#pirates of the caribbean headcanons

[witchthewriter]

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: knife flirting, a bit nsfw but not much

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were enemies, you were supposed to be enemies.

・But fate (always) has other plans.

・Your first interaction wasn't the normal law vs outlaw situation

・It was like James couldn't breathe; your eyes, there was something so ... invigorating about them. They drew him in. Words became difficult.

・But when you pulled a weapon, he snapped back into his normal self.

・With his sword pressed against your neck, your smirked and in a flash, twirled and slipped out a hidden dagger. With the sharp knife pressed against his throat, you both subconciously agreed never to hurt one another. Even if you were sworn enemies.

"What's your name?" James said sternly. The height difference made it harder to keep your dagger pressed to his skin.

"Oh, wig, wouldn't you like to know?" And then you lightly bit his ear and disappeared.

・A shiver went down his spine.

・And he hoped no one saw the interaction, because now he was smiling.

・When you were apart, time felt like it was going by too quickly. James was yearning for you, his heart thudding whenever he thought about you.

・After running into each other three separate times, being away from you was too much to bear.

・When you were together, time stopped.

・Eyes looking into eyes. Hands caressing the smallest part of bare skin. Both of you were breathless.

・But you had to keep this from your crew. From the rest of the pirate community.

・If they knew you were together with someone from the law, no one would trust you.

・Your nickname for him is 'wig,' since he always wears that awful powdered white wig. You've told him how terrible it is, but he sees it as another badge for his status.

・Being together means you become more open-minded. You see things from each other's point of views.

・You love the way he becomes so flustered when you whisper in his ear. He always thanks the good god in heaven that he's wearing sleeves because goosebumps erupt as well.

・When he whispered, "I love you," for the first time, you couldn't breathe. This wasn't supposed to go so far. But it did. It has.

・You sat up as thoughts flooded your head.

・Could you ever get married? Would either of you even want to quit your life for the other?

・You looked back at James, who was sprawled in the sheets. His ugly wig discarded, no uniform to be found.

・All you wanted to do was stay in his arms. But your crew could only stay drunk for so long. And you had to get back to them.

・One thing you did know, was that his love would last.

・But your life wasn't ready to change just yet; so you both got dressed, kissed each other goodbye and ... walked away.

・As he had slipped a piece of parchment in your clothes. It read, "forever."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Literal Angel (James) x Smooth Devil (You)

Soft for exactly one person (You) x Is that one person (James)

"Do you love me or do you love chaos?" (You) x "Yes" (James)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

The true Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈(s)

Wands Into The Earth by James Newton Howard

First Kiss by Howard Shore

You Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

[multifandomfix]

Being A Royalist And Dating Jack Sparrow Would Include

As a staunch royalist, you've always had a deep fascination with the monarchy and its history. You've kept your admiration for the crown a secret, especially from Jack. Him being a pirate and all, you know it likely wouldn’t be received well.

As your relationship with Jack grows it becomes harder to hide your ideals from him. Even though you’ve grown to see his way of life, that didn’t change your own views completely.

Eventually, you have to tell him that you’re a royalist. He visibly recoiled at first, but he still likes you for the person you’ve been when you’re with him.

Jack loves to challenge your beliefs, and you find yourself defending the crown's honor with fervor.

You sometimes try to introduce a touch of regal fashion into Jack's pirate wardrobe. He might resist at first, but he can't deny that it does make him look rather distinguished.

Occasionally, you convince Jack to accompany you to royal events or palaces. His attitude clashes with the decorum of these places, but you both manage to have a good time.

Much to your surprise, Jack occasionally shows a begrudging respect for certain royal figures, admitting that even pirates benefit from a bit of order and structure in the world.

You join Jack on his seafaring adventures, and your knowledge of royal history often comes in handy when deciphering cryptic clues or understanding the significance of ancient artifacts.

You're careful not to reveal your relationship to any fellow royalists, as they might not approve of your association with a pirate. It's a secret love affair that adds excitement to your life.

Despite your differences, your love for each other is undeniable. You both learn to accept each other's quirks and viewpoints, making your relationship a true adventure on the high seas.

For @skullr0se

Jack Sparrow: @iticaboopsyou, @dancingwith-sunflowers, @whither-the-wind-goes, @bluenystic, @puppy-coded, @fog-on-the-moon, @music-bird, @daretoscream7, @biximagyins, @danimorgan1708, @hotshot624, @witchthewriter, @thekirbishow

[socksracoon10]

Can you do headcanon of being Davy Jones and Calypso's daughter please?

It was a miracle in itself that Calypso had agreed to sire a child for Davy Jones

The creature was ELATED to find out that he was having a child, and as most men from the 17th century, he had desperately wished for it to be a son

Of course, that was until he saw you and realized that you were... the runt of his dreams

Not that he would openly ever say he didn't want a daughter, but it was clear from the start that it wasn't something he was very keen on.

However, as Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he left quite shortly after your birth to return to the sea.

You never saw him for most of your childhood

But you saw your mother, much to the point where she became an overbearing presence in your life.

You tried to go out on your own will, finding the sea calling out your name

Calypso was quick to correct you and brought you back to face the land

through her you learned valuable spells and tricks, growing your talents in the arts that she was fluent in

But you had inherited your father's frustration and urge to plunder and explore

and it was growing more and more every day

the longer you stayed on the land

the longer your anger grew

there was no peace within your mind

and Calypso knew very well

she also knew that when Davy Jones would return, she would have to stash you away somewhere far in fear that you would leave her too

So, when Davy Jones returned after another decade, he was baffled to see no sign of anyone. He was lost, he was confused, he was broken.

