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[mypookiebeardavyjones]

YN: “Sailor man!” ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞

“You really turn me on!”

Davy: “Argh!”

YN: “Now the guys are gone! Come let’s get it on! Girls like me- are *really* hard to find! So if you go *I’ll kick your heiny!” (˵ᵕ̴᷄ ˶̫ ˶ᵕ̴᷅˵)

Davy: “Sailing, sailing, jumping off the railing! Drinking, drinking, till the ship is sinking!”

“Gambling, stealing, lots of *sex appealing*!”

According to them.

YN: “Come let’s sing the sailor song!” (〃^∇^)ﾉ

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

can i ask for davy jones x guitar playing reader

Jones was not a musically gifted or spirited man before his curse, his playing of the organ came about after it.

A skill he honed to cope with his sorrows and troubles…

Akin to you, who made a guitar from the scraps among the ship. To cope with the struggles and turmoil of being present here.

When the Captain found out, his heartless wrench self wanted to take that damned and blasted guitar away from you when he found you strumming away at nights when the crew was at rest.

He was tempted to but when he crept behind you about to berate you with a jeer, he heard the anger and betrayal, the spite in your song, something he resonated with as the tune of his organ played in his head.

…

He let you keep it without saying a word.

After a while, if you two ever become snugged up and appreciating of each other in a romantic sense.

You and him would play songs together, making music in some way. Even though an organ and a makeshift guitar is not a traditional duo.

He would and does NOT sing, he’ll play but never expect a chirp from him.

For you, if you do, he’ll look at you in fascination that he tries to mask. His resting bitch face would slowly be a small smile. It felt odd having someone else to play with.

Because of such he’d get distracted because of you and mess up a few keys.

Especially if you play a new tune with him. It’s a rather nice experience together :)

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

The "taking requests" was from like a year ago but I'll take anything NSFW for Davy jones 👀 it's so hard to find fics for him!

(A/N) I thousand percent agree! He only has three things in / reader on A03! Minors DNI! And under the cut we go!

DAVY JONES NSFW HCS

Right off the bat, the idea of sex for him is foreign. Not as a man, but as a monster.

He is by no means a virgin, laid with many in his life albeit when his curse arose and this octopus form took hold of his body… Not much people were attracted per say.

Even learning how to pleasure himself again was a pain. His claw arm useless, whilst his other a tendril on his pointer finger.

His penis probably took form as a mixture of tentacle and simply regular… Penis. It was long, with a less noticeable tip compared to a human’s and his girth gradually increased in size.

He also has, some control of it. No where near the amount he has in his tendril beard, but he can still make it squirm.

Which, speaking of-

Intating this type of interaction with Jones requires a stronger bond, a romantic one at that perhaps and if not, a lot of booze. But pray tell you’d best be lucky, because the captain would never allow himself to be a vulnerable drunk in front of his crew.

But if you did find your way into his severed heart, his sexual attraction to you would be something he’d try to hide away.

Yet until you would make the first move during a few kisses, that turned into something more.

With hesitance from him, possibly some from you, you daringly pushed forward (with consent) and some reassuring encouragement.

His body did not have a six pack, not in the conditions of this ship no. His body was more akin to dad bod, less muscle gun show and more body.

His grip on you with his tentacled hand would have its longer tentacle finger swirling around your waist, with the human digits clawing into your skin.

The tendrils all over your upper body, caressing your chest. Slimy coats of it remaining too. Granted, every touch of him was.

…

He gives really good head.

Mind boggling, toe-curling levels of head. He’s very good at what he does, his kisses on your thighs and the feeling of his slimy tendrils wrapping around and teasing you endlessly,

As his tongue hungrily devours you with a few tendrils edging your weak spots… God, he would make you see stars with that mouth.

He knows exactly where to lick, where to please, and he will gently hold you down with his crab claw as he fingers you with his regular fingers before fucking you raw with the tentacle on his pointer.

He likes to see you eyes roll back as it’s inserted each time, he doesn’t have to do much to make you cum with it. As he watches you try to ride it, he has it squirm, before pumping deeper and deeper till it reaches the g-spot.

He is a HUGE tease

Nothing he knows you can’t handle but, but he likes taunting and teasing you so badly.

At the end of it all, he’ll give praise.

He’s more dominant, but he’ll allow you to ride him. He likes seeing you do so from his angle.

