#pirates of the carribean at worlds end

[owenhcrper]

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD'S END - Costume design by Penny Rose

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Okay TV weddings are cute and all but name a more iconic wedding scene than Will and Elizabeth Turner’s cause they were literally married by the man who kidnapped the bride and killed the groom’s dad, WHILE killing sea creature-people things and while reciting their vows to each other and their witnesses along with the psychopathic officiant were two other previously undead freaks who tried to kill her the first time they met her and a fucking immortal monkey.

And don’t even get me started on the way he spun her like they were dancing. That. Was. Everything.

You can’t get weddings like those on sitcoms.

[batuurebel]

I think we were all too harsh on Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World’s End in 2007. Any movie that has a pirate officiate a wedding while helming a ship and fighting off undead sailors and saying shit like “Dearly Beloved, we be gathered here today… TO NAIL YER GIZZARDS TO THE MAST, YE POXY CUR!” with an epic musical score playing is probably at least a 8/10 for that alone

[imagines--galore]

Since you're asking for prompts,I was envisioning Will confessing to the reader in the same way George confessed to Charlotte in Queen Charlotte (the "my heart calls your name" confession) and thought it would suit Will really well!! Like maybe reader puts herself in danger by trying to save Will or something idk

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: I just ADORE Will Turner so much :3 and I love Charlotte the series as well so this was the PERFECT blend! Sorry for any mistakes folks! Also If you read this please please tell me what you think!!!

Your head was pounding. And not from drinking too much ale. You were sure of it.

Blinking your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Normally you would wake in a hammock onboard the Black Pearl, with the gentle sway of the ship welcoming you to another day.

But everything was steady and there was no creaking or moaning of the ship as it sailed.

Your eyes blinked once more, to clear them from any remaining sleep. Slowly your brain began to recall the last thing you remembered.

Davy Jone's crew.

A fight on an island.

Fleeing to the Black Pearl.

The Kraken attacking the ship.

The entire crew fighting valiantly to save themselves and their ship.

Huge tentacles rising from the mysterious depths of the waters you had traveled for so long.

Ready to kill.

To drag someone to a watery grave.

To drag Will to his doom.

Will!

You sat up with a loud gasp, eyes frantically darting from one end of the unfamiliar room to the other before finally landing on a familiar figure that had only just stepped into the room.

Will Turner stood at the threshold, holding a bowl of what could only be food. The scent of it wafted through the air and your stomach grumbled in protest at being denied nourishment.

Yet you could not move. Could only stare at the man as he stood before you.

"I see I managed to save you then." You finally said, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He was looking at you as if you were the very moon that hung in the sky. Which was utterly ridiculous because that was how he saw Elizabeth.

"And that we managed to escape in one piece." You raised a hand to your head, only to be greeted by a bandage wrapped around the entirety of it. A slight twinge of pain against your left temple made you aware of where exactly your injury was. "So, what did I miss? After I passed out?"

Whatever emotional turmoil Will had been battling he pushed it aside in favor of walking forward and handing the bowl to you. As you began to spoon the watery broth to your mouth, he pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed.

"After you passed out, we all piled into the lifeboats. I managed to haul you in as well." He paused almost looking at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him. "And you expect me to thank you for saving me?" You asked in a dry tone, to which he rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Elizabeth was the last of us to get on. But Jack.........Jack stayed. To act as diversion for the kraken."

Your eyes widened and you dropped your spoon into your nearly empty bowl. "He...what?" You whispered, sounding just as in disbelief as you felt. Sorrow passed over Will's feature as he nodded gravely. "Jack's dead, Y/n." He confirmed, to which you took a shuddering breath and closed your eyes, before slowly falling back against the wall behind you.

The both of you sat in silence, with Will reaching out to gently and almost hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours as a sign of comfort. "I'm sorry, y/n. I knew you were close." Tears pricked your eyes but you didn't let them fall. Though you did give a small nod. "As close as a person can be with someone who took them under their protection."