He blamed it on you.

And he swore to get his revenge on both daughter and mother.

Unbeknownst to Calypso, however, you had slipped into a ship in order to find more truth about your supposed father and you continued to live among the pirates away from both parents until you became a full-fledged adult.

That's where all the problems began.

You missed your mother, deeply, but you knew that going back would torment your soul.

And the longer you stayed out in the seas, the greater risk you put on yourself to be caught by Davy Jones.

So, unfortunately, there was only one person you could turn to for help and it was possible the worst decision you could've made.

Jack Sparrow.

He saw you more as a little sister (thankfully) and vowed to protect you on land and on sea

Because truth be told, he feared Davy Jones a little bit too

He never told you the reason why, though

And you never asked him for it, because on your mind you were fixed with other things

Your father wanting your head and your mother wanting you back

It was back between the turmoil you felt as a child - is it the sea or the land that called you?

Where did your responsibility lie? Proving to be a good daughter to your mother, or proving to your father that you were not as cursed as he thought you to be?

But, everything has a plan by the Universe. And your planner clearly did not like to keep you waiting

Because you eventually did reunite with your mother through Jack Sparrow, and Davy Jones followed after with a solemn gaze.

You possessed both their qualities, both their traits and powers.

And if they hated you, so be it.

You weren't going to be dictated by them when they were absent for most of your life.

You were your own person.

You clicked your heels as you stared at the two, before staring back at the rest of the crew behind you.

You stepped forward, a menacing glare on your face.

And the rest was history...

A/N: I hope you like it!!! It was a bit rushed, I'm a little sorry, because of some work I was doing but I'm so glad I got to answer this request! Thank you so much!!!

[justafairytailofinnocence]

It would be lovely if you can make for Pirates of the Caribbean masterlist bc im back to that era so yeah hahaha

If you do Thank you very much I appreciate it

Pirates of the Caribbean master list:

Jack Sparrow:

a bite of the sea

fish of the sea

the pearls queen

Hector Barbossa:

Constellation confessions

Hangry captains

a journal of desires

a treatment for the captain

a ghost of the past

a drunken night

a sick day at sea

every sailors dream

James Norrington:

a lady to behold

a reconsidered proposal

Cutler Beckett:

imagine

Will Turner:

Coming soon Elizabeth Swann:

Coming soon Davy Jones:

a beacon to spare

the prank of the sea

the angel of the dutchman

a hymn in sickness

comfort in octopuses arms

prank of the sea part 2

lost love

sailors curse

Headcanons:

Jack sparrow in love

Being in a relationship with them

Cuddling Elizabeth and Jack Sparrow

How they would react to you being cold

What James norrington would be like drunk

James norrington joking with his partner

If they were in love with you

How they would react if you were asexual

How they would react if you were sick

Having your first kiss with them

Having a friendship with elizabeth, tia dalma, carina, will and jack

How they would react if you hugged them

them being in love with you

saying "i love you" for the first time

cheering salazar up

How they would cheer you up

Jack sparrow having a soft spot for you

[edens-serigala]

please consider: jack sparrow and bootstrap bill turner having had a secret affair, hidden from the rest of the crew, prior to the mutiny. after such, and after will was born, bill named jack will's godfather.

[minoment]

ofc ofc ofc, sub!jack sparrow supremacy✨ So I didn't really plan this out, but something about jack getting the cockiness fucked outta him…it just does something to me. I don't mind presentation, so you can keep it gender neutral if you like!! Now i'll proceed to obsessively refresh the 'dom reader' tag until you publish it <3

Pairing: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow x Dom GN!Reader

Type: Draft

A/N: Posting this because I promised to get it out <3

Minors DNI <3

You and Jack had gotten off on the wrong foot, to say the least. Well, in your opinion. He didn't seem quite so bothered by it, more.. excited? That definitely ticked you off. He was so.. so infuriating.. so carefree. He treated you like some alluringly gorgeous god of war and that he was some un-killable fool who dared question your presence. Like he was the special one who would never ever be shown your wrath. You hated it.

Jack Sparrow was known across the seas as the luckiest, unlucky but admirable alcoholic to ever stumble upon the slippery decks of a ship. You however, were known as a vicious, territorial, almost Nordic pirate who guarded their claimed land with iron and steel. No one dared to venture near your territory, the pure amount of fear had made you almost forgotten to this day. Not that you minded of course. Stories of your cruelty and maliciousness spread an elaboration of what you were truly like, the tales isolating you in an almost comforting sense of loneliness.

You almost wished you had back that loneliness. But no. Of course not. That fool had made sure to never give you a sense of tranquility ever again.

"HELLLOOOO??"

A shouting voice was heard over the waves, it was slightly slurred and incredibly obnoxious for this early hour. The golden sun peeked over the horizon, sending golden slivers dancing across the waters surface.

You grunted softly, opening an eye and slowly picking yourself off the deck of your ship where you had peacefully been napping. You were an intimidating figure, at least 6'4" and toned from years of taming rough oceans. Your skin was tanned and mottled with scars and tattoos. Your braided and decorated hair glowed a fiery auburn in the growing daylight, 'like molten copper' as your late mother used to say.

Silently, you moved over to the ships edge, raking your cold green gaze over the sandy expanse of the small island you were moored next to. And there he was..

That daft moron got himself stranded a few days ago, somehow separating himself from his crew AND the Black Pearl. You had moored here a few weeks prior, reading the stars and waiting for the perfect time to sail back to your hidden cove you called home. He had dragged himself drunkenly out of the sea not 16 hours ago and your tranquil peace had disappeared from that point forward.