He prefers positions from behind, makes him feel in control. He likes hearing the vulgar sounds of him pounding him you raw and deep.

His favorite position, is the downward doggy.

Him inside you is an ethereal experience, he can have his cock brush against the pleasure walls in you. While also touching the g-spot, pleasurable the max.

(a/n: There’s probably more but that’s all I can think of for now! Thank you all :)!)

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

You know what my fatherless ass needs? Davy Jones hcs where he saves a child and keeps them and the kid just gets super attached to him...

He just looks like he'd be a very loving dad, not a very good dad but the kind of dad that tries his best and loves his kid and I will DIE on this hill

DAVY JONES WITH A CHILD

Since it’s a child he saved rather than had, he’d be more surprised you latched onto him as a child at all. As he already views himself as a monster.

He never has the heart, dead or alive to harm a child. No, that’s not him. There’s no entertainment in that. He would take you in rather, more so to protect you from this world. The cruel world of the living.

He’d probably be a very… Interesting dad, I imagine he’s very closed off. He’s not affectionate either, but he is very action centric.

He would teach the children morale to be what, well- what Calypso was not to him. To present for who you love even if it hurts.

Alongside is INCREDIBLY strict with his crew on how they interact with his child, hell he’d only allow Maccus to talk to you or take orders from.

In only in moments where you’re hurt or terribly scared he’ll start talking about how much he cares for you. Or how much you’ve kept him going.

His real beating heart you are

One of the rules he has, is to never play Liar’s Dice with any crew.

When you’re older, he gives you a briefing on pirates across the world and nobility to fear. Such as Cutler Beckett and Jack Sparrow.

During the time Beckett had him under his clutches, he tried hiding you as best as he could. Only keeping you in the Captain’s quarters, but when that was taken before so, he had you moved down.

One thing you had to grow used to, was the slime, barnacles, all the living micro-organisms about, everything.

Alongside poor hygiene.

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

SO GOOD :)))

Stupid Games and Stupid Prizes

A Davy Jones drabble

Requested by: @kyuoki

Note: I apologize for the very long wait, I took a break from writing for a while due to family stuff. But here you go! Hope you like it!

Prompt: #34) “Oh my god! Get off me!”

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Being the only woman onboard the Flying Dutchman was not easy, not at all.

In fact, it has becoming more of a challenge for you more and more everyday. Not only were you the only woman onboard, you were also the only living being. The Dutchman, or rather Davy Jones, had encountered you by chance, you seeing that you were stranded in the middle of the ocean and when he offered you a place onboard, you couldn’t deny it and ultimately agreed.

To say that the crew didn’t take a liking to you would be an understatement. The only one who treated you with decent respect was Bootstrap Bill, the best way to describe it would be they noticed Davy having a soft spot for you and spares you from the harsh punishments and the cruelty within him. The crew onboard looked at you as the enemy for this, they were almost envious of you and had made it their mission to make your life miserable in any way. Everyone but Bootstrap picked on you by coming up from behind, covering your eyes with their hands and would say, “Guess who?”

You were at your task, paying no mind to anyone but yourself.

You were so focused on getting your task done, which was sweeping the deck of the ship, you didn’t hear Davy’s stump as he walked up behind you. It was when Davy cleared his throat you quickly lashed out at him, mistaking him as another crew member wanting to play the stupid games again.

“Oh my god! Get off me!” you scream, turning to face whoever it was before any physical contact could be made.

Seeing it was Davy Jones, your heart leapt in your throat out of fear, fully believing you had just earned yourself a punishment.

“I’m so sorry, captain!” you quickly apologize, though he doesn’t say anything at first.

“Who did you think I was?”

You debated on lying to him, but you know just as well as everyone else that you cannot lie to Davy Jones.

After a moment of thinking of what to say, you let the confession of being disrespected by the crew roll off your tongue. Once you’ve finished telling Davy everything, he was clearly not pleased, and it takes him a moment to say anything back. Hearing what’s been going on this whole time, that you’ve been disrespected infuriated him, and he was going to do something about it.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (Y/n). It’s them who should be sorry. Matter of fact, I think that’s what I’ll go do now.”

You panicked.

You didn’t want any more trouble than what you already had with them.

“Davy, please don’t do this.”

