#sparrow is one of those crazy people who prefers to be hot rather than cold. couldn't be me

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🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

🌹 [ROSE] Does your OC believe in true love? Why?

🍁 [MAPLE LEAF] What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it?

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

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🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

Sparrow haaaaates drama. At best it can be a mildly interesting story or a piece of information to be used; at worst it's a catalyst for something emotionally revealing, draws unnecessary attention to herself, or both. She'll avoid it if possible, going for diplomatic or placating options to discord, or will work to mediate issues that seem to be exploding into something worse if it is involving people close to her.

🌹 [ROSE] Does your OC believe in true love? Why?

Yes! Sparrow's always believed in true love--not necessarily like 'one true love,' or soulmates, but she has always believed in and wanted another person or people that she loves without reserve. To Sparrow, love guides and provides purpose and joy; true love is love that endures and provides through all hardships. True love stays.

If asked why she believes in it, there's not going to be an actual piece in her life she can point to. She can't say she's ever felt true love before the events of the Fifth Crusade--certainly, nothing she's ever loved has stayed or endured for her. Maybe it's just that she wants something like that so desperately that she can't help but believe in it, despite everything in her life telling her that all things are ephemeral. It's one of the reasons she takes a risk in Daeran and opens up to him; she senses that he is looking for the same thing.

🍁 [MAPLE LEAF] What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it?

Sparrow's favorite season is summer! Like many other things it stems from her childhood--Dehrukani's climate is very tropical and even during winter seasons is very temperate. Weather so much further north is very different, but summer is when it gets closest to what she remembers. Sparrow loves long, sunny days, the plants that grow and bloom, the festivals that occur in the summer months, the fact that people are more likely to travel and bring with them new stories and experiences...everything seems brighter during the summer.

While Sparrow spends spring and autumn seasons primarily in Drezen, during the winter and summer months she's more likely to either be in Heaven's Edge or traveling. Summer is when she and Daeran are most likely to be somewhere that is not Mendev, unless something important has demanded Sparrow's attention. Sparrow is happy doing anything as long as she's doing it with Daeran, but she's partial to locales that take her to beaches and on bodies of water.

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

Hmmm. In-universe, Sparrow is seen as cold, dour, prudish, rule-abiding--quiet, and ultimately uninteresting to most. Many interpret her reserved nature as either snobbishness or a desire to isolate herself, neither of which are true. She only willingly shows her sense of humor, playful nature, and passion to those she is very close to, so many don't believe that side to her exists. I think all of her companions end up around her long enough to see the different sides of her, as well as a few of the people in Drezen she works with closely...but to the rest of the Crusade, and to the world after, Sparrow is the kind of person people would say has never laughed in her life.

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A/N: Three anon requests. I skipped the plot of DMTNT because… well, I mean we all know what happened, right? Have fun!

Words: 1926 Warnings: implied smut, Will Turner!twin sister reader

You had been watching him for days—drinking rum, screwing prostitutes and stealing money, Captain Jack Sparrow was a typical pirate in the heart of Tortuga. He had let his guard down—well, maybe he was just too drunk, anyway.

Clutching your sword tightly, you smirked and slightly shook your head as you watched him stumble over a chair and then grin at one of the waitresses. He was lucky he was so charming. You almost felt sorry for what you were about to do.

Usually, only two men stayed on the Pearl to protect and guard it. There was Gibbs, you knew, his first mate and Marty, that small man most people never paid any attention to. It would be easy to overpower them, you were armed with the element of surprise, after all. Besides, you had no intention to kill them. You were a pirate, not a murderer and now, you were finally going to acquire a ship. The most legendary ship of them all.

Revelling in the dark, you hurried down the pier until you reached the landing plank of the ship. Your footsteps were all but mute when you climbed on deck and quietly drew your sword, your eyes scanning your surroundings. Gibbs had extinguished all the lights but the moon was your ally. You spotted him near the steering wheel, apparently talking or singing to a bottle of rum. You rolled your eyes.

