#captain hector barbossa

[kickingthepirate]

another late night idea for a potc shitpost, 2nd edition with a very underrated duo, calypso and barbossa. This is them in a nutshell to me.

meme edited by kickingthepirate - do not repost without credit

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine; When you see Barbossa back from the dead, you cant bring yourself to care anymore the affair was supposed to be a secret one. And neither can he.

You were devastated about Jack's death. You were a part of his crew, and then you were Barbossa'a first mate- you knew them both for a long time and, despite the way you betrayed Jack when you stayed with Barbossa (Hey, you're a pirate. And he was holding all the cards! Besides, Jack didn't hold anything against you after you shared rum with him. "Always knew you were in love with the blaggard, anyway." "Jack, I swear to god, I will take that rum back- "), it broke your black heart to see them both go. Barbossa, shot by Jack- then Jack.

You were drowning your feelings with a mug of whatever the witch gave you when you saw him come down the stairs. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened- then you beamed and jumped off your seat.

Your feet had crossed the room with you before you'd even decided to do such a thing, or thought about the repercussions if you did. Your arms fly around him and he holds you up safe on the stairs with an around your waist sealing you to him; face buried in his neck, where you could feel him, smell him, see him. Where you can be assured he's real.

"It's alright, lass, I'm back." That familiar harsh voice whispers reassurances to you in your ear and almost makes you weak, it's been too long.

"What happened?? How- "

"Shhhh, doesnt matter, doesnt matter. I got ye."

"Missed you."

Without opening your eyes, you felt his grip get tighter on you and his cheek press to your head for a moment. "Oh, I missed ye too, lass."

... it takes all of 5 seconds then for Barbossa to come to his senses and bark a stream of nastiness at the onlookers, likely gawping at their living captain and his ex-first mate clung onto him like they're a couple of lovers. But he doesnt let go of you; he's gonna have trouble with that for a while, now.

[lenalenbbb]

rewatched potc with my sibling again

got obsessed with these two ex-husbands

again

[discordsmuse]

Good Things on the Horizon by @mellounir

Barbossa x Smyth

I ADORE this commission so so much. Worth every penny. Please take your business their way, all of their work is so beautiful. They really brought my oc to life 🥺🥺

Thank you SO much!!

[drachenxfutter]

@brimstoneandstardust It's pirate season 😂😆

[hehelenb]

I'M SORRY I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM

[wroogymoony]

A question for pirate fellas

How many of you ship these two dumbasses? Cause I'm into that shit.

[kyuoki]

Barbossa piece inspired by one of Arnold Böcklin's paintings.

[hellomagicalsouls]

also the whole fight about who the pearl belongs to absolutely pleases me to no end when it is literally jack's. like my guy sold his soul to the tentacle man and you're saying it's yours?? I'd shoot him too

but he's a dedicated soul and we love hector for it xoxo

[pedroam-bang]

Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World’s End (2007)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Capt. Hector Barbossa x Sleepy!Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: How can it be that you're in love with the same man that still appears to you in your worst nightmares? // How can it be that he's all 'soft and gooey' about a girl he tried to kill? // Its amazing how things change.

Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of past threatening behaviour, like one (tasteful) sexual reference.

You wake up with a gasp, hand gripping your chest, and sitting up stock-straight. The images from your dreams, the same old nightmares as always, remain seared into the forefront of your mind. The feeling of grimy fingers digging into your skin, dragging you in the dark. Cruel blue eyes searing into your soul and the sound of a barking laugh in your ears. Utter terror pumping through your veins, turning your blood cold as ice. That terrible night when He was still searching for Will Turner, and you just got caught up in the awful crossfires.

... it's the same old thing. Despite all that's happened, all the time that's passed and all that's changed. You still have nightmares about Hector that leave you shaking; it might be laughable, if you could breathe in the seconds after you wake up.

As soon as you can breath again, you slip out of your bunk, between the rest of the crew still snoring and muttering in their uninterrupted sleep. The fresh air takes your breath away again as soon as you reach the deck, but in a refreshing way. You close your eyes for a moment and smell the sea on the air, then keep moving further inwards. When you get far enough from the stairs, you can peer up and see if he's still steering. He is; both hands on the wheel, stood tall like he was born to be stood there keeping watch of the ocean and stars.

Doesn't even look tired at the late hour.

With that confirmation, you cross your arms over your chest and start up the second flight of stairs, towards the upper deck.

"What areye doing awake? Toldya to get some sleep, didnt I?" Hector doesnt even glance away from the distance when he acknowledges you. He probably knows you by your footsteps.

Sucking in another deep breath, you reach the top of the stairs and approach the captain; shaking your head. "Yes, sir. But no... Nightmare again."

His eyes flicker off course towards you for a second, awkward, before lookin back. "... Ah."

With a weak smirk, you nod, stepping right up to the tall, scary-looking pirate captain with his big hat and his nightmare scowl. "It's okay." You whisper, having your sleepy body guided against the wheel by him, when he takes one hand off just long enough to drag you gently between him and it. Then cage you in. Heavily, you draw your arms one at a time over his shoulders, feeling exhausted from a long day on the water and lack of good sleep. No doubt your body will hate you in the morning, if it isn't already the morning. But also- its not all too often that you get Hector all to yourself. "... I can think of a few ways, that you can make it up to me."

