#jacob holland x reader

[redeyerhaenyra]

Jacob Holland NSFW Headcanons

Summary: Some nsfw headcanons for Jacob x

Warnings: Size kink, face-sitting, lactation kink, panty kink, vaginal fingering, long distance relationship, fem reader

Notes: This man has me in a vice grip, I didn't even plan for this to be so long but here we are I guess! I hope you enjoy Jacob as much as I do.

Wc: 776

•Ok to start us off with a bang, I just KNOW this man LIVES for eating pussy. He thrives off of it. It's what's gives him meaning. The only reason he gets up in the morning is to bury his face between your thighs.

•He'll always remark about how good you taste, how delicious you are. The man is a messy eater. His favourite food is your pussy!!!! Not even kidding.

•Also faceriding! He's definitely got the nose for it, if you know what I mean. He'll cum from you whining, and grinding onto his face alone. Wetting his sideburns with your slick- he loves it though, he'll be moaning along with you.

•Sometimes, before he goes off on another voyage, he'll steal some of your underwear so he can nibble on it, and smell it whilst he jacks off. He almost can't get off without the taste or smell of your cunny now. Poor boy misses you so much :(

•But when he does return, oh boy, prepare yourself.

•He will actively not touch himself for a few days when the Inevitable is on it's way back home, all for you of course ;)

•For the most part, it's fine, until he sets eyes on you. Where before, Jacob used to go straight to the tavern after returning to shore, now, he goes straight to you. It's become something of a joke among the crew of the Inevitable; Jacob rushing over to you, waiting for him at the docks. He's so strong, he picks you up and spins you around, and kisses you. It's all very romantic until you feel his bulge against your stomach, and he's ushering you back to your home.

•Safe to say as soon as you get in he's flipping up your skirt and pressing his wonderfully thick, calloused fingers inside you. He's quick to find your clit with his other hand, and holds you tight to his chest as you writhe about in pleasure.

•You're always expecting this, so by the time he's even set foot on land you're already wet enough for him. He just likes to make sure though :)

•Poor guy is so desperate, he'll apologise to you when he, without warning, shoves his cock deep inside you. It's thick aswell, the girth always gives you that perfect stretch.

•On that note. Jacob is VOCAL. He'll do anything from low grunting to full, loud moaning. He talks aswell, though half the time he's too pussydrunk to form actual coherent sentences.

•It'll mainly be things like "Oh, lass, so beautiful, so beautiful," or other such praises about how well your taking him, how much he loves you, how good you are to him mumbled against your skin.

•He is such a good boy, he'd genuinely do anything for you. Jacob's stamina varies on how long you two have been apart, but everytime he puts you through a rough time.

•Jacob forgets his own strength alot of the time, so he doesn't realise how forceful his thrusts are, and often times he can't control himself. You just squeeze him so perfectly.

•He definitely has a breeding kink. He'll NEVER admit it though, but something about pumping you full of him cum, getting you pregnant, is just just incredibly attractive to him.

•If at all you do get pregnant, he'll become affixed with your breasts. Don't get me wrong, he gave them plenty attention before, but now he's just... positively obsessed.

•There won't be a moment when you're alone that he doesn't have his hands on your tits. Simply pawing at them with his big hands, or absentmindedly circling your nipples. Even before being pregnant he was handsy- sometimes not even in a sexual way, a hand on the small of your back or around your shoulders, he just likes making sure you're near. He'll even sometimes just pull you into his lap and it will be totally wholesome.

•Lactation kink! Lactation kink. It comes with the Breeding King. It gets him so, unbelievably hard to suck and gently nipple of your tits and have sweet milk come out, he's not even sure why.

•There are other times his manhandling isn't wholesome though. He likes to pull you down on his thigh extra hard, so you definitely feel his strong thighs flexing against your cunt.

•Can't forget to mention he's the KING of aftercare. The absolute best at cuddles, and getting you some water, or drawing you a bath.

•And hours after you both fall asleep, you curled up against his chest, him with his arms wrapped comfortably around you, he'll get the WORST case of morning wood. And so the cycle continues.

[lilacsandamethysts]

Me: I'm bored, let's watch the sea beast.

Me, 10 minutes in:

....

*looks for fan fics*

*finds nothing*

Me: fine, I'll do it myself

[satanwritesmythirstposts]

Okay but...here me out-

[kkeidawrites]

Hi I was wondering if I could make a request for Jacob holland with a fem reader of waking up and seeing a soft sleepy Jacob just soft fluffy stuff if that makes sense :)

Thank you have a good day <3

The warm rays slowly prickled beams through the glass of the window, creating a little rainbow on the white laced night shirt. The rays wakes up the sleeping figure, a deep sigh leaving their lips as they sit up to rest on their left hip. Stretching, Y/n looks down at the sleeping man laid by her hip.

Jacob’s right arm was holding half of her left hip and the other hidden under his pillow as he slept on his stomach. He did snore, that was true, Y/n was surprised that Maisie didn’t come in the middle of the night and hit him over the head with her pillow as she usually would.

It would be a funny exchange every time he would snore too loud at night. Maisie still half asleep, would pop him with her only pillow say some incoherent words about him being too loud then trudge back to her bed to get some sleep.

His hair was ruffled a bit as he snoozed away. Y/n carded a hand through his soft hair and Jacob slowly opened an eye to stare up at Y/n with a sleepy, confused gaze. He begins rubbing her left thigh, a tired sigh leaving his nose.

“Mornin’.” He greeted still half asleep. Y/n leans down to kiss his cheek, whispering a morning greeting as well.

“Long night?” Y/n asked and Jacob slowly moves over to lay on his side and looked up at the woman with a slight grimace. He had hurt his side a bit the day before and it certainly smarted to the next morning.

“Real long, lass. And my side still hurts a bit from yesterday.” He tells her and Y/n rubs his side in some comfort to him.

“I’m sorry, Jacob. I’ll help you put some salve on your sore, but first we need to get breakfast going.” He groans tiredly and pulls Y/n closer so, that his face was cuddled close into her stomach.

Kissing his head again, Y/n rubs his forehead, feeling the stress in his temples.

“You have to take it easy more often, love.” Jacob hums in agreement and buries his head deeper into her stomach.

“I love you.” Jacob says and Y/n smiles rubbing his bare back kissing his head again.

“I love you too.” She lifts up his head to face her and Y/n leans down kissing his lips, then pecking them a couple of times.

Jacob lies his head on her knees, his arms wrapped around her waist now and sighing quietly.

“Shall we sleep in?” Y/n suggests.

“Hell yes. We’ll have breakfast in the afternoon.” He says already falling back to sleep and Y/n chuckles.

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I hope this was good!

[crystal-multifandom-now]

The Hunter's pleasure, A Jacob Holland x Reader Smut

Author's Note: For 18+ only.

Disclaimer: This is an attempted “smut” fanfic story so this might be a different kind of Jacob Holland from the movie but still about Jacob Holland. Yeah.

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Another day at the sea, another hunt to take.

Live a great life. Die a great death.

