it meant you were safe.”

@lau-rae-lei

[jacksparrowfanpage]

Heartstrings - Chapter 1

hello! i have decided to bite the bullet and finally start a chapter story. i'm gonna be honest, its a lot like your basic enemies to lovers but you can't really go wrong with enemies to lovers!

pairing - jack sparrow x reader

warnings - mention of death

They all say you are crazy, but don’t believe them. 

Something about the rush of the wind, the rough swaying of the seas have called you. Joining the British Royal Navy had been a desire for you since you had been a young child with dreams. Something that you thought would bring great honor, and maybe you would even be famous. Being a female in the Navy wasn’t something that was very common, but you always finished first before even the strongest man. Being a woman in these times was harsh, but you always got through it. 

Soon you had sustained a rather harsh injury, and an overall decision your commander had transferred you underneath the East India Trading Company. It wasn’t much of a change to you, there was just less sea time involved. 

Boots clicked against the polished wooden floor, as you walked through the lamp-lit hallway. A stone cold expression masked your face, as you walked through the hallways for what seemed like for hours. Another pair of boots could soon be heard coming towards you, “Y/N. Lord Cutler Beckett wants to speak with you.” One of your commanders said, and you nodded. Turning on your heel, you walked up a flight of stairs. 

Everyone in your section knew how powerful and crazy you were, and they tended to steer away from you. Your sword skills were suspiciously similar to a way a Pirate would. Some people had questioned you about it, but it was just the way you had been taught growing up. 

Pirates were something that you absolutely despised, and you hope that you could stay as far as you could away from those rum soaked squabblers. With all your time in the EITC and the Royal Navy, you had only run in with pirates about a half of dozen times. 

The most infamous pirate you had met was the one and only Jack Sparrow. You had only met him once, but you would rather keep it that way. The way he spoke, or even breathed angered you. 

The sectional you had been placed in kept rather close to shore, even when on ships. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like to travel across the sea, even to the northern side. The Caribbeans, The Bahamas, something new. Of course, it was a small choice that you would be selected to go to those types of places. As they said, women were too weak to do those types of jobs. You didn’t really understand why you couldn’t go places like your male comrades, but you didn’t complain. 

Raising a hand, you knocked on the door to Lord Beckett’s office. “Enter.” You heard a voice enter, and you entered the room. “Y/N.” You saw the Lord sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of tea. “Please, sit down.” You nodded, sitting down across from him. T

The Lord poured a cup of tea for you, gently setting it down in front of you. “I called you in here to talk to you about something, about a certain pirate.” The word pirate caught your attention, and you raised a brow at the mention of a pirate. “I don’t entangle myself with beings like that, I’d rather keep some kind of dignity.” You said, taking a sip of the black tea. 

“You see, there is a certain pirate, you may have heard of him. Jack Sparrow?” The word made you keep a deep breath, setting down the cup of tea. “I know you haven’t had much time on the sea, and this is your chance Y/N. If you can kill him, I will guarantee you a more honorable role in the East India Trading company; Instead of patrolling the hallways every single day of your miserable life.” You looked at him, taking a few deep breaths. 

“I only have one question, Lord Beckett. Why me? Why one of the only women here?” You asked, and which seemed to catch the Lord a little bit off guard. “Well, you see Y/N. I’ve seen the way you fight, and I think you have a genuine chance of killing Jack Sparrow. It seems impossible, half of my men have given their own lives trying to take that man's life.” He said, swirling another sugar cube into his tea. 

You nodded, thinking for a moment. “I will take the deal, under one condition.” You said, standing up and pushing your chair in. “Which what is?” He asked, a devilish smile on his face. “If I successfully kill the notorious Jack Sparrow, I’ll need help from a crew, if i’m not mistaken? I want to be able to choose my own crew, and I want your best men.” 

Lord Beckett nodded, “I will allow that, under one condition. Your husband cannot go, we don’t need any distractions that may disrupt your mission.” You nodded, agreeing to his terms. 

[whirlybirbs]

100% support the slutty norrington one off <3

WINE-EYED  ;  j.n.

summary: you loved him once. set during potc:dmc.

pairing: james norrington x f!reader

tags: unrequited love, angst, comfort, a dash of injury and worry, flashbacks to port royal & powdered wigs, a nice dock makeout scene

a/n: bro idk. bro IDK. had some pirate thoughts and then this 3.6k mess happened.

"You always did love her."

Those words, raw and cold from your lips, feel like salt in a wound — as stinging as the sea whipping James Norrington’s sun-split cheeks. The warmth of the setting sun does little to melt your icy disposition, and the ex-Commodore’s well-stoked and unbridled self-loathing rears once more.

He deserves that.

It’s evening, now. Most of the crew has settled below deck for well-earned rest and picking over supper — and you’re here, avoiding the raucous company in lieu of this. Quiet. Peace.

It’s not something you’ve had for weeks now, following Lizzy around the sea in chase of wandering loves and willful compasses and some still-beating heart in a long, lost chest.

She’s with Jack, now — chatting quietly in the evening air as they continue to plot a course by the stern. Far enough away that they’re in their own little world, as muddled and confusing as that thing between them is. Far enough away that James can stare, and wonder, and reminisce in heartwrenching loneliness.

At the sound of your voice, his head snaps forward along the horizon. He stiffens. James leans on the port banister and exhales.

“Have you come to mock me, then?” he replies in that same smooth voice you’d loved long ago — but it’s bitter and harsh, like the sting of an expensive whiskey.

You lean against the mass and cross your arms. The Eastern wind is cool — but it carries the edge of a coming storm. Give it two or three days, you reckon.

You cross your arms over your chest, and the barrel of your long rifle sways against your back. It’s cool through the thin cotton of your billowed blouse.

Your eyes slip coolly across his posture. The tumble of dark, salt-curled strands are pulled loosely into a blue ribbon. He doesn’t turn to face you, and instead turns his eyes to the honeyed-rose sunset dwindling along the horizon.

You deserve that.

You push off the mast and swagger forward. You come to rest beside him, and plant your calloused palms on the weathered wood of the Pearl’s railing.

“Pray, how is that mockery?” you say lightly, though your tone is sharp. Confident. Sure as the setting sun, “It is but the God’s honest truth.”

For the first time since he’s come aboard, he turns his head and looks at you then — truly looks at you.

James realizes then that you are not the woman he once knew in Port Royal.

There’s a new scar on your cheek. Your hair is different — styled in a more practical sense than perfectly placed like he remembers. You lack ribbons and rouge and petticoats. You’ve dawned trousers and boots and belts and sashes.

The only thing he recognizes is that rifle on your back.

You always were an impressive shot.

Though sport was rare on the island of Port Royal, your reputation followed you from England. Your father, the Governor’s Treasurer, took every chance he could to boast about his daughter’s accomplishments. James remembers many a dinner where you sat, as soft and doe-eyed and girlish as could be, and sported a bashful smile at the praise.

You were different from Elizabeth.

You always had been.

While Elizabeth had been infallible — high, and unattainable on a pedestal he’s half-aware he built himself — you had been present and interested and kind. It was clear you held a spot in your heart from the Commodore, even then. Even when he was intent on having Lizzy’s hand. Even when his attention was always wrung from conversation by her approach.

Even when he left, heartbroken and intent on chasing pirates.

You can feel his eyes on you.

His words are slow and very serious. “I’m not in the mood for jests, my lady.”

The jab doesn’t land. You continue on, unbothered.

“There was a time I would do anything for you to look at me like that, you know,” comes your easy reply as you move to crawl atop the cannon to your right. You perch yourself with ease. There’s a moment of silence that settles between you and James feels an uneasy itch crawl into his heart, “God, I would have thrown myself from the Fort’s cliffs, even.”

You never admitted your feelings for him.

Not before now.

He knew, God, of course, he did. Of course.

But, he’d been blind, then. Ignorant to the devotion of one woman, eagerly chasing the untouchable affection of another.

Finally, you look at him, and he feels like it’s ten years past again — and you’re chatting in a quiet room at a boisterous dinner party over the ethics and intricacies of Queen Anne’s privateering laws. He remembers the candlelight and the companionship and the comfort.

You were friends, once.