That had been the extent of your relationship with Jack. Your families were old friends, and even related by blood somewhere down the line. And when you had decided to travel the seas as a pirate, Jack had been the one who agreed to let you sail with him. Not many pirates were happy having a female presence onboard, but you had proved yourself enough times that it no longer bothered them.

You had been with Jack through thick and thin. Through fire and water. You had been the only one on his side, along with Gibbs, when Barbossa had mutinied against him.

If it weren't for Jack, you wouldn't have realized your dream of becoming a pirate. And if it hadn't been for Jack, you would never have met Will Turner.

When you had first met Will, him and Jack had just arrived at Tortuga to look for a ship to go after Will's beloved Elizabeth. You had been slightly mistrustful towards him at first, and also a little jealous since Jack seemed to be spending all his time with him. But given how easily Will had befriended the rest of the crew, despite his own mistrust of pirates, you had taken to forming an unlikely acquaintanceship.

You were the best swords woman of your age, and it showed when you would take to the deck and practice every single day.

                                          ————————–

Then one day, your sword clashed with Will's.

Your eyes met over the joined blades, gauging the silent question in his. A smirk was your response before you stepped to the side and raised your sword in response.

And so a battle of wits and skill began.

Your swords clashed, your feet danced, your gazes never wavered and neither did your determination.

The entire deck was your practice ground, and the rest of the crew had gotten well out of the way when they had seen the both of you begin to duel. The both of you used every prop to gain the upper hand. But never once did either of you try a dirty trick. And while there had been a sense of pride behind each fell of your swords, slowly they began to grow playful. As did your words.

Back and forth, back and forth. With your swords and with your teasing insults and quips. Smiled full of passion and energy playing about your lips as you both danced to a tune only you could here.

It finally stopped when Jack called out to you. Neither of you yielded, or allowed the other to gain the upper hand. So, with sweat lining your brows and barely able to get a word out with how you both panted for breath, you were only able to smile at one another and say.

"To be continued good sir?" You had said in a slightly mocking yet playful tone to which he had grinned and given you a little bow before speaking.

"As the lady wishes."

But you never did pick back up on the match.

Instead the both of you would simply find each other and talk. He spoke of his life growing up as an orphan, with no money and no family. You had spoken of your own struggles, and slowly, without you realizing, in the weeks that it took you to finally catch up to the Black Pearl, you were made aware of your true feelings for Will.

You would watch him as he interacted with the rest of the crew, and on more then one occasion Jack had caught you simply smiling at him. He had tried to discourage you, telling you of who Will really loved and how nothing could be done about it.

Especially not when he was in love with Elizabeth.

You knew of the consequences, but you simply enjoyed his company too much to just stop spending time with him. And while you knew you were setting yourself up for a lot of heartache, it didn't stop you from forming a companionship with Will.

Although that too came to an abrupt and almost cruel end.

To cut a long story short, Elizabeth was rescued and Barbossa was defeated. Jack had his ship and his crew.

And Will returned home to marry Elizabeth.

Whatever friendship had been blossoming between the both of you had fizzled out the moment Elizabeth had been rescued. And though you knew you were setting yourself up for heartbreak, you did not comprehend just how much it would hurt. How his lack of presence would effect you. He hadn't even offered a proper goodbye when he had left. You had thought that perhaps as a friend he would do you the courtesy, but it was not so.

He never looked back at you.

Not once.

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And so you decided to put him out of your mind. But never your heart. You couldn't put him out of your heart and it only made you miss him more.

So when he returned, this time for the purpose of saving Elizabeth once more, you were cold towards him. Cold and distant, even when he had approached you to speak with you. Your heart had cursed you for not speaking with him, but you were still too hurt over his dismissal of you the last time that you had no desire to forgive him.

All that vanished though, when Davy Jones appeared and agreed to take Will aboard the Flying Dutchman. You knew it was Jack's doing, that he had a plan in place, but that didn't stop you from stepping forward and volunteering to go along with him.