But Davy was already a step ahead of you, now you may have believed he’s ignored your pleas and was about to go do something mad.

However, that’s not what happens when he faces the crew. You couldn’t quite catch on to every word Davy was saying to them, due to the storm that was coming in. But you picked on the last bit and it was enough to help you understand that he in fact did hear you, and understanding the meaning of what’s being said.

“If I hear any more about this going around, then there will be problems. Consider this to be your only warning.” Davy threatens, before turning back to you.

You couldn’t help but smile, as a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

~~~

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

The undead, the drowned, and the nereid 🐙🌊🐟

(A/N) i told y’all I’d post! And let me know if y’all want a part two to this!

The crew would rest for the night, as they were permitted. Albeit one other did not need to sleep and were rather fascinated still by the rain.

As the crew walked to their cabins, with the captain following behind. He glanced back to the one left behind.

He felt the rain dripping from off his hat, the salty smell in the air and the rancid smell of raw fish from the undead sea-cursed crew.

He was used to all of that, until you.

A mermaid from the depths, an enigma even to him, a man with decades upon decades of history on the sea. He recalled the tales of the sirens, those who would drag the sailors to the depths, giggling as they watched them sink.

But for you, you were no siren, you could not sing or lure. Your voice he never even heard before. It was not like you were ugly either, the beauty of you could pull in a man… But not as strong as another maiden of the sea would be.

On the boat, beauty meant naught. If anything it was a waiting game to see how long it would take for your ugliest features to come about. How long until the sea turned you into its devastating force of monstrous hell. It did not work on you oddly though.

He doubted it was fate, or you were some lucky, chosen gal. No, no, it was definitely because you were already a seafolk.

“Ay’ get in,” he spoke suddenly, his crab leg tapping the floorboard. He was not mad but his tone did not show anything to differ that.

“I don’ care if ya’ miss ya’ damned home, I cannot afford one of me’ crew be sick as a dog.” He commanded.

“The rain doesn’t make me sick,” you replied, “if it did, I wouldn’t be stuck with barnacle duty when it does.” As you definitely turned back to the ocean’s never ending pool.

He huffed, “but a sleep deprived crewmate ain’t a useful one.”

“Who says a mermaid sleeps hm?” You tilted your head, a slight playful smile on your face, “we have two eyelids yes, doesn’t make us sleepy.”

He grew annoyed and started to walk towards you, “aye, but defiance is a damned trait if ya’ wish to live here long!” His siphon huffed out air, a surprise from the smoke he usually puffs.

A look of slight shock in your eyes, your feet tapped the floor and your fins lowered.

“I could give ya’ a hellish lashing of twenty, right now for ya’ ignoring me command.”

“Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, he raised a whip to strike as you stood there. You stood, and waited, without flinching or bracing for impact.

Your eyes gave a slow blink, he looked at you, he couldn’t- it’s not like hitting a man who deserves it rather than a woman who doesn’t.

He dropped it, sighing, “ya’ be lucky ya’ a lass.”

You chuckled a bit, you leaned on the railing and gestured to him to join you in the rain.

“And you’re lucky to be a captain,” you said with a smile on your lips, “to drift through the seas forever.”

He glanced at you then the ocean, the thought of it made his core sick. He hated this life, it reminded him of his betrayal and the nausea of love.

“I’m not lucky, this is a curse for a reason.” His crab claw pinched the air. “This sea is an endless pit that drags fools to its depths.” He huffed.

“…Is that a dig at sirens?”

“Na’ no, more than just ya’ kind out there!”

He quickly turned his head to you, his tentacles swaying swiftly too. He pulled out his pipe, taking a deep inhale as he exhaled smoke through his siphon.

“Ah, well..” you thought for a moment, “it’s… It can drown you, but when you’re drowning most of the time it’s someone else’s doing. Not you.”

Jones stopped, his eyes glanced at you, he was unsure on how to respond. But it’s not that simple, he thought.

“Naïve ya’ is,” he exhaled, “my tale ain’t tha’ simple lassie.”

“Then, well, let me see…” You thought, “Poseidon owns the sea, yes?”

He slowly cocked his head, “get ta’ tha’ point.”

“I hate Poseidon, he’s the god of the sea and yet so cruel and forceful.” You scoffed, “just like his brother Zeus…”

You looked at the rain, extending a hand a few droplets were able to be controlled by you into a little bubble of a heart. You held it close to your chest, but not close enough it would pop.

“I don’t let that ruin the seas for me, because the gods will be the ones to drown you. Not the sea itself.” She nodded.