Your voice is quiet, carried away by the wind. You watch him, albeit distantly.

“Now look at us.”

Two tired souls, each as lost as the other.

With a flick, your gaze finds his. James’ eyes are the color of sea glass — they search yours for a moment before his jaw tenses and he drops his gaze to the water.

He’s quiet for a while, and so are you. For now, it’s just the calm swell of the sea. The sun has all but extinguished now, and the stars are creeping up over your back.

His voice is softer now.

“I doubt an apology would mend much of anything.”

You screw your face uptight. You move to pull your knees up. You’re quick to placate the assumption with a dry laugh. “I didn’t come up here seeking an apology—”

James straightens his posture and turns, fully allowing you to occupy his attention. “Then why did you come to me at all?”

His voice was colder than he intended.

You wince.

Years of loneliness, of regret, of shame, of guilt — they’ve all eroded the soul he had before. He’s as changed as you. Propriety would once call that this conversation be chaperoned; now, he finds himself yearning for a moment alone with you.

His eyes snap away again.

“...It’s what I owe you,” he says — this time, purposefully softening each syllable to paint his intent; he tries to placate the ache he sees in your face, “You... You were always kind to me. Even when I hardly deserved it. Even now.”

His eyes are soft.

Your lashes flutter.

“...It was always impossible to be anything but kind to you, James Norrington.”

He’d forgotten how his name sounded on your tongue — coy, gentle and warm. Sweeter than he remembers now, punctuated by the briefest slip of a smile. It leaves with the passing wind.

With that, you slip down from your perch and slip away.

James watches you climb to the Crow’s Nest — agile and graceful — and wonders why he ever let himself forgo your affections in the first place.

⋆��⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The storm rears upon them sooner than anyone expected.

It’s as if in an instant, the Pearl is swallowed by clouds darker than it’s pitch-colored sails. The electric snap of lightning splits the sky open, and in the span of five minutes, the Pearl careens into the worst storm First Mate Joshamee Gibbs has seen in ten years.

The winds send waves high — and in the chaos of bone-rattling impacts upon the deck, the crew is sent into a scramble trying to maintain the heading. They’ll lose day's worth of travel if they let the storm have her way.

The rain is coming down so heavy that James Norrington can barely see — all he can hear is the hoarse barks of orders by Gibbs and the roar of the thunder and his own thoughts.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men.

His back burns as his hands grip the sea-slick ropes and he heaves, pulling taut the mainsail with four men at his back. A wave slams them from the starboard side and sends a line of sailors tumbling — and James gulps for air when the ice water strikes him hard. But, he stands firm. Keeps hauling.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men—

It’s your voice, suddenly, that cuts through the roar of the storm.

“HOLD FAST!”

The starboard side is being battered by the wind and the waves and the rain. Hit after hit, the crew tries to maintain footing as they adjust the sails to correct the heading — and now, you’ve planted yourself at the front of the line.

James’ head snaps to you — and he watches a wave nearly ten feet high slam down on the deck, directly atop your head.

Somehow, you stay upright.

But, it’s like drowning.

Your hair clings to you in wind-whipped tendrils of snarls. Your shirt is soaked through, and the chill is settling into your bones. Still, better down here than up in the Crow’s Nest. The mast, at that thought, groans loudly under the push of the wind. Your boots slip, and you stagger back as you try to haul the sails back to the position — behind you, Gibbs is braced.

Your hands are bleeding.

Lightning cracks close, and you try to breathe.

“BRACE!” suddenly comes the hard call of Gibbs in your ear — but it’s neither too late nor too soon, it’s simply not enough.

The rogue wave hits the Pearl hard.

You hit the deck harder.

In a tumble of limbs and shrieks and pain, you’re rolled violently towards port — and as you gasp hard to try and get up again, you’re slammed with another cold shock of seawater. It seizes up your lungs.

It’s a whirlwind of panic that seizes you the second your back slams against the port siding. It’s water and wind and thunder and the dizzying confusion of pain crawling up your temple — and then, it’s James.

James is there.

James is there, wild-eyed and soaked and holding your face in his hands as he’s shouting something — but your ears are ringing and you’re trying to see his mouth in the downpour.

Then, just like that, the world swims back into focus.

“GET BELOW DECK.”

All you can do is nod.

He helps you, with a bruising grip, towards the lower deck’s hold — water is pooling down here, up to your ankles, and it sways and rocks with each pitch the Pearl takes. Your knees wobble as you descend, and you spare James a single, long look back as he slams the deck door’s shut with a rattle.

The animals one level down are panicked.

There are a few souls down here — most nursing injuries, some praying.

Your stomach tumbles as the ship lurches again and you stagger into a bunk on the wall. Your hands grip the ladder tightly, and it’s then that you realize you’re still bleeding. You haul yourself up, muscles still burning, into a vacant top bunk. It’s nearly dry here — but the noise of the storm and creak of the ship’s bones does little to bring comfort.

Your head is pounding.

And so you stay there, in the lonesome dark, and try to remember the quiet psalm some tired soul is whispering into a rosary. A sailor’s prayer.

Slowly, as time creeps a half past the hour, the violence of the storm begins to subside — and on the seventeenth repetition of the prayer, sunlight begins to peek through the slats in the deck overhead.

You’ve turned your eyes to marvel at the warm rays pooling into the water that has gathered below deck. Little flickers of light dance around the space — and it’s almost heavenly. Peaceful. Quiet.

Then, James.

He’s fast to make his way to you — as the rest of the crew dwindles down, wrought with exhaustion and pain. His hands are as bloody and spent as yours; torn to shreds from the coarse ropes. And still, despite this, his touch is so gentle you swear you could cry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, in a desperate whisper, as his hand finds your knee and he gestures for you to come down from the bunk.

Your nod is far from convincing.

Truth be told, you’re off. Dizzy and confused and your entire back aches. Your ribs protest with each breath.

James sees it.

He’s gentle — and suddenly, so gentlemanly — when he slips his hands beneath your arms and gently helps you down from the bunk.

You slip down his front, hands tangled around his shoulders.

The act is enough to wind you.

You plant your forehead against the sopping wet cloth of his jacket.

This moment is enough; it placates the yearning you’ve stoked for years. It’s horrible in that way — that you’re allowed this now, after so long. After so much. But, James doesn’t pull away.

Instead, his hands slip to push matted tendrils from your temple.

Worry is heavy in his deep voice. “You’re bleeding.”

You’re exhausted.

And so is he.

What he’d give to collapse into his own bunk now — to sleep for a day, or maybe more. But, his heart won’t let him. Not when you’re here, and when he... when he almost thought he could have lost you.

...But, truly, he never really had you to lose.

Nor you him.

And maybe that’s the poetic part of all this.

Suddenly, Elizabeth is calling your name from atop the deck.

You slip away, hands brushing his chest as you do.

His hands trace your arms, and you’re gone.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

You have no idea where you are.

All that matters — however — is that the Pearl is docked, your feet are firmly planted on land, and you’ve got a warm helping of food in your stomach.

The crew needed this after that storm.

You lean back in your chair, arms crossed, and loosen your grip on the bottle in your hands. It’s rum — cheap rum. But, to the dear Captain’s point: rum is rum is rum. You watch him, and Gibbs, and Elizabeth, and Marty converse about something with animated intent.

From across the crowded tavern, Lizzy offers a smile.

You honor it with a commemorative swig.

The bar is busy — working girls flit in and out with men on their arms, venturing upstairs for privacy. There are card games between tables, a fight in the back alley, and music blaring loudly from the corner. All in all, for being a small little port in the middle of nowhere, it’s good business.

Not very quiet, though.

James, all the while, is trying to ignore the gnaw of yearning the sight of you brings.

He’s staring — openly, now — from his position on the balcony. His own bottle is nearly half-gone. He’s by his lonesome up here, pestered every now and again by a woman or two promising a lovely evening. But, each time, he passes. And each time, his gaze lands back on you.

Had he been so stupid?

Had he been so damn blind?

He could have had you — you, beautiful and witty and charming and sharp. You, kind and gentle, as devoted as the sun is to the moon. He could have had friendship and love and all the things touted in a marriage.

But, no. He couldn’t have Elizabeth. And so, he went and he left and he fell apart at sea. He lost what he was, and drowned the man he used to be.

