Jack Sparrow x Fem!Reader
C. Is it so hard for you to believe I love you?
7. You are so so pretty I can’t help but stare and you caught me.
Requested by anonnie.
Word count: 2.1k
Summary: In which the reader realizes she cares for captain Jack Sparrow (idk).
Warning: Angst, crack, fluff, rum, drinking, (?).
A/N: I didn't realize i was writing in fem reader until i revised it, and also, i loved the tropes but it got lost by the end, i'm so sorry i butchered it. LIKE IT DOESN'T EVEN HAS A SUMMARY OMG.+ I HATE ITTT.
Sailing on board of the Black Pearl was rather... peculiar, if you were to put it in words.
One of the sea's most infamous ships in the seas, captained by one of the most known pirates of the Caribbean; a captain that according to tales was either a hero or the devil himself but to you was just a man with a severe craving for rum and an insane amount of luck by his side.
Still, you would never trade your place in the Pearl's crew by anything else in the world, it was your safe place, your home. From the creaky black floors and the moldy walls to the welcoming crew and the surprisingly insanely smart captain who cared for his crew even if his mouth never expressed it.
"Jack, have you seen Marty?" You ask while you walk past him, the Pearl was anchored in Tortuga while replenishing of provisions and the guys of the crew relaxed for a while; it was less to say to say you were a bit surprised to see Jack on board and not in a bar. "Wait why are you still on deck?"
"To answer your multiple and incessantly questions, love, one, I haven't seen Marty, two, I... I just didn't feel like it." He said, the first answer you knew was sincere but the second one was not all that honest by the way his gaze diverted further to the floor and his hands made that little gesture he does when unsure.
"You know you don't have to lie to me, Jack." You say, a raised brow inquiring for a deeper answer while Jack walked away from you. "Actually, you've been acting quite strange these past days."
"Strange?" He reiterates, brows furrowing and lips pouting right before his hands flew around him discarding your words. "You are one to tell that lass." He says, walking around you going to the hold for some of the new rum bottles. "If anything-" He starts again, some rummaging interrupting him before a satisfied hum sounds again. "You be far more strange...er."
While walking back on deck he walks again past you to his cabin, stopping at the door. "Ye should go and have some fun love, you look rather distressed." He says before closing the door behind him, leaving you rather confused in your place.
Out of all the words you just said to the captain it appeared he understood none and replied with less. To anyone else it would appear normal from Sparrow but something in your gut said it just wasn't as right as it seemed.
With a huff you turn on your heels ready to walk off the Pearl, feeling sick due to the annoyingly fleeting butterflies that seemed to rise in your belly every time he called you love even though he called every woman he met that way.
"He's so stupid." You mutter, chugging down some rum mixed with some fruity juice Gibbs handed to you once you sat down beside him at the bar, bottles flying above your head and yelling perforing your eardrums.
"Who? Jack?" He says absentmindedly while eyeing who to take another rum bottle from, hand flying to grab a drunk man's one and exchanging for is water full one. Satisfied grin on his face.
"Why is he so... confusing?" You ask again, another gulp from the bottle before giving it back to Gibbs. "Like, what is the point of answering something you never inquired about?"
"Jack be kind of... a surprise box." He says, alternating from which bottle he drinks from. "He may not say what you want to hear but more of what you need to hear."
"Well, in that case there's nothing usable in his words." You huff, Gibbs shrugging your making you groan.
"Why do you care so much either way? Ye can just let'm be lass." He opines, face scrunching at the sight of someone falling down the second floor.
"I don't care!" You exclaim, slamming your hand down the table as you turn to him.
"Whatever let you sleep at night." He mutters, patting your back before standing up, leaving you a bottle of rum and your thoughts.
Some weeks after departing from Tortuga you came to the realization that, unfortunately, you do care.
And is driving you insane.
"Let's head north, Master Gibbs!" Jack exclaimed as hi pocketed his compass, however he seemed not too sure of the directions of course that had to be taken.
"Ye heard the captain!" Gibbs recalled loudly, everyone moving to occupy themselves as loud chattering filled the deck.
Jack, however, stood in place on deck by the helm, guiding the Pearl as he seemed to be deep in his mind and a few feet away from him, hands in her pockets, stood the only other women on board ever since Anamaria left the crew, you.
Ever since talking to Gibbs in Tortuga your mind has all but stopped thinking about the man that now stood in front of you; some time ago you could’ve sworn you had good taste in men but now, you weren't so sure as you could look at him per various minutes without growing bored of the way his eyes scanned everything around him and how he never failed to do smart remarks in the most serious moments.