You had no intention of helping him, his constant chatting and one-sided conversations making him insufferable. He was doing it on purpose and you knew that, but it got on your nerves either way.

"What tha fuck d'ya want?" You snapped crossly over the well-kept railing of your ship. Your gaze narrowed as a triumphant smirk played across his lips. He was admittedly handsome, you'd give him that.

"Mornin' lovely..." He singsonged flirtatiously, gazing up at you and shielding his eyes from the now fully-risen sun.

You scowled in disapproval, not appreciating this levelling sort of flirtatious friendliness.

"You know.." He continued thoughtfully, mockingly speaking as if you were some sort of Lord, "I'd really like some food and water.. if you'd be so gallant as to spare some?"

You scowled once more and moved away from the railing. As much as it was 'survival of the fittest' and a constant battle with your stubbornly cruel personality, you couldn't watch a man starve to death with your help right in front of him. Besides, apart from being an infuriating pest, he hadn't actually hurt you.

A neatly coiled rope lay near your mast and you picked it up, carrying it back over to the railing. You secured the end firmly to the rail and dropped it down so the other ratty end dipped into the salty water.

"Climb up before I change my fuckin' mind.." You snapped, tilting your head in a sort of aggressive invitation aboard.

Jack wasted no time in scrambling up the rope like a monkey, your powerful grasp steadying his shoulder and body as he helped himself aboard. He stood to the side as you untied the rope and started to reel it up. His hand absentmindedly rubbed where your fingers had gripped his collarbone, his gaze flicking to your veined, clearly weathered hand as it worked the now sodden rope.

You turned and looked down at him, your gaze becoming ever so less furious as he looked back up at you and thanked you for your generosity. For some reason, you felt a little guilty for not letting him on sooner. He looked like a curious little mutt, his beautiful brown eyes seeming to warm you up from the inside out. You bit the inside of your cheek and looked away, scolding yourself for getting in your head. You motioned Jack to follow and brought him below deck.

Your boat was large yet you were the only one on it. It was decorated beautifully, showing off what obvious peace you had by yourself. There were maps and tapestries in some rooms, others having shark skulls and ornately engraved longswords hung up with bent nails. Apparently you were incredibly creative as well as a ruthless killer.

Jack marvelled your boat before his gaze curiously roamed your broad form. His keen eye took note of your clean clothes, the neat Nordic pattern embroidery and the occasional stain of spattered blood. Your belt held pouches and sheathed knives, all made by you. He admired your physique too, the way your muscles flexed under your skin as your opened the heavy door to your main living area. You didn't smell like the usual pirate either. An alluring scent of spices, fabric, seawater and blood seemed to follow you wherever you walked.

Eventually you sat him down, taking note of his ripped clothes and dirty features. You motioned for him to hold out his hands, working in complete silence as you wiped off his hands with a wet rag. The salt water stung a few scratches but Jack patiently held still, letting you wipe off his neck and face area. You almost did this as a sign of respect before standing up and getting him some clean clothes. You held out the rag and the pail of sea water, wordlessly telling him to get dressed and clean the rest of his body. He did as he was hold and you turned, moving to the other side of the cabin to find some stale bread and dried fish for him to eat.

When you finally turned around, he had washed himself and was getting dressed. Only Jacks upper body remained unclothed and your green gaze wandered over his tan skin. He had many bullet and knife wounds, adding up to the lucky part of his reputation. Personally, you found them quite beautiful although you would rather die than admit it.

"Here.." You said gruffly, handing him the plate of foot and a pouch of rainwater off your person. "Rest for a while.."

"Ah.. thank you.." Jack replied, finishing dressing himself and taking the plate and pouch from you. "I knew ya soul would be as beautiful as your pretty face.."

You sighed silently, moving to pick up his discarded clothes. You walked back up to the sunny desk, laying out Jacks clothes so they would dry and be parched of their salty sea smell.

You moved back below deck, your gaze raking over Jacks now-clothed chest and opening your mouth to ask about his scars.

"You really are nothing like the stories say, are ya?" Jack said as he interrupted your train of thought before you could speak and looked from his food to your eyes.

You paused, momentarily re-arranging your thoughts before speaking.

"No I'm not..." You said eventually, motioning to your own chest in reference to his bullet wound scars. "But you're definitely as lucky as the tales tell.."

Jack looked down and smiled slightly to himself, unable to form a response to that. It felt odd to be complimented by such a stoic and feared persona like yourself.

"What are ya really like then?" Jack asked, drinking the last of his water and letting you take the plate from him.

"I- don't really know.." You replied, stowing the things away before turning back to him. "Well no.. I just can't remember.."

"Why not?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. "You look like you'd have quite the personality.."

"Near death experience can blanch the personality from your soul I s'pose.." You shrug, leaning back against the ships wall and crossing your arms. You watched him closely. "You definitely have had your fair share of near death experiences, how come you're still an arrogant shit?" You say flatly, making Jack laugh.

"You've got quite the mouth huh?" He smirked, his gaze flicking to your scarred lips in a much more suggestive way than before.

You were a little taken aback by his suddenness but you regained control of yourself and narrowed your eyes. "Answer my question.."

"I guess I'm just better than you.." Jack shrugged with a cocky smirk, obviously trying to rile you up. The annoying thing was, it was working. You gritted your teeth, your jaw tensing.