This was going to be so easy.

Marty was probably downstairs, snoring in a hanging mat. There was an option to simply kidnap him and depart with him still on board—and then force him to work for you instead. On the other hand though, you had always preferred plotting alone. In a world like this, you had no room for allies—or so you thought.

Gibbs had no idea what was happening to him when you crept up behind him and forcefully brought the pommel of your sword against his head. He dropped, unconscious, to the ground, the rum spilling on the floor boards. Triumphantly, you reached for the steering wheel and gently stroked it like a cherished animal.

Now, you only had to make sure to drop him and Marty off at the harbour and—

“Going somewhere, luv?”

Your blood ran cold when you heard a voice behind you. It sounded way too familiar. A little tipsy maybe but at the very same time dangerously vigilant. Without a doubt, this was Jack Sparrow himself. He was amused, you could tell when you turned around and hurled out to dispose of him but the Captain was faster. Drawing his own sword in but a heartbeat, he blocked your stroke and pushed you back so firmly you lost balance and fell to the ground.

Jack kicked away your sword before you even stood a chance of picking it up again. When you looked up at him in shock, however, expecting him to impale you with the blade for invading his ship and attacking his crew, you blinked, completely taken aback by his odd reaction. He was grinning. A few golden teeth were shining in the pale moonlight, his dark eyes, complimented by dark coal, amused.

“Now what have you done to me first mate?” He slurred, tilting his head ever so slightly. “That’s not a very ladylike thing to do, is it, Marty?”

Shit. You should have knocked him out first. Had he alarmed Jack when you arrived on board? Or was it a lucky coincidence? You hoped for the latter. You had planned this for days.

“What does it look like, you bugger? I’m trying… I’m taking over your ship.”

You realised your mistake now. This was Captain Jack Sparrow, after all.

“Alone, luv?”

“What makes you think I’m alone?” You mused.

For a second, his eyes wandered restlessly through the dark. Of course he wouldn’t believe you. Only a few seconds later, his cheeky grin returned.

“What’s your name?”

Was giving him your real name a good idea? What was he going to do with it anyway?

“(Y/N). (Y/N) Turner.”

The pirate tensed. “Are you related to a Will Turner by any chance?”

“He is my twin brother.”

Jack’s upper lip twitched, clearly displeased by the turn of events. “You don’t look like him.”

Shrugging, you got back up on your feet but left the sword on the ground. Jack would only overpower you again.

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen him in years.”

You had heard the stories of course. How Will had ended up teaming up with Jack to save his beloved Elizabeth, how they had fought Davy Jones and Cutler Beckett. The last message that had reached you was that his wife was now pregnant. Will must still be thinking you were dead. You had never made it close enough to him to prove him wrong—instead, you had lived up to your father and become a pirate yourself.

“That’s a really sad story, really but you see, luv, you’ve still tried and seize me ship.”

What could you offer him to let you live? If you distracted him long enough, you might be able to escape. You did not possess any jewellery, neither was your sword precious in any way… on the other hand, Jack Sparrow did not seem like a pirate who would cruelly murder a woman, even if she attempted to steal his most prized possession.

“If you wanted to sail on the Black Pearl, you should have just told me, luv. Undock!” He ordered sternly then, grinning one last time before turning his back to you. You had never noticed the whole crew had come on board when he caught you. This was embarrassing. How had he distracted you this much?

Hang on… undock? You were still on deck!

“Wait… what…?”

“Frankly, you don’t look like a woman who would cook for the crew. Why don’t you help Marty over here to pull in the landing plank?” Jack smiled smugly. “Welcome on board, Miss Turner!”

A man on Tortuga had once told you that he would never manage to spend more than a whole day in the company of the infamous Jack Sparrow—he called you a witch for putting up with him for almost ten years and when you told the cheeky Captain, he chuckled in an amused manner, pulled you close and greedily pressed his lips against yours.