That's what you read in the book about the Inevitable and that's what you hear from one of Jacob's speeches as he tries to lift his crewmates' spirits.

But it doesn't mean you have to be reckless on your life too, you thought as you think about the times that Jacob would come to your cabin to help with his wounds if the physician was too occupied to treat the other crew.

You'd sigh and give him sarcastic comments as you probe his entire upper body for signs of wounds.

You'd blush at the sight of him undressing his dirty white shirt and admire his build. You'd try to control every inch of your being from giving away your expression of like and lust towards him. You'd control your thoughts as you touch his skin, carefully not trying to be seductive with your touch. You'd try to stop the urge from kissing him when your faces get close to each other.

That was it. You tried. You controlled yourself until he leaves the room and gives you a long look, tries to say something but didn't continue on, and just showed a smile of gratitude as he left and closed your door. You weren't certain what he wanted to say nor the meaning of his long look but you were certain, in a way, by looking at his eye that he doesn't want to leave yet.

That was the last time he tried to ask for your help in sewing him up. Since then. the physician became less busy as the crew seemed to improve with their hunting skills too. There were becoming fewer injuries to tend to. It was relieving but you also missed those moments where you and Jacob can be alone and him being half naked.

You plumped down from the edge of your bed, covering your face with both of your hands, and heaved a sigh as if you'd like to stop your thoughts out of frustration. Then suddenly you heard a knock on your cabin door then it opened and in came Jacob Holland.

Bollocks. Why is he as dashing and handsome as ever? you thought out of frustration.

"What now, Jacob?"

"Was hoping you could help stitch this up?"

Jacob pointed to his bleeding left forehead.

"It stings."

"Oh, and you want to cry on my lap?" you teased sarcastically as always and as always Jacob would smirk and chuckle it off then comes to you slowly, waiting for your instructions.

You crossed your arms and squint your eyes out of suspicion.

"Shouldn't you go to the physician? I know he's not as busy as the past hunts were."

He looks to his side, avoiding your gaze.

"Well, I thought this was a great excuse to come visit you privately."

"Whatever you mean by that, Jacob?"

"I..." Jacob couldn't continue.

"Save your words for later, your wound's bleed'n fast. Sit on the chair."

He sits on the chair you pointed at. You prepared your tools and approach him.

This time you don't get to see him half naked, it was only a forehead wound but you were still glad to see him again in a private matter.

You touch his chin, trying to raise his head up and to the side so you can see his wound clearly. It was quite a long tear but it's manageable for you to sew. You tried to position yourself well in front of him so you could stitch him properly but you also felt uncomfortable in the distance your arms has to stretch. You tried to stand on his left side and it was still uncomfortable since you use your right hand to do the stitching.

"Having trouble, love?"

"I- aye, admittingly. It's my first trying to stitch up someone's forehead. That's why I insist you going to the physician."

"Not to worry, love. Best to finish what you started. Why don't you try sitting here, if it's okay with you?"

Jacob patted his right muscly lap as he makes his suggestion.

You stared at his lap then to his eyes and gulped.

Control. Control. Control yourself. you warned to yourself.

"Don't mind if I do, otherwise, no one else is gonna stitch it up for you," you said with a teasing tone.

Jacob chuckled and help guide your body to properly sit on his lap.

You felt something inside you stir up as he tries to hold your waist but it quickly disappeared as he let go of his hold. You felt quite disappointed at the moment but then you turn your focus back on his forehead wound and stitch it up since it was comfortable enough to sew already.

As you do your job, you can't help but feel that Jacob is staring at you. You'd somehow steal some few glances on his face as well then to his lips. Oh how much you yearn to kiss those.

You try to finish your stitching as fast as you can so you can get away from him immediately and as you did then cover his wound with a bandage...

"You're beautiful."

You look at him, intensely. His handsome face was lustrously lit by the light of the lamp. His eyes lustily look at you and then to your lips.

"Jacob..." you whispered his name as his face gets closer to yours.

"Y/N, love." Jacob whispers as he starts to close his eyes. His lips closes into yours.

He kissed you passionately, giving you time, but you gave in and hungrily kiss him. Feeling his lips, mouth, his tongue. You caressed the back of his head and pull him even more closer to you to kiss you hungrily than in a passionate way.

You didn't want him to give you time. You want to relieve your control towards him. You want him to feel you, consume you.

Your kisses of hunger, love, and lust continued on until both of you stand and move to your bed.

He takes his shirt off, revealing his beautiful build with scars. Scars you want to caress and kiss as if it can help ease the pain away. But you just touched his chest, seductively caressing it up and down, and stared at his eyes with love and lust.

Jacob kissed you immediately, consuming you, caressing your shoulders to your chest then to your hips. He moves his lips down to your neck, kissing and licking it making you feel more aroused.

You didn't expect him to be this good and hungrily intimate for you.

Jacob then lifts up your shirt, revealing your breasts to him.

"Truly beautiful, Y/N." Jacob huskily whispers as he immediately kisses you after admiring the sight of you being half naked.

He lays you down carefully on your bed and continues to kiss you on your lips, seductively down to your neck, then to your breast gently caressing and licking your nipples. Making you moan for his name.

"Jacob."

He continued down to your belly and seductively took of your trousers, eyes lustfully staring at you and seductively smirking as he successfully removes all the clothes covering your whole body.

You were fully naked for Jacob to see now and he loved every inch of your sight.

Both of your breaths were heavy to hear and you couldn't think straight because of the pleasure you felt.

"My turn, love." Jacob huskily remarked.

You look at him straight in the eye and listened intently as he talks and kisses at the same time on your inner thighs.

"My turn to see you naked. My turn to touch your skin. My turn to lose control."

"Jacob" you moaned as you arch your back on the pleasure of his kisses.

“Aye, love.” Jacob huskily whispers as his breath tickles your clit. He licks it and moves his way down letting his nose tease your clit and his tongue pleasuring you on the inside.

He looks at you as he does it and smirks as he sees your pleasurable expression. Of course, his intention was to bring you pleasure and he'll do so without stopping.

He goes on with it. Licking, kissing, mouthing you whole. On and on and on with gentleness, hunger, and passion. Hearing you moan, saying his name, grabbing his hair, and moving your hips with the momentum of his mouth would only motivate Jacob Holland to do it more and fast.

“Jacob. Jacob I’m goin to- “

Hearing that didn’t make Jacob stop what he was doing because he wants you to feel it. Feeling the pleasure till the end.

You’re nearing to your orgasm as he goes on and on until you finally reach it, moaning even louder and shouting his name louder.

Jacob gave a final lick and kiss to your pussy then reached to your lips and gave a passionate kiss.

“You were great, love, every inch of you and your moans. I love it all.”

You giggled happily as he says those words.

“You’re not as bad as I expected.”

“Whatever do you mean, Y/N?”

You caressed his left cheek and checked on his wound, thankfully it wasn’t bleeding, then stared to his eyes, lovingly.

“I mean that you were amazing and I’ll have me turn in control next time.”