Out of love? Out of desperation? Out of your compulsion to protect the people you cared about? You did not know.

Jack had tried to protest, but Davy Jones accepted.

And so you found yourself standing beside Will, watching as the Black Pearl sailed away, leaving you onboard a ship of dangerous pirates, and a man who did not know how much you loved him.

At every turn, you tried your best to help him. You had learned long ago when to keep your head down and simply follow orders. Will was not a pirate. He picked up every chance he could to fight back. And when he discovered his father was one of the crew members, you had comforted him. And when he had been punished for his mistake with lashings, you had been the one to tend to him, cleaning his wounds and wiping away the blood. You had held his hand as he twitched from the pain, had stroked his hair when he needed a comforting touch.

Your mind screamed at you, at how you were setting yourself for heartbreak once more. But your heart rejoiced. You knew he was doing whatever he was to help Elizabeth, to save her, but you couldn't help it. All those feelings you had buried came rushing back to the top.

Your escape from the Flying Dutchman as well as the Kraken was pure luck. However, by your second encounter with the Kraken, when it came after Jack, your luck had run out.

You had been trying your best to avoid the lashing tentacles, as they grabbed man after man and threw them into the sea. You had successfully avoided capture, but only barely. Your eyes had frantically searched the deck, looking for a way to avoid yet another tentacle when you had spotted Will.

With a tentacle gliding his way to swipe him off his feet and into the water below.

You had screamed his name, had felt yourself leap into action. You ran, throwing yourself forward to push him out of the way. And you succeeded. Only for the tentacle, meant for Will, to hit your body with a force that had your teeth rattling and for you to go flying.

A flash of pain was all you felt at the side of your head. A voice calling out your name in utter alarm and despair was all you remembered.

And then darkness.

                                          ————————–

Presently, you blinked away your tears as you set aside the bowl and looked around. It was the first time that you noticed you were in some sort of bed built into the wooden walls. The air smelled heavy and musty. Familiar even.

"Are we at Tia Delma's hideout?" You asked, to which you received a nod in response. "How many of us survived?" Will pursed his lips at her question, and you knew the answer could not be good. "Only a few. Gibbs made it. As did the both of us. And Elizabeth." Of course she did, you thought to yourself.

Wanting to change the subject you raised a hand to your head to press your fingers tenderly against your covered temple. "How long have I been asleep?" The thinning of Will's lips told you just how displeased he was with the answer he gave. "Three days. You were barely alive when we reached Tia Delma. She took one look at you and took you to this room. Working on you for hours before finally letting me in to see you." He admitted, sounding almost angry at the woman.

"Remind me to thank her later." You said with a small smile, as you leaned your head back against the wall and sighed. Your hand came up to fiddle with the skull and cross gold necklace that rested at your throat. "I can't believe he's gone." You whispered, feeling the loss of your friend deeply.

"Elizabeth is in pieces because of it."

You blinked. "Why would she be in pieces over Jack's death?" You asked. You had suspicions that the girl never really liked Jack. There was always some sort tension between the both of them.

"Because she loved him."

Will's words had you blinking in utter surprise.

"What?"

He frowned at the confusion on your face. "I thought you knew?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh yes Will, Elizabeth and I sit together for tea and gossip about our love lives." The statement did make him crack a little smile before he continued.

"Well now you know. Elizabeth loved Jack."

"But I thought you loved her. Weren't you going to marry her?" You asked, allowing your curiosity to show. With all that had happened, neither of you had been able to properly sit and speak. Not when your lives had been in constant danger by either cannibals, or mad pirates or mythical creatures or the Company.

So many people were out to kill all of you.

"I was. I thought I loved her. But I realized, when we got back home, that it was nothing but infatuation. She was the one who rescued me when I was found adrift. And we grew up together. So, I allowed my boyhood feelings to grow into something that was never meant to be." He paused for a moment. "Those feelings are all gone now. And I was glad she found someone to love. For a little while." He added sadly, glancing in the direction the door where Elizabeth was probably sitting beyond. You did too, almost expecting Jack to come swaggering in with his usual land-legs and a bottle of ale in his hand.