Sea-green eyes watch you stand from your table. You shrug on your rifle, drop your hat atop your head, and toss a few coins down for the barmaid.

So, James swigs the rest of his drink and follows.

The port is quieter — but still, the noise from the tavern bleeds into the town’s night air. Here, with music droning on as the waves lap at the dock, you find a bit of peace.

“Mind if I join you...?”

You turn, eyes pulled away from the moon.

James’ eyes are soft.

You give him a consenting nod.

It gives you a moment to take him in.

The two days in port have done him some good. He’s washed up, taken a bath, even shaved. But, the shadow of a beard has already begun to creep back along his sharp jaw. His hair is long, swept neatly away, and a few stray strands move in the cool breeze. His hands hang on his belt, loose and easy.

He’s always been tall — imposing. Very handsome. Even in that god-awful wig.

You remember that sandalwood cologne he favored back in Port Royal. Clean. Warm. Pervasive. Expensive. The sort of thing the salary of a Commodore could allow for.

Now, he smells like gun powder and rum.

His arm brushes yours as he sidles up beside you on the dock.

“It’s dangerous to be out here alone.”

Your eyes flick up to see him watching you — and you see humor there in his eyes.

You scoff. “Come to save me, have you? Once a dashing officer of the King’s navy, always one.”

His face twists into a bitter scowl. Like he tasted something sour. “I am inclined to disagree.”

You nudge him with your arm. “Fine. I amend everything from that previous statement, up to and not including the dashing part.”

For the first time in years, you hear him laugh.

Truly laugh. A real, low, thunderous chuckle creeps from his chest as he ducks his head and smiles.

It spurs you to muster your own laughter. You try to tamp it down, to keep it quiet and easy and light. The smile that digs into your cheeks intends to remain. The ache there is sweet.

He’s watching you again.

This time, you feel as though... as though this sort of look is different.

When he speaks, his voice is tender. His words are as sweet as a summer breeze.

“...I’ve made many mistakes in my life,” he begins, “But, I now believe forsaking you may have been my biggest.”

And it feels as if someone’s plunged a knife into your chest.

You aren’t sure how to respond to that. How could you have ever been prepared for that? In a thousand, heartbroken, lonely years, you never imagined you’d feel the returned affection of the man before you. And yet, here he is, bending to take your rope-burnt hands into his own.

“I am sorry.”

And again — and again, and again. The knife is twisted, and suddenly you feel months' worth of agony rush up. Words whispered between men at the docks, the HMS Dauntless was lost on the coast of Tripoli. That Commodore Norrington was declared lost at sea. He had left with barely a word. Hellbent and heartbroken.

You never imagined an apology.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles and your swallow roughly.

“James—”

Suddenly, there’s a hand on your cheek.

“Do not protest this,” he says quietly, “You know it is what you deserve. After all I’ve done.”

You’re shaking your head when his thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone. It’s enough to make your head spin. You find both hands clinging to his own now as you shake off the dizzying thought of him in your space.

You feel like a girl again.

“You had a duty—”

“To you,” he corrects sternly; his eyes are set in a serious manner, framed by dark brows that pull taught as he brushes his fingers against a stray lock by your ear, “And I should have seen that. And I didn’t.”

It’s then that you finally look up at him.

It’s his turn to be robbed of breath.

You speak quietly.

“...You’re a good man, James.”

“You need not lie to me,” he whispers back, the space between you both enough to send the moonlight spilling over your entwined shadows.

“I would never,” you insist, your hands moving to brace flat against his chest. Your thumb brushes a bare patch of skin just along his sternum. He feels as if he’s been set on fire.

“Then, tell me,” James breathes as his nose nudges yours, “Would you allow me this?”

His eyes flick to your mouth.

All you can muster is a nod.

And then he kisses you.

His fingers hold your chin, and the kiss is as chaste and gentle as any — it’s slow and kind and warm. It’s punctuated by a deep breath as you both sink into the feeling of one another’s hold.

He... He feels hale and whole.

In a thousand, heartbroken, lonely years, you never imagined you’d feel his lips against your own. And yet, here he is, bending to break your composure with a hand that ventures around your waist. His other cradles your jaw. You cling, and allow the chasteness to dissipate into a feverish sort of chase.

It’s your tug on his lapels, the bunched grip of your shirt, the stagger of boots against the deck as he bends at the knee and nips at your bottom lip. Your arms swim around his neck, and you try to kiss him like you’re not halfway to the depths of love.

You’ve tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, leaped onto the tips of your boots, and allowed for his hands to grip the curves of your waist tightly as he hides a desperate kiss into your smile.

And then, a voice.

“’Bout time, I’d reckon.”

Captain Jack Sparrow — in all his glory — stumbles by.

And James Norrington has to try not to kill him then and there.

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

champagne problems - J.N

evermore masterlist | willow | gold rush

Warnings: mentions of abuse, marriage, rejection, heartbreak, angst, 1700's views on women and their place in society, piracy

Pairing: James Norrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: James loved you but your heart belonged with the sea and one night, you had to make the choice between two different paths, being a well mannered woman or being a woman on the lamb

Wordcount: 1.8k

You could have spent forever in his arms, his soft touch making you feel like you're floating as the two of you waltzed across the floor. 

You may have hated this high society life of big ballgowns and parties and castles but as long as you had James, you knew that none of that mattered. 

Your real dream was to sail the seven seas, to be free as a pirate where nobody could tell you what to do, not the Navy, not your mother, not the governor, you decided your own fate. 

But it was a fantasy that you knew you couldn't never achieve, not just because you were a girl but because you felt guilty even thinking about leaving James. 

When he smiled down at you, you smiled back, his smile infectious to you. He never smiled because he was so serious and high strung so when he did, you treasured the moments. 

James looked at you the same way as you looked at him, both of you totally in love with one another. 

He loved you more than anything else in the world, more than his job. The weight of the ring in his pocket was heavy and he knew that tonight was going to be the night that he was going to propose. 

Whenever he imagined his future, he imagined it with you. 

He imagined 2, maybe 3 small children running around a nice house near the beach. He would stop sailing the seas and maybe come back to work for the governor. You'd be at home for him when he got back every day from working with the governor and it would be perfect. 

"Are you alright James? You seem to be in another world," you asked with a chuckle as you danced round the room, following his footsteps. 

He smiled, "Of course darling," he said, his hand tight in yours, the other one placed on your hip. 

He was hesitant and he could feel his palms becoming slick with sweat as he realised that he was going to have to propose soon. It was nerve wracking but he was ready. 

"Do you want to go to the balcony? Get some fresh air?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky, "I need to talk to you," 

You let go of his hand, freezing in your spot as you realised he was going to propose to you or at least ask you to make your relationship official in terms of courting. 

"You okay my love?" He asked, reaching back down for your hand as people danced around the two of you. 

You put on a fake smile, "Yes, yes, of course I am," you tried to hide the shake in your voice, "Lets go," 

You had to ignore the sinking in your stomach. He could change your life forever.

You stood on the terrace, staring out at the stars, hoping that it was all going to end up well and you would leave within a week to sail into a new future. 

You hated this life and you were going to run away months ago but James kept asking you on the promenades and you couldn't turn him down. 

You were falling in love with him but your heart longed for the sea and your mother was so controlling that just being around her made you sick.

He looked at you, wiping his palms on his trousers as he approached you, the nerves becoming too much to bear. 

He said your name softly and you turned around, noticing how nervous he appeared to be. 

"I love you and I have for the last few months but I'd like to make it official between us, to be able to share our love forever; if you'd let me," he said and you were shaking. 

You couldn't believe this was happening. A life with James seemed perfect to you and you didn't want to leave but it was suffocating and you could already feel your throat closing up at the idea. 

He took a deep breath before getting on one knee, fishing his mothers ring out of his pocket and holding it out to you, a scared smile on his face. 

"Will you marry me?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky but he was composed like always. 

You began to tear up, your eyes burning and you didn't know what to say. 

You felt guilty for ruining everything but you had to follow your heart and though it told you to go to James, it also told you that you belonged with the sea. 

"I can't," you said and he looked up at you, blinking a few times in disbelief. 