Jack easily picked up on that and grinned, a soft chuckle escaping him. He knew this was a dangerous game; that only made him want to play it more. It certainly solidified his reputation of the stupidly brave captain.

"You aren't better than me.." You scowled, your hands moving behind you to grip the wooden counter as he began to approach you.

"Oh but I am.." Jack smirked. "You would have killed me by now if I were anyone else in front of you.. am I special?"

The audacity he had. It made your blood boil, but nonetheless you stayed against the wall, watching him like a hawk.

"It makes me wonder.." Jack continued, moving ever closer so his body was mere inches from yours and his calloused hand reached up to cup your face. He leant up and in a little closer, his lips only centimetres from yours. "A great pirate like you.. maybe you've gone soft.. maybe you could even be a whore and-"

That word set something ablaze inside of you, a boiling pit of rage and frustration overflowing within your guts. The only thing you could think about was teaching this cocky brat a lesson. Just before he could finish the rest of his insulting sentence, before he could kiss you; you snapped.

You pushed him back, slamming him against the opposite wall and knocking the breath out of him. Before Jack could get a single word or gasp out of his mouth, you crashed your lips against his and silenced him. His eyes widened in shock before he relaxed. He attempted to bring his hands up to cup your face but you gripped his wrists and slammed them against the wall with your iron grasp. This was a lesson.

You bit down on his lower lip and squeezed his wrists tighter, earning a low whine of protest from Jack as your larger body pushed him up against the wall. Soon your hands left his wrists and he got the message, holding onto the edge of the counter lining the ships wall. Jack gripped the polished wood so hard he thought his rings would splinter the expensive timber. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his neck, only needing one to pleasurably restrict his blood flow.

Heat pooled between his legs when your hand tightened around his neck, a choked whine escaping his lips as lightheaded pleasure filled his senses. You took this opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, making his legs almost buckle. Your kisses became even more aggressive and vicious as you tasted him, pinning him roughly up against the wall. The fiery taste of rum and salt on his lips spurred you on as Jack mewled in your grasp. You were so good, it made him lose himself almost instantly. The way you squeezed his neck, how your rough fingers pressed against his arteries so he could breathe easily through his nose while you ravaged his now kiss-bitten lips.. he wanted more, oh so much more...

Jacks greed eventually got the better of him and he clawed at your free hand, trying to move it towards his hips. You growled low in your throat, warning him. He didn't listen, desperate for more pleasure as he dug his nails into your hand. You pulled away with a rough curse, gripping his dreaded locks and dragging him away from the wall and down into the next room; your quarters.

The man yelped in a pleasurable sort of pain, opening his mouth to protest. You didn't let him, throwing him down into the messy nest of furs, fabrics, and blankets that was your bed. You held Jack down on his stomach, one hand pressing down between his shoulder blades and your knee in the small of his back. Nothing could be heard except for Jacks laboured breathing, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, and the metallic noise of you unclasping your belt.

You dragged the thick, worn, leather strap from around your waist before wrapping his tightly around Jacks wrists. He watched as you wrapped the belt further around an iron ring connected to the wall, unable to move his hands. Now that he was restrained and laying on his stomach in your bed, you could begin his real lesson.

Jack buried his face in the fabrics, your scent making arousal rock through his body in steady waves; yet it was also weirdly comforting to him. He felt you over him, your knees on either side of his hips as you leant down to bite and kiss at his neck.

You moved his hair ever so gently to the side, your lips and teeth leaving dark hickeys all over his sweet, salty skin. Jacks breathing became heavy once more as he tried to hide this fact by muffling his face in the furs. Eventually it became too hot and Jack couldn't breathe, so he just lay his head to the side and took it; not even bothering to preserve his dignity or hide his rough pants and gasps anymore when you suckled marks onto his skin.

You were marking Jack as yours and the very thought made his hips stutter forward ever so slightly. A small whine escaped his lips and you scowled, one hand moving to pull his hips up away from the bed. Jack was now face down ass up, a humiliated blush spreading over his features as he panted. One of your hands was in his hair, tightly gripping his locks and keeping his neck exposed while you marked him. The other held his hips, keeping him pressed against your body but unable to grind down against the sheets where he needed it most.

A choked breath was pushed from Jacks lips as he realized exactly what situation he was in. You weren't going to give him any sort of pleasure. You were going to hold him up like this and mark him up until he was a pleading mess. Jack didn't want that, he was greedy for more, anything more; and you knew it.

Jacks heavy panting and gasps filled the room, occasionally breaking it up with low keening whines as you tugged his hair and marked his neck. Eventually he couldn't take this torture any longer.

"P-please.. Indulge me, I beg you.." Jack panted, swallowing and licking his lips. His own breaking, reedy voice surprised him. "Need more..."

Jack lay his head to the side as you pulled away from his neck, letting out a low groan as you squeezed his hips and silently warned him not to try and thrust back down against the bed.

You decided to treat him knowing that his stubborn greed and wants would get both of you nowhere. So instead of taking away what he wanted, you would give it to him. Oh yes you would, you would give him what he wanted until he was a squirming, moaning mess just pleading for you to stop.

Jack practically melted in your grasp once more as your hot mouth came in contact with the sensitive skin of his neck. Your sharp teeth grazed over the fresh bruises, your tongue gliding over their wake.

The sensation distracted his attention long enough for you to slip your large, rough hands into the soft cotton fabric of his pants. the low whine echoing in his throat turned into a strangled moan as your hand wrapped around his stiff, leaking shaft.