"I never expected Jack of all people to die. He seemed almost immortal." You admitted.

"Well he proved he was a mortal man and met his doom. And you would've followed him too, if Tia Delma hadn't been here." You glanced at him curiously, not understanding the tone of his voice. He was glaring at you, his eyes almost stormy. "How could you be so reckless? What you did was extremely dangerous, even for you Y/n."

"You mean saving your life?" A frown creased your brow. "I did what I did to save you Will. And if that is a crime then take me to the brig." You snapped with a roll of your eyes. "And aren't people usually grateful to those who save them?"

He glared at you. "Not at the expense of their own life. The Company is taking over the seas, we need every good pirate we can get."

Anger coursed through your veins. "Oh so thats why you were worried about me? Because you didn't want to loose a good pirate. Its all about strategy with you isn't it?" All your past hurt and heartache was beginning to simmer under the surface, and if you weren't careful you would probably say something you would regret. But you didn't care.

His nostrils flared. "How could you think its simply because of that? Do you truly believe I am that shallow?" He spoke angrily to which you gave a mocking nod. "Of course I do. I mean why else would you ignore me once you gained my friendship?"

"I never-"

But you cut him off. "I thought we were friends Will. But the moment you rescued Elizabeth you ignored me as if you never knew me. As if we didn't spend weeks in each other's company. And then you came back, and I was there with you on the Dutchman, but as soon as you saw Elizabeth, once more you pushed me aside. I am not something you can use whenever you desire before putting it aside to gather dust. And even when I save your life, when I rescue you, you say such things to me?" Your voice had slowly started to rise in octave with each passing word. It was a good thing no one was within earshot to hear you.

Will looked angry with every word that came out of your mouth. "You put yourself in grave danger, Y/n. You always have no regard for your own life or your own safety and it worries me."

"And why should that bother you? Or even worry you for that matter. What am I to you?"

"I only wish to help you Y/n. To protect you-" He reached out with his hand almost as if he were about to touch you but stopped.

You turned your head away. "I did not ask for your protection Will, I do not need it. Why would you wish to protect me?"

"Because-" But you didn't allow him to finish.

"Is it because you think of me as some damsel in distress?" He shook his head.

"No Y/n-" Once again he was interrupted from saying his piece.

"Or you do not believe me to be capable of doing anything."

His voice was almost pleading, imploring you to listen to him. "Y/n-"

But you barely heard him, allowing your hurt and pain to blind you as you spoke. "Why? Why do you wish to protect me so?"

"Because I love you!"

His deceleration came out in a shout. One that echoed in your ears and had your mouth parting in utter surprise, while you stared at him in utter disbelief.

For his part, Will had stood from his chair, hands buried in his hair as he began to pace the length of the small room, still speaking in an almost frenzied and desperate manner.

"From the mo-" His voice broke as he met your gaze. "From the moment I saw you." Suddenly he was sitting in front of you on the bed, clutching at your hand in an almost desperate manner as he continued. "I have loved you from the very second I saw you." His words washed over you like a warm ocean breeze.

"I love you desperately Y/n." His voice was trembling, every word sounding almost broken as he spoke. "My heart calls your name. And I cannot loose you. I cannot." With each word his hands raised to cup your face, only to bring you forward and press your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

And you returned it.

You felt your heart heal and break at the same time as he brushed a hand against your bandages. Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against your own. "I cannot do this without you, Y/n." He admitted to which you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him with all your strength, hoping to pour all of your love for him in that one simple gesture. "I suppose it is a good thing I love you as well then." You whispered against his neck, to which he let out a small slightly tearful laugh. "I am aware of that. Given how you whispered it to me when you were slipping in and out of consciousness."

You pulled back, staring at wide eyed at his grinning face. "What?!"