For the first time in his life he was speechless as you rejected him, crushing any hopes.

"Is it because we're not courting because I don't mind waiting, I'd wait forever for you," he rambled, getting back onto his feet, the ring heavy in his hand. 

"I can't," you repeated, unable to say anything else. 

You watched the moment that his heart shattered as if it were in slow motion and you didn't know what to say to him. 

You were both frozen in time, neither of you sure what to say to one another, the silence uncomfortable. 

"I'm sorry James," you said, your voice shaky as hot tears welled up in your eye, making your vision blurry. 

"Why?" He asked, heartbroken.

You couldn't give him a reason why you wanted to leave, the words getting caught in your throat as you choked on your emotions. 

The tears began to stream down your face and you ran out, unable to look at him anymore without knowing how much you'd ruined things for both of you by turning him down. 

You didn't want to look into his eyes anymore and see the heartbreak from your rejection. You couldn't bear it. 

As he watched you run through the doors, he remembered meeting you for the first time when you were 16 and he was 20. You had been with your father and he hadn't seen you for long but the mischievous glint in your eyes had drawn him to you instantly like a midas touch. 

The next time he saw you was when you were 18 and you came back from finishing school and he fell for the beautiful and elegant person you had grown into. 

From then on you two had become friends but after you had admitted your feelings to him, he knew he'd never think of you as that again. 

For months the two of you had been stealing conversations and smiles from across rooms but now he was ready to make it official. 

But you had turned him down and he didn't know what to do. 

All of his dreams about the two of you at your wedding, dancing across the floor with you in a white dress and him in his navy apparel. It was perfect. 

He pushed his shoulder back, his head held high as he began to walk out of the room, trying to ignore the burning behind his eyes as he nursed his heart from your rejection. 

Maybe he had read it wrong, that you were just playing around. 

"James, where did she go?" His older sister asked as she spotted him in the ball. 

She had just watched you run out of the ballroom, tears streaming down your face as you tried to escape the pressures of the life you had been thrust into. 

"I don't know," he said, his voice heavy with heartbreak as he walked out of the room. 

He had told his sister because he needed his mother's ring. He wanted to propose to you in the most perfect way but he had never expected you to refuse. He thought you loved him. 

You stood at the docks, hands clasped in front of you as you talked to the man on the plank of the ship as you tried to barter your way on. 

He called your name and you turned around before looking back at the pirate, holding your money out. The man nodded, holding his hand out and gesturing for you to come onto the ship. 

You didn't look back at James Norrington again. You couldn't bear to look back at him and see the heartbreak in his eyes. 

You just listened as he yelled out your name into the distance, the sound a half sob and a half angry yell. 

Two years later, you stood at the docks of the same port you had left from years ago as you watched your captain, Jack Sparrow, have a run in with the law. 

You stayed hidden, knowing he was going to make his escape but you froze as you saw him there. 

He looked no different then before and your heart skipped a beat as you remembered that day you had left him. 

You thought back to the moment you dropped his hand, leaving him out on the balcony on his own. 

He had given you his heart that day and you had dropped it, watching as it shattered like glass on the floor in front of you and you had acted like you hadn't cared. 

You wanted to talk to him again, explain it all. Explain why you had to get away from the suffocating life but you froze when you saw him wrap his arm around Elizabeth Swann. 

She was two years younger than you and you couldn't believe that he would ever date her. He had never shown interest in her when you wet around and you assumed they had an almost familial bond. 

You could only assume what the town had said about you once you had left, that you would have been a lovely bride if you hadn't left, that you were delusional, that you were a criminal, that your mother had beaten you. 

You just hoped that Elizabeth could give him what you couldn't, that she could fix the broken pieces of him in the way that you had. 

With a heavy heart, you turned away, knowing that Elizabeth would never refuse his proposal or break his heart in the same way that you had. 

He noticed you in that moment, his heart sinking as he realised that you were with Jack, that you'd really chosen that pirating life. 

You thought he wouldn't remember you but he did and he longed to reach for you but as you walked away, you both knew it wouldn't be right to deal with all the champagne problems. 

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Baby Sparrow

Summary: The reader is on the run from the police because she is the daughter of a pirate.  What happens when she hides on the Black Pearl.

Warnings: Mention of character death, and maybe some blood, and kidnapping, that's it.....I think

A/n: AT the begging of the story you are 15 or 16 years old. Might make this into a series  

Word Count: 3,608 words

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“GET BACK HERE!!”

Redcoats were chasing after you for a very good reason.  You were the daughter of a pirate.  Your mother had a one night stand with some drunk at a bar, nine months later in the middle of the ocean you were born.  Recently your mother was caught and hung and you were crying internally, but you had to run to escape the same fate. 

You ran past coaches and climbed ladders but you couldn't shake them.  Now salty air began to fill your nose.  ‘The Docks!’  Developing a plan to hide in a ship could either go amazing or get you in worse trouble.  It was that or swim out to see.  Ships it was.

As you ran on the wooden planks, your eyes scanned the area.  Mostly trade ships and military boats.  That's when a massive ship falls into your line of sight.  It was black as the night sky and no one was on deck. "BINGO!" 

Urging your legs to carry you faster caused you to bump into sailors, one of them caught your attention.  His black hair was in dreads, a red cloth tied above his forehead, at his side was a sword and a pistol, to top it of a hat of a captain.  'Pirate' ran through your head as you realized why he dressed like that.  As you rushed past him, you kicked a table of spices over which sent powder into the air making a colorful cloud of exotic smells and colors.

The threat falling behind only edged you on.  As you approached the ship you leaped over objects and skipped onto the plank of wood that let you on.  Once on board, you hid in a bushel of barrels which smelled of rum.  Now you needed to wait.

An hour had passed before you dozed off.  You dreamt of adventures you had gone on with your mother.  Looting from trade ships, pillaging small towns, and one time robbing a governor.  Each left a smile on your face. Until you were awoken.  

Whispers surrounded you like a breeze on a summer day.  "What's a girl doing on the ship?"  Another voice spoke up "Someone go and get Jack."

You slowly pried open your eyes to see you were encircled by a group of pirates.  "Move, move, Let me see." A voice from the crowd began to get louder as footsteps approached you.

A man stepped in front of you and your memory was sparked.  He was pirate at the docks!  "Who are you?"  The tan man looked down at you with a puzzled look on his face. 

"(y/n). (Y/n) (L/N)"  You looked around to see you were no longer on land, but at the open seas. The man reached down to help you stand up began what thought would be a threat, insult, or both. "Well miss (y/n),  You have boarded my ship the Black Pearl..."

"The Black Pearl!  So that means your Captain Jack Sparrow!"  A grin was plastered on his face.  Pointing his finger at me he questioned how I knew him.

A curiosity left your body and sadness filled its absence.  "My mother was a Captain and told me tales of your adventures."  

A man with gray hair and beard stepped forward. "What do you mean was? Did she retire?"

"No, we were caught robbing a bank and..." Tears filled you and threaten to spill over.  "She has been hung two days ago, yesterday I was supposed to be hung as well but I managed to escape."

Little salty tears fell from your (e/c) eyes.  As the crew of the Black Pearl looked at one another, Sparrow walked up to you and patted your back.  "It's going to be okay.  Do you have a dad that we can drop you off to?"

You nodded no. "Aunt or Uncle?" 

"no."

"Grandparents or Godparents?"  You nodded your head yet again.  "No my mom was my only family."

Jack turned to face the crew.  "Well, it appears we have a new crew member if miss (y/n) would like to join us."  You looked up to the Captain for signs of deception.  "Are you joking?"

"No way, if you want I'll take you under my wing and raise you as my own."  A smile crept on your face.  "I'm in."

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Three years had passed and You and Jack were like father and daughter, in fact, you changed your last name to Sparrow.  He let you steer the Pearl sometimes which was a privilege only Gibs had.  Of course along the way stops were made for restocking or pillaging small towns. Occasionally you ran into Barbosa (who was shocked to see Jack had adopted you), or sometimes Blackbeard and his daughter who showered you with attention and gave you the nickname Baby Sparrow.  Most of Jacks enemies had lowered their arms at the sight of you, even pirates have morals.

