#potc fandom
I can’t decide for which character to write and it‘s getting on my nerves lol
I don’t know if I wanna do Jack Sparrow, Loki, Richard Brown, Tom Hanson or freaking Bruno Madrigal cause let‘s be honest he‘s just adorable!
Someone help me decide D:
Beautiful View - Oneshot
Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader
Prompts: /
Summary: Jack and you realize something about each other as you watch shooting stars together
Warnings: Literally just fluff
A/N: So the day I started writing this is the night of the 13th december and tonight you‘re supposed to see 150 shooting stars each hour in germany so this idea came to mind :D
Normally you would’ve hated the fact that you weren’t able to sleep again. Insomnia had been a part of your life for some time now and while there were nights where it seemed like it wasn’t, the ones where you tossed and turned until you finally decided to give up and spend your time with your own thoughts certainly were more common.
But this time you were thankful.
After you had woken up after a very unsatisfying sleep (it was more of a nap if you were honest) you grabbed something to drink and went upstairs onto the deck. The course had been set and the sea was calm so there was no need for anyone to steer the ship this evening, meaning that you were all on your own.
It was a bit cold but that didn’t matter right now. Actually you just wanted to get some fresh air and look out a bit at the sea, maybe be lucky enough to watch an animal swim past, when it happened. The sky suddenly cleared up with a strong breeze and you couldn’t believe your eyes at first.
Above you there were hundreds no, thousands of stars sparkling in the sky and reflecting on the calm ocean waters. The moon was full and shimmered together with the little planets. And that is when you saw it;
A fast tail of light flew by and you weren’t sure if it was actually real or if you were just seeing things.
There it was again, and then another one.
Not long and there were dozens of shimmering stars practically flying across the firmament. It was a meteor shower. You had never seen one before and so you stood there with your lips slightly parted and you eyes wide and a bit teary from insisting the urge to blink and miss a few shooting stars.
After a while though, your neck began to hurt so you tried to lay down in a comfortable position on the wood plank of the ship and watch the spectacle above you. It truly felt out of this world.
What you didn’t know though was, that someone else also wasn’t able to sleep and walked on deck, noticing you almost immediately.
Jack was mever good at just laying down and falling asleep. Except when he was drunk but then again, when that was the case he didn’t lay down from his own free will but he rather just passed out. Usually he would just sit in his cabin and either drink until exactly that happened or he would study his maps in hope of finding something new to discover. This time he didn’t feel like doing either of that though. He just wanted to get out. There was too much going on in his mind lately. Too much comfusing stuff. For example he started feeling bad about drinking when around the crew, something that is utterly new to him. He was drunk most of the time, why did he feel bad now?
When he stepped out of his cabin he was zoned out and didn’t look around much but then he saw you. You were laying down on your back with one hand behind your head and the other resting on your stomach while one of your legs was bend. With furrowed eyebrows he stumbled over to you.
“‘ello?” Confused he stood beside you and looked down at you. Your eyes widened a bit in shock and you quickly sat up. “Oh, sorry! I couldn’t sleep.” you explained and looked back up at him. He only nodded and you saw his gaze wandering up and down your body. you couldn’t help but blush slightly when you noticed. After all you must look pretty disheveled from not being able to sleep and then laying there for some time. “Arn’t ya cold?” He mumbled, more to himself from what it seems. You tilted your head with irritation. Jack pointed towards your shoulder. Your shirt had slipped off a bit and you frantically pulled it back up and gave him an awkward smile and looked up again to distract yourself. “I originally just wanted to get some fresh air but uhh” you nodded towards the sky and made Jack look up at the ocean of stars too. While he watched the sparkling you carefully studied his face. You couldn’t tell if he was impressed, speechless or utterly bored but you could swear that his eyes widened for a second, just like yours did.
And then an idea hit you. If it was a good one or the most stupid you ever had would clear up in mere seconds; “Do you wanna look at it with me?” The brown eyed captain looked down at you and watched you lightly pat the planks beside you. Truth is, you liked him. He was nice to be around, even if he was unbearable sometimes when he was drunk but you could see that he wasn’t at this moment. What you noticed is that he is much quieter when he‘s sober. Maybe even a little shy at times.
Jack didnt say anything but he sat down beside you and watched how you lay back again after a minute or so had passed. Jack took this time to study your features for a second. It‘s not like he did that intentionally..it just sorta..happened. Like his eyes would dart around the ship until he saw you and out of nowhere all of his attention was towards you. All of his thoughts were thinking about you, even his body was drawn to you like you were some sort of magnetic force whenever he was around you. It truly was something new. He had never experienced such strong feelings- feelings?
