#potc headcanons

ISTJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were enemies, you were supposed to be enemies.

・But fate (always) has other plans.

・Your first interaction wasn't the normal law vs outlaw situation

・It was like James couldn't breathe; your eyes, there was something so ... invigorating about them. They drew him in. Words became difficult.

・But when you pulled a weapon, he snapped back into his normal self.

・With his sword pressed against your neck, your smirked and in a flash, twirled and slipped out a hidden dagger. With the sharp knife pressed against his throat, you both subconciously agreed never to hurt one another. Even if you were sworn enemies.

"What's your name?" James said sternly. The height difference made it harder to keep your dagger pressed to his skin.

"Oh, wig, wouldn't you like to know?" And then you lightly bit his ear and disappeared.

・A shiver went down his spine.

・And he hoped no one saw the interaction, because now he was smiling.

・When you were apart, time felt like it was going by too quickly. James was yearning for you, his heart thudding whenever he thought about you.

・After running into each other three separate times, being away from you was too much to bear.

・When you were together, time stopped.

・Eyes looking into eyes. Hands caressing the smallest part of bare skin. Both of you were breathless.

・But you had to keep this from your crew. From the rest of the pirate community.

・If they knew you were together with someone from the law, no one would trust you.

・Your nickname for him is 'wig,' since he always wears that awful powdered white wig. You've told him how terrible it is, but he sees it as another badge for his status.

・Being together means you become more open-minded. You see things from each other's point of views.

・You love the way he becomes so flustered when you whisper in his ear. He always thanks the good god in heaven that he's wearing sleeves because goosebumps erupt as well.

・When he whispered, "I love you," for the first time, you couldn't breathe. This wasn't supposed to go so far. But it did. It has.

・You sat up as thoughts flooded your head.

・Could you ever get married? Would either of you even want to quit your life for the other?

・You looked back at James, who was sprawled in the sheets. His ugly wig discarded, no uniform to be found.

・All you wanted to do was stay in his arms. But your crew could only stay drunk for so long. And you had to get back to them.

・One thing you did know, was that his love would last.

・But your life wasn't ready to change just yet; so you both got dressed, kissed each other goodbye and ... walked away.

・As he had slipped a piece of parchment in your clothes. It read, "forever."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Literal Angel (James) x Smooth Devil (You)

Soft for exactly one person (You) x Is that one person (James)

"Do you love me or do you love chaos?" (You) x "Yes" (James)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

The true Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈(s)

Wands Into The Earth by James Newton Howard

First Kiss by Howard Shore

However, as Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he left quite shortly after your birth to return to the sea.

You never saw him for most of your childhood

But you saw your mother, much to the point where she became an overbearing presence in your life.

You tried to go out on your own will, finding the sea calling out your name

Calypso was quick to correct you and brought you back to face the land

through her you learned valuable spells and tricks, growing your talents in the arts that she was fluent in

But you had inherited your father's frustration and urge to plunder and explore

and it was growing more and more every day

the longer you stayed on the land

the longer your anger grew

there was no peace within your mind

and Calypso knew very well

she also knew that when Davy Jones would return, she would have to stash you away somewhere far in fear that you would leave her too

So, when Davy Jones returned after another decade, he was baffled to see no sign of anyone. He was lost, he was confused, he was broken.

He blamed it on you.

And he swore to get his revenge on both daughter and mother.

Unbeknownst to Calypso, however, you had slipped into a ship in order to find more truth about your supposed father and you continued to live among the pirates away from both parents until you became a full-fledged adult.

That's where all the problems began.

You missed your mother, deeply, but you knew that going back would torment your soul.

And the longer you stayed out in the seas, the greater risk you put on yourself to be caught by Davy Jones.

So, unfortunately, there was only one person you could turn to for help and it was possible the worst decision you could've made.

Jack Sparrow.

He saw you more as a little sister (thankfully) and vowed to protect you on land and on sea

Because truth be told, he feared Davy Jones a little bit too

He never told you the reason why, though

And you never asked him for it, because on your mind you were fixed with other things

Your father wanting your head and your mother wanting you back

It was back between the turmoil you felt as a child - is it the sea or the land that called you?