 It was a warm summer day when you were sitting in the crow's nest keeping an eye out for any other ships. That's when a flag displaying the British colors caught your attention.  "JACK IT'S THE REDCOATS!!!"

Swinging down from some ropes, you landed next to the man you called your father.  Jack pulled out his telescope to see the ship heading full blast towards the Pearl.  “READY THE CANONS!” 

The crew quickly filled the cannons with gunpowder and actual canon balls while you prepared an invention you had completed.  A canon that shot barrels of gunpowder that when it hit something it exploded.  Jack originally thought the idea was mad, but after some successes, he eventually came around.  Jack helped you carry the barrels to the new weapon and load the first round.  

As the Brits got closer panic filled you.  The last time you saw the British were when you escaped a death sentence and lost your mother.  To say you didn't like them was an understatement.

They were less than hundred feet away when Jack hollered "FIRE!" Canons were shot and barrels was projected into the air.  As the redcoats took damage they still got closer.  "Jack, they're not turning back!!"

"Fire at will!! Don't hold back."  Booming filled the air and the ship began to shake as canons were returned.  One of them nearly decapitated you and Jack.  

"What in Bloody Hell was that?"  Both you and Jack were on your knees in order to avoid getting hit.  As the ship got closer it was clear that they were preparing to board your ship.

"Nope, nope and nope again. Fuck this shit" You aimed the weapon of fiery doom at the plank of wood and set it ablaze.

"(Y/N), LANGUAGE!" You targeted the steering wheel and set it on fire. "Don't care at the moment"  Once again you hit vital parts of the ship. The base of the crow's nest, where most of the gun powder was visible and yet they still pushed forth.  

"Why aren't they turning around?"   That's when they began to swing onto the ship as if they were a monkey on vines.  Jack rushed you down steps and into the Captains room.  Once you were in he locked the door. "Jack let me out." You pounded against the door in a feeble attempt to get out.

"Sorry, Darling!"  He then left the door and joined the fight.  You were trapped in a room when you family was being attacked.  "I got to get out of here!"

As you began to search for a weapon that might help you fight out there the door was busted open.  "(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/N), so good to see you again.  Well, I have to kill you know but at least you join your mother."

It was the man that had not only captured you but was also supposed to kill you.  Seeing him made you freeze.  It was James Norrington.  He began to stalk you as a lion stalks its prey.  His sword was drawn and ready to kill.  The two of you circled the desk until you back was to the door, then you bolted out.

Upon exiting, you ran past a fallen soldier and snatched his sword to defend yourself, but you were slightly too late.  A man grabbed you by your arms and began to drag you to a plank connection the pearl to the military boat.  At the top of your lungs, you began to scream for help and kick at the attacker but didn't avail.  

"HELP!!! DAD HELP ME!!!"  At that moment Jack slit the other men's throats and raced off to you. You were half way across the plank when your father caught up.

"Let her go Norrington"  He only chuckled in a reply "If you dare attack me you risk hurting your precious daughter.  It's a shame I have to kill her, she would probably make an amazing wife." 

Something in Jack shifted, his eyes turned dark and a low growl escaped his throat.  "LET HER GO LAST CHANCE."

That's when you noticed Gibbs was behind You and Norrington.  Your attacker turned to see both exits blocked off  "Well, I guess I'll let her go."

That's when he pushed you off the plank and towards the churning water.  Jack reached for a rope and swung down to try and catch you as Gibbs ended Norrington's life.  

As you got closer to the water Jack got closer to you.  He reached out for a flailing hand and managed to catch you but you wouldn't escape without injuries.  On the way up you managed to get shot by a redcoat, and blood began to pour down your arm.   Landing on deck, Jack carried you to the medical room where Gibbs was waiting to fix any injuries.  The gray-haired man began to remove the bullet when you blacked out from the blood loss.    

