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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.

Something a bit more angstyyy <3

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Captain Jack Sparrow

The salty breeze whipped through your hair as you stood at the helm of the Black Pearl, the legendary ship crafted from tales and dreams, as real as the vast ocean stretching out before you.

The early morning mist clung to the surface of the water, shrouding what lay ahead in a veil of mystery. You, a pirate in your own right, had sailed with Captain Jack Sparrow for countless adventures, and yet today felt different.

Today, you were bound for the Uncharted Isle—a place that sent shivers down the spines of every sailor who dared whisper its name.

As you gazed out at the horizon, Captain Sparrow, with his signature swagger and an exaggerated charm, strolled up beside you. With his trademark tricorn hat tilted rakishly and a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, he leaned casually against the ship’s railing.

“Ah, my dear matey-"

He said, his voice dripping with theatrical flair:

“What do you think awaits us on that accursed land? Perhaps a chest overflowing with glittering gold or... a subtle embrace of danger? I do believe it’ll be a tad bit of both, wouldn’t you concur?”

You chuckled at his antics, his exuberant personality always lifting your spirits.

“I’d like to think of it more as a treasure hunt than a daredevil escapade, Captain.”

Your eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of unearthing lost riches, the thrill of discovery mingling with the warmth of his presence.

Jack flashed a roguish grin, revealing the familiar twinkle of mischief behind his carefully crafted persona.

“A treasure hunt, you say? Fear not, my kind-hearted pirate, for I have a map that could lead us to untold treasures... if we can decipher its riddles first.”

He dramatically pulled a rolled parchment from his coat and waved it like a trophy.

“Then let’s get to work, shall we? I’m ready!”

You replied, determination coursing through your veins.

The Black Pearl inched closer to the shore as you unfurled the timeworn map, its edges frayed and illustrations faded. The island loomed ahead, a jagged silhouette rising from the sea like a sleeping beast, cocooned within dense, verdant foliage.

“Look at those cliffs!”

You pointed out, tracing a finger along the coastline.

“I think the treasure might be hidden within one of those caves.”

With a mischievous smirk, Jack took your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles.

“Lead the way, my fearless navigator. I do believe I have a fondness for your adventurous spirit."

"It seems I may have no choice but to keep you around.”

Your heart fluttered at the contact, warmth blooming beneath your skin.

You hadn’t quite recognized it until now, the way Jack’s presence made you feel alive. With a fierce resolve, you both rowed ashore in a small dinghy, the rhythmic splash of oars echoing in the morning stillness.

As the two of you ventured deeper into the island’s embrace, the atmosphere shifted. The air thickened with the scent of damp earth and wild flowers, and the sounds of the ocean faded into whispers of rustling leaves and distant bird calls.

You navigated the thick underbrush with ease, your instincts honed from years at sea guiding you unerringly toward the heart of the island.

Hours passed as you unraveled the clues on the tattered map, each riddle leading to another with Jack at your side, offering comical quips and supportive wisdom.

The adventure turned from a mere treasure hunt into a thrilling ritual of teamwork, laughter, and camaraderie. As evening approached, you found yourselves in a cavern with walls glistening like stars above your heads.

“Jack, look!”

You exclaimed, pointing to a small alcove shadowed by boulders. A golden gleam flickered in the fading light as if beckoning you closer.

With excitement, you both approached, illuminating the alcove with the flame of a lantern. There, nestled beneath a pile of rocks, was a treasure chest adorned with intricate carvings.

“I believe we have struck gold, my dear!”

Jack gasped, his eyes sparkling with delight. He turned toward you, and for a moment, the world around you faded.

“Together?”

He asked softly, his expression turning tender, looking at the chest.

“Together!”

You affirmed, the moment charged with possibilities. You shared a look, something deeper than the sea itself, and in that heartbeat, it felt as though you were standing on the precipice of something new, something exhilarating.

Both hands reached for the chest, and with a heave, you pushed the heavy lid open.

Inside lay an assortment of gems, rich coins, and ancient trinkets, treasures from lands far and wide. Your chest swelled with excitement, but as you turned to share your joy with Jack, you were caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze.

“You know-”

He began, a playful lilt to his voice,

“It’s not merely the treasure that makes the journey worthwhile. It’s those who sail by your side.”

The sparkle in his eyes held a sincerity that made your heart race.

“Might I be so bold as to say there’s no one else I’d rather have partnered with on this adventure?”

Your cheeks flushed, warmth spreading through you as you stepped closer, the cave’s golden glow casting enchanting shadows on both your faces.

“I feel the same way, Jack. This journey—everyone, everything—it would mean nothing without you.”

In the hushed confines of the cave, the air seemed to shimmer with unspoken words. He took a step further, bridging the distance between you, his gaze unwavering.

“Then let’s make this a voyage to remember, shall we?”

Just as your breath caught in your throat, his lips brushed yours lightly. It was a stolen kiss, more intoxicating than the finest rum, a sweet promise amid the treasures.

The world around you exploded with colors unheard, sealing the connection that had been brewing all along.

As you pulled away, breathless and giddy, you couldn’t resist giggling.

“Well, Captain, I suppose we’ll have to share this treasure as well.”

Jack laughed, his signature charm returning as he winked.

“Aye, I do believe we might make quite the pair after all. Now, shall we divvy up this haul before returning to the sea’s embrace?"

"I imagine there are more adventures awaiting us.”

You said and quickly nodded to him.

Together, you gathered the newfound riches, the gold glimmering in the fading light like the uncharted paths of your future.

With treasures in hand and hearts entwined, you both stepped out of that cave, ready to sail back into the wondrous unknown—bound not just by gold, but by an unbreakable bond that only adventurers could forge on the restless ocean.

For my Captain loves <3 This one was really cool, I love pirate-themed thingies ^^

I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

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William Turner Jr.

The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore accompanied the soft chirping of birds, signaling the start of another beautiful day. You stirred from your slumber, feeling the warmth of your husband beside you. Will, the skilled blacksmith and former pirate, always had a way of making you feel secure and loved.

"Mornin' love..."

You loved watching him as he moved about the kitchen, boiling water for tea while the aroma of fresh bread filled the air. Will wasn’t just a formidable swordsman; he was also an exceptional cook. Every morning, he would surprise you with a delight – whether it be perfectly scrambled eggs or warm pastries.

"Hungry dear? Come join your pirate."

Despite his rough exterior and perilous past, Will possessed a heart of gold. He was fiercely protective of you, always ensuring you had everything you needed. Whenever you faced challenges, he would be there, a steady presence offering encouragement and comfort without needing to say much. You often found solace in his arms, where the world seemed to melt away.

"Shh, I'm right here darlin'."

Will loved showcasing the town you now called home, pointing out different shops and stalls. You noticed how easily he transitioned between being a respected blacksmith to a charming husband, delighting in both worlds effortlessly.

"See there? The best fish in Port Royal!"

Will had a strong belief in communication – something he had learned the hard way through his complicated life. He made it a priority to check in with you regularly throughout the day, asking about your thoughts and feelings. His gentle inquiries made you feel valued, reinforcing the bond you shared. 

"Everything okay, love?"

The intimacy of those quiet evenings were what you cherished most. Underneath the starlit sky, you’d share your dreams and fears, while Will would listen and share his thoughts, his voice steady and reassuring.

"I'm here for you, okay?"

With a content sigh, you knew this life – your life with Will – was exactly where you were meant to be. And as the fire crackled softly, you relished the comfort of your home and the love of your husband, a treasure far greater than anything found in the depths of the ocean.

This was a quick blurb! I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3