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I mean we probably should have seen this coming you gave me an easily aroace-interpreted highly likely touch starved probably ADHD man who somehow manages to win over project directors bodyguards dignitaries and aliens alike with his swagless cringefail slightly desperate yet somehow still charming rizz that lightens the air of every room he walks into because he learns everyone's names and gives credit to people for their contributions no matter how small and uses government funding to buy everyone on site their own bag of skittles as the world is ending while also maintaining a level of humility that is really just a window into how little he really thinks of his own abilities importance and himself in general to the point where he cries because he wishes he was more than he is and then you send him to space and gave him a genius engineer/inventor alien best friend with severe PTSD and survivors guilt who reached out first and got severely co-dependantly attached to him instantaneously due to how long he was isolated to the point where he prioritizes this man's comfort over his own literally making him an atmosphere he's safe in that is actively hostile to himself and then had them both individually almost die for each other save each other and then they save the literal stars because of the force of how much they care about each other and that relationship is platonic the whole time yet it's importance is never downplayed it's celebrated its the reason they succeed what did we expect to have happen this is my brand of everything
my heart's a sea – chapter eighty-three (james norrington x wife!reader)
my heart's a sea masterlist (through chapter fifty) (starting with chapter fifty-one)
summary: James resumes his duties as commodore with his wife aboard the Dauntless with him
warnings/tags: f!reader, wife!reader, set post-cotbp, historical views of marriage and gender, brief mention of injuries and blood, threatening to cut someone's tongue out (so, mention of canon-typical violence); let me know if I've missed anything!
words: 3658
author’s note: guess who came home a day early from vacation and immediately jumped on here to post a new chapter hehehehe????? 🤭🤭 I'm actually very glad to be home, because I have to have things a very specific way when I write, and I just couldn't achieve that while I was away, so I didn't get as much writing done as I would have liked 😔😔 but I did finish this chapter, and I wanted y'all to have it as soon as possible! also, I got some absolutely lovely asks while I was away, and I plan to respond to those and catch up on other things tomorrow, but I had just enough time tonight after unpacking to post this, so other things are forthcoming! ☺️☺️
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James woke to the pale light of dawn creeping into his quarters, with you still wrapped in his embrace. Lord, what he wouldn’t have given to remain like that, with your head tucked comfortably near his, your breathing steady and peaceful as you slept happily in his arms. But he still had duties to attend to, and so he attempted to slide from bed with the least amount of disturbance to you that he could manage, aching from the loss of your touch as he settled you ever so carefully back onto the mattress and pillows, hoping that you might be able to manage a few more hours of rest. James guessed that you had achieved almost no sleep while on the pirate vessel – how could you have, given the circumstances? – and so he sincerely hoped that you might to recover some of that rest now.
Because of his intention not to wake you, he readied himself for the day with as much silence as possible, slowing down each step of his routine to ensure that he made no loud noises which might rouse you. He had managed to put on his shirt, stockings, and breeches, and it was when he went to retrieve his uniform waistcoat and coat that the lid of his trunk made an atrocious creak as he lifted it. James winced, hoping for a fleeting moment that you had not heard, but then the soft rustle of bedclothes behind him told him that you certainly had.
“James?”
In the single syllable of his name, he could hear the breathless fear in your voice, the question pulled taught with panic as your sleepy mind no doubt struggled to make sense of your strange surroundings and perhaps feared for a moment that you were back upon that horrible ship. But the first word from your lips was still his name, and he was returning to you in an instant, crawling back into bed beside you despite already being half dressed.
“I’m here, my love,” he murmured as he knelt on the mattress where you had propped yourself up, his hands gently cradling your face. He could have collapsed in relief to see the fear melt from your eyes and be replaced with that infinitely soft expression of love that he had somehow been deemed worthy to receive. “I will be attending to my duties shortly,” he told you, his thumb brushing over the soft warmth of your cheek, “but I was hopeful that you might be able to get some more well-deserved rest.” James was quite certain that he would never be over the wonder of actually feelingyour features bloom into a lovely smile beneath his reverent touch.
“Well, I know I shan’t sleep as well without your arms around me,” you whispered playfully, “but I shall do my best to recoup the hours of sleep I may have lost.” God, you were the most wonderful person James had ever met.
“I do indeed very much regret that I cannot continue to facilitate your rest, as I too have the most peaceful sleep I have yet experienced when you are in my arms.” Heavens, had he been able to say that aloud? The words had been quiet, yes, but they had articulated themselves from his lips when he had before only been able to express such delicate sentiments in ink.
