Heyy! Sorry, I was the one who asked for a smut fic lol, I forgot to read the list first haha 😅 could you maybe write a small fic of james being tickled by Elizabeth or someone else? Not in a sexual way! I just think it's cute an he deserves some love and affection since he never got any from him parents. It's totally fine if not!
my sun | james norrington
pairing: james x maid!reader
word count: 1,0k
summary: where y/n tickles james
a/n: i sincerely apologize that this took me ages lmao i have nothing to say in my defense (& i don't have to hihi) but i want to get back into my writing game and upload at least one fic per week (how long is that going to last you ask? i have no idea) <3
warnings: mentions of family issues
universe: pirates of the caribbean
"Good morning, Commodore Norrington", you whistle as you open the curtains, letting daylight flood the room. James, still half asleep in bed, groans in annoyance and rolls from his prone position onto his back, one arm draped over his eyes to avoid being blinded.
The screeching of seagulls and the sounds of merchants opening their stalls in the peaceful morning in Port Royal enter through the window, bringing the room back to life after a cold night. The sun is still low in the sky, but the power of its rays is already tangible. It is going to be another warm day in the Caribbean.
"Is it morning already?", James whines, the serious commander of the Royal Navy replaced by an ordinary young man who just wants to spend a bit more time under the soft duvet. His words cause you to suppress a smile by biting your lower lip as you slowly move toward him.
His natural brown hair, which he only ever shows in his private chambers and otherwise conceals under a white wig, is completely disheveled from a good night's sleep. Smiling, you stroke over it, trying to tame it, but to no avail. However, your efforts are rewarded with a faint chuckle from him.
"Come back to bed, my love", he murmurs with his groggy morning voice, squinting as he reaches for your hand, too blinded by the light to precisely make out where you stand. You laugh at that and sit down, the mattress sinking where you sit and thus James sliding closer. You catch his outstretched hand in your own, placing it on your lap to gently caress it.
"As much as I would like to accept that invitation, there is plenty to do", you sigh, smiling at the peaceful expression sleep has edged onto his face. There is a slight stubble on his chin which he will no doubt remove as soon as he gets up. You have to admit though that you like it on him. Somehow, it lets one see behind the stiff facade of the noble Commodore, and - who are you trying to lie to here - he looks damn good with it. A little bit more ruggedness around the edges never hurt anyone.
"You're staring again, my love", James chuckles, his green eyes piercing yours as you realize that he has, in turn, been also looking at you. Heat rushes to your cheeks and you fumble with his fingers in your lap, looking the other way.
"You're making it awfully difficult not to", you smile to yourself, reverting back to catch another glimpse of those beautiful eyes of his. Small wrinkles form around his eyes as he smiles lovingly at you. He then slowly rises to be closer to you, the blanket sliding off him, the wide neckline of his linen shirt revealing his firm chest.
For a moment you look deep into each other's eyes. Without warning, he kisses your shoulder and gently works his way up and you know exactly what he's doing.
"You really are running late", you laugh, pushing him away with your hands on his chest, which he only grumbles at. Suddenly, he falls back into the mattress as if he'd been shot, and sighs deeply. This is your sign to resort to harsher measures to get him out of bed. So your hands quickly find his hips and start tickling him. Laughing and snorting, he tries to defend himself against your attacks, but you're quicker.
At least until he grabs your wrists at once and stops you in your tracks. His hands slide from your wrists to your hands and clasp them.
"Let's hold hands shall we", he tells you, a bit out of breath from all the thrashing. You can't help but smile at that. He's been through so much in his short life and still came out a wonderful human and true gentleman. Who is worthy of being loved, even though he doesn't always think that way.
He's shared slivers of his past and difficult upbringing with you, but certainly not everything. You know he will when he's ready.
You never met his family, but that doesn't make you hate them any less. They honestly wouldn't like you either because you're not fit for their noble and eligible son. Of course they only think about him that way ever since he got into higher positions in the Royal Navy.
Thank the seven seas, James couldn't care less about your status. Yes, some whisper about him dating a mere maid, but he's not giving them any attention. He knows you're the one for him.
The best he could have. Even better than what he could have ever asked for.
He doesn't like talking about his parents very much, which makes sense considering he has completely cut them out of his life by now. But he honestly didn't need to tell you a lot about them because every time they were mentioned, you could immediately see the pain and anger flash across his eyes.
You don't like when his beautiful eyes are shadowed by the memories that still haunt him to this day. Which is why you're doing your best, each and every day, to light up his world. And even though he doesn't tell you this every day - and he probably should do so more often -, there is no one shining brighter than you.
You enter the room and it lights up.
"A coin for your thoughts right now", James says, making you realize you've been staring at him again, trapped in your own thoughts. This time, however, you don't give him the satisfaction of seeing what his words do to you. Instead, you squeeze his hands tightly, lean over him, and place a gentle kiss on his lips.
"One for yours", you smile against his lips, and as you straighten up and get up from the bed, he holds you tight, not wanting to let you go just yet.
"I was just thinking that you're the sun in my life", he tells you honestly, making your heart melt and ache at the same time because he deserves so many more rays of sunshine.
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)
Thank you all so so so much, i'm forever grateful that you guys decided to read my works even if i'm such a bad blogger who posts every blue moon. I'm so sorry if its been a year or more since i don't post for what you followed me for, but thank you for staying.
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Hey so... i have like eight drafts there but I've been havinv like the worst month of the year between october 10th and now so I'm sorry I was not able to post for all the writing challenges I signed in but I promise that when all this shit happens I will deliber the Dick Grayson series I've been planning, the LotR series, two LotR one shots and two Marvel one shots I have there within one Enola Holmes oneshot and a PotC one shots I've had in mind.