In the meantime he had layed down beside you but he kept watching you and how your eyes seemed to shine every time a new shooting star flew across the sky. Now he knew why he started feeling shame whenever he was drunk around hus crew. Because you were there. He cared about what you thought of him. He cared about how he presented himself, he cared about you.
“Beautiful isnt it?” You said, lips still slightly parted. “Mhmm” that was the only answer Jack could give. He knew that you were talking about the nightsky but at this moment he couldn’t care less for that. The only thing he saw was you. Unfortunately you seemed to have noticed his staring since you turned your head and saw his smirk, making you blush once again.
Maybe you didn’t just like him. Maybe it was more than that. Far more than that.
Jack slowly got up but then he suddenly leaned over you and stole a quick kiss to your cheeck and then he was gone, back in his quarters.
Your face was heating up like crazy and you covered it with your hands.
“Stupid Pirate”
A/N: Okay this was so dang adorable to write omg. Also yes, I know, this took super long too but I‘m really happy with the end result!
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
If anybody wants to be tagged or whatever just tell me btw ^^
What I want most - Pt. 2 (Final)
Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader
Prompts: /
Summary: Jack tries to figure out if you reciprocate his feelings and what he finds out surprises him more than anything else
Warnings: /
A/N: Here is the second part! Hope you enjoy it :D
“The Compass s’ still pointing north west?” Gibbs asked when Jack walked past him.
He hummed in response even though he knew that it changed because he saw you helping Ragetti and Pintel with their tasks.
That is another thing he admired and liked about you. Even if you were exhausted from your tasks or didn’t have any in the first place, you still helped everyone on the ship that asked. Wether it was because you were too polite to say no or because you genuinely wanted to help them he didn’t know. Either way, and Jack couldn’t quite believe it himself, you were just too..nice for him. It was strange, he wanted you all to himself and desperately wished you would feel the same but at the same time he thought you deserved someone better. Someone like William Turner for example, an honest man. Someone you could trust.
He threw his head back in annoyance and groaned, earning a few irritated d looks from his crewmates which he immediately shooed away with a “what are you looking at?”.
And right at that moment something came to mind- he should just give you the compass and see where it points. Jack shook his head at his own stupidity, he even did it already that day so he‘d just have to be able to get a proper look at it this time.
He called out for you and you hurried over to him with a very tired look in your eyes. Suddenly he felt bad again, but this wouldn’t take long.
“Enlighten me on what it shows you.” He said and handed you his compass, already flipped open. You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion but sighed and looked where it pointed this time. Unfortunately you had tilted it so far over that there was not enough room for him to see.
You vaguely gestured into the direction of him. “I dunno, something there.” Little did Jack know that you just didn’t want him to know what it was actually pointing at.
“What ‘there’ ? C‘mon tell me what you think it is!” He said and still tried to get a glance at this compass which resulted in you holding it closer to your chest.
“How am I supposed to know what I want most?” You asked, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“Just let me have a look the-”
“NO!”
You glanced around for a second and saw everyone staring at the two of you.
Clearing your throat you looked back up at Jack. “I mean- I‘d rather not.” You said and smiled at him awkwardly and then quickly handed him the compass back.
“Oh is it pointing at someone?”Anamaria said with a smirk on her face and subtly wriggling her eyebrows. “What? No.” You said and crossed yor arms in defense though that didn’t stop you from furiously blushing. You were more than happy that it was dark already.
“Then why don’t you tell us, you seem to already have a guess at what it‘s pointing at.” Gibbs said while Ragetti and Pintel started giggling while looking at you.
Shrugging you looked away. Can this just not happen please?
“Where are we sailing right now anyways?” You asked and threw the compass back at Jack. “Don’t change the subject, love.” Jacks’ eyes widened for a second, that nickname wasn’t intentional. He quickly grinned and threw it right back at you.
This is too much
“This is stupid.” You muttered and frantically pressed the compass against his chest and walked away after he took it with a surprised expression on his face. Had he gone too far? But why would you insist on not showing him when it wasn’t just some ordinary treausre? All of a sudden he had a realization. What if it truly was pointing at someonebut that someone was just simply not him? Maybe you already had someone? But then again, why would he never have heard of that secretive lover? There was a stinging pain in his chest at the thought you with somebody else than him.
