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2006-10-27T17:21:38Z

Some fanfiction, methinks. =]

Title: An Accord
Author: Nicole (PineappleIce/SulliedXUnusual)
Rating: Teen
Notes: For potc_cliche. Sparrington.
Summary: Drunken James needs Jack to come to his rescue.

"And then- and then... Sack Jarrow came and he fell off the wall thing, fell into the water. Rather pretty sort of man, him. Nice eyes." The slurred words floated over the rum held in his shaking hand, the soft eyes blurring in and out of focus. His audience was a rather nice pot plant, though he was attracting much attention from the amused wenches and pirates in the tavern.

One of these pirates was indeed Captain Jack Sparrow, who, hidden behind another plant, was wearing a slightly slanting grin on his golden face as he listened to Norrington's drunken ramblings. The Commodore was clearly drunk beyond all measure, his hollowed cheeks flushed.

He reached up and tossed the dirty, matted white wig from his tangled brown hair. It flew through the air and smacked a large, bald man in the side of the face. This man rose and began to shout at Norrington, who rose unsteadily and kicked back his chair so that it wobbled promisingly, as though it was about to fall loudly and purposefully over. It stayed upright.

"'Tisn't my fault you didn't move out of the way of the wying fig!" Norrington slurred, balling his fists.

Jack rose suddenly, rushing over to James, slipping an arm around his waist to hold him up. "It's fine, Jamie," he murmured soothingly to him, then he said to the large man, "Mate, leave 'im, 'e's drunk!"

Then he was steering the drunken form of Norrington out of the tavern, into the dark, wet street. James blinked at him. "My rum... where is it?"

"Back in there, mate, but I don't think you should be headin' back in."

James swallowed. "You're... him!"

Jack had no idea what James was on about. "Aye."

Emotions fleeted through those grey eyes for about twenty seconds before a storm settled in them. Jack noticed this, but too late. "Bastard!" James shouted, and then his fist collided hard with Jack's jaw, lifting him clean off the floor. Jack landed hard on his back.

He didn't move. Silently, he praised James for having a strong arm. He massaged his chin. "There was really no need for that, mate."

To his great surprise, James began to cry. He dropped to his knees beside Jack. "You're a bilthy fastard," he sobbed.

Jack sat up suspiciously. "What did I do?"

James really was a pathetic sight to see. Tears splashed down his rum-soaked shirt, broad shoulders shook with sorrow. For a long time, he didn't reply, merely wiped at his face with large hands. Jack stared at him in concern. He really was a danger to himself. Jack decided he would take him to the Pearl to sleep it off.

"Mate-" he began, placing a comforting hand on the Commodore's shoulder, but James jerked away, shrieking,

"Don't touch me!"

Jack scowled. He was getting irritated. "It wasn't that when you were saying I was hot."

James stopped crying. He looked at Jack with analytical grey eyes. "I suppose you are a little," he said finally. "But you're like a woman in some ways."

"Thanks," Jack said sarcastically. "You're terribly manly yerself, sitting there cryin'. Now, are yer going ter come back to the Pearl with me?"

James blinked. "Are we going to have sex?"

Jack stood up, offering him a calloused hand, which he took. Jack tugged him to his feet. "If yer like, mate."

James allowed Jack to support him as they staggered down the lane towards the sea. Jack watched his skin turn from yellow to green, listened to him sing softly.

"We're only havin' sex if yer stop singin', mate."

James grinned. "We have an accord."

"And yer'd better not be sick in me mouth, savvy?"

End.

And now a couple for fanfic100.
Title: Daydream
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Anamaria/Jack Sparrow
Prompt: #96 Writer's Choice- Kiss
Word Count: 131
Rating: Teen
Summary: Jack wants to kiss Ana.
Author's Notes: I kind of like this one.

Jack lay on his back, eyes closed. Quite often he slept on the deck like this, but tonight sleep did not come easily. He was remembering the way Ana had looked at him at dinner. Not with the usual narrow-eyed, tight-cheeked expression where her lips would twist in an ugly way. She had smiled, and it had made him feel strange, for when she smiled, her lips were plump, dark, soft. And he wanted to kiss them.

He imagined her kneeling down beside him, face above his, eyes half-closed. She smiled down at him, before lowering her mouth to his, kissing him deeply, softly, her mouth warm and pleasant. Then she moved back and laughed a little, eyes twinkling.

Then Jack opened his eyes and saw nothing but the dark sky. He sighed.

Title: Beautiful
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Anamaria/Jack Sparrow
Prompt: #67 Snow
Word Count: 105
Rating: General
Summary: Jack takes Ana to see the snow.
Author's Notes: Something positive, for a change.

Dark cheeks flushed and pink with cold and excitement, white snow clinging to ebony hair. Red lips parted in awe, wide eyes bright with delight. Anamaria shivered and smiled as she took in the scene before them, the snow-topped hill, the thick grey clouds overhead showering them with heavy whiteness. There was pure delight in her charming features, the breath caught in her slender throat. She stuck out her tongue to catch a snowflake and laughed.

"What do yer think, luv?" he asked her, his eyes fixed upon her. There was something wonderful about her pleasure.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, and Jack smiled. He had to agree.

I have more fanfiction to update but this little batch'll do for now. Seraphic's new chapter is coming soon. And there's a new colour scheme here. Feedback is love my friends!

the return of cole

2006-10-26T02:42:08Z

it's been a funny old month, that's my excuse for disappearing.
i'm back now.
:)

Random!

2006-10-09T20:51:36Z

I miss lovenorma like a bitch.
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Anyone have any fic requests? I feel like writing some stuff for other people.
I want to change the layout here as well.
/Nicole out.

Obsession

2006-10-05T13:42:48Z

#16 "Obsession" (Jack Sparrow, POTC)
Fandom: POTC
Title: Obsession
Author/Artist: Nicole (PineappleIce or sulliedxunusual)
Theme: #16 Envy
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Anamaria, Elizabeth Swann
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Summary: Her obsession with Jack Sparrow drives Ana to murder.

"Jack..." Elizabeth had blushed in a very pretty way and blinked soft eyes. One warm hand was closed around his wrist as she faced him, breathing shallowly. "I need to tell you something."

She was going to say that she loved him. Jack had been expecting it for a while, and he didn't want to hear it. He was fond of Elizabeth, fonder of her than of any woman, but he would never love her back. "Don't say it, luv," he warned, looking away.

"But I-" She never finished, because he kissed her, hard and passionate, only to stop the words escaping. He realised everyone was watching them, realised they would now know of what had been happening in Jack's cabin each night. Great.... He moved away and nodded to the glowing Elizabeth.

"Ana! Ana! What have you done?" Jack faced her, horrified, his eyes quite unable to take in the vivid scene before his eyes.