Jacob also giggled happily at your response and passionately kissed you again.

“I’ll look forward to it, love.”

He then positioned himself beside you.

Both of you cuddled on bed. You caressed his wonderful broad chest with scars and Jacob caresses your shoulder.

Both of you took your time listening to the crash of waves and your breaths until the both of you slowly drifted yourselves to sleep, happily cuddling with each other knowing finally that both of you feel the same way.

[hiddenshame]

[demigoddessqueens]

If I had a nickel every time I liked a swashbuckling AF character named Jacob, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but I’m not complaining it’s happened twice

[cherrygummycandy]

Memories leave with the tide.

A sea beast Captain Crows Crew x Shipwrecked!Reader

(A few things. I've set this in a Canon in which Jacob and Maisie return to a newly built Inevitable, which now hunts criminals and various magical treasures instead of beasts. Also, the skinny guy that Jacob helps throughout the film didn't get named, so I named him Jamie. He looks like a Jamie, right?)

The sound of turbulent waves lapping against the shore echoes across the beach, as the crew of the ex-hunter ship the 'Inevitable' loaded various cargo off the boat. Everyone had various tasks, from moving crates, to slacking off. Captain Crow, though his reputation is in question with many, remains captain. Standing on deck by the main mast, he busies himself charting a course with Sarah Sharpe. Jacob assists the crew in their efforts to move crates, once more saving Jamie from being crushed under a crate too big for his skinny stature.

"Whoa there, watch yerself', ye can't be runnin' around like you can carry this much! There's plenty of daylight left for moving stuff, don't overwork yourself." Jacob picks the young lad up by the shoulders, setting him back upright and dusting off his vest. Jamie sheepishly scratches his neck with a sigh. "Sorry, Jacob! I'll be more careful, I just feel like Ms. Merino wants me to hurry up..." He glances over in the direction of Ms. Merino. Jacob follows the lad's gaze, and sees the Fiery-haired (and tempered) woman yelling various obscenities and what-not at the crew.

"HURRY UP, YE' LUBBERS, OR THE CAPTAIN WILL HAVE YE' PEELIN' POTATOES TILL DAWN!" she screeches. Jacob chuckles, and turns back to his frightened shipmate, shaking his head. "Don't worry about Merino, I'll stick up for ye if she bites." Jamie eyes only widen as Jacob walks away with a smirk. "S-SHE BITES?" Jamie yells after Jacob.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the beach, a young girl plays with a chubby blue creature. Maisie Brumble chucks a rough piece of driftwood across the beach, only for the little blue beast to flop after it. After a few moments, the stick is back in Maisie's hands, ready to be thrown again. She gets ready to throw again, her arm stretched back, when suddenly a force grabs the stick and pulls Maisie up into the air. "AHH! Jacob Holland, put me down!" Maisie squeals, feigning annoyance. "Sorry, Mais, but I told ye' to stay by the ship. It's way too dangerous for you to be this far away." The strong male begins to drag the child back to the ship. Maisie groans, and rolls her eyes. "Dangerous!? Sarah taught me how to use my knife, and besides-" She wiggles, and drops the stick and falls to the ground. She picks up the little creature flopping after her and Jacob. "Blue will protect me!" She waves blue in front of Jacob with a grin. The creature pants happily, and Jacob only looks down with an unamused expression. "Uh-huh. Back to the ship, young lady-" He points behind him. Maisie pouts, slowly dragging her feet against the sand to emphasize her annoyance. "But Jacob... I'm having fun... and the ship is... so far..." She groans, before dramatically throwing herself down onto the damp sand. "Please, I've carried two crates of cannon balls on my shoulders, ye' way nothing." Jacob hoists the child over his shoulder. He playfully musses her curly hair, shaking some sand out of it. As the pair tease each other back and forth, Blue suddenly stops following them. "Blue, come on!" Maisie calls, but he doesn't follow. "Jacob, stop! Something's the matter with Blue..." Maisie says. His brows furrow and he turns to face behind, to see the little blue ball of blubber hopping down the beach into the treeline.

He can feel Maisie glaring at the back of his head from his shoulder, and only sighs. "Alright, let's see what that odd beast is up too." He plops Maisie back down. The girls quickly runs after the creature, prompting Jacob to follow, before knocking his foot against a shell. "Aw, bloody-" He groans, before being cut off. "Jacob, come quick!" Maisie's voice carries to him, and a wave of panic washes over him. He runs in the direction of her voice, ignoring the throbbing he now feels in his foot. When he arrives, panting heavily, he is relieved to see Maisie appears unharmed. "Don't screech like that, lass. Had me frightened." He scolds, leaning against a tree in an attempt to catch his breath. "Now, what is it?" The girl points out of the tree line, and Jacobs gaze lands on a boat, small and damaged, laying on the shore. "No, there." Maisie tugs on his sleeve and points a little to the left, where a crumpled figure lays in the sun, clothes torn and soaked from the tides.

"Holy sea-beasts-" Maisie glares at him. "Right, uh, sorry. No more sea-beast themed exclamatory phrases." He awkwardly coughs, then turns his attention back to the sight before him. Drawing his weapon, he begins to cautiously approach the body, waving Maisie behind him. Despite their stealth, Blue waddles toward the body ahead of them, stopping beside the body. "No! Don't get too close, Blue!" Maisie whisper-yells, her hands trying to wave Blue back towards them. Blue simply ignores them, chirping and nuzzling its head against the body. Jacob sighs, and approaches the body. The man looks down at you. Though you appear to be worse for wear, clothes torn and skin bruised, you're still breathing. "Okay, Maisie, run back to the ship, tell Sarah and the captain we've found someone. I'll carry them back." Jacob moves to pick you up, but Maisie does not move from her spot. "You run ahead, and I'll bring them back to the ship." Maisie suggest. Brow raised, Jacob asks "Have ye ever had to carry an unconscious body?" Maisie thinks, then looks back up. "H-have ye?" She asks. He doesn't respond, and the girl quickly grabs her blue companion, and begins running in the direction of the ship. Jacob picks up your unconscious form, careful to avoid the injuries given to you by the harsh waves.

Back at the ship, Captain Crow begins to give orders to the doctor about preparations that should be made, while Sarah Sharpe stands with a telescope, looking for Jacob's approaching figure. Maisie sits on the ship-rail, feet dangling as she kicks them back and forth, half excited and half nervous. "Captain, I see Jacob!" Sarah shouts down. As Jacob reaches the ship, various crew members try to get a peek at the mysterious person on Jacob's back. "Back up, you lot! Don't crowd, get back to work!" Sarah yells, causing the crowd to disperse with a few grumbles and complaints.