No, he had to find out. It wouldn’t make sense to drown in his thoughts now, overthinking wasn’t like him.
He shot a quick smile at his confused crew and quickly walked after you under deck. He would just simply ask you, he thought determined and called out your name.
“What?” You emerged out of a corner with a bottle of water in your hand. “Listen, if you just wanna keep mocking me with that compass then-” but he cut you off with a gesture of his hand.
“I-” he stopped, searching for the right words. “didn’t mean to mock you.” It was not more than a quiet mumble. He took a glance at you and unfortunately for him you were staring at him. His heart skipped a beat, why did you always have to look at him like that? “Do you- or rather have you” he sighed. Why was this so hard? He heard Will talk to Elizabeth about their relationship and he never seemed to have much problems.
“Do you have a guy?” You looked at him and turned your head slightly from irritation. “Or a girl, I dunno.” “I‘m afraid I don’t know what you‘re talking about.” “Do you have a uhhh, do you have a lover or something?”
You quickly realized that this was probably the worst time to take a sip from the beverage in your hand. You quietly chocked and closed the bottle again. “What? No, why would you think that?”
Jack couldn’t help but grin at that, leaving you more irritated than ever.
“That‘s good because..” he took a few steps towards you while you were still watching him carefully. “That would have been bad for me.” He simply said. The Captain now looked down at you with a half smile. What was this all about? You thought, though you could feel your heart beating faster with the hopes of what he was trying to say.
No, he couldn’t say what you wanted him to. That was simply impossible. You knew Jack, he wasn’t a man like that.
Yet your heart didn’t stop beating and you felt like it was going to explode.
“Jack, what do y-”
Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours and he slowly and carefully raised his hand up to lay it on the back of your neck.
You just stood there, not being able to process what was happening. He drew back and looked at you with a worried expression. Had he gone too far? He normally was good at reading people.
“I” you only said while looking down.
Great. He thought. Awkward silence.
Gathering all your courage you looked back up at him. “I wouldn’t mind if you did that again.” It was not more than a quiet mumble.
The worried look was long gone on his face and replaced with a smug smirk as he kissed you again.
A/N: It finally is done! God this took me longer than expected. Writersblock, stress, an annoying cold and bad internet..the universe really didn’t want me to finish this lmao. Tbh, I‘m not super happy with this second part but I still hope you guys enjoy it :)
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
So I have a super annoying cold rn and I orginally wanted to start writing again yesterday but I can barely type one sentence without my brain forgetting it again almost immediately.
Maybe if I‘ll get a bit better I can start again but as of now I don’t think I can.
Though I really wanna publish something on Christmas so I hope I recover soon!
Can we talk about Jack Sparrow with a crown
(I wanna draw fanart so bad rn hhhhhh)
Thank you so, so much for enjoying my Jack Sparrow fanfictions so far! I really didn’t think so many people were still into that so all the support is amazing and I haven’t been so happy in a long time :)
Don’t worry! I will write more and I have tons of ideas that you‘ll eventually get to see :D
Thank you so much once again! <3 <3
Should I write something with young Jack cause:
Look at him ＜(“0”)＞
What I want most - Pt. 1
Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader
Prompts: /
Summary: Jack thought his compass was broken but once he realized where it was pointing he doesn’t know how to handle the situation.
Warnings: Alcohol
A/N: I know that this idea has probably been written down so many times but I absolutely adore it so yea, have fun reading ^^
The compass that never points north, well, except if the thing you want most lays somewhere north of you.
Jack had used it all the time ever since he received it, from where he got it he couldn’t remember but to him it didn’t matter, point was that he had it and that he had the advantage of everyone thinking he was as idiotic as to carry a broken compass with him all the time. And thus, no one suspecting what its actual purpose was.
He could always trust it since he trusted himself well enough but when he wanted to set sail for yet another adventure he was left utterly confused.
“Where are we headed this time Captain?”
Gibbs came up behind him and pat his shoulder while also looking at the compass in his Captains’ hand.
“West” Jack stated. “No- north west- no, west”
He and Gibbs watched as the needle spun around a few times and when it seemed like it stopped, it immediately began moving again.
Gibbs slowly turned his head to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
Jack shook the compass a few times and then looked at it again. The needle was pointing north west and it didn’t seem to plan on moving around much more.
Satisfied with himself he ordered Gibbs to take over the ship and sail into said direction and then made his way under deck to get another bottle of rum before he would just relax and stare off onto the horizon. He didn’t know when that habit started but he didn’t really care about it either way. He enjoyed it and that was the only thing that mattered.