Where did your responsibility lie? Proving to be a good daughter to your mother, or proving to your father that you were not as cursed as he thought you to be?

But, everything has a plan by the Universe. And your planner clearly did not like to keep you waiting

Because you eventually did reunite with your mother through Jack Sparrow, and Davy Jones followed after with a solemn gaze.

You possessed both their qualities, both their traits and powers.

And if they hated you, so be it.

You weren't going to be dictated by them when they were absent for most of your life.

You were your own person.

You clicked your heels as you stared at the two, before staring back at the rest of the crew behind you.

You stepped forward, a menacing glare on your face.

And the rest was history...

William Turner Jr.

The salt spray was a constant companion, stinging your lips and coating the rough canvas of your tunic.

The Interceptor cut through the waves with a determined, if weary, rhythm, each creak of the timbers a reminder of the vast, unforgiving ocean stretching between you and Elizabeth.

Beside you, William Turner was a study in restless energy, his brow perpetually furrowed, his hands idly clenching and unclenching.

You watched him, as you always did. Since you were children, sharing tales by the flickering light of his blacksmith’s forge, his presence had been the anchor of your world. You’d seen him grow from a wide-eyed orphan to a skilled craftsman, his loyalty as unshakeable as the iron he shaped.

And you loved him- hopelessly, fiercely, with a quiet devotion that felt both like a blessing and a burden.

“She’s… she’s strong, you know.”

Will said, his voice barely above the wind’s howl, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

“Elizabeth. She’ll be fighting them, I know it.”

You nodded, a knot tightening in your stomach.

“Of course she will, Will. She’s resourceful.”

Your words were meant to be comforting, reassuring him, but each syllable felt like a tiny chisel chipping away at your own heart. He spoke of Elizabeth with such reverence, such desperate hope.

It was a love you understood, a love you’d witnessed blossom over the years, a love you yearned for him to feel for you, even as you knew it was impossible.

You’d spent countless hours on this journey, the two of you, sometimes with Jack Sparrow’s exasperating presence, sometimes just the quiet companionship of the sea.

Will was consumed by Elizabeth’s abduction by Barbossa, his every waking moment dedicated to devising plans, fretting over probabilities, or simply staring into the endless blue, imagining her plight.

And you, your own heart aching, stood by him, a silent pillar of support.

He often spoke of her bravery, her spirit, the way she’d stood up to the pirates even as they swarmed Port Royal.

“She’s truly remarkable.”

He’d murmur, almost to himself, and you’d bite back the sharp retort that bubbled up- I’m here too, Will. I’ve always been here. Instead, you’d offer a soft,

“She is.”

Days bled into a monotonous string of sunrises and sunsets. You ate together, slept in shifts, shared watch on the deck under a blanket of stars.

Will, despite his worry, never lost his innate blacksmith’s practicality. He’d sharpen his cutlass, polish the hilt, always meticulous.

Once, he’d found a loose hinge on a storage locker and, without a word, had taken it apart, hammered it back into shape, and reattached it. You watched him, admiring the easy strength in his hands, the focused intensity in his eyes. He caught your gaze then, a faint smile touching his lips.

“Good as new!”

He’d said, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes held yours longer than usual, a warmth there that wasn’t about Elizabeth.

But then the conversation would invariably drift back.

“Do you think she’ll be cold? On that ship?”

He’d ask, his voice laced with concern.

“Barbossa’s a monster. He wouldn’t hurt her, would he?”

Your chest would clench.

“He wants the medallion, Will. He needs her blood. He won’t harm her until he gets what he wants.”

It was a cold comfort, but it was all you had. You had to be pragmatic, for both your sakes. You had to be strong, because he needed you to be.

One night, the moon hung low and swollen, casting a silver path across the water. Will was leaning against the railing, his silhouette stark against the glow. You joined him, the quiet hum of the ship your only company.

“Sometimes..”

He began, his voice rough with exhaustion,

“I close my eyes, and I can see her face. So clear. And I just… I need to find her.”