The buzzing in your ears slowly fades out, replaced by the sounds of voices you don't recognize. You groan slightly, attempting to blink as the darkness fades to color. Though still blurry, it seems you're in a bed, with a few figures around you. "-n you hear us?" A female voice calls, her voice fading in and out. You make another grumble, and attempt to sit up. You hiss in pain, gripping your waist at the tenderness of the skin, before looking at the group around you. A young girl with dark curly hair and a curious face stares up at you, and a serious faced woman stands behind her. Closest to you, a blonde haired man is sat, legs crossed, on an operating table. "Who are you, w-where am I?" You ask, pulling the bed sheets over yourself as a feeling of anxiety washes over you. "Easy, easy." The blonde man puts his hands out in surrender. "We don't want to hurt ye'." You try to steady your breathing, and readjust your position under the man's gaze. You feel your cheeks heat up a tad at the intense gaze.

"My name is Jacob Holland, this is Sarah Sharpe." He motions to the stern faced woman. "You're on the Inevitable. We-" He's cut off by the small girl. "And I'm Maisie Bramble. My friend Jacob neglected to introduce me!" Maisie says proudly, sticking a hand out for you to shake. Despite your nervousness, you shake her hand, amused by this young girl's antics. "Right, well, as I was saying before I was INTERRUPTED-" Jacob glares at Maisie, only making her giggle. "We found you by a wrecked sailboat. Do you remember what happened?" He asks. You try to ignore the throbbing in your skull, and try to focus on what you remember. Like a thick fog of cloud, there seems to be something preventing you from remembering anything.

"No... I, I can't remember anything." You say softly. "Nothing at all?" Sarah asks, a suspicious tone present in her voice. Her face softens slightly when your eyes begin to well with tears. "I can't remember anything!" You begin to feel the tears escape your eyes and slide down your cheeks. "Hey, It'll be alright. It'll be okay, really." Jacob says, clearly unsure how to approach the situation, but trying to be comforting. Maisie takes a different approach. She simply steps closer, and wraps her arms around your midsection. "Wha-" You say, confused. After a few moments, you sigh, and hug her back. You pull away and wipe at your eyes, sniffling a little. "Thanks, kiddo. And thank you." You address Sarah and Jacob. "Thank you for bringing me to your ship, and rescuing me. I don't know how I can repay you, and I hate to ask more of you but..." You sigh. "Could I possibly come with you? Wherever you're headed, I just think If I was in a city I could find out who I am, or get closer at least." Jacob nods. "Of course, we can't leave ye' abandoned on an island." Sarah whips her head in Jacobs direction. "You don't have the authority to make that call, Jacob." She says pointedly. Jacob sighs. "I'm going to be the captain someday." He whines. "Someday is not today, I'll go talk to the captain." She turns and leaves, heading up the steps and out of the doctors room.

"She's right, y'know." Maisie says. Jacob pouts and looks at her. "Not helping Maisie."

[cantstoptheimagines]

Truce (Jacob Holland | The Sea Beast)

Summary — You and Jacob are forced to deal with one another for the sake of your respective crews’ sanities.

Requested by anonymous — I’ve done too much simping for Jacob and we need to turn the tables. Reader is a famous sea beast hunting captain and the Inevitable is in danger and Reader goes to help them cause of the code. They saves Jacob and he’s flustered about it and develops a crush on the Reader.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff with a bit of steaminess (no smut though!); some cursing; (slight) enemies to lovers; flirtatious vibes, along with some friendly teasing; sailor slang; forced proximity (aka ‘There’s Only One Bed!’); mentions of alcohol (rum); a make out session; takes place ‘Pre-Red Journey’, so they’re still hunters; pirates, pirates, pirates, baby!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 3,365. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Reader’s ship is named The Golden Plague. ➳ You can find a list of ‘Nautical Terminology’ at the end of this work.

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Nothing made you smile more than Jacob Holland’s personal agony.

You couldn’t stop an arrogant grin from spreading over your lips at the sight of his crestfallen face, which was perfectly clear through the lens of your spyglass. Captain Crow’s ship, The Inevitable, was struggling to stay afloat in the distance. Despite being so close to a beast your crew had been tracking for weeks on end, you had quickly given the order to follow the Hunter’s Code and help Crow instead.

His crew cheered at the sight of you, relieved to finally have some help on the rough waves. You descended the quarterdeck as your ship eased to a stop. You finally settled against the wooden rail of the main deck, opposite of Crow, who had done the same in order to hold conversation between your respective vessels. 

On his left stood his loyal first mate, Sarah Sharpe, who saluted you with the blade of her knife. Jacob Holland took up Crow’s other side with crossed arms and a scowl as he glowered at you. Next to him, you could just barely make out a small head of dark curls over The Inevitable’s railings. 

“Got yourself into more trouble, I see,” you finally said.

“Aye,” nodded Crow, briefly glancing over his shoulder at the extensive damage on his precious ship. “Got into a nasty grapple with a terrible beast.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “Wouldn’t be a Crustacean, would it? Purple?”

“The very same!” answered Sarah. “How’d you figure?”

“Been after it for almost two weeks now,” you shrugged, “but it looks like it found you first. Did it go down?”

“No,” said Crow, shaking his head. “Got away.”

“Good!” you exclaimed, grinning widely. “The bounty’s still mine for the taking then.”

Jacob finally made his presence known with a loud scoff, “‘O course that’s all you care about right now!”

“Jacob!” growled Crow. “Shut it!”

The man quickly turned away from his adoptive father, embarrassed at being called out so publicly. 

“For your information, Holland,” you grimaced, “I came to help. Hunter’s Code, and all that. Though I’m sure you were too busy wetting yourself at the sight of the Crab to remember such things.”

He glared at you... and then at Sarah when she snickered in amusement. Crow shook his head with a smirk, and then said, “Think you could give us a tow in? It’ll be hard for us to make it to the nearest port without some help.”

“I can see that,” you said, looking down at a gaping hole that had damaged The Inevitable’s wooden hull. “That violet beast brought on quite a reckoning, didn’t it?”

“Oh, that?” chuckled Sarah, shaking her head. “That isn’t from our fight with the Crustacean.”

Your eyes widened, glancing between her and the ship’s hull, “The hell is it from then?”

“The Inevitable was bilged on her anchor after the beast left,” answered Crow. “Pierced straight through the hull.”

“Bilged on her anchor?!” you laughed. “Who was bringing it up?! Holland?!”

Jacob suddenly uncrossed his arms, pointed at you, and ordered, “Shut up, you knave!”

Sarah immediately scolded him, “Jacob! Keep quiet!” 

You, however, grinned widely when you realized that your joke had struck a nerve. Leaning further over the railing of your own ship, you continued, “Well, Holland, if I’m such a knave, I guess you don’t need my help after all.”

Crow couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes, sharing an exasperated look with Sarah. This happened every single time your crews met on the waves. Whenever you or Jacob caught sight of one another, it was over. Neither of you could resist the chance to poke and prod at the other.

While it left the two of you with some sort of sick satisfaction, it left your respective crews with nothing but moans and groans of annoyance.

“Jacob,” sighed Crow, rubbing his furrowed brow tiredly, “apologize, so their crew can tow us in.”

“What?!” exclaimed Jacob, looking at him with an appalled expression. “I will not!”

“Jacob, please!” groaned Sarah. “Call a truce for once! If you don’t, they’ll leave and we’ll sink. D’you feel like sinking today? Because I don’t!”

