Anthology

[fairielore]

Title: Across the times
Author: fairielore
Rating: PG
Pairing: At least sixteen different ones!
Summary:  This is me finally completing my prompt bingo square. I've tried to write as many pairings as possible, so chances are there's something in here for everyone. <3

  

The games we play – Elizabeth, Crew of the Dutchman

The dice decided everything. Who would have to rise early and who would have to watch the moon shine in the night until it fell into the darkness. They decided the hourglass of their lives, how many grains of sand were left to fall until they would be able to have their eternal slumber. But upon one blistering hot day the dice decided who would get a chance to devour a particularly bony lass, and there was not a man on the ship who would not risk an eternity to be able to have a taste of a Pirate Lord.

PG-13 Rating – Elizabeth/Will

In his dreams he can see her with absolute clarity, the golden strands of hair fluttering in the wind like wheat, and when the time of harvest came he would be able to see her once more. The earth and the sea would join as one for a single moment before the world began to unwind once again. The strands of time would be lost in sand, but they would always be there waiting for the ones who need them most.

Tattoo – Beckett/Jack

There was nothing permanent in this world, and that was both a dismaying and comforting thought. Any man’s mind could be changed, the immaterial thoughts moulded for his own agenda. But he knew that the only way to leave a lasting impression was to mar the skin white and watch it burn, set the soul aflame. That was the only way to claim a man who could escape any prison and sweet talk himself out of the noose. But he could not escape his cage of bones and flesh, which would forever remind his heart to whom it truly belonged to.

Blowjob – Beckett/Elizabeth, Elizabeth/Groves

Most women either have the voices of an angel or the mouths of one, and a man will always prefer the latter. He did not care for the words she had to say and would much rather smother any noises she had to make. Rather, she made paperwork almost bearable to do – and her presence as well. When the last of the warrants and executions were signed he would bind her and leave to go off on do his other work. This daily routine was always followed with a decorated second mate entering the room, always there to watch her tears and promise her that one day he would get her out of here. But with every kiss he placed upon her the less the possibility of it was. And every kiss was more poisonous then a suck, because as a local of Port Royal she could stand the cruel heat better then the cold winds.

Time Travel – Elizabeth/James, James/Mercer

He has eternity to go over his decision, the all consuming darkness the only person he has to answer to. James wonders time and time again whether if he should have gone through Beckett’s plan, whether he should have given into temptation. He would have Elizabeth and he would not be dead – he would have her for eternity. But she would never forgive him, even if in time he would be able to. For all his life every dream and wish had been snatched from him and he had always wanted one thing of his own. But in the end, he would not be able to live with himself if she couldn’t. And spending his forever – because it’s his, he finally knows that something is his – being carved up piece by piece by the one man he could never look in the eye is a haunting solace. Perhaps one day he will be able to look into those eyes and the pain will stop and he will disappear. Until then, he will allow the rusted knife to mar up the skin that no one ever saw as perfect before.

Thunderstorm – James/Will,

It is on a stormy Caribbean night that he musters up the courage to take what he deserves. He deserves love, he deserves love, he deserves this. The other does not protest and he wonders if somehow he had thought of this as well, this moment, giving into carnal desire. But between the two of them, their courage is unparalleled in every domain except for this one. A strike of lightning is enough to ignite the spark between that was always there but that they shrugged away from. After all, the only choice that they’d never allowed themselves to make is a selfish one.

The Heart of Davy Jones – Beckett/Davy Jones, Beckett/James

It’s too slippery and bitter a kiss for him to even justify that kissing back is a lie, a sweet charade – a honey trap. He doesn’t  need to seduce the captain or to even try and catch his attention. Monsters, after all, don’t have a very large pool to begin with. The tentacles crawl and grasp at whatever flesh they can get, hungering for love and for affection. At the very least he has a story to tell when he returns to his ship and into the bed of the Admiral, who regards him with a new found fear. What is under the surface of a man who can tame a beast? He will soon find out.