Ana, covered in blood and tears, did not reply. Her lips trembled and she stared at Elizabeth, apparently horrified herself. Elizabeth lay against the wall, a shocked expression on her pale, cold face, her empty eyes open. Her body was a red mess from the dagger in Ana's hand.

"You killed her!" Jack breathed.

"You kissed her," Ana said shakily. "You loved her!" There was fire in her eyes now, anger in that wicked face.

"I didn't love her! I didn't!"

Ana fled. Jack swallowed around the large lump that seemed to have formed in his throat and lifted the cold, dead body of the woman he hadn't loved.

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Miscalculation

2006-09-30T14:54:33Z

For ficalbum.

POTC: Jack Sparrow
Title: Miscalculation
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington
CD & Song: Muse- Black Holes and Revelations #5 A Soldier's Poem
Rating: Teen
Author's Notes: I wanted to do a fic from Norrington's POV about Jack. I like how this one turned out... though I must admit it's rather twisted.

I would still lay down my life for you
And do you think you deserve your freedom?

No, I don't think you do
There's no justice in the world
There's no justice in the world
And there never was

Sitting there, so calm, a filthy, matted black veil of beautiful hair across a serene face. Hands clapped in irons, small dirty fingers entangled. Jack Sparrow.

James watched him; God, he was so handsome, sitting bravely in the centre of his captured crew. James swallowed. How he hated this man... so free. Why should Jack Sparrow be free if James Norrington couldn't be? It was wrong. So James was going to solve the problem.

It would hurt. God damn him, it would hurt. It would only ever be at James's hands- the Commodore would never let another man finish Jack Sparrow, the man he loathed and loved so much.

Jack raised empty eyes to James's face and James wished Jack could only love him back. He forced a cruel smirk and inclined his head as Jack grinned.

It would be so heartbreakingly satisfying to kill Jack Sparrow.

Fic (Life)

2006-09-27T06:37:52Z

Title: Life
Author: Nicole (PineappleIce or SulliedxUnusual)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Will nurses Jack.
Author's Notes: Set after 'Of Loss and Finding'; this is the third in a series. More?... Maybe. Also, the last line of this is most ambiguous... I want you to choose what it means.

As soon as Will drew the covers up to Jack's chin, the pirate fell asleep. Will knew his wounds needed tending, but he did not want to wake the beautiful pirate, to disturb that angelic, calm expression. Will just stood watching him for a while, listening to his soft, snuffling breathing.

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"Dear William?"

Will opened his eyes slowly, confused for a moment. There was the familiar rise and fall of the sea beneath the ship, there was the warmth in Jack's cabin, and there was Jack, lying in his bed, looking across at him with a smile. Will blinked and realised he was sitting in Jack's chair, and had fallen asleep.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, stretching. "I am sorry, Jack, I intended to stay awake to make sure you were-"

"You've had a long day, mate. No worries." Jack was grinning. Will noticed the colour was coming back into his cheeks, though they were still white with death.

"Your wounds need cleaning," Will said. "Shall I get Elizabeth? A woman's touch, you know..."

"A eunuch'll do just the same, Will," Jack smiled teasingly back. His eyes were warm. "Please, mate, I'd rather you than her..."

Will's heart rose to his throat. "Then me you shall have."

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"Bugger. Bugger. Bugger!" Jack swore as Will swabbed at his wounds with salty water. Will watched him wince and wished for a second stupid Elizabeth had been responsible for inflicting all this pain. Only for a moment, though. Will would still rather it was him.

"It'll hurt more if it gets infected," Will said sagely, reaching for the white fabric he was going to wrap the wounds in.

Jack merely scowled.

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Will tucked Jack back up after cleaning him, and turned to go, but a surprisingly small, gentle hand grabbed his wrist. Startled, he looked back to the pirate.

"Stay with me," Jack urged.

Will did not hesitate. He kicked off his boots and slid into the bed with Jack, surprised when the pirate cuddled right up to him, his head on Will's chest. Will wrapped an arm around him gingerly, as though worried he might break, and felt sleep wash over him.

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Morning came, and Will opened his eyes to find the conflicted face of Elizabeth. She was carrying a tray of breakfast, her hair framing her pretty face. This vision of loveliness was spoilt by the slightly narrowed eyes and the clenched jaw as she surveyed the two men.

Jack was still sleeping. Will could hear his gentle snores. "Good morning, Elizabeth," he said, looking her in the eye.

"Good morning," she said in constricted tones. "I brought Jack some breakfast."

"He's still asleep," Will said.

"I noticed." She stomped her foot. "I'll leave this here. Tell him I sent it."

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"Breakfast. Elizabeth sent it."

Will watched Jack yawn before popping some bread into his mouth. "Good. I'm starvin', me."

"Hmm." Will pulled his boots on. He needed to get away from Jack for a while. He was getting scared of his own feelings.

"Where are you goin'?" Jack asked.

"Walk. I need to."

"What's wrong, Will?"

Will blinked. "Elizabeth. She's in love with you." And he left.

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Will watched the waves rise and fall with a sad expression. He had done it now. Jack would fall for the smitten Elizabeth and Will would be pushed out. He would never see Jack again; this hurt the most. He tugged at his hair fretfully and sighed.

"In love with me, you say?" Will spun, seeing Jack standing before him. He looked paler than before in the bright sunlight.

"Jack!" Will scolded, forgetting all else. "You should be in bed."

Jack ignored him. "In love with me?" he repeated.

Will sighed, raising eyes to the blue sky. "Yes. Now back to bed with you."

"But I don't love her." Jack's words, combined with his meaningful eyes, made Will tingle. Before he knew it, the smaller man had stepped forward, entwining fingers into Will's hair. And forgetting the whole crew was watching, Will leaned forward and their lips met. Will was not surprised at the salty taste on Jack's chapped lips. He drew back and saw Jack smile.

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This time Will put Jack to bed, there was never any question of him not staying.

Fin.

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POTC. Anamaria/Jack Sparrow. #041. Shapes

2006-09-22T15:53:30Z

POTC. Anamaria/Jack Sparrow. #041. Shapes
Title: Ink
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Anamaria/Jack Sparrow
Prompt: #041 Shapes
Word Count: 106
Rating: General
Summary: The ink intruiges Ana.
Author's Notes: Don't know where this came from, but I haven't done fanfic_100 for a while so I figured I should write it.

They spiralled over his golden, weather-worn skin, black lines and curves that joined to make up shapes she couldn't put a name to. They intruiged her more than she could ever explain to him. She would spend many nights when he was sleeping looking at the ink with wide brown eyes, lips slightly parted. Surely no man had ever suited tattoos more than Jack Sparrow. It was as though he had been born with them, though of course that was not possible.