Jones was in shock, your words alongside the manipulation of water in front of his eyes. An oceanid? Perhaps a nereid? What were you? He thought. The words you spoke left an ache in his chest, where his heart once was.

He had to inhale a larger puff to deal with the emotion, as his tentacled hand wrapped over his cut out heart’s spot.

“…Ya’ need ta’ get sleep.” He walked off, he shut off and pushed you away as all the others. You spoke to him, to his pain, and guessed it easily without knowing he thought.

It felt nice.

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

I love you Emma Frost

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

guess who’s back y’all!

Been busy, a LOT of IRL stuff happened and because of that, my coping fixation kicked back up!

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

hhhh uh uh rrm hinhinguys hi -

(Ocean Man playing faintly in the distance)

Literally no one asked for this.

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

I have a couple more ideas if you’d like to hear them! ❤️

I would love for hear them! Just know I am very busy IRL, alongside trying to make a portfolio so responses and writings won’t come really quickly! Thank you though! ✨

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

Do you still take requests?

yes i do! i’ve just been a bit busy as of late!

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

Davy Jones Headcanons 🐙

(A/N) mostly fluffy! little headcanons I was supposed to post a while ago, but never did. I also added onto them-!

Dating Davy Jones is interesting…

He’s not fond of PDA

Mostly because well, the Undead Octopus captain has a reputation to uphold here!

So dates will normally be inside his quarters (as if he could go out on land to do anything anyways)

At most beyond that is you two going out looking at the beautiful ocean, at night while the crew slumbers and talking about anything really.

If you’re far into a relationship, those moments will be the ones where he tries his best to add in some words of affirmation.

With a small smile to back them

He is an insecure in a relationship admittedly, his previous had scarred his heart to the point he had to remove it so- it’s understandable

Reassurance you’re not leaving him is greatly appreciated to him lord he needs it

Physical affection in private makes him feel humane, if you touch him like a human rather than a deadly beast he’ll soften.

But also appreciate the monster-like features, the claw, the tentacle beard- it’ll make him feel more assured you’re in love with him.

He’s not too keen on nicknames, but will allow you to in private.

He steals clothes, jewels, and whatever he can find from the newly sunken ships of the deceased and hands them to you as a gift.

You might have issues with him mourning his past love, but with time, they’ll pass by and his heart will truly belong to you and you alone

Also to mention, kisses are… odd firstly you have to get used to the slime

…And the pirate breath. He’s undead, don’t expect minty fresh toothpaste smell.

At best- probably a fresh cigar smell.

In the beginning, it’s probably you who will give kisses first.

Because around you, he’s cautious with touch, very cautious. He doesn’t want to hurt you or ruin anything.

But if he’s upset, as in aggressively playing the organ. Just stand by and watch him till he’s done, then you can comfort him.

Whisper to him things like ‘I’m here for you Davy’ it’s something that he probably never received.

listen ily tia dalma but girl was NOT THERE FOR HIM 😭

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

Requests open!

I’m back but I’ve busy, hence my disappearance and also my fixation went out for a bit with POTC but it kicked back up randomly! And also, fully missing Davy Jones!

He is my number one pookie bear after all! I’ll try writing more

What I do allow!

✔️ i mostly write Davy Jones, but I can try my hand at other characters!

✔️ nsfw asks (will only be in the form of hc’s however)

✔️ descriptions, saying the reader is male, or a mermaid or etc! You get the drift-

✔️ angst, fluff, and drama? All for it

❌ anything that includes racism, ableism, transphobia, or anything harmful to others

❌ if you dislike oc x canon related content, there’s the door 👉🚪 bashing on other’s likes (unless it harms someone) is a no-no for me and others.

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

Your pain is mine

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @royisrandom

Request: Okie dokie I have a request. :) So the idea is that the reader overworks herself and gets injured pretty badly and Davy Jones helps patch her up after noticing signs of her being injured. It's nothing too special, but if you could do this that would be awesome. :3

***

When it comes to working hard, you try to keep it at a steady pace, keeping it maintained so you don’t over do it to the point of collapsing from exhaustion.