The reason he had recruited you that night you had tried to take over his ship was, so he had admitted a few months later, that you had fascinated him. You possessed the same charm as your twin brother, apparently but were by far not as annoying and self-righteous as Will was. Bold comments had turned into playful remarks, which had turned into flirty innuendos until one day, you woke up in the captain’s cabin—naked.

You had never deemed it possible for Jack to fall in love with a woman. He had lost his heart to the sea and this wonderful ship years before you stepped into his life and yet, here you were. Ten years later, known as Jack Sparrow’s notorious broad. You quite enjoyed the life you had now. Being married to the most famous pirate of the Caribbean was something to be proud of, after all.

“Have you seen me rum, luv?”

It was one of those lazy days on which nothing and absolutely nothing happened. About a week ago, you pad picked up this young boy named Henry who claimed to know how to break the curse resting on the Dutchman and its crew, which you highly doubted. You had long made your peace with never being able to meet your twin brother again—only Henry did not know you were his aunt. You had tried, several times already, to engage the topic but every single time, Jack had interrupted—not on purpose, of course, you knew him well enough by now.

“Maybe,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders in the process.

Taken aback, Jack looked at you. “Maybe?”

“Maybe I drank it. Maybe I threw it over board because you definitely drink too much. Or maybe I just hid it.”

“You’re an evil woman, luv.”

“Given I am your woman, I take that as a compliment.”

The pirate grinned, lust and excitement sparkling in his chocolate brown eyes.

“I want me rum, luv.”

Shrugging once more, you stood and leaned against the stirring wheel. “I want a wedding ring. Life is not fair.” Wedding rings were rather uncommon among pirates. He could have stolen one, of course, but thus far, you had never had time to think of such traditions when Jack constantly managed to have an entire government chasing after him in literally every city you visited.

You surprised him by bolting away from him, giggling playfully in the process. You were fairly skilled when it came to escaping by now—something you had automatically acquired after marrying this crazy man. Jack knew exactly what he was in for as soon as he caught you. So you headed straight for the captain’s cabin, jumped over ropes and climbed over a canon before he outran you and wrapped his strong arm around your waist.

Shrieking in defeat, you wriggled around in his grip, pretending to try and get away when in reality, you only wished for him to finally kiss you.

“Where’s me rum?” He asked again. Now, he did attempt to sound threatening. But it only made you laugh harder when he heaved you up and threw you over his shoulder, his bare hand connecting with your bum. You screamed once more. In less than a minute, the two of you would be fucking like rabbits.

“Jack! Look! Look what we found!” Or maybe not. Your nephew really was a pain in the arse.

“Will! It’s so good to see you, mate.” Jack’s smug grin widened when he spotted the former captain of the Dutchman approaching with his wife Elizabeth, finally reunited after ten years. Henry was with them—he was proud of what he had accomplished, even if without Jack and you, he never would have made it. Come to think of it…

“Jack. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. How is—“ He paused. How is (Y/N)? Is this what he had wanted to ask? It took you mere seconds to throw yourself into his arms and hug him tightly, hot tears streaming down your face freely. Having a brother and seeing him again after years was one thing—having a twin brother and having believed you would never see him again was entirely another.

“Don’t you think you should tell me wife now why sweet Elizabeth here never told your offspring he has an auntie?” Jack tossed in reproachfully. Elizabeth blushed.

“Hang on a second… (Y/N) is my aunt?” Henry gasped, which made Jack grin once more.

“Which makes me your uncle, kid.”

“I presume that this is the reason she never told him.” Will explained. He had a point—but what did it matter now? You were all back together and soon, Jack and you would be gone sailing across the seven seas again. You might as well enjoy the time you got to spend with your twin brother now and finally get to know your nephew and his mother a little better and then maybe at some point, you’d manage to convince Jack to have a child too.

Your gaze wandered over to Elizabeth’s finger. Or for him to finally get you that bloody wedding ring.

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