But the freedom and wildness in the shapes was certainly in Jack, and it made her smile as she ran a gentle finger down them.

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Seraphic, Chapter Two

2006-09-19T16:09:33Z

Seraphic, by Nicole (PineappleIce/SulliedxUnusual)
Pairing: Sparrington
Warnings: Slash, DMC spoilers, swearing
Chapter Rating: General/PG
Summary: Jack Sparrow finds that he can go anywhere he wants after his death, and where better to go than to James Norrington, the man responsible? James is living in Port Royal and finding that life was much lighter on the Black Pearl. When Jack finds him, both their worlds get turned upside down... again.
(chapter 1)

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Disclaimer: I really, really, really wish I had the power to make Sparrington really happen. As I own nothing at all, I do not.
Author's Notes: Ah, the second chapter. Sorry about the lack of Jack/James interaction so far but I assure you it is essential to the story. I'm not sure if I want a beta for this or not but if you would like to beta it, just let me know. I'll get back to you if I'm interested in actually having one. Ah, so indecisive. Now... the chapter!

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Seraphic
Chapter Two: An Ally

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"Mr Norrington? Mr Norrington?" A low, throaty voice was the first thing James heard the next morning. He woke up reluctantly, his dream already slipping away from him. It had involved the rush of the sea, though there wasn't a lack of water that morning; the rain was still falling heavily. He opened his eyes to see Lady Beckett standing in his doorway, carrying a tray of breakfast.

"Lady Beckett," he said, yawning. "I don't mind you bringing me breakfast, but tell me, do you not have any maids in this house?"

"Of course we do," she replied, clucking her tongue. "Only... Cutler doesn't want them feeding you, since technically you're in his employ too."

James held back the words that threatened to burst free from his mouth and forced a sour smile. He decided it was not a good idea to insult the husband of his only ally. "You are most kind, Lady Beckett," he said, and he really did appreciate it. Personally, he couldn't see why anyone would want to treat him well. He hadn't been such a great person himself. He had stolen the heart of Davy Jones from Jack Sparrow, who had needed it to survive. A funny thought occured to him then; what if Jack Sparrow had died because of his actions? But that was just silly. For months, Sparrow had outran his entire fleet. He was not a man who was about to be wiped away quickly. These thoughts brought a real, true smile to his face, though he wasn't sure quite why.

"I do not mind," she replied softly, coming over to him. "It is nice to have someone to talk to."

"Do you not talk to Lord Beckett?" James asked her, intruiged.

She paused before answering, placing the tray in his lap and pouring some tea into a cup from a small pot. Her tiny hands were white and trembling, as always. Her plain face was dark and unreadable, her large, pale blue eyes staring at his lap. "Not particularly," she said finally.

James did feel terribly sorry for her. She was not attractive, that much was true, but she was pure of heart. Beckett did not deserve someone so kind. Since he had discovered that taking his ugly wife to social events did not earn him a good reputation, he had started taking a woman named Lillian DeFlore. Miss DeFlore was beautiful, easily more so than Elizabeth Swann, whom he had doted on for so long, but quite mean. "There is a dinner at Governor Swann's house tonight, is there not, Lady Beckett?" James asked, partially hoping to get her to talk about Lillian DeFlore, partially wanting to know if there was any horrid jobs Beckett was going to have him doing.

"There is," she said, tucking a stray strand of white-blonde hair behind her ear, and wiping her hands on her red dress.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"I am not attending," she said, and there was definately a tone of bitterness in her voice. She moved to walk away, before she stopped, obviously deciding to confide in James. He was certain she had nobody else. "Cutler is taking Miss DeFlore."

James had wanted her to confide in him, wanted to remember what it was like to have a true friend again. But now, he was at a loss of words. "I'm sorry."

She walked back over to him and sat down on the bed, staring at her knees. "It's been like this for a long time now. I know I'm not pretty..."

"You are quite a fine lady, if I say so myself," James said with an encouraging smile. She glanced at him.

"Not beautiful, though. And that's all that matters, isn't it? The woman just hangs off the man's arm, smiles at people. What she thinks does not matter. It's her face that does, and mine does not fit." She sniffed, but seemed determined not to cry. "Do not mistake my words, Mr Norrington- I do not love my husband. But I would like respect."

He nodded, reached out and placed a comforting hand on her tiny shoulder. "I understand, Lady Beckett. But, pray tell, why did you marry him if you do not love him?"

"My parents could not find a man to take me as his wife. At the time, Cutler owed them a large favour." She laughed grimly. "You can guess the rest." She looked to the window, then back to James. "Thank you for listening. I must go now. Cutler asked me to tell you to go to his study after breakfast."

"As you wish, Lady Beckett," James said, nodding formally.

She rose and headed to the door. Her hand had closed around the brass handle when she turned around, her thin lips curved slightly. "And I'd have a shave if I were you, Mr Norrington." Then she nodded her head and left.

James smiled to himself as he sipped his tea, feeling his stubble with his thumb. He had actually grown quite attached to his beard, but there was no place for it here, so now he shaved often. That was another thing that had started to irk him. Before, as in before going to Tortuga and running into Jack Sparrow, having a clean-shaven face and seeing everyone around you with one was something he regarded as perfectly normal. Now, it irritated him.

He had to admit to himself, he was a changed man. He wasn't sure what exactly had changed him. Tortuga? The Pearl? Or something else? He might have pondered it if something hadn't caught his eye at that moment. Something that shocked him, definately something he didn't expect to see on his bedroom floor. It was something he hadn't seen in a long time, something he hadn't even seen on it's owner in a long time.

He placed the tray down carefully and slid out of bed, the chill air making the hairs on his legs stand up. He went over to it and picked it up, shocked at how warm it felt, how solid in his hands. He might have thought he had mistaken it for something else if it didn't smell so strongly of salt and spices.

"Mr Norrington!" Beckett's cold voice rang through the house. "Hurry up, if you please!"

James muttered under his breath and looked back at the item in his hands. So strange... but there wasn't time to dwell on it now. He ran a hand back through long, brown hair and wondered where his clothes were. He went over to his bed, still stunned with shock and confusion as to how it had got to be on his bedroom floor. He blinked, before placing Captain Jack Sparrow's hat on the pillow.

sulliedxunusual @ 2006-09-15T21:53:00

2006-09-15T21:12:50Z

I haven't updated in forever, so to make it up to you guys, I bring a fic I was requested to write and some icons. :D

Title: Of Loss And Finding
Author: Nicole (PineappleIce or SulliedxUnusual)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Will wants to be the one to find Jack's body; he does so, and finds it surprisingly full of life.
Author's Notes: Set after 'Leverage' (Morbid Curiosity #7 on fanfic.net). Possibly another piece coming after this one depending on response.