Jacob huffed loudly. He tightly crossed his arms once more, contemplating his options. He glanced over his shoulder at The Inevitable’s crew, each of them hard at work to keep their beloved vessel from sinking.

Turning back, he almost wished The Inevitable would sink when his eyes met yours. You waved at him, wiggling your fingers playfully. With an expectant grin, you then leaned your cheek against your palm, and said, “I’m waiting, Holland.”

He closed his eyes with a dramatic sigh, only opening them when his father nudged him harshly with a sharp elbow. Kissing his teeth, he huffed once more, and muttered, “I’m... sorry...”

Your smile widened, “For?”

Sarah snorted at the sight of Jacob’s frustrated expression. He ignored her, however, in favor of sneering at you, “I’m sorry... for calling you a knave...”

“And?”

His nails were practically digging into his skin as he continued, “And... Can you help us...?”

“By?”

He gritted his teeth, “Towing... Us...”

“Into?”

“Port,” he growled, and then quietly muttered, “obviously.”

Despite his efforts, you could still make out his irritated tone. You gave him a once-over, and then licked your lips with a wild grin, “Can I help you by towing you into port...?”

In the blink of an eye, Jacob had uncrossed his arms and tightly gripped The Inevitable’s railing, leaning forward until he nearly fell overboard, “All right, now you’re just havin’ a laugh, you little—!”

“Jacob!” 

He fell silent at the sound of Crow’s voice. Looking over his shoulder, he met his father’s harsh glare. Jacob conceded, his head falling forward. He then straightened his posture, grimacing at your smug face, “Can you help us... by towing us into port... please...?”

You bit your bottom lip, tilting your head back and forth dramatically as though you were trying to decide whether or not such a favor was worth your time.

It was.

You knew that.

Jacob knew that, too. He resisted the urge to call your bluff, deciding it would probably be best for him to stew in angry silence instead, lest he face his father’s wrath. Or worse, Sarah Sharpe’s.

Finally, you paused with your head tilted to the left, slowly nodding, “Well, Holland... since you asked so nicely... why not?”

You then turned to face your own crew, and loudly exclaimed, “Drop the gangplanks! We’ve got guests aboard!”

Both crews cheered loudly. The Inevitable’s hull was quickly repaired with a makeshift patch for the journey ahead. And after Crow’s ship had been securely attached to your own so it could be towed into port, those aboard the damaged ship crossed over the gangplanks to their new, temporary vessel.

As they crossed over, you shook hands with Sarah Sharpe. You then gave Crow a pat on the shoulder when he nodded in thanks. However, you didn’t have time to greet any other crew members before you felt something — or someone, rather — become attached to your legs.

Looking down in surprise, you were greeted by the starstruck face of a young girl. Her brown eyes gazed at you with a wondrous expression, and she muttered, “Wow! You’re even more incredible in person!”

You laughed, “Why, thank you, lass! I thought I had noticed someone small over the railings.”

“I may be small,” she said, “but I’m as good as gold when it comes to—”

“Talkin’ people’s ears off,” interrupted a deep voice.

You looked up to find Jacob standing on the gangplank, arms crossed once again, waiting to come aboard. He spared you a brief glance, and then said, “Off you get, Maisie! You need to find a bunk for the night!”

She immediately let go of you, gave him a small salute, and smiled, “Yes, sir, Captain Someday!” 

As she disappeared within the crowd of chatting pirates, you chuckled, “‘Captain Someday’?” 

Jacob turned his attention to you, tilting his head and rolling his eyes, “Don’t.”

You scoffed, “Get off the gangplank so we can get moving, Holland.”

Gritting his teeth, he begrudgingly followed your demands. He watched as you hauled the gangplank back onto the main deck of your ship and held it by your side. He almost groaned in disgust when you gave him another smug grin, and said, “Welcome aboard, Holland! Enjoy your night on The Golden Plague!”

“‘The Golden Ass’ is more like it,” he muttered, turning away to join his crew. “Ow!”

He turned back in a flash when he felt the gangplank in your hands hit his side with a WHACK! He still had a fresh wound there from The Inevitable’s encounter with the Crustacean.

“Sorry,” you breathed, though he could tell that you were anything but apologetic. “My hands slipped.”

“Would you stop running a rig for once in your life?!”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, finally setting the gangplank aside. “But it’s so much fun!”

“It won’t be fun anymore when I—!”

“Avast ye!”

The two of you paused in your exchange, instead focusing on your conjoined crews. Crow and Sarah stood at the front, arms crossed and backs straight as they glowered. You could see Maisie trying her best to peep through the enormous crowd of hunters.

“That’s enough of that!” demanded Crow. “Just because you lot don’t get along doesn’t the rest of us need to suffer! Call a truce now! If not for your own peace of mind, then for our sanities!”

Your attention returned to Jacob. The two of you had moved closer to one another during your spat. You took the first step, holding out a hand with a cavalier smile, “I’ll agree to a ceasefire if you will... until we reach port, at least. Then you’re mine, Holland.”

For some reason, your words, specifically ‘mine’, set off an alarm within Jacob’s mind. He could feel warmth creeping along his neck and cheeks. His face fell into an expression of curiosity. However, it changed to one of indignation when, as he reached out to shake your hand, you quickly pulled it away before he could do so.

“Too slow,” you whispered, winking cockily, “as always!”

He frowned deeply, “Now you’re just being—!”

“Oi!”

Sarah slowly approached the two of you with a menacing look in her eyes. Shivers went down your spines at the sight of her. She was much more intimidating than Crow. 

“End this,” she commanded, pulling out her knife, “or I will.”

“Yes, Ms. Sharpe.”

She grinned when the two of you suddenly shifted from your usual arrogant attitudes to something far more demure. Jacob avoided meeting her eyes while you toed your boot into the wood of the main deck. Like children, thought Sarah, amused by your actions.

“Good,” she said. “Now, how about some rum for your guests?”

Your eyes met hers, and then you smiled at your awaiting crew, “Well? You heard the woman! Bring out the drinks!”

The crowd of hunters burst into another round of cheers as barrels upon barrels of rum were rolled onto the main deck. As soon as Sarah turned her back, however, you nudged Jacob to catch his attention, and whispered, “You’re still too slow, Holland!”

He reached out to grab your arm, only to miss as you disappeared into the celebratory group of pirates. Not one to back down from a fight, especially if it was with you, he quickly followed.

Crow and Sarah watched with amused gleams. Crow took a drink of his rum, and then said, “Still don’t understand how you can quiet them down like that. They never listen to me.”

Sarah shrugged with a cocky smile, “Perhaps you need to work on your glare.”

“I’m missing a deadlight, Sharpe!”

You weaved through the group of sleeping pirates. With so many people aboard, you were bound to run out of hammocks at some point. Extra blankets had been strewn about the main deck for those who volunteered to sleep beneath the stars. The others had filled the primary cabins to the brim.