After he made his way back up again he slandered over to you with his signature walk. You were sitting on the railing of the ship, watching the calm seas and how they moved under the setting sun.
You looked over at Jack when you heard how he opened the bottle of alcohol and watched him resting his arms on the railing after taking a sip.
“Where are we headed today Captain?” You asked, smiling at him.
You had always liked Jack. He wasn’t some asshole Captain who only ordered his crew around and he certainly wasn’t some stuck up douche either. He just simply was Captain Jack Sparrow. He looked out for his crew and clearly cares very deeply for each and every one of them, even when it doesn’t seem like it on the surface.
And sometimes, at moments like this when it was just you two in one place, enjoying each others company you could feel your heart skip a beat. Every smirk he showed you and every word he spoke suddenly sounded so..different to your ears. It seemed like time stopped for a moment whenever he laughed at one of your jokes and sometimes you thought you felt him looking at you when your gaze was focused on the horizon. Though that might just be wishful thinking.
“The thing I want most- obviously” he said and took another sip. He pulled out his compass and flipped it open.
“Somewhere in the north wes- no wait.”
You leaned over to look at whatever it was that he was so irritated about. His compass was spinning around for a while until it settled on something that must’ve been directly behind you.
“GIBBS! CHANGE THE COURS!” Jack shouted towards Gibbs who now awoke with a silent: “who is there?!?” After falling asleep on the steering wheel.
“Aye aye captn” he then murmured and promptly his head fell down again.
Jack returned his attention to you and the horizon before him.
“Any idea on what might be at our destination.”
“No idea.”
He shrugged and took yet another sip.
“Here.”
He threw it over to you and you just managed to catch it since you were taken by surprise.
“Where does it point for you?” Both of you looked down onto the needle that kept spinning for a while and then settled down, pointing towatds Jack who took a step to the side and looked back, eyebrows furrowed.
You felt your face heating up, the needle had followed where he moved. You turned the compass around several times but the needle kept it‘s focus on the pirate before you.
“Uh, I dunno- doesn’t work I guess?” You gave it back frantically and gazed back at the sea, hoping he didn’t notice what was going on.
Luckily he only shrugged and rested his arms on the railing once again.
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After he had drowned his bottle of rum and the sun had set you both still stood there and talked with each other. It was only when Ragetti and Pintel had called out for you to help them with their work that Jack looked at his compass again and noticed something that irritated him once again.
He watched where the needle was pointing and as you walked away it followed you and you only. He moved the compass, stepped from side to side even but it kept pointing at you.
“This damn thing” he muttered under his breath and made his way into his cabin to think about what just happened.
As he arrived he sat down at this desk and started turning one of the coins that was laying on it in his hand.
He liked you, that was for certain but it wasn’t like you were the thing he wanted most in all the seven seas..or at least that‘s what he wanted to believe. Jack thought back to the first time he and you met: you were one of the people that Gibbs had found for Jacks’ crew. At first you had been quite shy, didn’t speak when no one directly asked you something and you never dared to look him in the eye whenever he talked to you or well- ever. He guessed that is was what made him curious about you. Being the crew of a pirate lord and being this reserved just didn’t sit right with him and then, one evening when he couldn’t sleep and felt likehe was drowning in his own thoughts once again he saw you. Sitting on the railing like you did just then, staring out at the horizon and the moon above you. He remembered how you flinched when you noticed that he stepped beside you and then, you were the one to speak first. It was probably the atmosphere of the dark that made you braver than usually, he thought. You had just said something simple: “can’t sleep either huh?” But ever since then this memory was engraved in his head and he still remembered the feeling it gave him when you talked to him for the first time.
He remembered that feeling because ever since that moment, the feeling returned daily.
Jack threw the coin back onto his desk and groaned.
He had many ‘romantic’ partners before but those were all a one time thing; nothing serious. So why? The truth was, he thought about you and him a lot. But everytime he thought of you as a 'one time thing’ his heart got heavy and at first he didn’t think that it had meant something.
And at that moment it hit him though he would’ve never dared to say it outloud: he was in love.
He hated it- Captain Jack Sparrow the fearsome pirate that was not even stopped by the end of the world couldn’t just fall in love- or could he?
Jack knew that at some point he‘d have to tell you. Mainly because if he didn’t they would keep sailing over the sea with the anticipation of a treasure, that didn’t even exist.