You weren't sure at all but what you do know is there is something scarily charming about Jack Sparrow and you can't help but feel uneasy about it.
"Love, even though I may have to accord with you as in I be madly attractive to women, you do need to go and do... whatever it is that you do." Jack stated, turning to look at you with a small lopsided smirk, eyeing your face as it turned as red as a tomato, Jack himself thinking of it as it’s kind of cute, even if he despises tomatoes.
"Right." You nodded, diverting your eyes to wherever else and stepping down to the front deck, away from Jack whose gaze followed you, a sigh leaving him.
"Ye should act on it, Jack." Gibbs dares to say as he steps back on helm.
"Act on what Master Gibbs?" He asks back, Joshamee not letting slide the knowing tone Jack's voice held upon his clueless acting.
"If I know one thing about women it is that they change their mind over a man rather quickly if he doesn’t act on it." He mutters, receiving a hum and a nod from Jack.
However, that small chat from the morning prior left a bitter aftertaste in Jack's heart, something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. It scared him.
They change their mind rather quickly. A voice in Jack's head spoke again, making him shake his head and step out of his cabin into the darkness of the Pearls at night, all of the crew sleeping, and the air silent enough Jack could hear his own breaths.
Squinting his eyes he spots a figure laying against the front deck's rail, eyes staring at the water that expanded endlessly around them. Slowly, he walked closer, his boots making a small creaky noise as he walked up the stairs.
"What are you doing awake Jack?" Your voice whispered to the air, making the captain stop in his tracks while staring at your figure in the night.
"Could ask you the same thing, love." Finally, after some seconds he walked to your side, standing firm with his back against the railing, opposing your posture.
"The sea at night is always beautiful and calming." You mutter, taking in the way the full moon reflected on the calm tides.
"Can't argue with you on that." He smirked, looking down to his compass, the little red arrow spinning for a while before staying still, pointing to his right.
"Now, why is the captain awake?" Your tone held up some diversion, Jack could hear the smile on your face and feel your eyes boring into the right side of his face.
"Couldn't sleep." He simply states. Compass away in his pocket and back drifting away from the railing, ready to walk back.
"You can stay for a while either way, I can leave if you don't want me near." You mutter, backing up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in a few days of slipping away from you between tasks and calls.
"Now why wouldn't I want you near me, love?" He asks, sincerely confused as his eyes registered sadness and sorrow in your sweet gaze.
"I don't know, you seem to have been avoiding me these past weeks." you keep on talking as his eyes never falter upon yours. "At first I thought it was just you being weird but now I realized it's only when I’m around." You shrug your shoulders, trying to let it slip of you, but your Captain knew you even if he wanted not to, it was hard for him not to get keen on you.
"There's no need to lie about your feeling lass." He states, feeling almost sad of seeing you shrug your emotions away. "And I have not been avoiding you at all."
"You have"
"Have not."
"You have"
"Have not!" He reiterates, relaxing upon your chuckle reaching his ears.
"You know Jack..." Your voice interrupts the comfortable silence that settled. "When I first got into piracy a few years ago I swore to never care about any mates I had, knowing far well about how dishonored people were becoming as summers passed." To say Jack was intrigued about where you were headed to would be an understatement.
"The thing is, and I don't know why, is has become really hard for me not care about this crew, about the Pearl, and about you." Chuckling, you gaze falls to your hands, head moving almost in a denying demeanor. "I really tried not to care for you, Jack."
"Love..."
"Even Gibbs has come around asking what's up with me, what is it that keeps me looking for you everywhere, it's almost dumb you know..."
"What's dumb?" He had to ask, handheld together tightly to the point his nails clawed his palms.
After a few beats of silence, you force yourself to word it out, the sky shifting as the sunrise came. "How much I ended up loving you."
Jack's face became a poem, an angsty poem as guilt, surprise, shame, sadness, and something else passed behind his features. "I... Really?"
"Just forget it." you quickly recover, straightening yourself and walking away, sensing the betrayal oncoming.
"Is it so hard for you to believe I love you?" You have to ask, turning around in your heels to meet his gaze again, face stern and almost guilty as he stares back at you.
"You wouldn't even bare to imagine how hard it is, Y/N." He says, walking over to you, talking your wrist gently before you walk away on him. "I, meself, can't even come around to put in words how insane you would be if you did love me, darling."
"Why?" Your voice become small, eyes looking up to his as his hand entangled itself in a strand of your hair.