Lovebite – Anamaria/Elizabeth, Beckett/Elizabeth,

She needs to claim her before it is too late, before a monster sinks his teeth into her. Even the goddess of the sea can only handle oh so much before even she finds herself at a loss. They are but beings up against a force that knows no boundaries, that has no concern for morals and values. As ever changing as the sea and ever as punishing, he is the one thing that will never bend and will never break. But she will, oh in time she will.

Spices – Calypso/Jones

The bland taste of rum on his lips mixes with the exotic spices on her tongue, a dangerous and ensnaring mixture. Words of incantation are whispered in his ear and the spell has begun, a forbidden ritual of love. His wrist is cut and there is only blood, the blood she hungers and the blood she wants. He gives it to her because he loves and he needs her and he will always love her. He prays to her and swears no other mistress, no other goddess. She marks him, forever and for eternity – he would be unable to covet any other.

But in the end, he will be left on the altar alone and despairing, glyphs of magic and pools of blood to drown in.

Bisexual Threesome – Elizabeth/James/Will, James/Will,

It tastes so wrong but so right, the prospect of not having to choose. It had killed her for many nights, toying with the idea of who, of which honourable man to pick. She wanted them both, she needed them both – it meant choosing between her past and her present. But she found a solution, one that seemed so natural to her. When she tells them it is received with awkward glances at each other and at the ground. But in the end, they accept because nothing matters more to them then her happiness. They can have her, and isn’t that enough for them? It is a full bed but it’s a welcome change for the Admiral, too used to sleeping alone. At least this way there’s a warm body to fall asleep and to wake up to.

Sometimes it is just the two of them, when they come home early from work. He could never resist a man in uniform and seems all too natural to slip it off and whisper in his ear how much he admires him, how he’d always had since a child. Calloused, dirtied fingers run across his body and somehow he feels shame, shame for this illicit affair. But it’s always been funner to get dirty then it is to get clean.

The end is near – Barbossa/Jack

As he was pinned against the bed the thoughts that he’d been toying away with for the past few days left his hand. Rough, raw kisses adorned his neck and it was hard to concentrate on his carefully laid out plans. It would have been courteous to divulge it now, to not make it a messy affair out on the deck in front of the crew. But as the man’s hand dipped he decided it would be very much impolite to rob the man of one last good experience. Aye, after all, he was seeking to become a merciful captain.

So he would just tell him in the morning.

Beckett/female character – Beckett/Calypso, Calypso/Jones, Beckett/Jack,

The greatest woman on the sea bows down to him because he holds the life of the only man she ever loved in his hands. He takes her roughly and without mercy, no matter how many things she promises she can do for him. She is a witch and a temptress and he won’t fall for it. When she tells him that he can make the most infamous pirate on the seas love him he laughs at her and says he’s done fine on that count already and slits her throat over the pristine white bed sheets.

Breathplay – Beckett/Mercer

A single silk scarf is all he needs to bring the most ruthless killer on the seven seas to his knees. He tightens and tightens until he sees the life drain out of his eyes. His counterpart grows weak and finally limp, the darkness all consuming.

There is no safe word, no mercy.

But they wouldn’t have it any other way.

30 minutes – Gov/Chevalle

It is the last thirty minutes there will ever be.

The Frenchman could spend his last thirty minutes thinking about many things, most notably his conquests – his pirate accomplishments, not the other kind. Instead he thinks of the one man who’d captured his heart but he’d never spoken a word of such a thing. It was always easier that way, before he had to go. He’d went over it in his head, many times, when would be the right time to say it? Was it worth saying, knowing he’d always had one step in the direction of the noose?

But now there would be eternity. He would have eternity to tell him how much he loved him and how he would never let him go.

Young Beckett’s first love – Beckett/Weatherby

As a young boy he learned his first lessons of seduction, utilizing them on the only man he knew too innocent to speak a word of his advances. It was a sly game of cat and mouse and he was ever persistent but never had any success. But there would eventually come a time of weakness, and he would strike. And that moment was when the man’s wife died, a pretty but fragile little thing. He clung to any and every thing that she touched, and that was how he managed to find himself in bed with man – perfumed and prettied up. It was the most invigorating and illuminating night of his life. He learned how weak the will of man really was, and how to induce nightmares in even the strongest of little girls.

A ghost transcended the plane of the mind like no other thing could.