“I suppose I might surrender you to the navy if you promise to hold me again tonight,” you suggested softly, your lips just fractions of an inch from his own as you leaned in.
“That is a promise I will make and keep with the utmost joy.”
Your lips were on his then, your kisses so soft and sweet that James knew there was no finer luxury to be had on this earth than to be blessed to kiss you. And kiss you he did, deeply, one hand moving to the back of your neck as he leaned slowly downwards, carefully easing you back against the pillows as he continued to happily indulge in your exquisite kisses. You hummed against his lips once you were fully settled, and he pulled away just far enough to see your eyes fluttering open, an absolutely irresistible teasing smile on your lips.
“You are very convincing, Commodore. Indeed, I should find it difficult indeed to deny any request you might make of me once you have kissed me so delightfully, so I shall indeed continue to rest – although I do still intend to hold you to your promise.”
“And rightly so,” he breathed back, leaning in for one more kiss through which he could taste the sunlight sweetness of your smile as he sank his lips onto yours.
James had to summon all his reserves of self-control to be able to pull away from you and continue his preparations for the day. As he did so, however, he was very pleased to see that you remained abed as he had hoped you might, shifting under the covers as you resettled yourself in his absence.
He buckled on his shoes and slipped on his waistcoat, doing up the buttons before he donned his thick uniform coat and adjusted his wig upon his head. He had assumed that you had fallen asleep once more, and he had tried to make all his actions as quiet as possible, but when he turned to depart his cabin, he found your eyes still open, if drooping a little with tiredness.
“Heavens, you’re so handsome,” you murmured, your voice a little thick around the edges as though you were on the verge of sleep. However, James heard the words incredibly clearly, and he could feel his cheeks pinking immediately. Lord, he knew there would never be a time when he would remain unaffected by the knowledge that you found him attractive.
He swallowed, attempting to ease his suddenly very dry throat, but even then he knew that producing coherent words was outside his current abilities. Instead, he stepped up to the bed, leaning down toward you. Although tired, your eyes were sparkling with that lovely, undimmable brightness that shone brighter than any lighthouse and could guide him home through even the most treacherous storm or the darkest night. God, you truly were the best thing that had ever happened to him.
His lips met yours then, and tasting the sleepy smile blooming upon them like a garden of brilliant flowers was threatening to send him heavenward. While in most other circumstances, James would have been beyond delighted to ride that blissful updraft and soar into the clouds of paradise, for the moment at least, he needed to keep his feet planted upon the decks of the Dauntless so that he might act as her commander.
It was with great reluctance that his lips parted from yours, but you seemed to understand the call of his duties as well as he did, because you settled yourself back against the pillows and wished him well with the sweetest smile. James, however, could not resist one last quick press of his lips to yours that had the blessed effect of sending golden spirals of your sleepy laughter spilling around him as he departed, his lips tilted upwards into an irrepressible smile even though he rarely wore such an expression while in command; you were one of the few people who could so easily coax it out of him.
As usual, when he gained the quarterdeck, Gillette was waiting with the nightly reports, and also with what appeared to be a very genuine inquiry into your wellbeing. James was extremely pleased to assure him that you were well, knowing that information would also make its way back to the rest of the crew, who were clearly also very eager to know your current state given the way many of them appeared to momentarily pause in their tasks or conversations as he was relaying your condition to the lieutenant.
James watched from the decks of his flagship as the sun lifted fully into the sky, setting the turquoise waters to glittering as favorable winds caught the sails and propelled the ship onwards towards home. Our home. He felt himself stand a little taller as he thought of it, tensing the muscles in his jaw to swallow the smile that wanted to creep onto his face at the divine concept of our home. Admittedly, he had never really longed for home before he met you, had never despaired of leaving land. There was so little to miss, just a collection of empty rooms that were typically quiet except for the scratch of his own pen or the rustle of maps and papers. But now there was… well, there was everything. Everything he dreamed about, everything he longed for. Our home.
“Sir,” Gillette interrupted these wondrous thoughts, snapping James sharply back to the present, “I wondered if, now that your most immediate concerns about your wife’s wellbeing have been addressed, you wished to make a formal report of the prisoners.”
Ah yes, that task should certainly be undertaken. It had been so relatively long since he and his men had captured any vessels or taken any prisoners that the procedures were no longer so engrained in his mind. But Gillette was indeed correct: as commander of the vessel, it was his officiating signature that was required to seal the formal report detailing the number and condition of prisoners the Dauntless had taken.