You felt the familiar pang, the tightening in your chest. Here it was again, the raw, undeniable proof of his devotion to her. You wrapped your arms around yourself, a chill that had nothing to do with the night air creeping in.

“You will, Will...”

You whispered, your voice a little strained.

“We will.”

He turned then, slowly, his eyes finding yours in the dim light. And for the first time, you saw a different sort of confusion in them. Not just worry for Elizabeth, but something else, something directed at you.

“You know..”

He said, his voice softer,

“you’ve been remarkable. You always are. You never complain, you just… help. You’re always there.”

The unexpected praise sent a jolt through you. Your heart hammered against your ribs. This wasn’t about Elizabeth. This was about you.

“We’re friends, Will.”

You managed, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Childhood friends. Of course I’m here.”

He shook his head slightly, his gaze unwavering.

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

He mused, almost to himself.

“With Elizabeth… I thought… I thought it was love. All the knights in shining armor stories come to life, you know? The governor’s daughter, the noble pursuit.”

He paused, his gaze drifting from your eyes to your lips, then back up.

“But now… now I look at you, and it’s different.”

Your breath hitched. Your very being seemed to freeze, suspended in the cool night air.

“When I think of Elizabeth..”

He continued, his voice a low, hesitant murmur,

“I think of grand gestures. Of saving her. It’s dramatic, it’s… intense. And yes, I want to keep her safe, desperately so. She’s my friend, my dear friend. But with you…”

He reached out, his calloused hand hesitantly covering yours where it rested on the railing. The warmth of his skin was an electric shock, sending shivers down your arm.

“With you...”

He repeated, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand,

“it’s quiet. It’s… peace. It’s the feeling of coming home, even when we’re out here in the middle of nowhere. It’s knowing that no matter what happens, you’ll understand. You’ll be there. You always have been. And I… I never truly saw it.”

His gaze, clear and earnest, met yours.

“I thought what I felt for Elizabeth was love, because it fit the story. But what I feel for you… it’s just… you. It’s real. It’s been real all along, hasn’t it?”

Your eyes burned, hot with unshed tears. The jealousy, the angst, the quiet despair you’d carried for so long, began to dissolve, replaced by an overwhelming, joyous rush. He saw it. He saw you.

“Will?”

You breathed, your voice barely a whisper, filled with a disbelief that slowly morphed into profound relief.

His thumb smoothed over your knuckles again, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.

“I’ve been so confused..”

He admitted, his voice rough with emotion.

“So focused on what I thought I should feel, what I should do. But holding your hand now, looking at you… it’s like the fog has lifted. Everything is suddenly clear.”

He squeezed your hand gently.

“The thought of losing you, of you not being here by my side… that’s the true fear. Not just for Elizabeth, but… for us.”

He stumbled over the word, "us," as if it were brand new, yet so fundamentally right.

A tear finally escaped, tracing a warm path down your cheek. You couldn’t speak, not yet.

The sheer weight of his confession, the sudden, liberating realization that the love you held for him was reciprocated, was too much.

He leaned in slowly, his gaze searching yours, asking for permission. You didn’t hesitate, leaning in too, meeting him halfway. His lips were soft, hesitant at first, then firming with a tenderness that made your soul ache in the best possible way.

It wasn't a passionate, sweeping kiss of storybooks, but something deeper, quieter, a profound acknowledgment of years of unspoken affection, a promise whispered on the salty breeze.

When he pulled back, just inches away, his eyes were still on yours, no longer confused, but filled with a newfound clarity, a gentle warmth that promised home.

“We still have to find Elizabeth..”

You finally managed, your voice thick with emotion.

“And we will.”

He nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“Yes, we will.”

He agreed, his grip on your hand tightening, a silent vow.

“But now… now I know who I’m coming back to.”

The ship continued its journey, cutting through the dark waves towards whatever fate awaited you.

But the world had shifted on its axis. The heavy burden of unrequited love had lifted, replaced by a delicate, precious hope.

You were still on a perilous voyage, still worried for Elizabeth’s safety, but now, a different kind of warmth had settled in your heart, a steady, comforting glow that promised a future you suddenly dared to dream of, right there beside William Turner.

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