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He gently brushed his knuckles against your cheek, a gesture that made you blush. Your hand lifted to trace along the side of his face, enjoying how he closed his eyes, as if to savour your touch.

“I will never leave you Will. Just as long as you promise to never leave me.” You said, still stroking his face.

He nodded in response. “I promise.” His hand found the back of your head, urging you forward to close the remaining distance between the both of you.

This time the kiss lasted longer then just a few seconds.

[madeleineengland]

Elizabeth Swann's costume in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

[redfish-blu]

Five hours after I say I’m just going to do some background practice.

Close ups under the cut

[artbymaranne]

Getting back into traditional painting with my pirates obsession :)

[iswateredibletho]

the queer urge to be a pirate captain bc it would mean youd have a hoard of unhinged older men ranging from pathetic to just plain evil available to you at all times ready to follow whatever you command

[pastelclovds]

i’ve watch the first three pirates of the caribbean movies, and all i have in my mind are these bitches.

pls don’t judge me on the last photo 😭

[t-annuki]

" And what makes you think I need protecting? "

Playing with light and shadows

[bayou-lafontaine]

It's always first Disney gay this, first lesbian Disney kiss that, I want what those two cursed skeleton guys from the old Pirates of the Caribbean movies had.

[trapezequeen]

“Barbossa! Marry us!”

[imagines--galore]

Hey, hope you're well! I was hoping you could write a Will Tuner × fem!reader fic? Maybe where Will is overprotective over the reader?

Thanks!

Summary: Hitting a pirate over the head to make him drop Will turned into an all out brawl. But then again those were the norm in taverns frequented by pirates. Will, however, only saw them as an event where you could get hurt in a hundred different ways. Pairing: Will Turner x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A little fight scene but nothing too graphic. A/N: I don't know. There is just something about tavern fights that get me laughing. I mean you just turn to the first person you see and throw a punch. Even though you've never even seen them before. Like wth?! Also I TOTALLY used this gif because.........well..... :3

You were downing only your second drink when you felt someone sidle up to you. Glancing at the pirate who was smiling at you in a way that had you curling your lip in disgust, you turned your attention back to your drink. Or rather your lack thereof.

"Another one for the lady!" The pirate called out in a gruff voice. You rolled your eyes. "No need. I'm done." Dropping a few coins on the counter you moved to jump down from your seat, only to have your elbow rather roughly grabbed by the pirate.

"Awww, whats the rush love? Its not polite to leave when a gentleman offers a drink." The drink had indeed arrived, but you were too busy holding back your laughter to notice. "A gentleman? Really? The only title befitting you is that of a pig." With a harsh yank that would surely leave a bruise, you freed your arm from his grip and stepped back still glaring at him.

Sensing that perhaps he was not in control of the situation, the other pirate rose to his feet, scowling down at you. He was impressively tall, you would give him that, but there was no way you were backing off. Never show weakness to another pirate, especially if they were men.

You were so busy glaring daggers at the pig that you didn't notice when your companion arrived.

"Is there a problem here?"

At the sound of his voice, your eyes shifted to the man standing just behind the filthy pig. Will stood looking between the two of you in what you could only describe as a quizzical way. It looked so adorably out of place in the seedy tavern that the corner of your mouth lifted in a shadow of a smile. The pirate seemed to get even more annoyed at the sight of Will. Barely giving the much shorter man a glance he simply growled.

"Get lost boy. This is between me and the harlot."

You saw red, and you were sure Will did as well. Given that his arm snapped out to grab the man by the shoulder to make him turn around and face him. "She happens to be my fiancee." He declared in a voice so firm and strong that for a second even you believed him. Your surprise must've shown on your face because he glanced at you and with that single look you understood what he meant.

'Play along.'

You rolled your eyes, though not wanting to hear him berate you later simply decided to go along with it. "What he said." You commented in such a flippant and uncaring manner that had Will glaring at you. The pirate, not wanting to wait any longer, turned his attention to Will, seeing him as the bigger target.