With James’ affirmative, he and Gillette were descending belowdecks toward the brig, which, James noted with pride, was far cleaner and better kept than the veritable sewer they had locked you into. And it was with that thought that the fire which had blazed through his body in the wake of discovering your capture reignited itself in his veins. He was not merely going to see any prisoners, but those fiends who dared to hold you captive. In an instant, he was wishing that the brig was far more of a bilge; these criminals deserved much worse than what they had forced you to suffer.
James kept his footsteps sharp and authoritative as he swept onto the brig, passing the neat, well-guarded cells which were now filled with unruly brigands. He had not yet had a chance to see the crew of this pirate vessel as a collective, but what he found was a mismatched, disheveled group of common criminals who seemed nowhere near as well-organized as many of those he had dealt with in the past. He suppressed a snort of derision.
James made quiet comments to Gillette who dutifully recorded them as he walked alongside, collecting the basic facts of the brig’s population. He saw that the pirate whom he had shot had evidently been patched up by Meriwether. Good, James thought, as he deserved to suffer far worse than a gunshot to the shoulder for what he had done, especially since, as James pieced the timeline together in his head from your recounting, he was fairly certain that it was that pirate who had struck you with his pistol, an utterly unforgivable offence.
He found the motley assemblage of pirates looking back at him with a mix of emotions as he passed by the cells. Some looked angry or resentful, but many did not meet is gaze at all, and instead appeared resigned to their fates. Despite the flames that were igniting inside him once more, James maintained the expressionless, stoic countenance that he typically wore whilst on duty; he would never give them the satisfaction of permitting them to know the depths of his inner feelings. Even if the more reactive impulses which were sparking to life within him hungered for justice and thirsted for blood, his more rational mind understood that little would be gained by carrying out his own vigilante retribution. Each of the criminals in the Dauntless’ hold had a noose waiting for them back on land, and James was more than content to let the crown’s judgement take its rightful course.
“Commodore!” The sudden, unexpected voice nearly succeeded in startling him, but he collected himself in time to turn slowly and deliberately toward the sound, as though it was far from a surprise. What he found when he turned was the same woman pirate who had handed him the keys to your release, the one you had called Rose. She had evidently rushed forward from the corner of the cell where she had been when she saw him pass through, her hands gripping the iron bars and the prisoners on either side of her looking decidedly displeased at having been jostled out of the way by her sudden movement.
“Yes?” James responded, easily falling back into that tone of mild impatience which he typically reserved for such criminals. She may have aided his rescue efforts in some small way, but she had also been very unkind to you in the beginning, and James would be hard-pressed to forgive that so easily.
“Mrs. Norrington,” she began, and James bit back his complete surprise. All his experience with pirates had prepared him for some pleading on her part, a reminder of how she had turned on her shipmates in the end and thus she should merit some manner of clemency. He had not at all expected her to mention you. “Is she well?”
James scrutinized her, wondering what incentive she might have to ask after your wellbeing. Perhaps she thought it would make him look upon her more favorably, and yet that seemed a stretch, given that from her words to you, it very much appeared that she knew little of how deeply he felt for you. From her own statements, she appeared to believe that he cared so little for you that he would not even bother to pay the ransom, so why would she then try to ingratiate herself to him by asking about you if she thought he hardly cared about you?
“Why the hell would you bother asking after that pathetic creature? She never did a thing for you but get us locked up here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she fainted dead away at the sound of the first cannon shot – these ladies are so bloody delicate,” one of the nearby pirates grumbled, not even bothering to look up as he muttered the offensive words. James had to clench his hand into a tight fist until he could feel the crescents of his nails digging into his palm so that he wouldn’t reach for his pistol and aim it directly at the wretch’s forehead. Instead, he tried to gather himself as much as he could despite the way he felt as though the flames within him were rising to such a blaze that sparks might begin jumping from his skin at any time. He addressed the soldier guarding the cell.
“In your time at your post, have you received any indication that this man here requires continued use of his tongue? Has he spouted any inspired verse or sought to rival the prose of Milton?” James was doing his best to ensure that his words were crisp and nearly impassive in spite of the way they wanted to smolder; this cad didn’t deserve an ounce of his attention.
“No, sir,” the soldier responded immediately. “When he has spoken, it has mainly been to swear atrociously or to hurl abuses at anyone in the vicinity.”
“Fascinating,” James replied, his words sharp, precise, and biting. “In that case, I agree that his ability to speak has little benefit to offer humanity at large. Therefore, if he speaks ill of my wife again, kindly relieve him of it so that we all might have a bit of peace.”
“Yes, sir!”