You had allowed Maisie to take the private guest’s quarters on the other end of the ship. She had been ecstatic at the thought, claiming that she felt like ‘the most distinguished guest to ever sail on The Golden Plague’. Not to mention, it had been rather amusing when she slammed the door in Jacob’s face after sticking her tongue out at him.

A few hunters, including Sarah and Crow, had been welcomed into your personal quarters for the night. The floor, similar to the main deck, had become the temporary bed to a huddle of pirates.

Crow slept on a hammock that gently swung back and forth next to a porthole. Sarah had taken up the seat at your private desk, hat over her face and feet propped up as she leaned back in a plush chair.

You quietly stepped over Ms. Merino, nearly tripping when she rolled onto her side during her sleep. It felt like a relief when you finally reached your own bed. You unlaced your boots and quickly changed into something more comfortable. Just as your shirt had slipped onto your body, the door slowly creaked open.

“No room for me?”

You smiled to yourself, pulling back the blanket on your bed. You spared at glance at Jacob as he examined your cabin, taking in every last detail.

“Well, considering that my bed is the only spot left on the entire ship,” you said, “I suppose you could try the crow’s nest. If you’re afraid of sharing, that is.”

You listened to his indignant scoff as you took refuge in your bedsheets. Facing the wall, you closed your eyes, listening to the soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the hull of your ship. However, your peace didn’t last long.

Your bed suddenly dipped. Furrowing your brows, you looked over your shoulder, and asked, “What d’you think you’re doing?”

Jacob’s eyes were slightly hazy from the rum he had partaken in earlier. He was, however, sober enough to offer you a smirk as he removed his heavy boots. After tossing them aside, he shrugged, “I ain’t afraid ‘o sharing.” 

You grunted when the weight of him caused the bed to shift. Along with a large wave rocking the ship, you were nearly knocked into his side as he made himself comfortable next to you. Rolling onto your back, you glowered at him, “You’ll be afraid soon enough if you get too close.”

With closed eyes, Jacob chuckled tiredly. He was on his back as well, one arm bent to place a hand beneath his head. The other rested against his stomach.

“Why’s that?” he asked, finally looking over at you. “Are you afraid that you’ll like me being close?”

He nearly burst with laughter at your reaction. Your face twisted and you quickly sat up, “In your dreams, Holland!”

Jacob quickly shushed you when he heard someone else shift in their sleep. He reached out, grabbed the back of your shirt, and pulled you back onto the sheets. You glared at him again when you landed against your pillow.

“D’you ever shut up?”

He was partially leaning over you now, balancing on his hand as he looked down at you. Your imagination got the better of you when his eyes seemed to glance fleetingly at your lips. In my dreams, maybe, you thought.

Your personal sentiments might have surprised others, but you had no gripes with admitting to yourself that Jacob Holland was a handsome man. However, life on the high seas left no time for such things, so you had resorted to... well, pissing him off.

It was rather entertaining, after all. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jacob felt the same. He hated you for being so infuriatingly attractive. Especially now as he gazed down at you, looking so sweet as you lay beneath him. He failed in stopping his eyes from glancing at your lips.

“We hunters always want what we can’t have,” as Crow had always put it. “It’s the briny deep’s greatest curse.”

His father had been right, of course. Like always. Jacob wanted you, despite the fact that such a thing seemed impossible. But still, he couldn’t help it.

“Perhaps I’d shut up if you’d—! Mmph!”

The rest of your sentence was cut off. Jacob’s hand pressed against your cheek. He was barely holding himself up with the other as he shoved his lips against yours. Meanwhile, your arms quickly wrapped themselves around his shoulders and your fingers weaved into his thick, blond locks.

Your eyes closed as you pulled Jacob almost impossibly close. He grunted, falling onto his elbows when you did so. His heavy chest was flush against yours. There was hardly any room to breathe as his other hand made its way around your hips. The one on your cheek slowly shifted to the back of your neck.

His lips slowly trailed away from your own. He pressed open-mouthed kisses against your skin on his journey to your neck. You sighed at the feeling, biting your lip as you tried coming to your senses. Your eyes darted across the room when Crow shifted in his sleep.

When Jacob abruptly dug his nose against your jawline and roughly bit at the skin of your throat, you gasped, “Holland!”

At first, it seemed as though he didn’t hear you. Either that or he just didn’t care. Only when you muttered his name a second time did you receive a deep hum in return.

“Holland!” you groaned, tugging at his hair. “Considering that there are about fifteen other people in this room right now, I don’t—! Ah—!”

He chuckled at your sudden cry, which had been due to him slipping his large hand beneath your shirt and digging his nails into your side. He continued his ministrations, which still included kissing, biting, and tugging at you, as you let out another groan.

“You don’t...?” he muttered. “What is it, love?”

You almost smiled at the nickname. That is, until the realization of his mockery from your earlier interactions suddenly hit you, “Only I’m allowed to do that.”

“Suppose that means that I’m the only one who can do this then.”

Before you could question him, your mouth fell open with a whine. Jacob’s hips ground heavily against yours. He chuckled against your shoulder, only to release a deep moan when your fingers sharply dug into the space between his shoulder blades. When your head tilted back, he took the opportunity to surge forward. He harshly bit your throat once more, both of hands moving to the back of your neck in order to pull you closer.

“Holland!” you mewled. “I don’t think it’s the right time for this... especially not when your own father is asleep just across the way.”

Jacob paused at your words. He panted heavily against you, slowly pulling away. His head turned to look at the sleeping hunters around the room. You could’ve sworn he had a glare on his face as his eyes landed on Crow, who was snoring away in his hammock, unaware of the mischief his son was currently up to.

Jacob let out a deep sigh, and then he muttered, “Damn cockblocks.”

He smiled down at you when he heard you snicker in amusement. His hands moved to rest against your jawline and the pads of his thumbs gently traced over your cheekbones. Groaning with a happy grin, he allowed himself to finally return to his original position of lying next to you. This time, however, he brought you with him.

Resting on his back, Jacob’s hand went beneath his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His other arm tucked you tightly into his side. His fingertips gently caressed your clothed hip, repeatedly trailing up and down.

“I take it this means you’re enjoying your stay on The Golden Plague?”

Jacob tilted his head to look at you with an amused smirk. You quietly gasped when his hand suddenly shifted to your behind.

“It’s like I said before, love,” he chuckled. “‘The Golden Ass’ is more like it.”