He buried his face in the furs once more, his hips trembling as your mouth continued to work at his neck and your hand tightened around his cock. Jack could feel himself dripping into your tight fist as he bit down on the thick wool of a blanket, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Nonetheless, he remained obedient and kept his hips as still as possible while your hand worked him into oblivion.

[imaginepirates]

I love your take on potc characters and your headcanons for them. It’s just amazing. If it’s not a bother, I was wondering how do you think those characters would be as a parent? I mean we haven’t seen much parenting even for those that had kids in canon.

Ok so I actually have a few posts about this for James (hc)(hc)(hc) and Barbossa (fic) but! I can always expand. I also have one for Beckett (hc) since I'm obsessed with the idea.

Jack – Oh god. This is such an interesting question, because I firmly believe that Jack is actively against having children. He really and truly cannot fathom the idea of having kids of his own and being torn between caring for them on land where they can lead good lives and being at sea where he himself is happy. It’s a moral conflict he just can’t bring himself to face. His idea of what a child’s life should be like is shaped by his relationship with Teague and the ways in which he recognizes his own childhood lacked structure and support. He knows he can’t be the parent he needed when he was younger, and is thus against having children at all. If he were to have kids of his own, he would have to make the painstaking decision to leave them on land. A pirate ship is no place to raise a child; it’s dangerous and unpredictable. In his eyes, the best place for a kid to grow up is in a place of more stability, where they might have a better chance at finding a legitimate profession and keep themselves out of the trouble Jack has lived in his whole life. Rather than having biological kids, I can more see him acting as a sort of father-figure to a lot of young boys who end up working on the Pearl, teaching them the ropes and watching as they grow in their abilities and confidence.

Elizabeth – Elizabeth would be an interesting parent to have, for sure. I think her relationship with motherhood would be something very complex. For one, she has nothing to go off of, having had no mother of her own for most of her life. With her father gone, she can’t ask his advice, either. She’s such a fiercely independent and active person, too, that mothering may feel like an obstacle for her sometimes. That being said, I think she loves her children dearly and wants to do her absolute best for them. She teaches them all she knows—from proper behavior at formal functions to sword-fighting multiple enemies at once. She’s going to have the most well-rounded kids of all time, tbh. I’ve always kept this image in my mind of her showing up to a meeting of the Brethren Court with a kid just strapped to her front in a sling across her chest, and nobody says a damn thing. This also works as a method of volume control because nobody dares raise their voice and make the baby cry. I have an intrinsic need to see this happen, actually. I love the idea of her kids having pirate baby-sitters half the time when she needs to do something dangerous; Pintel and Ragetti act as honorary uncles, Barbossa as a granddad. Jack is the wine aunt. In all, her kids probably lead a kind of busy, chaotic life with people coming and going throughout their childhoods, but they have ties to an abundance of people who simply adore them. 

James – The most devoted, doting father ever. James is terrified to mess things up as a parent, and is always worrying that he won’t be any good at it. He adores his children and has unparalleled dedication to them. He wants them to have a good scholarly education, something he never had, but if they choose the military over school, he’ll personally oversee as much of their training as he can. He’s a deeply caring father, too. Though not good at expressing his own feelings, he’ll do anything for his children when they need him. He wants them to feel safe when coming to him, something he could never do with his own father. He makes sure to spend quality time with his kids doing things that aren’t school or work, instead playing games or taking them out riding or reading to them. When the kids are young, he’ll take naps with them on his chest, holding them close. He recognizes that he may have to be absent for long periods of time due to the nature of his job, and it tears at him. His greatest fear is going to sea for months while his children are still relatively little and coming home to find that they don’t remember him. Thus, he works hard to be as present as possible while he’s home, wanting desperately to make a positive impact on their lives. 

Will – Honestly, I feel like Will would make the most sane parent. After resolving things with his own father, he’s one of the people with the fewest daddy issues, and actually has a dad to ask questions of when he needs advice. Will feels like a very relaxed parent, not putting a lot of pressure on his kids. He was poor for most of his life, and though he wants better for his children than he had for himself, he also knows that happiness can be found working simple jobs. He’s very open to his children’s wishes and interests, and he’ll support them in pretty much damn anything. He definitely advises not becoming a pirate, though. Assuming the curse has lifted for him by the time he has children, he spends a lot of time with them. If it hasn’t, then he exploits loopholes and just has his kids come aboard the Dutchman as often as possible. He wants to be a presence in the lives of his children, and takes active steps to ensure it. I think he’s a little in awe as he watches them grow up, so impressed by all the things they accomplish, doing things he’d never even dreamed of when he was their age. He’s their number one hype man, too. 

Beckett – I have…feelings about Beckett as a father. He’s not a particularly present one, given that he has zero knowledge on how to take care of kids. There’s a nanny, no question. He doesn’t really know how to properly bond with his children, but does ensure that they get the best education possible and that they have access to a wealth of resources. Especially as the children start to get older and enter society properly, he has a good time with them making snarky commentary about the social scene. Sass is the name of the game. Speaking of games, I do see him as the type to enjoy chess, and he feels a wave of pride whenever his kids beat him. He’s overprotective and possessive—he refuses to let his children suffer in fear as he did when he was their age. He has Mercer with them as a bodyguard whenever they leave the house. If anything happens to his kids, Beckett is not above having the person responsible killed. I think he has a certain terror of being alone, and though he’s not the best at socializing with his children, he never truly wants them to leave.  

