Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Character: James Norrington
Relationship: Norrington/reader
Imagine commodore Norrington accidentally kissing you while hes drunk
You sat on the side of the ship, lazily swinging your legs over the side while holding on to one of the ropes that supported the mast. The sun had set over the horizon a while ago but you did love the sea under the moon light. The way the water seemed to dance in the sparkling white light had always chased away any fears or worries you had.
From what you could hear, most of the crew were down stairs, sings loudly. You could tell there was rum involved but you didn’t mind. Most of the crew were rather comical when they had a little rum in their body’s. It seemed to lift their spirits rather like the moon light does for you.
You heard someone stumble up the stairs so you turned your head slightly. Just because they were funny when they were drunk doesn’t mean they were sensible and you didn’t put it past Ragetti or Pintel to think it funny to push you off the side of the ship and into the water you so loved.
But it was none other than Norrington.
He had joined the crew in Tortuga after his luck hit rock bottom. You knew he hates Jack with a passion and since you were loyal and by Jacks side through everything, that hate would probably transfer to you. So you kept your distance.
Even in the state he was in now, he was still a handsome man even if you would never admit it to anyone. But as his luck dwindled, so did his appearance and now he was a shell of the man he once was. He had a bottle of rum which was nearly finished in one hand and his coat was drooping off his shoulders. His eyes fell on you and he staggers forward towards you. Remembering how venerable you were, you swung your legs around so you would be facing him and kept a tight grip on the rope, just in case.
But as he came towards you, he moved to the side and slumped beside you, his head on the wood. You could see the dirt and grit in his hair but he didn’t smell too badly of rum.
You felt sorry for him, despite the fact that if he had ever caught you, he wouldn’t have wasted a second sending you to hang. What must it be like to lose everything?
And as if to add insult to injury, then have to serve under the man who was essentially responsible for it all?
Pirate or not, you still had a heart.
“How do you manage?” You whispered, more to yourself than him but his head turned so he was looking up at you.
“whats that supposed to mean? How did I manage to get myself in such a sorry state? Bloody pirate.” He snarled at you, before pushing himself up and stumble backwards. He slurred most of his words but you understood them. After a life with pirates, you understood drunk ramblings very well as well as being the only one who could make head or tails of what Jack says. You could see the hate in his eyes, but something told you it wasn’t directed at you as a person but what you were. You had always felt the angry aura surrounding him with whatever he did.
“no, actually, I was wondering how you manage with all this. With everything you’ve been through.” You shake your head a little, grateful Jack or Gibbs didn’t hear him speaking to you like this.
But in a second, all the anger that seemed to surround him dropped away. His body slouched and his defensive stand was replaced with confusion. You saw his eyes soften ever so slightly as he, for the first time, looked at you straight in the eyes. In his eyes, you saw a glimmer of hope.
He broke the eye contact to glance around him, his eyes travelling across the ship as though he was just realising where he was.
You jumped down from your perch and walked over to him. This got his attention as he looked back to you, the sorrow in his eyes screaming at you. You walked to stand in front of him, placing a hand on his broad shoulder.
“We aren’t all heartless, even pirates. Just remember that.” You gently pat his shoulder but just as you were about to walk away, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you against his chest and before you realised what was happening, his lips were on yours. The kiss was desperate, needy but laced with desire.
It was almost addictive and such a rush. Maybe because of who he was before or maybe because of what could happen if you were caught. It was dangerous, and you loved it. You grasped the material of his coat and pulled him, kissing him back. You could taste the rum but you didn’t care because you liked the taste. But it did remind you of something. He was drunk.
You slowly broke the contact, opening your eyes to see Norrington staring at you. The stare caused a blush to rise to your cheeks.
“What in the-“ You couldn’t help the smile on your lips as you shook your head.
“Im in love with ya.” He slurs, swaying on his feet. You trailed your hand down his arm and quickly grabbed the bottle out of his hand.
“No, you’re in love with this.” You step back, shaking the bottle at him, the last of the rum splashing off the inside.
“Nah, i-“ But before he could say anything more, you pushed the bottle into his chest, both his hands coming up to grab it as you walked past him.
“Tell you what, Norrington, if you still feel the same way in the morning, we’ll talk.” You called over your shoulder, smirking.
“Its James, by the way.” He called back, making you stop, glancing around at him. He was mirroring your look over your shoulder. He had never said for anyone to call him James. You saw the flinch even when Elizabeth called him James rather than Norrington.
“Fine, James. If you can remember any of this tomorrow, we’ll talk. If not, I get your share of rum for the next month.” You smirk at him, laughing slightly when he held the bottle closer to his chest as you walk away.
Maybe he had spent too much time around Jack.