Will sat, white-lipped, glass-eyed. He was aware of people moving around him, moving into the building he had just been thrown from. But nothing else seemed to be going into his head. His mind seemed to have so many thoughts in it that none of them could win, and so all was numb. He was sure that soon the knowledge of what he had lost would overwhelm him. But for now, he was calm.

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A hand, once white and gentle and soft, grasped his bare shoulder. He looked down at it, saw the rough brown skin, and then looked up into her face.

"Will," she said, running a tongue over dry, cracked red lips. "Was Jack here? Where is he now?"

A half-laugh, half-sob escaped his mouth as he looked at Elizabeth Swann. If only she knew.

"Will!" she said, more sharply.

He knew he should communicate the truth to her, the heartbreaking, overwhelming truth, but somehow the words got lost in his throat. He shook his head hopelessly. She merely rolled her eyes to the sky. When had he stopped loving her? He watched as she stood up, heading into the door. It had to be safe now.

If it was safe, he wanted to be the one who found Jack. Part of him wasn't sure he could stand seeing him, so cold, but part of him sickened at the thought of Elizabeth or Gibbs finding him. It had to be Will.

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The room was littered with bodies. Will felt his stomach turn at the smell, recognising some of the people lying dead as fellow members of Jack's crew. But he couldn't see Jack anywhere.

Elizabeth was rolling bodies over, the very image of despair, the very image of the brave, yet feminine pirate she so longed to be; tears rolled down fine cheekbones, golden hair streamed from a three-cornered hat, yet still she continued dutifully, her face pained, looking for her Captain. Will almost scoffed at the image.

He spotted the pirate who had held the pistol to Jack's head, and indeed the pistol lay beside him. But Jack's body was not there, where it most certainly should be. Something ignited in Will that he couldn't explain, and he stepped slowly towards the pistol. There was blood on the floor.

It was the brightest, most vivid blood he had ever seen, the lively scarlet a stark contrast to the crimson blood that seemed to be everywhere else. This strange liquid could only belong to the brightest, most vivid person Will had ever seen.

Jack Sparrow.

Eyes sharp, hope burning in his chest, he looked around, quickly spotting the trail of this scarlet substance. It moved right across the floor, and disappeared through a small door. Will followed it, mind free of anything else, and pushed at the door, finding it opened onto a staircase that headed up. And at the bottom of the staircase-

"Jack!" The word croaked out of Will's throat, since no words had left it for so long.

The pirate's golden cheeks were pale and his lips were chewed from pain. He was slumped on the floor, a fair smattering of that scarlet blood on his dirty shirt. But he was grinning, albeit weakly, and his eyes couldn't have been any warmer as they saw Will. This was Captain Jack Sparrow.

"You're alive," Will whispered.

"You sound surprised, dear Mister Turner," Jack said, in a dry, weak voice. "It just so happened that all hell broke loose in here as the pistol went off; the crew came in the back door, and I managed to twist a little, so that the bullet did less damage..." He coughed.

"We need to get you back to the Pearl," Will said firmly.

Jack allowed Will to tug him to his feet. Will supported the smaller man as Jack leaned on him heavily, struggling to move. Will was almost tempted to throw the pirate over his shoulders and carry him all the way back down to the Pearl, but somehow he didn't think Jack's pride could take such an insult.

Elizabeth appeared at the door as Will helped Jack out of it. Her red mouth formed a perfect 'o' of surprise. "Jack!" she exclaimed.

"Hello, Lizzie, luv," Jack said, as though they had happened to meet in the street. Will noticed straight away that Jack had allowed Will to see a softer, more vunerable side of himself, and he had become more guarded at the sight of Elizabeth. Will felt as though his stomach had turned over, and he wasn't sure why.

"Here, let me help you," Elizabeth said, rushing forward to support Jack's other side.

"I can manage, Elizabeth!" Will snapped irritably. Elizabeth pouted but didn't press the matter, merely spun on her heel and moved gracefully over to the door, turning to say,

"I'll go and tell the crew to go back to Pearl and prepare for Jack, shall I?" She moved off without waiting for a reply.

Will and Jack went slowly over to the door. For a moment they were silent, Will concentrating on helping his Captain. He could feel Jack's warm arm slung around his back, but he was trying to ignore it. Finally, they had successfully picked their way around the bodies and were standing bathed in warm sunlight. Will glanced down at Jack, who smiled back up at him.

"Can you go on?" Will asked seriously.

Jack nodded bravely, but a few steps down the road, he was breathing heavily, his grip on Will almost painful. Will glanced ahead at the quickly-disappearing Elizabeth, and made his decision. Without saying a word, he scooped the surprisingly light Jack Sparrow into his arms and carried him to the Black Pearl.
END.

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[6] Turrow
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Seraphic, Chapter One

2006-09-02T22:07:48Z

Seraphic, by Nicole (PineappleIce/SulliedxUnusual)
Pairing: Sparrington
Warnings: Slash, DMC spoilers, swearing
Chapter Rating: Teen
Summary: Jack Sparrow finds that he can go anywhere he wants after his death, and where better to go than to James Norrington, the man responsible? James is living in Port Royal and finding that life was much lighter on the Black Pearl. When Jack finds him, both their worlds get turned upside down... again.

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Disclaimer: I really, really, really wish I had the power to make Sparrington really happen. As I own nothing at all, I do not.
Author's Notes: Should most likely not be starting a new fic, but I can't help myself with this. Not sure how often this is going to be updated. You'd be best off friending me to keep track. :-) Feedback please!
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Seraphic
Chapter One: Introduction

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Rain, rain, rain. James Norrington was sick of the bloody rain. All it seemed to do in this blasted town was rain. Ever since Beckett and his bloody East India Trading Company had arrived, the bastards, the weather had been miserable. But that suited his mood just fine. Just fine indeed.

He had expected everything to be wonderful again as soon as he handed that bloody heart over to that pompous bastard Beckett. Now, he wasn't sure why he had thought that. Beckett had lazily informed him that he could eventually be Commodore again, but he was going to have to work for it. Basically, James was Beckett's slave. And he was not bloody happy. He reached for more rum.

He was staying in Beckett's house. It was a tiny, cold room that was always dark and bleak. Beckett did not seem concerned about feeding him, but his wife seemed to have a soft spot for James. She was tiny, plain, quite easily the ugliest woman James had ever seen, but very nice to him. And he appreciated it. Then again, darling Cutler did not seem to treat her well. Not that he seemed to care about anyone else anyway. Bastard.