Which did make you angry since you were supposed to be protecting Will and not the other way around.

"Well I bet she would prefer to have a man take her rather then a boy." The pirate chuckled, reached out to push Will's hand from his shoulder, almost as if he were flicking at a fly.

Well that would surely be a stroke to his ego, you mused to yourself. And you were right. Will looked ready to tear off the pirate's head, and given how peace loving he was, you were impressed at how he was facing the much larger pirate.

If you hadn't made a promise to not bed the one man who could be the key to saving all of piratekind, you would surely have pulled Will into a dark corner by now.

Shaking your head to get rid of the daydream that was about to take form, you turned your attention back to Will. "And I bet she would prefer to be in the company of someone other then a filthy ape such as yourself." You made a face at his insult. He really needed to work on those.

But then maybe it wasn't so bad. It did seem to work because the pirate didn't take kindly to being compared to a monkey because he suddenly had Will by the throat. He wasn't squeezing hard, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

Panic shot through your body, propelling you to jump on top of the tavern and pick up the tankard of mead the pirate had ordered for you. With a swing you brought it down on top of his head.

And while the hit was hard enough for him to drop Will and clutch his head, it was also hard enough to bounce off his thick skull and go flying into the air where it hit another pirate. Quickly jumping down from the counter, you crouched next to Will, tilting his head back to inspect his neck.

"I had it handled." He spoke, a scowl on his forehead, probably annoyed that you had stepped in. "Having your throat squeezed is not what I call having it handled." You simply muttered to him. Will looked like he was about to say something more, but then his eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

A split second later the two of you were rolling out of the way of the now enraged pirate who went careening along the very spot you and Will had occupied moments ago. The pirate underestimated his speed and size at the starting point.

Which was why he ran straight into a nearby table of pirates who were none to pleased at being disturbed. That was probably the match that lit the fuse because not a few moments later the entire tavern was in an uproar.

The sound of guns being fired echoed in the air as pirates called insults, shrieked and yelled as they began to pummel one another. It didn't matter if they were friends or foe. In a tavern fight, all relations went out the window. Already furniture was flying through the air, and cutlasses had been drawn from their resting places as the shouts and screams grew to a crescendo.

And through it all, you and Will took refuge under a table. Luckily it was fixed to the floor, so there was no chance of it flying through the air.

Well, refuge wouldn't be the word for it.

When he had rolled you both away from being crushed, he hadn't stopped until his back had hit the legs of the table. Somehow he had managed to drag you under it and now here you were.

Lying underneath him, with him hovering over you.

Your bodies pressed together in the most sinful of ways.

And your eyes locked in a way that if anyone had looked upon you, they would've looked away out of fear that they were intruding upon an intimate moment between two lovers.

The sound of pirates fighting barely registered in your ears as you stared up at Will. You chest rose and fell with every breath you took, slightly out of breath. Then again he was no better, his warm breath fanning your features, as if he had just outrun a host of cannibals. His hands were resting on either side of your head, supporting some of his weight though still allowing your bodies to touch. Your own arms were looped around his waist and though you would never admit it to yourself, they tightened slightly, as if to keep him in place.

His gaze was warm as his eyes flickered over your features, dipping down to your slightly parted lips, the way your nose curved, how your hair fanned out behind your head in a halo. He also noticed how the front of your shirt had dipped down during your little tumble. Though not as indecent as the women he had seen at Tortuga, the placement of the shirt left him imagining more then he should have.

You were no better. Your eyes roamed over his face in an almost lazy manner. You had taken the time to observe him long ago, but this would be the first time you would observe him properly awake and alert. Not to mention you took your time just admiring his eyes and how expressive they were.

Calypso! You were turning into one of those pathetic damsels who needed to be saved all the time.

Slowly, almost agonizingly so, he began to lean down. And as the distance between you grew smaller, you eyes fluttered shut and for once you allowed your body rather then your mind to take the lead.