Barbossa – Hector is another doting father. He’s led a rough life, and though he doesn’t want that for his children, he’s not above taking them to sea when they grow old enough to sail. Before that, though, he leaves them on land with someone else, coming to visit every so often bearing gifts from all the places he’s been in the meantime. He can afford some degree of comfort for his children, too, and he certainly doesn’t spare that expense—if he can’t be there for his children, they’ll want for nothing else, dammit. Barbossa can’t give up his pirating ways to raise his kids on land himself, which is unfortunate, but the truth. If they do choose to go to sea, he takes them on as cabin-boys (or girls, he doesn’t give a fuck), and lets them learn and progress just like everyone else. I think he’d be happy to have them around, though a little concerned for their welfare. He knows better than anyone how dangerous a life at sea can be. Still, he isn’t too worried; he’s a realist if nothing else, and knows that there are chances for both good and bad. He puts effort into teaching his children and making sure they’re safe and cared for, but he’s a bit more hands-off than some of the others so his kids don’t feel like they’re suffocating. He lets them learn things for themselves, but makes sure they know they always have a (sort of) stable place to return to should they need it. 

(also, if there’s anyone else you’d like to see for this, I think I could probably expand on the list)

[piratesofthecaribbeanwritings]

Ahoy and hello,

Welcome to the pirates of the caribbean writing blog. Here, you'll find fanfics, oneshots, headcanons, imagines, and moodboards.

A bit about me

I've been a writer for 6 years, and writing is my passion and pirates of the caribbean is my hyperfixation. I've been researching about the 18th century because of the pirates of the caribbean, and I wish to continue that trend. By all means, I'm no historian, but the timeline fascinates me.

You may request anything at your whim.

Ocs, self inserts, and ships are accepted!

Send requests through the asks or submissions box.

Matchups are open! Matchups will include why I ship you, the outfit you'd wear (please describe your fashion style or link photos of what you'd likely wear), and relationship information.

Provide your pronouns and a small summary about you.

I respect and welcome the lgbtq+ community. I also welcome anyone who has a disability or is nuerodiverse. This blog is a safe space for all.

Requesting an oc requires information and summary, I need details on appearance and personality, clothing and and pronouns.

Self inserts require the same format. However, this will be in the form of x readers.

When requesting NSFW 🔞 and anything triggering, I will label warnings above or the "keep reading" so you may click to view at your discretion.

Since potc is based in the 18th century, age gaps are accepted. However, I will not go below anything under 18, especially in NSFW.

My limits are no under-age romance or NSFW fetishes (not that I have anything against it, I'm just not comfortable writing those topics), I will NOT write the potc characters committing dispicable acts of SA or abuse. Degrading anyone isn't accepted, homophobia, heterophobia, transphobia, biphobia, acephobic etc is not welcomed.

This will take place in the 18th, meaning I will use nautical terms and lingo. If you are curious, I will write the words meanings at the top of the page.

Toward any of the historians, I accept criticism, but please don't go on a rant if I get something wrong. As I said, I'm no historian, I'm just someone who researches on websites to get the meaning.

Raise the sails and request away!

[demigoddessqueens]

Imagining an AU where James lives….

But I can easily imagine a scenario where Norrington and his s/o are like that Victorian couple who break face and laugh while trying to hold still for a portrait

(He’d have the cutest smile 😁)

[witchthewriter]

(𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    

Warnings: Mentions of Davy Jones’ locker, death, violence and piracy (yay!)

a/n: message me/comment if you want to be tagged in any of my posts x 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

🌿ENTP 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Sagittarius Rising  

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:  

How’s It Gonna End by Tom Waits

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・It wasn’t easy being with Jack, then again, it wouldn’t have been easy being with you either - 

・Over the years you had gotten into a flow - knowing each other’s quirks, your wants and desires; vices and virtues. 

・When other people are around you - that’s when it isn’t easy. Because all they see is two people on a whole other planet - you have inside jokes, lingo, a way of communicating that others can’t comprehend quick enough

・And when Jack gets attention from others ... you have to admit, you do get a little jealous. Okay, a lot jealous. 

・Especially when he’s around women, he can’t help but flirt back. And it’s taken a while for him to learn to cut it out

・Captain Jack Sparrow has always been known for his extravagance, his over-the-top nature. And you’re known for your chaos, your unruly nature; and of  course your clumsiness. 

・But somehow your clumsiness is always connected to luck. Knocking something over will somehow lead to a distraction where you’re able to escape later on. 

・You found each other in your youth. Constantly rescuing each other by chance - destiny always found a way for you to run into each other 

・The stories you could tell! 

・The amount of times you’ve pulled each other from the brink are countless

・Where one went, the other was always soon to follow

・You have no idea how many times you both faced the gallows

・They didn’t seem all that frightening now 

・You loved the Black Pearl just as much as Jack. You saw her as your freedom.

・When Jack was pulled from your world into Davy Jones’ locker, you went straight in there with him. 

・The Kraken was the easy part. The time spent in that godforsaken desert was hell. Literal hell. 

・Unluckily, you didn’t end up in the same place. 

・Davy knew Jack would be fine if you were with him, so he separated the both of you. 

・And in the time frame, Jack had inched closer to insanity - not having you by his side made his mind plunge into instability 

・You thought it was fun ... at first (insanity was/is second nature to you.)

・But Davy had more tricks up his sleeve, ones that he somehow knew would get to you

・Then little crabs started appearing. 

     “Aw rocks.” You said out loud, moving to lay down and gaze at the perfectly rounded sphere.

“Oh, not rocks. Rocks with legs-”

・And when they moved, you followed 

・ “Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU REAL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ‘ERE?” Jack bellowed from the moving Black Pearl

     “YOU JUMPED, I JUMPED.” 