But when it comes to pleasing your captain of showing the way you’re capable of using your hands like no one else could, when others couldn’t, there was no taking breaks. Breaks don’t come until the job is done and done well in the captain’s approval before he dismisses you to get some rest. However, when it comes to Davy Jones, you don’t let yourself rest and as a result to that, you have overworked yourself as you shouldn’t have.

By now, you were to the point of collapsing from exhaustion, your body was screaming to give out on you but with you wanting to prove your strengths and capabilities to Jones, you fought back and kept scrubbing against it. One day while on the job, the task at the time was to make sure the ropes were secure and when you were to be assigned of this task, you would always have on you the same kind of gloves you would use if you were to be mountain climbing while being tethered by ropes for safety, in case you slip the ropes would catch your fall. As luck would have it, you were in a rush, wanting to get your job done right and we’ll do that Davy Jones has reason to keep you onboard the Flying Dutchman. To make things more complicated for you, Mother Nature was taking over the weather, brewing a terrible wind the soon turned into a deadly rainstorm, which produced dangerously high waves at least thirty feet.

You were in the midst of helping Bootstrap Bill, whom you considered to be a friend more than a crew mate, to keep ropes secure and you were using your bare hands. When you had first come about the Dutchman, Davy Jones had spared you, making you to be the only living being onboard. The unforgiving storm got worse with each passing minute and you were surprised that the ship hadn’t been hit by a wave until one finally did. As the giant wave had crashed against the Dutchman, it caused everyone to fall back. But it did more damage to you than anyone else; as your hands were violently ripped away from the rope you were holding onto, it left you with painful rope burns that seemed to have now implanted on both your hands. The first thought coming to mind was of how you wouldn’t be able to use your hands properly until they fully heal, but you were going to use them for more work and to be proven you were in fact, a strong person.

You were going to continue to be strong and willing to make some sacrifices if needs be. Since Davy Jones seemed to be playing the organ most of the time, you thought hiding the inflicted injury from him would be easy enough for you to do.,

However, you were wrong.

When Davy Jones had appeared to see what the commotion was about, between Bootstrap Bill and his human son, Will Turner, Davy noticed you hiding your hands in either your pockets or behind yours back. Davy didn’t think much of it at first, but as the days followed, he watched you more closely as the way your hands seemed to be almost unbearable to use for work. It was clear to Jones than that something obviously wasn’t right, that your hands were in some kind of pain.

Instead of confronting you in front of the whole crew, he orders for Bootstrap Bill to tell you that he requested your presence, you were a bit startled and anxious, thinking that you might have done something wrong and you were done for. Standing before the captain’s door, you hesitantly raise your fist and knock softly on the wooden door. Instead of Davy getting up to answer the door himself, he called for you to enter.

“Yes, captain? You wanted me” you ask a bit timidly, Davy starting to approach you.

“Let me see your hands.”

Before he even made the order, you held your hands behind your back as an attempt to keep them hidden and out of sight.

It didn’t workout. So when you refused to give him your hands, Davy, not with his crab claw, but with his more human hand, reached your arms, revealing your injured hands.

“What happened?”

“I was holding onto the ropes, trying to keep them secure during that bad rainstorm and when we got hit by that wave, my hands slipped away rather harshly.” You shyly admit.

Davy sighs before turning away for a bottle of rum, taking your hands once again before pouring the rum upon the injuries. You hissed know pain as the alcohol killed the bacteria and whatever other germs that could be lurking about long with it. Once passed that, Davy helped you bandage both hands while making a suggestion that was unlike himself.

“Maybe you should take the rest of the night and I’ll have someone to fill in your space.”

It was almost daring to refuse this idea, but you did just that, telling him that you would be fine to go back to continue amongst other things.

“With all due respect captain, but I can continue to handle myself and my work. I ask for you to believe me when I say that I’ve had much worse than rope burns. They’re almost nothing to me, if anything they’re minor injuries.”

Davy looked back at you with admiration, before nodding in agreement.

As you begin making your way back to work, Davy follows behind and finds Bootstrap Bill waiting outside for you. Davy than takes the chance to whisper an order to keep a close eye on you.

Of course, he had no choice but to obey the captain’s orders.

***

@theblogofdavyjones

Requests: Open

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @always-on-hiatus @friendlynova @marsswann @mypookiebeardavyjones