James did not look at the pirate at all despite feeling the cad’s startled gaze upon his face in the wake of his command. Perhaps nearly the whole lot of them had somehow come to believe that he was far too dedicated to his duty to have any space in his heart for his wife. Well, he was exceedingly pleased to prove them entirely wrong. He directed his attention to Rose once more.
“It seems a generous estimation indeed to think that after what my wife has suffered at the hands of you and your contemptable compatriots that she could be considered ‘well,’ but she is in far better hands now, and will recover from what she has endured.” He knew it was not the whole truth; you weren’t terribly unwell, but he had only to think of your fearful gaze darting around his cabin before you had recovered from your shock, to recall the blood Meriwether wiped away from your temple and the raw skin at your wrists, to remember how you had been gripped by terrible nightmares, sobbing in his arms. James felt very justified in laying the guilt for that at the feet of those who had caused it. Indeed, Rose must have felt the weight of it, because she lowered her head, evidently chastened.
“Of course, sir,” she murmured. “Please give her my wishes for her continued recovery.”
James merely hummed crisply in response before turning away once more and continuing his review of the rest of the prisoners. He was not yet convinced that Rose deserved any of your attention or any of his leniency. Her inquiry did appear genuine, and he judged her to be sincerely contrite about her actions, but he was not yet prepared to pass judgement, especially not when flames were still leaping through his body and threatening to set him alight once more.
With his review of the prisoners complete and the requisite report bearing his signature, James temporarily placed Gillette in charge of the vessel as he went to check on you. His movements slow and cautious, he attempted as much silence as possible, even if it was somewhat difficult to soften the crisp ring of his shoes upon the floor. You may have still been sleeping, and he didn’t wish to wake you when you certainly needed your rest as you recovered from everything.
However, as he stepped more fully into the room, he found you seated at the large table, wearing your shift and wrapped in his dressing gown. You looked up as he entered, and James could not imagine a lovelier sight than your brilliant smile as you greeted him.
“James!” you exclaimed happily, standing from the table to cross the floor toward him. And then you were in his arms, and he was holding you close, still reveling in the miracle of you being here, on the Dauntless with him, just as both of you had imagined. He did wish the circumstances that brought you here had not been so horrific, but now that the worst was passed, he was able to relish in the delightful knowledge that you truly were here with him.
“How did you sleep?” he asked as he pulled away slightly from the embrace, resting his hands gently on your shoulders as he appraised you, glancing over the wound on your head that now seemed quite insubstantial indeed.
“Not as well as when you hold me,” you told him in response, your eyes all sunlight and deep affection. “But I was able to get a bit more sleep, and I’m feeling more well-rested now.”
“That is most excellent news.” James leaned in to press an adoring kiss to your forehead, and he felt your contented hum in response, a reaction that was filling his chest with a wonderful thrumming warmth.
“But I did have an inquiry to make of you,” you began when he had pulled away, something hedging in your voice, as though you weren’t certain you should make whatever inquiry you had planned.
“Please, I would be happy to know it.” Your eyes dashed away in embarrassment in the wake of his entreaty, your hands folding together in front of you.
“Do feel free to say ‘no,’” you started, but James already knew there were exceptionally few things that he would ever deny you. “But I was wondering if it might not be too much of an imposition if I were to walk the decks? Of course I do not intend to distract you from your important command duties at all, and I know the ship now, so I certainly won’t need an escort, and I shall stay out of the way of your men, and…”
“Of course.” He hated to interject, but he wished to interrupt your flurry of nervous, self-conscious words before your worries convinced you that it would be better to rescind the inquiry. “I could think of nothing more lovely than having my wife upon the decks of my flagship with me.”
Your gaze met his instantly at his enthusiastic affirmative, and if James was not mistaken – and he didn’t think he was – he thought he saw excitement that matched his own sparking in your eyes.
“It will not be a disruption to the Dauntless’ operation?” you confirmed, and he could already hear the eager anticipation in your voice.
“Not at all,” he assured you immediately. Your expression was glowing with enthusiasm then, and James could feel the same sentiments billowing the sails of his chest. Lord, the idea of having you on the quarterdeck with him as he commanded the ship or being able to watch your figure pass elegantly across the decks of his flagship was threatening to make him slightly lightheaded.
“Then might it not be an imposition to ask if you might help me ready myself?” you asked, glancing toward where you had tucked your garments alongside his the previous day.
“I would be delighted, Mrs. Norrington,” he responded with exaggerated gallantry, leaning into a deep bow to kiss your hand, the gesture blessedly causing curls of golden laughter to spill from your lips and set flowers to blooming all around his cabin.
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