“Oh yes, Kraken. I remember now, he was a slimey smelly big thing wasn’t he-”

・You found your way on deck and Jack swooped you into his arms. He held you close against him, holding one hand on the back of your head. 

・Now others think it weird, but Jack likes to smell you. So when you were nuzzled in his arms, he did exactly that

・ When you found everyone on the beach, you nearly ran to Tia Dalma. She’s been a close friend throughout the years. 

・You didn’t feel any resentment towards Elizabeth. Holding onto grudges didn’t make sense in your line of work. 

・And you kept her secret. 

・The relationship with you and Jack means you share a lot of the same enemies. 

・Barbossa, the man who marooned the two of you on separate islands, had come back to save you from Davy Jones Locker. It made you laugh. You actually audibly laughed when you saw him

・Although you did like Jack the monkey

・Will was ... less than enthused to see you

・Only because he thought you were bat sh*t crazy

・But Elizabeth could only blush - she didn’t look you in the eye until a week later

・You were present during the meeting of the Bretheren Court. And were incredibly excited to see Jack’s father again. 

・Back in the day he and yourself hit it off nearly instantly. He thought you would have made a brilliant Pirate Lord, if only you weren’t so clumsy

・To Jack’s disbelief you wanted a war with the East India Trading Company

    “They’ve taken too much from us, Jack.”

・Yet again, destiny had spared you. The fight with Davy Jones and Beckett had caused many casualties, but neither you or Jack had been hurt

・You were able to sail away... until Gibbs had fallen asleep and the Pearl was stolen yet again

・Jack has mastered how to patch you up; cuts, burns, bullet wounds etc. In another life, he would have made a great healer. And when you brought how talented he is with remedies and such, he said: “Love, I’m only good at this because I’m looking after you. I couldn’t care about anyone else.” 

・Jack likes listening to you read out loud. But most of the time you get bored of the story and start making things up, while still holding the book so Jack has no idea what the real plot of the story is ... 

・Many might think you two have a treasure cove of riches. But really you just have a small tockens of each other on your persons

・He has a trinket that you found many years ago in his hair, twisted around a dreadlock

・You wear a ring of his. He gave it to you as a sign of his affection and love. A little like a promise ring

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Drama Queen (Jack) x Drama Queen x3 (You)

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You say to Jack) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Jack replies to You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You’re His Lucky Charm

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖:  

Love, Pet, Sweetheart, Sunshine. 

Jack likes to make nicknames up on the spot as well, especially when he wants to cheer you up. He’ll string two random words together and they may not even be sweet - but the way he says it ... he can make anything sound sensual. 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch and Gift Giving

Jack is big on words. But what really gets to him is when you compliment him - when the words are coming from you, they mean something. People might think Jack is a touchy feely guy; but he’s really not. He’s calculating with how he touches you - moving hair behind your ear, being the big spoon, dancing with you. His favourite love language is gift giving both giving and receiving. He absolutely ADORES presents. Especially all things sparkly. 

Tagged: @sardonic-the-writer, @roguesknights.

[multifandomfix]

Cuddling With Hector Barbossa Would Include

Expect him to be reluctant at first. Like really reluctant. He’ll think he’s above that sort of thing and it’s too soft for a pirate to do.

But oh boy when you convince him that first time to let you cuddle with him for a few minutes, something in him just snaps.

He actually really likes it. He’s touch starved as all hell and hasn’t even realized it until you’re cuddled in nice and cozy beside him.

Of course, he still tries to play it off as something he doesn’t enjoy, and begrudgingly only does for you, but you see through it easy enough.

You’ve noticed he prefers to cuddle late at night, where there’s a very reduced risk of being caught and interrupted. And you’re fine with that, as it’s a wonderful way to end your night with him.

For anon

Hector Barbossa: @whither-the-wind-goes, @bluenystic, @shyposttree, @fog-on-the-moon, @music-bird, @phantomofclownery

[before-the-black-pearl]

Thanks to Tumblr, I now have the headcanon that Jack had long hair as a kid and he got his hair in the YJS books because Teague fucked up while giving him a haircut.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hey there! First time requesting haha but I LOVE your writings!

Anyway may I request some relationship headcanons with Jack, Barbossa and Davy? Thank you and have a good day <3

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

Being in a relationship with them 🫂

Jack sparrow:

Jack sparrow, Jack sparrow in a committed relationship is a very special thing. Gibbs even said, "Jack stayin' is like treasure, ye can't lose him cause he values ya too much."

Nights out on the pearl with dancing and music.

Learning how to sail and join the piracy life; plundering the other ships and pillaging those that have treasure.

Jack would match you to his freedom, his soul for the pearl.

Jack being more genuine with you then his previous love interests.

He would still flirt with many lasses but wouldn't commit to them.

Smiling every time he saw you sail the pearl.

Passionate snogging, picture the most dramatic scene in the world, and him kissing you on the forecastle of the ship.

Jack "trying" to impress you with something you like, even if it may involve a dangerous chase with Master Gibbs.

Jack learning to be a good person for you. Only you, he ain't gonna give up the pirate life savvy.

Jack may be on edge with having a child.

Drinking rum together.

Master Gibbs asking about you and Jack. He likes that scuttlebutt of your relationship.

Marriage may be something he has thought about. "See, I'm the captain, and I can give my blessings on my ship, whaddya say love hm."

Jack may be choatic, tred lightly.

Jack would flirt a lot. He would treat you like he treats freedom as his first beloved.