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

To Choose

Davy Jones needs to decide to give up the love he has, or the lost love he had.

It was quiet on the flying dutchman, silent it was a rare occasion really- most of its crew would be riled up playing their one and only game but… Tonight was simply not that night, exhaustion had filled them all.

Except for two, well you of course and the flying Dutchman's feared captain… Davy Jones himself.

Instead of terrifying he was laying in his quarters to himself; on rare occasions he would be all by himself without his organ.

You on the other hand were standing by his side, keeping him company in silence. You were his lover- the only person he allowed to get this close and personal with. The only person he allowed to share his quarters with.

You looked over at him with a head tilt, trying to peek at what he was reading but he quickly adjusted himself so it was out of view from you.

His crab claw took up most of the desk, so he used that to hide it from you.

At this point it was blatantly obvious what he’s hiding- well at least that’s what you thought.

“Jones… are… you-“ You timidly asked, afraid of his response as you knew talking or even suggesting about Calypso usually led to a not so friendly conversation.

“No- I ain’t-“ He turned from you even further, only confirming your theories more.

“…You’re re-reading the letters you sent to her..?”

He paused his movements, having a shudder, finally looking at you in shame. Seeing your disappointment and your sorrow from him still not moving on from her whilst having you was a misfortune to say the least.

“I- yes- Yes I am-“ He got up and turned to you, “Nowa I kno’ I kno’ this has been hurtin’ ya as it does me-“

“As it does you? Jones, I’ve been here for you through everything- I gave my soul to you, to serve you, to love you- while you’re still thinking of her still!”

He watched you talk about this, silent for a while as the fearsome man understood his faults in this.

“Everynight you play the song she gave to you, you spend so much time with the rest of her…you forget me… I- I’m sorry- I just-“ you back up, “I can’t do this anymore-“ you opened the door rushing out, looking for a place to avoid the captain.

Taking a second to realize what just happened, he realized he may lose you even if the oath of the flying dutchman is that her crew may not leave her. They can still run away from her.

Davy Jones got up from his seat quickly and as fast as he could look for you, he could not lose another love. For that his heart wherever it may be, should just be destroyed already.

He woke up some of the crew, making them help in his search for you. Searching everywhere they could, up and down they looked for you as Jones could feel his heart aching miles and miles away. Maccus his first mate, had found you looking at the sea in front of the ship.

“SHE’S HERE-'' He yelled, startling you standing as he waited for the captain. But Mo needed to wait as he came as fast as his crab leg and normal leg would take him.

Jones looked around at his crew pushing them away instantly saying-

“Leave us! And dontcha dare try to hear or else I’ll hang a dangling’ in front of a Kraken as a treat!” As soon as he said that, the crew went back to where they slept all together, wanting to avoid a deadly fate.

He turned back to you instantly and his expression softened.

“(Y/N)- please- stay- I-“ He tried to let the words out, you turned to him curious what he was gonna say. Your face still had the look of sorrow.

“I need ya’ please- ma pain lessens when you’re by me, you make me feel-“ he reached out for you with his closest to human hand trying to say not out loud that you make him feel like a real man again.

You held his hand, holding it softly…

“I love ya- don’t go…. Please.”

You looked at him feeling sad for the Captain.

“I want to help you heal, but I can’t do that if you don’t want to… You need to let go of her or we’ll both suffer like this.”

Jones looked away, sighing he knew it to be true, “But how do I ‘let go?’”

“Give back what was hers, as she was the sea- the waves will find a way to bring it to her.” You looked into his eyes as he pondered your words, thinking if he really should. Give up a lost love or make amends for the love he has now…

He felt stupid for even thinking about this, in his head, Calypso does not love him anymore. So why betray the one who does now?

“I will, for ya-“ he holds onto your hand tightly sighing to himself.

You smiled and hugged him, regardless of the rags and tears with the barnacle infestation of his jacket you just wanted to show how you love him. He hugged back, realizing maybe this might be a way to heal for both of you.

——

A/N I forgot like halfway after writing that I realized Calypso gave Davy Jones the ship, but- I was mostly talking about the music box they both had. 😭😭😭

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

hi!! i’ve just started this blog so I can write fan fanfictions mostly for Davy Jones because there’s not a lot out there!

i’ll have one up soon :))!