James had thought he might get off the rum as soon as he left Tortuga. But in this cold, cruel new world that was Port Royal gone so, so wrong, rum was often the only thing that could get him through the day. He was using the small wage Beckett was paying him on this drink he had previously regarded as vile. Actually, he still regarded it as vile.

And he still wasn't allowed to wear a bloody wig. Beckett said he had to 'earn it'.

Bastard, bastard, bastard.

James drained the dirty glass of rum, then decided it was time to get some sleep. After all, God only knew how many tasks Beckett would have him doing tomorrow.

As he lay down on the bed, wrapping himself in the thin sheet, he listened to the wind and rain lashing against his window. He closed his eyes and thought, just for a moment, that he missed the free, wonderful time aboard the Black Pearl, the time spent with that eccentric Jack Sparrow.

But it was only for a moment.

sulliedxunusual @ 2006-09-02T15:06:00

2006-09-02T14:09:17Z

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[1-4] POTC Quote Icons (both movies)
[5-14] POTC:DMC Icons

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Two Deathfics

2006-09-01T21:39:10Z

Fandom: POTC
Title: Leverage
Author/Artist: Nicole (PineappleIce or sulliedxunusual)
Theme: #24 Weakness
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Will Turner
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Character death, and there's slash if you want there to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC.
Summary: Jack could have left Will to die, but he had leverage to save the blacksmith's life; his own.

"I told you not to come!" Will Turner's voice was loud, carrying, on the edge of hysteria. Bright brown eyes gazed at Jack out of a horrified face.

Jack nodded, his face serious. "I know you did." The pirate holding his right shoulder gripped a little tighter. The pistol being held at his head was pushed up harder.

"Did you not know it was a trap?" Will demanded, his hair streaming into his face as he tried in vain to escape the chair he was tied to.

"Of course I did," Jack replied calmly.

Will's voice was angry, cracked with emotion, and his eyes were bright with tears. "Then you are the most foolish pirate I have ever met! Why did you come?"

"Leverage, mate. This time it's me."

Will had stopped struggling. His face was confused. "What are you talking about, Jack? They're going to kill us-"

"No, Mister Turner; no, they aren't." Jack smiled a little. "My life in exchange for your freedom. They already agreed."

Will went white. "No!" he exclaimed, trying to wriggle free once more. "No! You're my Captain, we share the same fate, Jack!"

"You don't deserve my fate, mate," Jack said, still with that grim smile. "You're a free man, I don't deserve anythin' from you, you of all people."

Someone was behind Will, unfastening the rope around his wrists. He was being pulled to his feet, steered towards the door, towards freedom. But his eyes were fixed on Captain Jack Sparrow, standing so still, so calm, pinned between two fearsome pirates. "Why are you doing this?" he shouted, as he was pulled away. Tears burned his cheeks; was this going to be the last time he saw Jack? "Jack!"

"You always were my favourite weakness, dear William," came the gentle reply that somehow carried over to Will's ears as he reached the sunlight.

Will was thrown forward; he hit the ground hard on his front and heard the door close behind him. Then the pistol went off.

"The fool," Will whispered.

Fandom: POTC
Title: Understanding
Author/Artist: Nicole (PineappleIce or sulliedxunusual)
Theme: #17 Redemption
Characters: Jack Sparrow, James Norrington
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Death, and you may find slash in here if you look for it.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC.
Summary: James Norrington had made his decision. Now he had to carry it out.

"I'm sorry there's nothing more I can do," James said, hands crossed behind his back as he rocked stiffly on his heels. His face was paler than usual, his eyes fixed firmly on the wall behind Jack.

Jack, shackled to the wall, swallowed. "No, you aren't," he whispered, but it was without bitterness. He blinked, numb, understanding, calm. "I'm your redemption, aye? You get rid of me and you get back your status, your life..."

James looked strange to Jack, standing before him, poker straight in his neat, crisp navy jacket and polished shoes, that ridiculous wig on his head. His face was clean-shaven again. Jack almost scoffed. He had seen this man at his lowest point, and it had suited him so much more. The soon-to-be Commodore licked his pale lips, looked up to the ceiling. For a moment, his grey eyes looked wet. "That's right," he said softly.

Then there was silence. It was the most comfortable silence Jack had ever shared with James, one where they both understood the other perfectly.

Then James was holding a pistol. His hand was shaking but his face was quite calm. He had made his decision.

"I'm glad it ends here, with you," Jack murmured out, closing his eyes.

James almost smiled. "I would have it no other way." A million things rushed to the tip of his tongue, but only one word escaped before the pistol went off. "Jack..."

And it ended there, in a cloud of smoke. James wasn't even aware of crying as he took Jack's still body from the shackles, dropping to the floor and craddling him as he grew cold. But tears splashed down onto Jack's bandana, soaking it through.

It would be a long time before James realised what he had lost.

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I know, this is the second update today. I just had an urge to do some writing. Please, please, please leave feedback. I'll love you forever if you do. X-posted everywhere, apologies. :-)
New icooon. I love it. It's gonna be added at siinkingpiirate (which you should totally join... I need to stop being so shameless lol) next time I update.
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Icons

2006-09-01T08:05:45Z

[1-4] POTC Quote Icons (both movies)
[5-14] POTC:DMC Icons

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Fic (Heaven)

2006-09-01T00:58:05Z

POTC: Jack Sparrow
Title: Heaven
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington
CD & Song: Muse- Black Holes and Revelations #6 Invicible
Rating: Teen
Author's Notes: Slash, angst- the usual. Feedback will be loved forever.

And during the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please let's use this chance to
Turn things around
And tonight we can truly say
Together we're invincible
Together we're invincible

In a cell, two hands were clasped together. A long, pale one, and a smaller, darker one with rings on the fingers. Two men, sitting cross-legged on the floor, caught in a beam of moonlight. One, the very picture of hope lost, wearing a damaged Marine outfit. The other, an eccentric pirate captain, though without the expected sparkle in his brown eyes. Both of them sentenced to hang because of their love for the other.

The end. James felt a tear move down his cheek. In the morning, he and his beautiful Jack would be parted forever. It was cruel; too cruel. He ran a finger along the rough palm he had held so often before, yet not enough. He wished he could tell Jack how he felt but to put it into words would break his heart. Their eyes met, and the pirate's smudged ones were scanning, calculating what they saw in his lover.

"Do you know of Heaven?" the pirate asked, in a voice that was rougher than usual, caught on his dry throat.

James shook his head slowly. He had not thought beyond death. He had not dared think beyond the point where Jack would be snatched from him.

Jack managed a smile. "That's why you're afraid then, mate. Cos you don't know."

"Tell me, then." James almost smiled back as Jack rested his forehead against his own, the tips of their noses touching gently, breath mingling between their lips.

"Heaven's you and me, mate, savvy?"