Jack would have "things" and values you first before Master Gibbs.

Jack Sparrow is always showing you adventure and loves to lay with you in the sand on a beach.

Alot of snogging on that beach.

Imagine you're in his cabin, talking about sweet nothing's, and finally, you start start to kiss him until an interruption from one of the crew mates happened. You squeal in embrassment as Jack says, "Oi, can't-cha wait a little longer mate".

Seeing the sun fall each night and being in the arms of Jack Sparrow as he tells his adventures featuring 'a dashing captain who saved a fine lass from evil buccaneers'.

Jack would mature and start to become committed. He would risk his life from the depths of jones's locker to save you.

Know once you have Jack, treat him like treasure cause that's rare to come by.

Hector Barbossa:

Hector would have a secret affair. He would visit you on land to spend his days with you.

Having peaceful evenings in his quarters or his dining room with you.

Barbossa is more genuine with you, and no tricks or surprises come with it.

He feels the serenity he once did when he's on the pearl.

Being a passionate man, that would even make Jack Sparrow jealous.

You gave him something to believe in and fight for.

He would be protective of you. Perhaps if you knew how to fight, he would back off a bit but still throw a cutlass at a cur for you.

Touching. lot of touching, he would touch your shoulders, neck, face, cheek and hold your body close to him.

Star gaze with you, he would tease you if you got a star wrong.

Act tough and wants you to see him as tough. Despite him only being human, you know when he has his down moments.

He would act in many ways to impress you, but he'll break down his wall to show you who he is, even if he isn't "the best" in the world.

Having insecurity if you showed interest in having a child.

Marriage would be a possible thought, although it would be done under his blessings and not told amongst any of his men.

Kissing him would be passionate, full of touching of your body.

He would carry a miniature portrait of you when he's sailing.

Sometimes drifting off at the ocean missing your presence.

Sparrow mocking him, oh yes, even Jack's smart enough to figure it out.

"Tell me, who's that woman you've been catching fancy? Could've sworn her name starts with y/n, y/n parsley, no tha's not it, Ah y/n L/N that's it."

"Shut It Sparrah."

Barbossa wouldn't forget you. He would hold you dearly close and value every dabloon worth of you. You're his treasure.

Davy Jones:

Davy would still be in heartbreak over Calypsos betrayal. He wouldn't be able to move from his past until he met you.

You brought him light, life, and hope once again.

He would be softer and kinder to you and mutter small words like "mah heart beats fah you" or "Yah be me savouir."

Having you as his beacon to ease his pain. He would need comforting in your presence.

He would fight for you or anything that comes to destroy you.

Kissing would involve him caressing you with his tentacles and planting his slimy lips on yours.

He could potentially turn human from your kindness. You've given him pieces of humanity.

His past would still remain, it haunts him and nothing can rid of it.

When he's playing the organ, you listen and comfort him.

He would still act cruel, but if you didn't want a person to die, he would let them join the crew in place request for not killing them.

A new pain occurred within him of letting you re join land. However, he can't let you go because he would miss you dearly.

Settling a deal to Calypso to let you live and for once has a redemption arch.

Playing a new song that's a thought of you.

Tossing the locket around his neck into the sea and feeling more at peace.

He would resurface to be with you.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[scottishoctopus]

I get that you’re not a ghost, Cap’n.

…But are you technically dead?

"More of ye personal questions, hm? Very well- uh. When Ah carved out that traitorous heart out of mah chest, Ah suppose Ah sort of died as Ah had passed out. When Ah woke up, Maccus informed me that mah heart had ceased beatin' in mah bluddeh hand and he thought Ah had indeed died...but Ah did nae.

Ah believe Calypso's curses had ultimately brought me back in the end- uh." He finishes with bitterness in his voice.

[zenzeroruletheworld]

Jack Sparrow is definitely a daddy's boy

[wr1t3w1tm3]

I think I know why Jack shooting Barbossa worked.

TLDR: moonlight resets the flesh facade. When it isn't reset prior to becoming mortal, Barbossa dies.

So even though they're affected by the curse during non-moonlight hours, they're only skeletal under the moonlight. And as observed, their flesh, whether more of a facade or truely, physically there, is susceptible to pain (ie with Pintel and Raghetti getting hot coals dropped on them during the Sack of Port Royal). The only sensations they don't feel are the pleasurable ones.

So we know Barbossa at the very least felt the shot. And if we take what Will and Elizabeth did too the three pirates they fought, we know that the flesh disappears in the moonlight and reappears once they are out of it. Hence why they were able to stick the skeletons together, stick a bomb in the ones ribcage, and have it blow them to smithereens.

The moon is the key here. Barbossa is shot, doesn't move, and Will puts the last two coins in the chest. Barbossa remains fleshy, he doesn't expose himself to moonlight. Hence, he became mortal with a gaping chest wound. The flesh finally became affected, as evidenced by him feeling the cool night air ("I'm... cold"). Meaning, blood flow is returning (as it appears that it wasnt present while cursed) and since Barbossa can't just step into the moonlight to reset his chest wound, he dies.

We see the same affect with Pintel. Pintel is shot by Barbossa to see if the curse is lifted with Elizabeths blood. He has a hole visible through his clothes, a theoretically he should die or at least be injured once the curs is broken. But there is no such evidence. Why? Because unlike Barbossa, Pintel was exposed to moonlight and became skeletal. And when he got his flashback, the wound was gone. From this wr can conclude the moonlight is what caused the wound to disappear, and had Barbossa stepped into it, he would've survived. But he didn't, so he died.