But would you feel the same? He honestly couldn’t think of a single reason that would make you think of him as anything more than your Captain or friend and worst of all: what if the others found out? His reputation would be crushed, he‘d be known as the lovestruck pirate lord Captain Jack Sparrow who foolishly fell in love with one of his own crewmates.
He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. Now if he really thought about it, his reputation was bad anyways so why not go for it?
The only question was how..he didn’t just want to go over to you and plainly admit his feelings, that wouldn’t be like him at all.
He would have to make it subtle so that he could find out your thoughts on him first and if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, he would just back off and drink himself into unconciousness.
One thing he knew for sure though, he really, really wanted you to feel the same.
A/N: Sooo this one is actually not that bad! I really wanna write a second part to this so gimme some ideas at what Jack should do :D
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
You‘re important to me - Oneshot
Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader
Prompts: “Don’t worry, it‘s nothing serious.”
Summary: After you hide an injury from Jack you suddenly get to see an entirely new side of him.
Warnings: Bleeding wound / alcohol / Bad writing!
A/N: I got super into Pirates of the Caribbean after not having watched it for years and I just had to write something with Jack. Lemme know if i should write more with him and please gimme ideas, I’m literally not creative right now lol. (Also I’m trying to keep my reader gender neutral when it isn’t important for the story or the situation)
This certainly hasn’t been your first fight and also it wasn’t your first ever wound for sure. When you were sailing with pirates, those things were bound to happen and there was no one who would argue otherwise but this time, this time it was different.
You and the crew of the Black Pearl along with the Captain, Jack Sparrow were currently on Tortuga, celebrating your victory over another fight and the fact that you claimed that none of the crew was left with a single wound- except for you.
Normally you would’ve told them or someone would’ve noticed eventually but this time, you had hid it. To put it simply: it was embarrassing that you were the only one who got injured and on top of that, everyone had such fun and you didn’t dare to disturb the celebrations, afraid it would put them in a bad mood.
At first you were having fun too because of the adrenaline shooting through your body and letting you forget about the stinging pain but after some time had passed you realized just how deep the cut must’ve actually been and how it kept on bleeding. Frantically you had put a bandage around your arm so that no one would be able to see your soaked sleeve but now, as you were sitting at one of the tables with the others in the tavern, you felt how the bandages slowly started to get soaked and it made you even more anxious than having a wound in the first place.
As you looked around you sighed with relief, nobody seemed to notice as they were all happily chatting away and downing one bottle of rum after the other.
And there it was again, the stinging sensation which made you grit your teeth and let out a quiet hiss. You shut your eyes hoping the wave of pain would just wash over.
“You alright there?”
Your head snapped up and met the eyes of Jack who was watching you with a confused look on his face.
Not trusting your voice you just nodded and forced a small smile to appear on your lips as you gripped your arm, pressing your thumb on the wound in a weak attempt to ease the pain. Though that action only made you realize how much you were actually bleeding, the bandages were definitely soaked.
“Are ya sure you’re alright?”
You didn’t dare to look at him. The fear of giving yourself away was too strong especially because the confused expression on Jacks’ face was now replaced by a concerned one.
“Also got a voice to speak with?”
Sighing, you quickly looked at him and then away again.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw him raising his eyebrow ever so slightly and then he stood up.
“C‘mon, I wanna talk to ya”
Knowing he was talking to you and that there was most likely no way out of it, you glanced at him for a second and then followed him outside after he excused you and himself from the others.
It was cold outside and a few drops of rain were falling from the dark sky as you silently walked close behind Jack who you then realized, was heading straight to the Black Pearl.
Had he noticed what happened to your arm? Was he angry with you? But then again, you didn’t have the feeling of being this important to him that he would actually be concerned about you not telling him about a wound.
Your mind was racing. Was it something else you‘d done? You thought back to te past days and weeks, trying to find anything you‘d done that might have upset him.
As you were lost in your mind you only now realized that you were already on board of the ship and that Jack was now holding the door to his cabin, waiting for you to step in.
You just nodded quickly and stepped in. This meant trouble for sure. Why else would he let you into his personal space like that?
Now that you knew where you were, you started to look around. Right next to the door there was a bed which looked far more comfortable than the hammocks in which you and the others slept in. In the middle was a huge desk with several maps spread out all over it with small pins in it that marked important points.
Just as you were about to examine what was in the shelfs, he suddenly started speaking:
“You‘re acting weird and that prevents me from drinking until I pass out because I‘m too busy being concerned so tell what is going on.”