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Worthy

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean Character: James Norrington Relationship: James Norrington/reader Request: What I would like to see is perhaps some character development coming from James? (maybe even the Reader herself ;)) What about something with Reader helping James getting through his depression after his whole career has fallen apart? But maybe this time reader wouldn't be a pirate??? (unless it'd be too much of a struggle for ya) You walked to the small tavern in the middle of the town. You could hear the overwhelmingly bad singing of sailors and farmers as they sung their heart out. Pushing the door open, you pulled your coat further over yourself as you walked into the tavern. It wasn’t a place for a lady like you. In fact, it wasn’t even a place for the whores who wondered the streets, ready to flash a heel for a pretty penny. But you pushed your way through the men, searching for him. You knew this was the only place he would be. After his fall from grace, he had landed at rock bottom and didn’t seem to know how to get back up. You really didn’t know how you could help him. Blinking back tears, you hated that it had come to this. Only a few months ago, he had made a request for you to join him for dinner. At that dinner, he had asked you if you had ever considered marriage. You told him the thought had crossed your mind but your father would have the final decision. The next day, you father came in with pride written on his face as he announced that the great James Norrington had requested for him to attend a meeting about your hand in marriage upon James return from his journey. James left to catch Jack Sparrow that morning and you had ran to him before he departed. He pulled you aside, smiling at you. “Since we were children, I knew you were the one I wanted to marry.” He answered when you asked if it was true. You couldn’t help but fling yourself at him, pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss. He had to pry himself away from you when he was called, but promised you he would return to marry you. But that never happened. he returned and had his ranks stripped from him. He turned away from you and to the drink. He refused to speak to you or even see you. It broke your heart. As you pushed your way through the crowed, you saw the once great James Norrington, slumped over on a bar stool. He was watching the half filled glass with a resentment you had never seen before. You tried to walk towards him when a large hand caught your upper arm. “Where you goin’, pretty little thing?” A rough voice slurred and, as you turned to yank your arm away. But he had a tight grip on you. He tried to pull you closer and you smelt the alcohol on your breath. Fear flooded your body as you struggled against his grip. “Get your hands off of me!” You cried out, not sure if your voice would be heard over the rowdy crowed He sneered at you, but then his eyes fell on something behind you. “get off her!” You instantly recognized it as being James voice. You glanced back to see he had drawn out his sword and, even though he was probably drunk, he would still be handy with it if needed. The man growled before pushing you away from him. You stumbled over your long dress and fell, only to be caught by James. You expected him to ask if you were okay, but he didn’t. He hauled you up on your feet and dragged you out of the tavern. It was late and the sky was dark. There was no one on the streets at this time apart from the occasional drunk stumbling home. “What you doing here?” he slurred, and you wondered if you would have been better off with the drunk in the tavern. James was angry. “I was looking for you.” You replied, a little annoyed at his tone of voice. “Well, you found me!” He held out his hands. “Now go away.” he turned on his heel and started to stumble back into the tavern, but you ran after him. He heard you and turned around, blocking your entrance. “Go. Away.” He said, in a low and threatening voice, but you saw a pain in his eyes that you couldn’t ignore. He was about to turn around, but you couldn’t control your own heart ache. “You said you wanted to marry me!” You screamed at him. You couldn’t count the amount of sleepless nights you had spent thinking about him. Or the amount of time you spent searching for him. Everyone called you insane. You were from a well off family and your father had said you could marry someone with money. But you didn’t want them. You wanted the drunk in front of you and that broke your heart. “Was that a lie?” you wanted a reaction from him. You wanted him to acknowledge your existence. “Or was I just another jewel in your hand that you could throw away in exchange for drink?” You saw his whole body slouch, the glass he had carried out dropping to the ground. Due to the mud, it didn’t shatter. “I would have done anything for you, James. And the second you got back, you tossed me aside. You didn’t even come visit me! I tried everything to find you. I just wanted to help you!” You continued, only for him to spin around. “I cant be helped! They stripped everything away from me! Ive. Got. Nothing.” He screamed at you, gesturing to himself as he did so. But you didn’t even flinch. “You still had me.” You sighed. “No, no I didn’t. I should have known I could never had you.” His anger dropped away and was now replaced with misery as he swayed on the stop. “I cant give you anything. Look at me!” “James, I-“ You started to move towards him, but he held his hands out, stopping. “you will marry someone of the highest rank. You will live in a elegant house and have all the comforts you deserve in life. And you will forget about me.” James raised his head, speaking with an air of authority that you hadnt heard in a while. He then looked down. You saw an element of hate in his eyes as they raked over his dishevel appearance. You walked up to stand in front of him and his eyes moved to your dress. They travelled up your body till they reluctantly met your eyes. “When was the last time you slept in a bed rather than a tavern floor?” You asked, seeing the dark circles under his eyes. Embarrassment crossed his face as he looked away. “Longer than I care to admit.” He muttered, looking back to you. You nodded and walked to stand by his side. You looped your arm in his and gently started to guide him away from the tavern. You were surprised he allowed you to do this, considering his reluctance to even stand close to you. The two of you walked down the empty street in a comfortable silence. This had always been a small dream of yours. You just wanted to walk in the street with the man you loved. You blinked your eyes, not wanting the tears to start again. God knows how long you had spent crying over the very man who was next to you. You felt him start to straighten up as he walked but you didn’t say anything. Maybe he was pretending just as you were. You eventually guided him into a small inn. You knew the owner as Mrs Little, an elderly woman who you had always liked. She ran her inn with a zipped lip and you knew if you went there, she would take your secret to your grave. You felt James pause, a little reluctant to follow inside but you gave him a small smile which made him trust you. He followed you into the small hallway and to the hatch in the door. Sure enough, Mrs Little appeared in the hatch. “hello, dear.” Her eyes skimmed over the two of you. “Just the one room?” “Yes, please.” You nodded. You knew she knew about the promise he had made to you all those months ago. She knew everything. She was the silent knowledge of the town and would always offer help to those who needed it. The world needed more people like her. She handed you the key and you gave her the payment, smiling and thanking her. You climbed the stairs, thankful that there was no one in the inn who came out of their room. You unlocked the door and opened before walking in. He followed you in, watching you closely. The comfortable silence had disappeared and now you felt the strain in the air. You closed the door over but didn’t lock it just yet. Turning back to him, you held out the key to James. He reached out, taking the key but his hand hovered against your skin for a second before dropping. “Why are you doing this?” He suddenly asked, clutching the key in his hand as if it was his only safety net. For a moment, you thought over your answer. You tried to think of any reason to give him that he might believe. But you were unable to think of anything. You sighed, looking away from him. “Because I love you. I always had. And that day you left, I thought everything was perfect. And I waited for you to return. Every day I stood at the harbor.” You looked around the room, unable to look him in the eyes. “But you came back and acted like you wanted nothing more to do with me. And it broke my heart.” Tears cascaded down your cheek as you were unable to hold them back any more. “I did not lie to you that day.” James suddenly said, his eyes watching your tears. “I meant it. I intended to return back to marry you. But now, I cant.” “Why? Because you don’t love me?” You offered. Your voice was sharp, but you couldn’t take much more. “No, of course not!” James suddenly barked at you, taking your words as a personal insult. “because im not worthy!” His words caught you off guard yet again and you stood, staring at him in utter confusion. “Im-im not worthy. You deserve more than I can ever offer now. I didn’t come to find you because I feared you would have found someone else. I couldn’t see you on the arm of another.” He sighed, turning away from you. “Did you ever stop to ask what I wanted?” You asked, seeing his glance over his shoulder at you. “I didn’t care what medals you wore, what blade you carried or what rank you were. I loved you for who you are. If you had asked for my hand with nothing else but a pocket full of coins, I would have said yes.” “And your father? He would allow you to marry someone who-“ He started but you cut him. “My father would allow me to marry who ever I loved. And while he may not agree with my decision, he would support me.” You clarified. “What?” James turned to you, bewildered. “When you came back, we were the first family to know what happened. And he sat down with me and asked me about it. I told him how I felt about you. And he agreed if you came to him and asked him, he would give his blessing.” You explained as your tears began to sting your cheek. “But you never did.” You mumbled as you broke down. You raised your hands to cover your face as you cried into your palms. There was a brief moment before arms encircled you and you were pulled against a hard chest. “Im sorry.” You heard James mumbled time after time as he held you. He guided you over to the small double bed in the corner and you both sat down. His arm stayed wrapped around you as you lay your head on his shoulder. you pulled out a cloth to dry your eyes as you focused on calming yourself. “I cant offer you the luxuries in life you deserve.” He whispered to you in a soothing voice. “But I will never stop loving you.” You pulled away, eyes wide at his words. He looked into your eyes for the first time in months. At least properly. You saw he was telling the truth and that love that you had seen in his eyes the day he left seemed to have returned. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he reached out and took one of your hands, raised it and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. The kind and loving gesture was evry much needed. “James, I love you, too.” You smiled, gently squeezing his hand. “If I go to your father tomorrow, do you think he would still allow me to take your hand in marriage?” he asked, swiping his thumb over your soft skin. “Im afraid I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Then I shall just have to persuade him.” James smiled. You hadnt seen him give a genuine smile in months. You glanced out the window and noticed it was now pitch black out. “I need to go.” You told him, nodding to the window. He followed your directions. “But I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Of course.” He confirmed, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to yours lips. this one was similar to the first kiss you had ever shared with him. It was filled with desire and adoration but still carried that sense of danger you loved about him. you had to pry yourself away from him and get up. He followed you to the door, a soft smile on his lips as you peaked his cheek. “You might want to get a bath while you are here? My father may look over most things, but if you insult his smell, you’ll be out the door.” You giggled as James nodded. Leaving the room, you felt like a weight had been lifted and you took all your energy not to stay with him that night. But of your father noticed your absents overnight, there would be hell to pay. Just was you were about to leave the inn, Mrs Little grabbed your arm. “I couldn’t help but noticed the gentleman’s clothes. I happen to have a couple of pieces of clean clothes left by others. Do you think he would accept them?” She asked, pointing to a small pile of folded clothes in the corner. “That would be perfect, thank you.” You smiled, nodding at her before taking your leave. Sure enough, the next day, your father called you down to tell you of your new engagement to James Norrington. You asked where James was and your father told you that, since he was his new son-in-law, he would have to dress in accordance so had sent him with money to get new clothes from the market. Your father seemed to have everything planned out, as you later found out. He gave you both money to buy a small house just outside the center of town. James was hired for a small merchant company and you quickly settled into your new, simplistic lifestyle. You started helping Mrs Little at her inn, which provided a little bit more money but also some funny stories. However, every time James walking in the front, you knew you had made the right decision. Every now and again, James would shrink back into himself, saying he wasn’t worthy of you. You had to help him through those times, telling him how much you loved him. Just like he loved you.

[merakiaes]

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Loki Laufeyson

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Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

You, Me, And The Seven Seas - James Norrington X Female Reader

Title: You, Me, And The Seven Seas

James Norrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Will (Mentioned), Jack (Mentioned), Elizabeth (Mentioned), Elizabeth's dad (Mentioned), Reader's family (Mentioned), James's father (Mentioned), and Barbossa (Mentioned)

WC: 2,967

Warnings: James's drunk, alcohol mentioned, awkwardness, previous engagement to Elizabeth mentioned, kidnapping mentioned, mention of killing (No killing written), anxiety, yelling, fighting (verbal), angst, friends to enemies to lovers, weapons mentioned, Reader wears obvious pirate attire, confessions, and huge fluff ending

You stood in the back corner of the Black Pearl's deck, arms crossed as you leaned against the ebony wood. You stared at James as he swayed and stumbled, standing near the edge of the ship; looking sick from all the alcohol he ingested. He looked awful. Brown hair messy and tangled, put into a ponytail on his head. Outfit in complete ruins, ripped and haggard. His skin, dirty of sweat and grime… He was no longer the Commodore he used to be. Nor was he the man you used to know. 

There was an off tension in the air, no one on the ship spoke. Or, more importantly, no one had spoken to James since he "joined" the crew. Not Will, not Jack, and not even Elizabeth. Which you found odd. You thought out of everyone, besides yourself, that she'd speak to him. 

Well, you couldn't really say anything. Since his arrival… You hadn't said a word to him either.

You wanted to say something… Anything. James had been your friend. A long time ago. You had met as children, spending most of your time together. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows though, when you were younger you had been kidnapped by pirates. And with some sort of luck, they didn't kill you. The Captain, Barbossa, surprisingly had mercy, and trained you. 