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Fic (Want) and Icons (Garden State, Keira Knightley, POTC:DMC)

2006-08-29T19:40:11Z

Ahh I'm too good to you today....

Title: Want
Author: Nicole (PineappleIce or SulliedxUnusual)
Pairing: Sparrington
Rating: Mature/NC-17
Summary: Jack Sparrow proves an interesting night-time visitor for James Norrington.
Author's Notes: Feedback would be very, very much glomped. This is my first smutty piece. Thanks to my beta lovenorma who also came up with the title.

"Bastard."

The shorter man made his way over to the fruit bowl, a slinking figure in the shadows. "Dear me, James, that's harsh language for a...." His eyes twinkled dangerously as he reached forward and lifted an apple. "Commodore."

James clenched his teeth and cocked the pistol. "I see you've sunk a little in fortune, Mr Sparrow. Or is being a midnight fruit thief a mere step down from being a pirate?" he said silkily.

The pirate smiled, revealing just a hint of gold. "I didn't come to steal your fruit, believe it or not." He stepped forward, but James growled automatically, tightening his grip on the pistol.

"Then why are you here?" James, standing in nothing but his nightshirt, had to admit that he couldn't quite pretend to himself that he was unhappy to see Sparrow.

Jack laughed then, a low, throaty sound that made the Commodore's stomach twist. "I thought you might want to... play the innocent, mate."

James felt his cheeks go crimson, but surely Jack Sparrow was not talking about what had instantly popped into the Commodore's mind. Sparrow could not know the thoughts that sometimes kept James up at night. He forced out another growl. "I suggest you leave."

"Ah," said Jack, raising a finger and stepping forward. "Is that really..." He lowered his voice, making it throaty and rough. "... really what you want?"

James shuddered, swallowing. He realized he was panting. "I-" He caught himself, nodding slowly. "I know my own mind, Mr Sparrow."

The pirate took another step forward, and he stepped into a beam of moonlight spilling in the window. For a moment, James was captivated. Jack was a good head shorter than he was, but with a far more slender, almost feminine frame. His head was cocked slightly, those deep, entrancing brown eyes fixed so intently on James. He squirmed a little under that gaze, but continued staring at the pirate. His hair, with all the trinkets and knots, was practically crying out for James to run his hands through it. He swallowed. This was just like all of those dreams and haunting, beautiful things he had imagined.

Then Jack took another step forward, and James snapped out of his trance, his stomach twisting again, though he noted it was not in an unpleasant way. Still, he stepped back, scared of being too close to the pirate. He waved the pistol and a little and found he was shaking. "Stay back," he commanded, in a voice that was far stronger than he felt. "I'll shoot you if you move another inch."

Jack actually laughed then, and it was another sound that cut right into James. "Mate, I think it's about time we abandoned the whole going-to-shoot-Jack thing. If you really wanted me dead, then you would have shot already."

"What makes you think that?" James asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Because, mate, you've let me get close enough..." And then Jack lifted his leg suddenly, colliding with the sweaty hand that was gripping the pistol. James lost his hold on it, and it fell to his bedroom floor with a loud clatter. Then, Jack rushed forward, pushing James back, whipping out a small dagger. James was helpless, pinned between his bedpost and Jack Sparrow, who was holding a dagger to his throat. Their bodies were pressed up close together. It made his heart race and his throat go dry. He had wanted to be here for so long, though obviously without the dagger. "... to do this, savvy?" Jack finished with a wicked little smile that made James look away, just in case it affected him.

He stared resolutely at the wall. "Why are you here?" he demanded again.

"Ah. You see, mate, I am the one with the dagger pressed against your neck, so you'll be answering my questions now," Jack said in a voice that was barely a whisper. James shuddered in spite of himself and out of the corner of his eye saw Jack grinned. "I want ter know, mate, why you sleep with a pistol so close by? Is it because you think pirates are goin' to come spilling into your bedroom off the street, or because you hope I'm going to swing by?"

"Hope?" James snarled, but he was surely scarlet now. How was it Jack Sparrow knew that he had, deep down, wanted a visit from the pirate in the twilight?

"Ah, the latter, then," Jack smiled.

James looked back to Jack, eyes burning. He felt angry and ashamed. "Did you come here only to taunt me?"

"No, though it is most tempting. I came to show you something, mate." At the raised eyebrow of the Commodore, Jack grinned again. "No, you can see that later." This simple statement made James go cold, then hot. His stomach felt as though it had risen to his throat then sank back down again. "I came to show you this." With his free hand, Jack reached into his shirt, and produced a small object.

In the darkness, it was hard to make out, but after a moment James said softly, "Your compass. The one that doesn't point north." He raised confused eyes to Jack's face. "Why do you want me to see it?"

Jack cradled it in his hand for a moment. "It.... You see, mate, this compass points to the deepest desire of your heart."

James sneered. "Oh, please."

Jack silenced him with a sudden thrust that brought their bodies even closer together. Excitement washed over James. "Listen, mate," Jack said, eyes dark. "Recently, my compass has been leading me to a very strange location."

James felt his heart leave his mouth, bounce off the opposite wall, then return. Surely, surely, Sparrow wasn't referring to- "Me?" he asked, before he could stop himself.

Jack opened it without reply, and it spun. Looking down, James could see it was indeed pointing at him. He had never known his heart beat so fast, his breath be so shallow and quick. Jack raised his eyes to James with a little smile. "You see, mate? Straight to you. I want you to do something for me..."

James was momentarily terrified at this statement, and moved to go back another step, then he remembered he was pressed up against the bedpost. What on earth was going to happen next?

The tiny tip of a pink tongue darted out of Jack's mouth to run over his lips. The sight made James melt a little. "Oh, that comes later, mate." James squirmed. "No, for now, Commodore, do me the honour of holding my compass. I want to know if it points to where I'm sure it will, to where I'm sure it has since the first time you held it..."

If the compass really did point to his heart's desire... James figured he wouldn't need to hold it to find out. He knew where it would point. That said, he didn't really want Jack to know the truth. Somehow, it would make him feel weaker and helpless if the pirate knew.

"I don't want to," James said.

A sudden jab reminded him that the dagger was still at his throat. Jack didn't say anything, but his expression was dark and threatening. Sighing, James took the compass in shaking hands and watched as it spun around. Not Jack Sparrow, he begged silently.

It pointed at Jack. Jack peered into it. "Just as I suspected," he grinned, taking it back.

Now what? Part of James wished Jack would just go away, leave him alone with his honour and self-respect still intact. Another part, mainly the part between his legs, hoped to God Jack was going to stay.

Jack kissed him. It was hard and forceful, and James gave into it without thinking. All had gone numb; there was only the pirate pressed up against him, the pirate with the hot mouth that tasted of rum, the pirate who he had yearned for for so long. Captain Jack Sparrow.