"Because, on which mind it would be correct for a woman like you to fall for a pirate like me, darling." He states, hand falling to his side, ready to let you go,
"Am I not a pirate too, Jack?" You mutter, pinky finger searching for his and tangling them together.
"You could choose not to, you're free to leave this life." Seriously enough his voice responded your question, warmth spreading throughout your chest.
"I would've done that many years ago if I wished for it, wouldn't I?"
"You won't change your mind after, right?" He asks, nose now brushing against yours, eyes searching for anything that tells him to walk away before he isn't able to.
"I will take no offense upon your words, Jack." Your smiling lips brushing against his was enough for him to shorten the distance between you two, the bittersweet taste of rum and herbs that came off Jack was making your knees weaken, hands snaking around your waist to pull you even closer if possible.
"So... this is why you stare so much?" Jack's voice is teasing, a playful smack landing in his chest as you chuckle, walking away from his embrace to wake up the crew as the sun has not risen enough.
Request: “Could you possibly do a jack sparrow imagine where it's late at night and they're in the captains quarters just cuddling and talking and kissing and fluff please ???”
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“Jackie, please stay here,” you whined as you peppered little kisses on Jack’s neck.
“Puppet, do you really trust Gibbs with steering my ship?” Jack asked as if he was going to go out of the cabin any minute and actually check what’s going on on the deck, but you could feel that he’s giving in to your charms.
“He’ll be fine,” you countered, nuzzling into his chest. “Contrary to me, if you’re going to leave me lying here, all alone...” you feigned sadness, making him tighten his grip around your waist and kiss your temple.
I'm seriously going to cry now, i feel like it was yesterday I hit 100 and did that super flopped celebration? I don't even know what to do to celebrate this (totally taking ideas in my asks and dms)
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Request: "A Henry Turner request where reader is a Pirate and she somehow gets stuck on Jacks ship and Henry won't stop staring at her."
Word count: 601
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With your eyes closed, you listened to the ocean waves. As your vision was dark and you didn’t have to regard all the tiring colors that surrounded you, these waves were like true refreshment to your over fried brain. It was truly over fried, because you’ve been tied to a mast of the Black Pearl for almost half a day now, and the merciless sun didn’t stop burning the top of your head.
Yes, you have been stupid enough thinking you can rob the Black Pearl, yet alone a ship that belongs to Jack Sparrow himself. You’ve been lucky with other smaller ships though, for you’re quite petite and silent and can squeeze through almost any crack; that’s why Jack mused whether to throw you in a cell or tie you to the mast, and he used the latter option, fearing that you actually may escape a cell.
You weren’t an obscure little pirate, no. You were quite known young lady pirate who was ‘like a ghost and left no shiny thing behind’.
Not to mention, there weren’t any traces of the Black Pearl’s activity for quite a long time, and when you saw it you feared that you may not get another chance to prove yourself capable of robbing such a mighty ship. Now, it seems, there really may not be such a chance.
Your eyelids fluttered open, seeing that young lad sitting further away on the railing and eyeing you with genuine interest. He was about the same age as you, maybe a bit older.
When you both realized that you look each other in the eyes, both of you turned away immediately with a dash of blush on your cheeks. However, when you turned back to him expecting to steal a glance, he was already staring at you.
“Well, if you’re staring, maybe you can keep me company? Or at least give me a hat?” You decided to tease him and see what his reaction will be.
His eyes startled a bit, unexpected that you would start a conversation with him. “Uh, yes!”
Your cheeky smile grew as he fumbled around in attempt to untie a bandana that was secured around his arm. After he managed to do that, he approached you and proceeded to tie it around your head, giving you a perfect view of his features.
His skin was healthily tanned and his eyes were that of a scotch – warm, brown and glinting. He was really handsome.
He drew back a bit and noticed that you’re admiring him, thus a cheeky smile appeared on his face, revealing a straight row of white teeth. “Who’s staring now?”
“I can’t help it. When was the last time you saw someone of your own age in a ship full of pirates?”
“Actually that’s a first time I’m on a pirate’s ship.” He smiled, sitting on the railing in front of you.
“So you’re not a pirate?” You questioned doubtingly.
“No. I used to work for the Royal Navy, but –”
“Oh wait!” You interrupted him, realizing who he may be, given the circumstances. “Don’t tell me you’re the sole survivor of the Monarch??”
He seemed a bit taken aback by your observance, as well as impressed. “Y-Yeah.”