For the next couple of years, you were trained in the ways of becoming a pirate. You had also gone through a lot, Barbossa became a sort of father figure for you, and even for a while, you, Barbossa, and the crew were trapped under a curse. But you much preferred it to your old life of a daughter of a nobleman; trapped with teas and dresses. The only thing you missed from your old life was your friend James. You missed talking to him… You missed his smile; his laugh.

And yet, here he was. Only a few feet from you and you were too scared to go over to him. He hadn't even realized you were there no doubt. And your mind was racing as to what he might say. Would he be happy to see you? Or the opposite? Would he even remember you?

But as your mind was racing with what he could say, it was also racing with insecurity. You had heard from your times at sea, with Jack, Will, and Elizabeth… That the man in question had been engaged or betrothed to Elizabeth for some time. When you had first heard of it, you felt faint. That was when you realized you were still in love with your old best friend. 

You wondered if James loved Elizabeth the way you loved him. If he truly cared for her as Will cared truly for her. You felt foolish for hoping he could possibly return your hidden feelings. You felt foolish for wanting the attention of the man, the man you hadn't seen in years.

Swallowing hard and gaining your courage, you pushed off the wall and walked over to him. Leaning against the wooden railing of the Pearl, you stared at James as he stared down at the water below. Seemingly too drunk to realize you were right there.

You bit your lip briefly, not really knowing what to say, "James."

The man snapped his gaze up to you, his eyes widening, his eyes looking over your figure before they narrowed slightly. "You're a pirate?" He asked, spatting in hatred at the word.

You tilted your head to the side, "No hello? It's been years, James."

He scoffed, looking back at the water, "It has been years. Years since you got up and left with no goodbye or explanation." 

You pursed your lips, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. "I didn't just get up and leave, James. I was captured by Barbossa and his men." 

He huffed, "How are you alive then? If you cared about our friendship at all, you would've come back." He lifted the rum in his hand to his lips, tilting his head back to take a large sip.

You sputtered out a breathy sigh, you knew he was drunk but this was ridiculous, "I was raised by them to become a pirate. Barbossa spared my life. So I am grateful. And you know how much I care about you and our friendship, if I could've I would've come back." You practically scolded him, as he turned to stare hard at you.

"Then why didn't you?" He asked and you opened your mouth, but closed it again, and that was all James had to see. "That's what I thought." He chugged more rum.

Growling softly, you glared at him as you grabbed the rum bottle from him abruptly, before tossing it over the side of the ship. James stared as the bottle splashed into the water, before sinking.

"Well, that's just a waste." He muttered, before swaying slightly again, almost losing his footing as the ship moved.

"Look at you," You continue to scold, "Drunk and washed out. What happened to the young boy who I used to know? What happened to you that made you so bitter hearted?"

James turned to look back at you, "You. You left and my life went on. Do you know how worried I was? I asked my father where you had gone and he never gave me an answer, telling me that you were a distraction from my education." He ranted angrily. “Good riddance.” He scoffed.

You threw your hands in the air slightly, "I couldn't help that I got captured! I was eleven, James!" He grunted and turned back to the water once more, making you cross your arms, "You're drunk. It's pointless speaking with you when you're like this. If you ever cared about our friendship at all, come find me when you're sober." 

Night fell upon the horizon, stars sprinkled the dark sky as the bright moon shines down upon you. You couldn't sleep. Not even a wink. Every time you tried to, you'd close your eyes and see James. Remembering your time with him. Running through gardens, sword fighting with sticks, watching the stars before your father called you back inside. You wished you could remember more of your childhood, but after so many years… It was becoming a blur of greens and blues. 

You almost felt guilty. You wished that you were able to see James grow up… And grow up along-side him. You wished you could've seen when he became Commodore, knowing that was a proud moment in his book. You could almost see it. Two rows of men with their swords pointed to the sky, creating a hall for him to walk through. Even though you hated the British Crown, you were proud of him nonetheless.

The moon seemed to smile down at you, but you couldn't smile back. Your hands gripped the ebony wood railing tightly as you stared at the dark waters below. Your mind ran with "what ifs" and what could've been. 

The stars, they reminded you so much of James. Possibly from all the times you stargazed together in your mother's garden, but you could almost remember, or visualize, how the stars reflected in his stormy eyes. It was foolish to think what you felt back then was love… But, you couldn't help but think it was. 

Hearing the soft creaks of the floorboards, you turned your head to find James. He stood there, almost awkwardly, as he looked anywhere but at you. It was silent, only the sound of the soft sea crashing against the ship made any noise. 

"I am sorry, Y/N." He finally spoke up, voice unsteady. You listened quietly, patiently. "What I had said to you was out of line."

You hummed, nodding. "I wish our reunion didn't start off as such." You pursed your lips as you stared up at the moon. "It wasn't what I had in mind."

"What did you have in mind?" James asked, coming to stand beside you, mimicking your stance with his hands on the railing.

"I don't know." You sighed tiredly. "I don't know what to think anymore."

It was silent once more as the two of you stared at the moon… Like you used to. There was an odd tension in the air between you too, but nonetheless it was peaceful. Almost relieving even. To know he was alive and by your side once more.

James worried on his bottom lip, side glancing at you briefly before looking back at the moon. He had missed you, there was no doubt about that, but he wished things were different. Looking over at you again, he watched as the moon's soft rays cast sweet shadows over your face, almost making your skin sparkle in its light. You were radiant; stunning. 

In his time without you, he thought of you often. He always wondered what happened to you. And he grieved for a long time before he got swept into his duties. He had always wondered, if you were alive, what you would look like. And his image of you didn't do you justice. You were an angel, a Goddess among me. If he had the chance, and you hadn't been captured, he would've married you.

He took notice of how your nose sloped, and your hair blew slightly in the soft breeze. You have changed since he lost you all those years ago. You weren't wearing those dresses -- wearing flowy trousers, a billowy blouse with puffy sleeves, and a thick corset. If anything, you screamed pirate. Something he was told to hate, track down, and capture… If not kill.

He felt terrible for what he had said to you, he felt terrible for his drunk ramblings. He was broken, hardly the man you once knew as a child. He wasn't as care-free anymore. Nor was he as caring. Growing up had changed him. Losing his rank had changed him. Becoming a pirate changed him.

Licking his lips, he opened his mouth to speak, "Remember when we used to dance, you used to stand on my feet?" He asked, voice thick and deep as he looked back at the moon.

"Yes…" You answered softly, smiling lightly at the thought. "I remember quite well."

"You had two left feet, if I remember correctly. Never knew how to dance properly." James spoke with a hint of a grin, as you giggled lightly; music to his ears. Out of everything, your laugh never changed.

"I still don't, well not really anyway. Ballroom dancing isn't really my forte." You laughed out breathily. 

James turned to you to raise an eyebrow, "You never learned?" He asked and you shook your head, turning to look at him in return.

"No time to really learn when you're out at sea." You shrugged, and James nodded slowly, pondering for a moment before he offered his hand to you. You looked at his hand, to his eyes and back. "James?"

"Dance with me. You said you never have time, why not now?" He asked, giving you a small smile as you stared at him in surprise. At your silence, he began to worry, "Just like old times?" He added, and you bit your lip, hesitantly placing your soft hand in his calloused one.

Pulling you closer to him, James placed his hand on your waist, his other holding your hand in the air beside you both. Your hand slipped over his tattered old uniform, resting on his shoulder. You looked into his eyes, seeing that he was already staring at you.

"James…" You began but he interrupted.

"Just follow my lead." He began, before giving you a small smirk, "Just don't step on my toes."

You bit your lip as you nodded your head slightly, "I'll try not to. But no promises." 

As James began to move, you stared down at your boots and his, trying to make sure not to mess up or step on his toes. Feeling his hand leave your waist, James placed his finger underneath your chin, raising your head to look at him. "Keep your eyes on me. Trust the beat."

You gulped lightly, "There is no beat. Nor any music." 

"Humor me, darling." You flushed at his endearment, as he placed his hand back on your waist. "Just look at me, and listen to the beat."

You listened, staring into his stormy eyes as you listened to the soft thumps of your boots against the wood. 

Daa da da. Daa da da. Daa da da.