The grin that crawls across his lips is downright fowl; nasty and greedy, pirate to the bone. You must be really fucked up these days that you like that now.

"... Oh?" He asks- still watching the stars instead of you. And he knows damn well what he's doing; that it drives you a little crazy when he pretends not to pay attention.

"Mhm... "

"Well, you better spell it out for a simple old pirate, miss. I'm not all there, y'see."

A sneaky grin slips across your lips in the dark. A cheeky little laugh. "Oh, I'm sure you'll soldier through." It's moments like these, light hearted and comfortable, that remind you why you chose this. Why you couldn't go back and be a bakers wife somewhere after your adventure. You'd never get this with a baker.

And yes, you want to be silly and filthy-minded always. Even dangerous.

So yes, you picked your monster. And you would do it again, you'd take that Terrible Night and the occasional nightmare about it, every single time; if it meant you got to be free.

"Aye, I suppose so."

"... I'll take an IOU." You tell him, yawning, but trying to sound gracious. It makes him chuckle.

"Sure, lass."

You lapse into comfortable silence together, then. Hector watches the ocean move, looking like stoic chaos himself there with his wild eyes and his rootedness to the spot, moving only with the sway of the ship- you watch him for a few moments, the thick scar under his eye, the way his face sits in a seemingly perpetual scowl- appreciating the view. His eyes are bluer since that dreadful night and the curse broke, not so yellow in the whites anymore. He's less pale, too, more healthy looking. And his breath no longer smells like rot, rather like the mint leaves he chews since you returned to the ship, which is nice. He almost does not resemble your nightmare anymore at all. Finally, you have to close your eyes because you're so tired. Rest your forehead on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into the leather belt tied there, and try to fight sleep.

"... why dontcha take a nap in the captains cabin tonight, Y/N, hm?" When his voice wakes you up from the doze you'd fallen victim to, you lift your forehead again and squint at him; noticing he's actually looking at you now. The tiniest sign of softness in his tough face.

"... the crew will talk... " You sigh, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. Maybe you should go back for a few more hours of sleep... though you don't know how you'll make it back to your cot. The only thing keeping you up on your feet right now is the wheel, and Hector.

"Pft." Hector rolls his eyes into the back of his skull, all-dramatic. Since when does he care about that? "That be but an insignificant detail." He does a double take when your sleep-heavy eyes fall closed again, your hands on his arms keeping steady, struggling to remain awake at all. Gives a frustrated sigh at you. "Thats enough."

"Hm?" You ask, unable to lift your eyes open again.

When suddenly there are gloved hands on your shoulders whipping you around, aiming you somewhere in the darkness, you give a yelp. What!- oh.

"Careful of the steps, lass."

"Mmhm," You give a confirming hum; actual words missing from you now, you're so tired. Still, you manage to crack your eyes open just for the stairs, a hand finding the rail and tracing down, then close your eyes again at the bottom like relief and let Hector guide you the rest of the way to his quarters.

He stops you at the door, the back of your shirt caught in between his fingers, and you let him lean around you and throw the door open. You miss his warmth when he returns behind you. "Walk. G'head." Then just a few more heavy steps and he nudges you, non-too-gently, towards the bed. Nicest bed on the ship (You'd know.). These days, Hector has a taste for all things Comfort; rugs of Egyptian cotton stolen from the Mediterranean sea and sheets of French silk. Could you blame him??

Eagerly, you blindly feel your way to the top and crawl under the covers. You're overcome with cosiness and sleep, but you can't help the grin when you feel an extra blanket from the end of the bed thrown over your body. It might be too much on land, but you can never be too warm on the sea. Not that anyone else on the seven seas, or on any land, get the same consideration from Captain Barbossa as you do.

"G'night." You sigh, curling up into the pillows. He pauses, then makes up his mind and lands a kiss on your head.

~

"Night, lass." Hector gives your hip a pat and a tight squeeze, before disappearing from the room- back to his place at the wheel. As soon as he's back out on deck, the fresh air and a spray of seawater cooling him back to the bone, he shakes his head at himself. "... Christ." He may be a simple old pirate, but he's smart enough to know when he's done for. You ensnared him, somehow, with your pretty eyes and your warm touch, and there's not any getting out of this one.

[crazy-meringue]

This gif can literally be heard. How Hector clicks his tongue, sighs and growls irritably

[discordsmuse]

OMG WOAH!!! Back to pirates. Sorry 2 my Sinners readers, we will be back on that soon.

Adoration as Reassurance : READ HERE

[Barbossa is a little insecure about his age—and that of his young partner. Not that he'll talk about it. Thankfully, she's there to give him a little reassurance.]

This one is for Angel, who gifted me such lovely art.

Thank you, @angymonzon 💖💖

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 22nd Anniversary, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl!

[hehelenb]

rewatching "Pirates of the Caribbean" and damn Jack and Barbossa act like a divorced couple all the time help-

((i love them so much))