Nautical Terminology ➳ Avast ye! — Phrase used to call for someone’s attention. ➳ Bilged on her anchor — Phrase used when a ship is caught on, or pierced, by its own anchor. ➳ Bounty — The reward for a deed, usually something of monetary value. ➳ Briny deep — Phrase meaning “ocean” or “sea”. ➳ Ceasefire — A discontinuance (either permanent or temporary) of hostilities between parties; another word for “truce”. ➳ Crow’s Nest — A small platform near the top of a mast, where a lookout could have a better view of the seas. ➳ Deadlight — Another word for “eye”. ➳ Gangplank — A removable board or ramp used to travel between ships or between ships and piers. ➳ Hull — The body of a ship; the watertight enclosure of a ship, which protects cargo, machinery, and accommodation spaces. ➳ Knave — A dishonorable person. ➳ Main deck — The uppermost complete deck extending from front to back. ➳ Porthole — A small exterior window in a ship. ➳ Quarterdeck — A raised deck behind the main mast, usually from which the captain commands the ship. ➳ Rum — A pirate’s favorite drink! ➳ Running (or, run) a rig — Playing tricks. ➳ Vessel — Another word for “ship” or “boat”.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

imagine being Jacob’s lover and him asking you to marry him mid-battle, PotC style

[kkeidawrites]

If you haven't already could you write a pt2 for jacob holland x mermaid! Reader IT WAS SOO CUTEEEE I rlly enjoyed it. :3

p.s. please take care of yourself and take breaks 👍

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The next two weeks passed through without any major disturbances from the ocean. The carpeting business he had created the year before was slowly reaching an all time high. The demand for boats was coming in full force as the fishing season was coming in in less than a month and so far, the boats Jacob was able to make easily was the dinghy.

However, this particular order was taking far much longer than he originally thought when he made the outline for it. But, it was a boat where it was asking for a lot of designs and Jacob had to hire a couple more hands to help him with the project.

Although, the project wasn't what was on his mind, a certain fish tail was making him more occupied.

For years he knew that the creatures of the sea were both dangerous and mysterious, but from his previous experience with the red Bluster anything is bound to happen at this point.

Jacob pressed on with his life, Maisie was enjoying her time in school practically leaving their home to go and come back home to tell him all about what she learned that day. He returned to his contented life, finally understanding that he would probably never see that mermaid again.

The shed that he had built after his house was finished, held most of the wood he owned and perhaps where he spent most of his time working on his projects.

With some nails in his lip, Jacob hammered the curved wood on the right hand side of the unfinished dinghy he was working on and then wiped his brow. It was day two of his project, and a wet one. It had rained the day before, putting his schedule back a couple of days because the wood he used was also wet.

Sighing, Jacob pushes away another completely soaked piece of wood into the mounting pile of its predecessors and picks up another to feel the weight of it and inspect any large wet spots on the wood.

"Da! Da!" he turned his head to look at Maisie approaching him with a large grin on her face. He sets down his hammer and piece of wood to catch the girl in a hug and grins.

"Hey there kid, how was school?"

"Good!" she exclaims as he sets her down. Digging into her school pack, she pulls out a large book and thrusts it into his face.

"Look! They changed the story about Red!" she says excitedly. Jacob flips open the red spiral book and sees the progression of their story, scarily it was very accurate to what happened. Pretty sure Maisie had something to do with that. A proud father he was.

"Oh and there's someone here to ask you about making a boat for them." she tells him and Jacob frowns in confusion then looks up to see someone approaching.

As the sun sets in the distance, the rays were bouncing off the skin of the woman approaching them. He wipes his hands on the rag he keeps on his hip and squints a bit to see something shimmering on the woman's neck and arms.

Thinking nothing of it, Jacob's eyes widens as he realizes who was approaching and couldn't form any sentences in his mind to speak.

"Hello, you're Jacob Holland right?" Her voice was sultry and soft.

"Um, yeah, I mean yes! Yes, I am Jacob Holland." he holds out his hand to shake her hand and she smiles in greeting.

"I'm Y/n, I was wondering if you could build a jolly boat? I'm a...I help clean the ocean with a very private organization and one of our boats was lost to the sea because of...the rain we had yesterday." she brokenly explained.

"I understand. How soon do you need it done?" he asks, taking the pencil and notepad that Maisie had handed him.

"Well, preferably in two weeks if possible." she says, Jacob nods.

"I can do that. Any color or designs you wish to add?"

"No, it can be however you want it to look." she reassures him and he nods again as he is writing down the possible wood he would need to purchase and add up the total.

"Okay, if there's nothing else that you may need then it will be seven gold pieces for the materials and the time it would take to do the project." Jacob explains.

Y/n pulls out a small pouch from her hip and hands him the correct amount then adds four more pieces to him.

"Just in case," she says to him with a smile.

Shaking hands again, Y/n waves to Maisie and departs from their home sneaking a quick look over her shoulder to Jacob again before turning her head and continuing on her way.

Jacob watches her go and sighs in bliss, Maisie is looking at the gold that she grabbed from her father's slacked hand. Bringing it closer to her face, she noticed something odd about the gold piece.

"Da, look at the money she gave us." she says snapping him out of his stupor.

Jacob looks close at the currency and sees a triton on the gold. The rarest of gold that can only be found in...Jacob shakes his head and puts the gold in his pocket, letting Maisie have the one in her hand for a treat.

"Let's get some dinner then, eh?"

"Yes! I want to show you the high marks I got on my test this week too!" Maisie says as she grabs his large hand and the father-daughter duo return to their home.

With Blue

The little blue creature pushed his head into the open palm for more pets by Y/n as she crouched on the beach to give him some love.

"We'll meet again Mr. Holland, much sooner than you think." her gills flutter softly along with her scales shimmering.

[crystal-multifandom-now]

Can i maybe ask for Jacob holland x princess reader. The reader is the daughter of the king and queen in sea beast?

Remember to take care of yourself :)

Heya! Apologies for the delay and thanks for the well wishes. Admittingly, I found myself enjoying imagining this kind of scenario. I just wish I had proper time to write my imagination out or even good mental health to do so. Anyways, I don't know if this was a writing request or a headcanon but I'm just gonna assume its headcanon. I hope you like it.

P.S. sorry too if my writing is kinda out of touch right now...

>Upon Jacob's endeavors in hunting the beasts, his crewmates would often speak of the Princess' beauty and privileges, but they could never know what she was truly like, only that they hear a bunch of rumors on how she may be spoiled, demanding, and has a horrible attitude.

> Jacob never expected himself to be well acquainted with one of the royals. He sees himself only as a subject paid to hunt down monsters and save the people from them.

>When Jacob arrives at the palace and announces the presence of the royals. He found himself in awe when he saw the presence of the Princess for the first time, with soft and regal features that makes her look more elegantly natural than the king and queen.

>The Princess would often scoff every time Admiral Hornagold tries to make his impression on everyone in the room. She scorned at the mere mention of her parents' plans to betroth her to the Admiral.

>Jacob would steal a glance at the Princess whilst everyone heads to the balcony to introduce them the Imperator.

>The Princess expresses disbelief when her parents threatened to revoke their support to the hunters and things began to get tense. But eventually turned into shock and admiration towards Jacob when he tries to ease the tension and negotiate with her parents. She was very impressed on how he was able to handle things well for both parties.

>Because of what happened in the palace balcony, the Princess considered the idea to stow away with the Inevitable, leaving behind a letter to her parents as well imploring them to not find her.

>Jacob discovered the Princess on the boat and was terribly shocked that she stowed away, he had no choice but to keep her identity a secret on their voyage to hunt the red bluster as well as promising her that he would keep her safe and return her back to the palace in one piece.