Sense came back about half a minute later, and James pushed Jack back a little, forgetting the dagger at his throat. An invisible line had been crossed, and now his only concern was his lust.

Jack looked back at him with wicked eyes. "What is it, Commodore?" he asked, in mock concern.

James knocked away the hand holding the dagger, and it fell to the floor. As it hit the polished wood with a loud clatter, James moved forward to kiss Jack again, but Jack dodged his lips and pushed him back against the bedpost, more forcefully this time.

"Oh, no, Commodore," he breathed. "I came here also to hear you admit it, and you aren't getting another thing out of me before you do." He winked. "Savvy?"

James swallowed. He wasn't really sure he could wait. He wondered if he could possibly get free, but Jack was surprisingly strong. "Wh-what is it you want me to admit?" he choked out.

"What you want," Jack said simply.

James blinked. It was one thing to want it, to act on it, but to say it out loud would completely merge the worlds of reality and fantasy. The edges were already blurring. He didn't reply, just tried to capture Jack's lips again, because he couldn't think what else to do. Jack moved again, chuckling softly, and suddenly one of his hands grasped the rapidly hardening bulge beneath the Commodore's thin white nightshirt. James moaned out before he could stop himself, but then Jack's hand was gone.

"And that, my dear James," whispered Jack into his ear, "was only a taste...."

James could not recall ever feeling like this before in his life, so desperate. Then again, his head certainly wasn't working properly. "Alright, alright, I want..." he panted out, finding himself hardly able to talk. "I want you..."

"Aye." Jack didn't say anything more, merely kissed him again, and James considered for a moment the feeling of his facial hair against his own clean-shaven face. Then need took over, and he had captured Jack's hand, pushing it back down, up beneath his nightshirt.

Jack's fingers found his length, but did not remain there for very long, much to his frustration. Their lips still working, Jack lifted James suddenly and pushed him to the bed. Tanned hands ripped open the nightshirt, and James realized he was now naked before Jack Sparrow, who was leaning over him, grinning.

Weather-worn lips touched the firm muscles of James' chest, causing another low moan to leave his mouth. His fingers found the pirate's hair and entangled themselves there, and he pushed Jack's head firmly, moving it down further. Jack laughed quietly. He was pressing soft, wet kisses to the Commodore's stomach, and it was driving him wild, making him shudder in anticipation. He was moaning, groaning, quite unable to gasp out words of pleading.

And then Jack finally, finally moved down, but he didn't touch James, looking up at him with sheer mischief in his eyes. James knew that Jack wanted something. He waited, breathing shallowly. This was torture.

Casually, Jack ran a finger down his length, making him moan out loud. The pirate chuckled.

"I am quite prepared to give you what you so obviously want from me," he grinned. "But... I want something from you first."

"An-anything..." James didn't know how he managed to choke this out, but he did know how desperate he was. He was intensely tempted to force Jack's head onto his length.

"Don't wear your wig tomorrow."

"What?" Through his tortured, aroused state, James was sure he'd heard wrongly.

"You heard, mate. I want you to wear that... lovely hair free tomorrow. Savvy?" James opened his mouth to answer, but gasped instead as Jack ran a tongue around his head.

"Savvy!" he choked out.

And then he cried out in ecstasy as Jack's mouth took his length. He sucked and licked and pumped it gently, slowly, each tiny movement making James moan and whimper in longing. He raised his hips, pushing further into Jack's hot mouth. And then he was hanging on the edge, his fingernails digging into the sheets, his mouth open but no sound coming out.

And then bliss came. He was screaming, shouting, shuddering and shaking in pleasure.

Then he fell back, sweat coating his skin. He saw Jack stand up and grin. "Enjoy that, then, mate?" James could only nod. "Well- remember what yer promised, savvy?" He moved to the window.

"Jack!" James cried out. "Will- will you come back sometime?"

Jack only grinned.

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Keira Knightley, Garden State and POTC...

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it's been a while

2006-08-29T04:39:56Z

I totally haven't updated forever. Man I suck. My internet has been down. =(
An update:
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2006-08-17T15:53:00Z

1. Comment and I'll pick one of your LJ interests and draw you a picture, using the mighty MS Paint. (or AppleWorks Paint for Mac users :))
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#10 "Leaving By Choice" (Jack Sparrow, POTC)

2006-08-16T21:38:29Z

Fandom: POTC
Title: Leaving By Choice
Author/Artist: Nicole (PineappleIce or sulliedxunusual)
Theme: #10 Suicide
Characters: Jack Sparrow
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Suicide, angst
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Summary: At the end of his life, Jack Sparrow is but a shadow of his former self.

Suicide? No, this wasn't suicide. A man like Captain Jack Sparrow would never succumb to the shameful, weak way out that was suicide. What he was doing... what he was doing was the right thing to do. It would help people. The world would surely be a better place without him. He had nothing left to live for, nobody who loved him anymore. All those people had come and gone; Elizabeth, who had sworn she loved him, had wound up with Will anyway. Will, who had been almost a brother, had never forgiven Jack. Anamaria- well, she was too changing for Jack's liking, and she had eventually morphed again, into a proper lady with no need for a man like Jack. Gibbs had joined Barbossa's crew after the latter claimed ownership of the Pearl.

No ship, no friends. There was barely even any money for rum or food. This was not life. So leaving it by choice was not suicide.

There were no tears left in his eyes as he reached for the rusty blade at his waist. They were long gone, the last ones spent so many days ago. Now there was only peace and understanding.

Captain Jack, so faded. The tongue that had once been so sharp and quick had no witty last words as the blade sliced worn, golden skin.

Then again, there would have been nobody to hear them.

POTC. Anamaria/Jack Sparrow. #033. Too Much

2006-08-16T21:14:45Z

POTC. Anamaria/Jack Sparrow. #033. Too Much
Title: Ruby
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Anamaria/Jack Sparrow
Prompt: #033 Too Much
Word Count: 218
Rating: Teen
Summary: Brief reflections of Anamaria over a table in a dirty tavern.
Author's Notes: More angst. Dearie me.

"More rum, Anamaria?" Mr Gibbs asked, a heavy slur in his voice. He reached for the pitcher of rum, managing to knock it over in the process. "S-sorry, Jack..."

Jack grinned out from behind the pretty wench sitting on his knee. His golden teeth twinkled in the light of the greasy lantern. "No worries, Master Gibbs. The lovely Ruby here will get us some more, won't you, luv?"

The wench tossed a curly red head and giggled in a way that grated on Anamaria. She rose and wiggled a shapely behind. "Anything for you, Captain Sparrow," she breathed. She floated away, an image of perfection. Anamaria snorted into her tankard, disgusted and hurt.