However just as quickly as the spell had been cast it was broken by the sound of a gun going off right next to your heads.

Instantly Will's hands wrapped around your head, pulling you into his chest as if he were trying to shield you. Luckily the gun had only nicked the leg of the table.

Still the situation would get even more out of hand soon, so it would be best if the both of you left.

"We need to get out of here." You stated once you had pulled away from his protective embrace, though not before allowing yourself one last moment of selfishness by returning the embrace. Unwinding the bandana that was always around your wrist, you made quick work of pulling your hair back from your face to keep it out of the way.

You were about to step out into the heat of things when you felt Will grip your hand. "We should stay here till things calm down." He stated as he crouched next to you. You shook your head. "This could go on for hours and will only get uglier. Its best we leave before that happens."

Glancing down where his hand held yours, you quickly flipped your hand over, allowing your fingers to intertwine. Ignoring the startled yet pleased look on his face, and wishing desperately that you weren't blushing too much.

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All you had to do was keep to the wall and keep low. It wasn't your first tavern fight and certainly not your last. And while you wanted nothing more then to start swinging your pistols and cutlass, you had to make sure Will was safe.

It didn't take long for the both of you to emerge from the tavern unscathed. And since the fighting had taken to the streets, it was a good while before the both of you had a chance to speak properly to one another.

"Well we needed a good fight to cool tempers." You stated casually, glancing around from the corner of the building where you and Will had taken respite. You barely had the chance to assess the situation when you were yanked back by Will who scowled at you. "Do you want to be hit by a stray bullet?!" He asked, sounding incredulous, though his expression was anything but.

You shrugged. "I have quick reflexes." You reasoned, though your response only had Will rolling his eyes at you. Finally dropping your hand, he pushed up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the bare skin of your forearm.

In the dim light of a nearby street lamp you could see where the pirate had grabbed you. Already there was a large bruise forming, making you wince. "Hope it doesn't last too long." You muttered, inspecting the bruise by gently poking it with a finger.

"He shouldn't have grabbed you in the first place." Glancing up you were surprised to see Will looking almost stricken at the sight of your bruise. Once again you shrugged. "It comes with being a female pirate. I learned to protect myself years ago."

"Well it shouldn't be like that." You blinked at him. His voice was one of fury and distress. And when he lifted his gaze to look at you, his eyes carried the same emotions. "You shouldn't have to protect yourself all the time."

Not at all liking the way Will was looking at you, it made your heart ache seeing him like that, you gave him a playful grin. "What? You offering to be my protector Turner?"

It was said in jest, but the look that passed over his features had you shaking your head and pointing a finger at him. "Oh no, don't you go getting any stupid ideas Will Turner." You warned him. He only grinned at you. "What? Having me as a protector would be that bad for you?" He asked, though there was a slight tease in his tone when he spoke.

You couldn't help but mirror the grin. "Well you've already taken up the role of fiancee so better to leave some options for other employees." At the reminder, Will couldn't help the small yet soft smile that played across his face. "And did I do my part justice?" He asked, reaching up to brush back a loose tendril of hair from my face.

A small laugh echoed in the alleyway as you finally allowed your eyes to meet his, finally allowed yourself to acknowledge just how close he stood. "Almost." You spoke softly, raising a hand to rest on his chest just as he leaned over you, one arm placed above your head to keep his balance. "Oh? And what could I have done to improve on my role?" He asked, raising an eyebrow even as he let his fingers brush against the softness of your cheek.

With a smile that was as mischievous as it was sinful, you grasped the lapels of the jacket he wore. "How about I show you Turner?" With that, you pulled him into the darkest corner of the alley where he eagerly followed.

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A/N: I'm a tease aren't I? :3

[redfish-blu]

my favorite sacrificial lamb <3

[hellomagicalsouls]

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

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

[hanaranjada]

Just kiss meme but make it kacchako 💋 Bonus pirate NSFW on my patreon~

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