You were entirely swept up in the dance, completely forgetting where you were, the world around you slipping away until it was only you and James. You had dreamed about this once. A long time ago. Dancing with the man before you, though in your head he was clean shaven and his hair and attire were not a mess. But, you didn't mind. This… This right here was far better than any dream you could possibly have.

James couldn't help but stare, letting his eyes rake over your features as you danced with him under the moonlight. He noticed the soft freckles that dotted your nose, and the way your lashes danced upon the apples of your cheeks. The nervousness you had felt and he had seen seemed to wash away, as you let yourself relax and smile. Breathtaking. He thought. Incredibly so.

You both slowed to a stop, your breathing only being slightly altered as you stared into his eyes. You felt so overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with the happiness and love you felt for James. 

"I haven't danced… I haven't danced since we were children." You confessed, voice only slightly above a whisper. 

"No one to dance with?" He asked, and you softly shook your head.

"No," You began, closing your eyes. "No… I could've had plenty of dance suitors." You felt your hand tighten in his as your hand on his shoulder fiddled with the color of his old uniform. "Only none of them were you."

James stood still, shocked by your statement; feeling his face and neck flush. You both stayed frozen in the dance stance, you feeling as embarrassed as you thought was possible, and James feeling as surprised and bewildered as he ever had been. 

"And I know I can't possibly have your heart." You muttered, shaking your head as you looked down. "I had seen the way you looked at Elizabeth and I had heard of your prior engagement."

James let out a sigh, dropping your hand which sent your heart to your stomach briefly before both of his hands cupped your cheeks, his calloused thumbs brushing across your cheeks. He stared down at you, his gaze piercing as he tried to think of what to say. And you stared back, desperately wanting something… Some sort of explanation.

"It is true. I was priorly engaged to Elizabeth. But that is in the past now. Our engagement was arranged by her father." He licked his lip, "And yes, I did have affection towards her." Your heart was barely afloat. "But she was never you." He confessed, surprising you this time as you stared up at him with wide eyes. "She never snuck off with me to a garden after tea time, she never stargazed with me past curfew, and she never had my heart. You stole it the moment I meant you.."

You sucked in a breath, heart beating rapidly in your chest. "What?" You breathed. He was silent for a short while before he smiled softly at you as he lowered his hands from your face. His fingers trailed down to your jawline, the tips of his thumbs brushing your bottom lip.

"I love you." He said, bringing his forehead close to yours. "I'm sorry for the pain and confusion I've caused you."

Your eyes widened, tears pooling at the corners. He loves me? He loves me?! You thought, blinking hard as you tried to fight back your feelings, but you were unsuccessful. "You love me..?" You whispered, as he closed his eyes and leaned forward, his warm lips meeting yours.

As you kissed back, it was like nothing you'd ever experienced. It was like fire. Like fireworks. Like the wind blowing through the trees as they danced with each other, their leaves rustling in the night sky as they twirled around each other and disappeared among the stars. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him as you moved your free hand up to stroke his bread-covered cheek. You were dizzy. You were intoxicated.

The kiss broke and you pulled apart, gasping slightly for air as you continued to stare into his blue eyes. He smiled at you, as your hand wandered his cheeks, stroking his beard gently; it tickled against your palm. His arms tightened around you and you lost yourself in the blissful euphoria of the moment. There was no more pain or sorrow between you. Just joy and adoration.

"I love you, adore you, darling," James whispered, leaning forwards to press his forehead against yours again, closing his eyes as he sighed happily. "More than words can express."

A tear fell from your eye as you buried your face into his chest. His arms wrapped securely around you as he rocked you gently, his hand stroking your back soothingly. "I love you too." You whispered quietly as you closed your eyes.

The warmth radiating off of his body brought you comfort and peace. You wanted to stay there forever; with him, in his arms. He rested his head on top of yours, listening to your soft breathing as he pulled you tighter to him, his nose pressing against your head, as you smiled to yourself. You would never let go. Never again.

[intrepidacious]

☆ request guidelines

i'm going to start taking requests for seven sentence drabbles more regularly again!! i've gotten nothing but stellar prompts for these in the past but just for anyone new here i thought i'd give a quick guideline refresher:

please submit your request via my inbox and give me a small prompt (if you don't give me a specific character to go with the prompt, i'm happy to choose myself)

you're welcome to torture me by sending in a prompt that should warrant more than seven sentences

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i also reserve the right to refuse or reinterpret prompts to fit my vision 😌

☆ characters i write for

most requests i've gotten in the past were for steve and bucky and while i obviously love writing both of them, they're not the only characters i'm willing to write for!! feel free to send in anyone from this list:

andy barber [defending jacob]

bucky barnes [mcu]

curtis everett [snowpiercer]

eddie munson [stranger things]

frank adler [gifted]

geralt of rivia [the witcher]

james norrington [pirates of the caribbean]

johnny storm [fantastic four]

natasha romanoff [mcu]

nick fowler [the 355]

ransom drysdale [knives out]

sam wilson [mcu]

steve harrington [stranger things]

steve rogers [mcu]

wanda maximoff [mcu]

(if your fave is not on the list, i might still write for them depending on the request!! 👀)

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Assorted Fandom Drabbles and Headcanons

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2J50e67

by ariminiria

This work is a collection of various x Reader drabbles, headcanons, and preferences, cross-posted from Tumblr. Tags will be updated as I go. Feel free to make a request!

*Please keep in mind that the first few of these were written several years ago, and my writing skills have improved since then. I hope this change shows in the later drabbles compared to the first ones!

Words: 11844, Chapters: 49/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Black Panther (2018), Iron Man (Movies), Venom (Movie 2018), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Criminal Minds (US TV), Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Merlin (TV), Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Aquaman (2018)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, T'Challa (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Pietro Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, Erik Lehnsherr, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Summers, Eddie Brock | Venom, Peter Maximoff, Clint Barton, Logan (X-Men), Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, James Norrington, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Caspian (Narnia), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Cedric Diggory, Legolas Greenleaf, Legolas, Aragorn | Estel, Aragorn, Fíli, Kíli, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Derek Morgan, Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Curry (DCU), Nine, Ninth Doctor, Ten, Tenth Doctor, Eleven, Eleventh Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Alex Summers/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Thor/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Loki/Reader, Kurt Wagner/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Scott Summers/Reader, Eddie Brock/Reader, Peter Maximoff/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Logan Howlett/Reader, Logan (X-Men)/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Billy Russo/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Jack Kline/Reader, Killian Jones/Reader, graham/reader, Sherriff Graham/Reader, Graham Humbert/Reader, Jack Sparrow/Reader, captain jack sparrow/reader, Will Turner/Reader, James Norrington/Reader, Peter Pevensie/Reader, Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Caspian/Reader, Caspian (Narnia)/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Ron Weasley/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Cedric Diggory/Reader, Legolas/Reader, Legolas Greenleaf/Reader, Aragorn | Estel/Reader, Aragorn/Reader, Fíli/Reader, Kíli/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Luke Alvez/Reader, Derek Morgan/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Merlin/Reader (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin)/Reader, Lancelot/Reader, Lancelot (Merlin)/Reader, Sherlock Holmes/Reader, Arthur Curry/Reader, Nine/Reader, Ten/Reader, Eleven/Reader, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, fuff, Fluff and Angst, make a request, request, Tumblr Prompt, prompt list, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Drabbles, Imagines, headcanons

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2J50e67

[long-cosmos-overhead]

Imagine James regretfully shooting you, a notorious pirate

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” His tears falling onto your face as he clutched your dying body closer to his.

“It’s..okay, James.” You gazed up into his tearful eyes. Pain took a deeper hold on your body each passing second. You didn’t have long left.

“Y/n, I..I love..you.” The words were drowned in sobs but it was clear enough for you. “I’ve longed...for those words...to pass your lips for so long, J..James.” Your breaths ran ridged and short. This was your time.

You drew a deep breath. “I love you, James.” Your body slipping away as a last hazy vision of James’ eyes lay heavy in your mind right ‘till the very end.

Your body went limp in his arms. “Y/n?” He whimpered but deep down he knew you were gone. “Y/n! Please, I’m so sorry.” He clutched you tighter, wishing he never pulled the trigger.