You slowly raised your eyebrows and idly nodded your head, trying to conceal a smile that desperately tried to surface on your face. “Well, Henry Turner, you’re one hell of a lucky guy.”
He dismissed the fact that you already know his name and instead continued to gaze at you, flashing you that mesmerizing smile of his again. “Yeah, I am indeed.”
Request: "Can you do a pirate of the Caribbean Imagine? Where the reader is a pirate who has build up a reputation everyone's knows about. She's a really badass pirate, especially skilled in combat. She doesn't really have a crew, she just drifts from ship to ship every few years. Finally She ends up on the Black Pearl. She falls for Will, and for once she isn't her usual confident, stubborn self. Around Will she is nervous and feels shy. Since she's never really been in love before."
Word count: 730
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“Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colours high…” You sang whimsically as you rowed the small boat you managed to snatch from the docks undetected.
Looking around, you once again regarded the vast and enigmatic, yet familiar and heartwarming ocean that encompassed you all around.
“Yet again, one of the greatest scourges of these seas is drifting in search of a ship…” you thought to yourself as you blew a strand of loose hair from your forehead.
As you lead a lifestyle of a pirate, you managed to set a name for yourself – Y/N Raider. Well, that’s probably because you raid pretty much everything you find, and you’re quite skilled in combat. These scallywags that call themselves pirates tried to fight you with their rusty cutlasses, to no avail. You’re quick and strong, even without a weapon.
For the past years, you didn’t think to establish your own crew and become a Captain; you view these titles as boundaries, and you don’t want to be bound in any way. You just want to be free and independent.
You woke up from your musings when you noticed some spot far in the horizon. Squinting and shielding your eyes from the sun with a palm, you discerned the silhouette of a ship.
With hope trembling faintly in your heart, you rummaged somewhere on the ground of a boat to find your telescope, afterwards bringing it to your eye and trying to distinguish that object far away.
It’s indeed a ship! A black one; black hull, black sails –
“Jack Sparrow!” You exclaimed, recognizing the ship you have sailed in a couple of times.
Jack is a good friend of yours, thus the Black Pearl is exactly where you’re heading right now.
“A boat, Capn’!”
There was a little distance left between you and Jack’s majestic ship, thus the crew noticed you and reported to Jack. Good.
“What boat?” You heard him mumble and take out his telescope before noticing you, waving at him. “Ah! Y/N!”
“What?? Y/N Raider you mean, Capn’?” Some crewman yelped, frantically looking around and running away before Jack could answer him.
“You’re still scaring my men away,” Jack noted with a cheeky smile as you made it on the ship.
“Sorry, can’t help it.”
You looked around the ship, seeing that it’s in surprisingly good condition. “I see you’ve –” and then, your eyes got stuck upon a young man that steered he ship. “Who’s that over there steering your ship?”
You were genuinely confused to think that Jack would let someone else steer his beloved Pearl.
“Eh, that’s Will Turner.” Jack answered dismissively.
“Turner?” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up as you eyed the man.
“Aye. Bootstrap Bill’s son.” Jack turned his head to Will thinking that there’s something wrong with him, because you continued to stare; little did he know that you were simply mesmerized by such strong spirit that beamed from afar. “Let’s go and meet him; maybe you’ll scare him away.”
Jack dragged you on the upper deck, where Will Turner finally laid his eyes on you. On that precise moment you became terrified, because you couldn’t speak. You wanted to greet him in your usual witty way, but something didn’t let you.
You felt your cheeks heating up even more as these chocolate eyes seemed to sink in yours. “Your friend, Jack?” He asked with a ghost of a smile lingering on his face.
“Aye.” Jack spoke, afterwards waiting for you to say something. “Aye, she’s usually more talkative.”
“I-I’m Y/N.” You stuttered awkwardly.
Will was about to say something back, but Jack intercepted. “No no, honey, that doesn’t say anything to Turner. She’s Y/N Raider.”
Will’s eyebrows raised in a way that said he certainly didn’t expect you to be who you are. “I see. So you’re the one who burned the village of these halfwit scavengers?”
You gulped and nodded, smiling awkwardly at your new acquaintance. Jack didn’t even say anything anymore, he just regarded you dumbfounded, thinking whether it’s really you that’s standing beside him.
You didn’t want to be bound by something, thus you’ve never felt love or any other form of attachment; that, too, bounds you to a person, in a way depriving you of your freedom.
But now, you’ll just have to deal with it, because even if your mind stated one thing, your heart heavily protested.