>As time passed by the sea, the crewmates naively welcomed her and later found themselves teasing Jacob for being his woman, the captain and Sarah were suspicious of her identity but did not push to know her further. Eventually, everyone sees the Princess as a potential romantic interest for Jacob and would make a fine wife for the future captain of the Inevitable.

>The princess was also fond of Maisie as she expresses her enthusiasm to hunt the sea beasts down. And when they proceed to have an adventure with Jacob, Red, and Blue. The Princess learned and slowly changed her perspective regarding the sea beasts, and it sparked her to make a strong stand against her parents' will.

>With the Princess' plan to rebel against the crown, her own blood, and legacy. She welcomed the idea of a different life, possibly an ordinary life with Jacob and Maisie.

>When Red got captured, the princess was devastated, and the Inevitable crew found out the truth, so the captain decided to confine her in one of the ship's rooms to return her to the palace along with their prized possession. She fought with Jacob expressing her anger and her change of mind to proceed with her parents' plan of an unhappy married life with the Admiral.

>Jacob feels ashamed and guilty, he also didn't want her to be with anyone else but him, yet he could not express his feelings towards her properly because of his thoughts on how they both live in different worlds that are not meant to be.

>The moment the princess witnessed Jacob fighting and defending Red, She could not help but feel worried for him and when Jacob was plunged into the waters, injured. The princess did not hesitate to dive in and help Jacob, which led to people witnessing her actions and suspecting her intentions.

>At the end of all the troubles and Maisie's speech, the princess regained hope and vow to continue Maisie's intent and Jacob's declaration to end the hunt and to find the truth about their history despite revealing the flaw and mistakes of her family and that it might cost her life in doing so. Nonetheless, the princess was persistent in her vow.

>The princess finally confessed her true feelings to Jacob and so did he. Both of them shared a deep kiss as it will be their first and last for the moment since they won't be seeing each other for a while as they move on to their different lives.

[galactic-magick]

Jacob Holland x neutral!Reader

Summary: Now that Jacob has sworn off monster hunting, he has decided to build a new crew to promote learning about and peace with the sea beasts, and you might just get a spot on that ship.

Warnings: none

Words: 900+

Author’s Notes: I’m pretty sure I’ve read all the fics in the tag and I wanted more so here I am writing my own lol. This movie came out months ago so idk if people are still interested in fics about it but idc I just needed to write something dangit! If people like this I might do a part 2 :)

Requests Status: CURRENTLY CLOSED although I’m always open to suggestions, I just can’t promise I’ll write it cuz my semester just started and I’m very busy!

It’s been about a year since the truth was revealed about the royal family’s involvement in initiating the war with the sea beasts, and thanks to the demand and passion of the people, change is actually being made. Hunting the beasts is now illegal, all the old history books have been thrown away, and now there’s been a push to study and learn about the beasts rather than just learning how to kill them. The king and queen are still certainly not happy about the changes, but as less and less people stay on their side, their argument power has been lost.

You in particular have been quite intrigued by the new changes in the kingdom. Like everyone else, you were taught to fear the beasts, but now you’re very open to learning about who they really are. You’ve always wanted to take to the sea yourself, originally to join the hunters but now just to explore. You have high hopes of boarding a ship as soon as tonight possibly, since the famous Jacob Holland is in town. You hear he’s trying to put a crew together to sail farther than anyone in the kingdom has ever gone before, with the goal of finding new species of sea beasts and spreading the message of peace to other kingdoms.

You’ve never met the guy personally, but you instantly recognize him when you see him across the room in the tavern. He’s not currently talking with anyone, so you take your shot and walk towards him, sitting next to him at the bar and ordering another drink.

“Why hello there,” he speaks first. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in here before,”

“Oh, I’m here from time to time,” you smile.

He introduces himself, not that he needs an introduction, and you tell him your name as well. You’re not really sure what you expected, but he’s an incredibly kind man. Not that you thought he’d be mean, but after all, he’s the captain of a ship and responsible for both killing dozens of beasts and rebuilding a peaceful relationship with the beasts alongside his adopted daughter. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was a little cocky.

But he’s not. He makes casual conversation with you, attentively listening to everything you say. He tells you about his past adventures, and his plans for the future. He even asks you to dance for a while when the music starts up again, and you can’t remember the last time you had this much fun.

The multi-colored sunset glow pours through the windows, Jacob holding your hands tight as you swing around. Tune after tune plays, and neither of you grow tired. The energy in the tavern is electric, with almost everyone joining into the dance as well. Some of the songs you sing along to and some you just move to the rhythm, but neither of you care if you’re doing it correctly.

Eventually the crowd starts to flow out as the night goes on, and you sit back down at the bar to have one last round.

“Say,” he swallows the last sip of his drink. “Would you be interested in joining my crew?”

You almost spit out your own. You honestly didn’t think he���d ask you first.

“Oh! Well- I’d um- definitely consider it,” you nod.

“Wonderful. Just a moment,” he dashes across the room and soon comes back pulling a little girl on his arm, who you’re assuming is his daughter. “This is Maisie. We all have her to thank for where the kingdom is now,” he ruffles her hair and grins.

“Lovely to meet you!” you shake her hand.

“What do you think of them, hmm? Think they’re worthy to join our crew?”

Maisie takes a long look at you, as if analyzing every feature and reading your brain.

“I think so,” she finally says. “Do you really wanna join us?”

Your nod becomes more confident.

“Absolutely, if you’ll have me,”

“Yay!” she hugs you tight. “Finally someone else wants to join!”

You tilt your head towards Jacob, “You mean you haven’t recruited anyone else yet?”

“Well,” he runs a nervous hand through his hair, “Besides some of the crew members from The Inevitable...no. Not many civilians with no previous sailing experience have been interested,”

“I think they’re still scared,” Maisie pipes up, rolling her eyes. “You’re not scared, are ya?”

“It’s always a little scary trying something new,” you reply. “But no, I’m not scared to sail on a ship,”

“Good,” she looks up to Jacob. “We can keep ‘em then,”

He laughs, offering his hand to you, “Do you want to take a look around?”

You enthusiastically agree, and he leads you outside to the docks. The new ship is quite different than The Inevitable, no weapons, for one. The ship is a lot less menacing looking overall, and the lodging is much nicer. There’s even a designated spot for Maisie’s pet Blue, although she says he’s getting a bit too big to stay with her on the ship much longer.

“What do ya think?” she asks you.

“I love it,” you smile.

“We could leave tomorrow if you’d like,” Jacob says.

Your brows furrow, “What about recruiting more people?”

“I highly doubt we’ll find others as eager to join as you, love. We already have enough crew members for the basic ship operations, and I think the exploration part will be just fine with only the three of us,”

“But I’m super inexperienced, I really don’t think-”

“We were both new once too,” Maisie interrupts, tugging your sleeve with reassurance. “We both joined as kids knowin’ nothin’ too. You’re at least older and smarter than we were,”

You chuckle, “I suppose so,”

“Do we have a deal then, darlin?” Jacob smirks.

“I think we do.”

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