Recently, there had been too much of this. Far too much. Ana didn't mind her feelings for Jack when they were out at sea, away from the world for months at a time, but when they docked, he was always surrounded by women who were far more gorgeous than she was, with larger breasts and nicer hair and longer lashes.

"Wha's wrong, luv?" he asked her suddenly, and she almost jumped as his deep eyes scanned her. But she remained cold and steady, never even blinking.

"Nothing," she said shortly. She almost smiled to herself. Outside, so cold, calm, collected. Inside, so very broken.

Yes. There had been far too much.

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2006-08-11T21:56:37Z

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[5] POTC: DMC icons
[3] POTC3 icons (so spoiler warning!)
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POTC. Anamaria/Jack Sparrow. #17. Brown

2006-08-08T20:52:55Z

POTC. Anamaria/Jack Sparrow. #17. Brown
Title: Dirt
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Anamaria/Jack Sparrow
Prompt: #17 Brown
Word Count: 139
Rating: General
Summary: A rather scruffy Jack visits Anamaria.
Author's Notes: So much JE around recently, and I hate it. Lol. So I bring you this.

So much had changed since they had last seen each other. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, standing so easily on her doorstep, as though it was perfectly normal for a pirate to turn up in this respectable part of town, clothes ragged, face bloodied.

"Anamaria," he said brightly, spreading his arms.

She was tempted to slap him, either for leaving her or for just turning up, she wasn't sure, but she refrained because of his already damaged face. Her brown eyes raked him, seeing that as well as the red blood, there was dirt all over him, a brown covering on golden skin. And she did like the gold so much better.

Her eyes reached his again. "I think you need a bath," she said, gathering her skirts in one hand and taking his arm with the other.

Drums

2006-08-07T21:28:29Z

#20 "Drums" (Jack Sparrow, POTC)
Fandom: POTC
Title: Drums
Author/Artist: Nicole (PineappleIce or sulliedxunusual)
Theme: #20 Memory
Characters: Jack Sparrow, James Norrington
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Slash, Character Death, Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Summary: "Someday I'll have to watch you hang, Jack."

Longing kisses in the twilight, two hot bodies pressed together, whispered promises of love.

Cold, empty grey-green eyes stared out of a white face up at the platform.

"I will never let you fall."

"I'll stand up for you forever."

The golden face was relaxed, calm. His lips were even twisted into that crooked, confident grin. But his brown eyes were desperate, full of betrayal and horror. They held the grey-green ones unsteadily.

"I... I love you." Brown eyes in a flushed, grinning face twinkled.

The drums. Dear God, they cut through Commodore Norrington. He wished they would end and yet he prayed they would never stop.

"I don't drink," the taller man said, looking at the bottle of rum with distaste.

"Aye... I won't tell a soul, savvy?"

"Well... alright." And he reached out and took it, taking a long drink, much to the amusement of Jack.

"Don't drink my arse, mate."

James was sure he saw a tear roll down Jack's cheek, and that was when he knew he had to do something.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this- I mean, I'm- and you're... it's not right, I mean..." He ran a hand through wild brown hair, looking wilder than usual. "Jesus, Jack, what would people say? What would-?"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me."

James turned on his heel and walked away.

"Someday I'll have to watch you hang, Jack."

"Sometimes I honestly think you've got a stick up your arse, mate, and not mine- though we can change that. Don't worry all the time!"

The drums stopped.

Honesty

2006-08-07T07:41:11Z

POTC: Jack Sparrow
Title: Honesty
Fandom: POTC
Characters: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington
CD & Song: Muse- Black Holes and Revelations #2 Starlight
Rating: Teen
Author's Notes: Angst. Every fic I've come up with so far for ficalbum has been angsty. A little bit of Sparrington, haven't done that before for this. Feedback would be much appreciated!

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to
Hold you in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the cells that would die just to feel alive

I’ll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away...

"Why won't you just admit how you feel?" Jack asked quietly, looking down at the dark head on his bare chest. For a moment, there was no reply, and he wondered for a moment if James had fallen asleep.

"Here, in your cabin, nestled naked with you, listening to your heartbeat and the waves on the side of the ship, it would be easy to say it. Terribly easy." His voice was quiet, troubled. He raised grey eyes briefly to look at his lover before lowering them. "But... but Jack, you're a pirate. Things happen... things that cannot be changed. I'm scared that if I said it out loud, it would hurt more if you went away."

Jack wasn't sure how to reply. Slowly, he reached out and and tipped up James' chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "What are you saying, mate? I won't go away." He smiled in a confused way, his golden teeth glittering in the half-light.

"What if you didn't have a choice?" James swallowed. He seemed hesitant to show emotion, as always.

"You mean-?" Jack began, raising his eyebrows. "If I- if I died, mate?"

James inclined his head. "In your 'line of work', it could happen so easily. Because of my job, it might even be required that it was at my hands." Shadows passed over his face. "You'll fade away one day, Jack."

Jack blinked, not sure what had brought on this sudden mood swing. "I'm a dishonest man, but I won't lie to you, James. I can't promise not to fade away, mate."

A tear trailed down his porcelain cheek. "Then I can't promise to never let you go."

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Mistakes

2006-08-05T15:20:15Z

Note: Please don't read if you dislike a)slash and b)strange ships. Take it with a pinch of salt. Otherwise, enjoy and remember to leave some feedback. Also posted on fanfic.net.

Warnings: Slash and a very strange ship.

Disclaimer: It's obviously not mine. If it were, there'd be more gay sex and more Elizabeth bashing. Savvy? Savvy.

Mistakes.

The evening had been full of mistakes, from forgiving Elizabeth and proposing once more, to shaking hands with Jack and announcing them officially friends. He had sat and did nothing as his wife-to-be and new 'friend' had flirted before his very eyes.

He went outside, onto the terrace. A warm breeze ruffled his loose brown hair. He sighed and placed his face in calloused hands.

"Mr Turner?" came a voice from the doorway behind him.

It hit him then. The best way to get back at Elizabeth. He had seen the little glances this person had given him, seen the longing so badly disguised in those eyes. And Will had always had a thing for older men. He had always had a bit of a crush on Weatherby Swann.

"Governor," he said, looking back at him from beneath feminine eyelashes. He saw the Governor swallow and shift his weight.

"Why are you out here? The party for you and my daughter is inside."

Will blinked. "Governor, it is not your daughter I want."

Governor Swann stepped forward, eyes narrowed, and Will steadied himself. He walked towards the older man, trailing his thumb along his jawline. Then he closed his eyes. The evening had been full of mistakes. Why not add another one?

He leaned forward and captured Weatherby Swann's lips in a kiss.