His words were slurred together a bit, either because he already was a bit tipsy or because he sometimes talks like this and just gives off the expression that he is drunk. Though you couldn’t quite rule out the possibility that he was always drunk anyway.
“Nothing is wrong I just- I don’t know I‘m not really feeling like celebrating at the moment.”
You said with a small apologetic smile.
Jack looked at you even more concerned now.
“You haven‘t said a single word since we arrived, I know you don’t talk much but I‘m not stupid you know?”
“No really I just-” but your sentence was interrupted by another stinging sensation. You immediately grabbed your arm and again pressed your thumb onto the wound. It had stopped bleeding now but the soaked bandages wouldn’t hold off dirt coming into the wound and at that moment you knew that it was no use lying anymore.
Jack quickly made a step towards you, grabbed your arm firmly and examined it with something you could call a shocked look plastered all over his face.
“Don’t worry, it‘s nothing serious.” You quietly laughed though it fell on deaf ears and then you saw him looking at you and you could have sworn that you never felt worse in your life than at this exact moment. He looked sad and almost..betrayed.
“Can I?”
You didn’t even know what he meant but you just nodded, feeling bad enough about hiding away already.
Slowly and carefully he unwrapped the bandage. His eyebrows tightly knitted together as he saw the blood smeared all over your arm. You yourself had to look away. Was it really this bad?
“Sit down.“
He vaguely gestured to his bed and turned around to grab a bottle of rum and some tissues from one of the many shelves and then walked over to you again, sitting down right beside you.
He carefully grabbed your arm again.
"This might hurt a bit.”
Oh it definitely did. You hissed and bit your lower lip as he poured a bit of the liquid onto your arm and then quickly dried it off with the tissue again.
At least it didn’t look as brutal anymore as it did before.
“When did that happen?” He asked as he got up and walked towards his desk and seemed to search for something within the cupboards of it.
“When we got attacked.” You mumbled looking down into you lap.
“That was hours ago! Why didn’t you say anything?”
You flinched when he raised his voice though you still kept your head down.
You felt how the matress sunk down again next to you, letting you know that he was right back where he was before.
Once more he held you arm with his hands and wrapped a fresh bandage around it with the most care that you had ever seen him do..well- literally anything.
“I didn’t wanna ruin the fun for everyone.“ you muttered silently.
Jack only huffed in response.
Something about this situation made your heart beat speed up. The proximity between you and him was so strange and yet comfortable.
He was so close to you that you could hear his surprisingly soft breathing and every sound of movement one of you two made.
"Don’t ever do that again.”
“What? Getting hurt?”
He chuckled lightly.
“Not telling me when you do.”
Feeling your face heat up upon hearing those words paired with his characteristic laughter you looked away, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“Can I ask you something?”
He hummed in response.
“Why do you- why are you doing this right now?”
Jack was already finished with the bandages but he still held your arm and now you saw him shooting you a look of confusion.
“I didn’t think you‘d care that much to personally..you know..”
‘Patch me up’? You didn’t understand why saying it out loud was so embarrassing so you just kep looking away.
You felt him tensing up beside you. Jack was never someone who was able to express feelings and emotions verbally and this seemed to be one of the moments where he desperately tried to search for an answer he could give you.
“You‘re-”
He stopped, his voice getting quieter and he sighed.
Building up the courage to look up at him, you thought that maybe on his face was a clue of what he wanted to tell you but now he was the one looking away. You saw how his facial expression kept on chaging ever so slightly while he opened his mouth but then immediately closed it again.
“It‘s okay you don’t have to-”
“You‘re important to me.”
His eyes locked with yours as his head snapped back up.
Once again, your face heated up and you could only manage a small smile which he promptly returned.
You looked down at your arm which was still gently being held by him.
“Thank you, Jack.”
“Anytime, love”
A/N: Alright, my first Jack Sparrow x Reader is finished! Even though this really isn’t my best work and I‘m still a bit insecure about it because I have no idea if I captured Jacks character well and the fact that I actually have a writersblock at the moment, make this all a tad difficult :,D. But when I write more one shots or maybe even a story I‘m sure it‘ll get better so yea.
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
(I know that no one’s gonna really see this but eh) I‘m contemplating wether or not I should write Jack Sparrow x Reader because the fandom is basically dead and there are so little fanfictions.
Plus I‘ve gotten super into the franchise (first 3 movies) lately and yea.
But I‘m not sure if anybody’s gonna read these so please gimme some feedback, thanks :D
Snufkuluf Barbossa’s wife and girlfriend /ref /j
