Power of the Sparrow
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult ++
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23
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9,136
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71
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Chapter 1 - Jack's Birthday
Power of the Sparrow, By Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it’s cursed. J/W, O/J. Torture, N/C, SMBD, slash, angst, lemon, major sado-masachism.
A/N: Let me know what you think of it.
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Chapter 1 – Jack’s Birthday
Will couldn’t believe that he actually got away from Jack for a couple of hours. Jack was always dragging him here and there around Tortuga, wanting to show him things…even though they’d been there many times in the last two years, and Will knew just about every inn, tavern, and store that there was there. But he knew he had to get away from Jack today. It was Jack’s birthday (he claimed), and Will wanted to buy his lover a present.
After three hours of looking through shops, Will still hadn’t figured out what to get Jack. /What do you get a pirate who wants everything?/ He was getting antsy, as it was getting dark and he was supposed to meet Jack for dinner within the hour. As the shops started to close and the nightlife began to come out, Will noticed a woman pushing a cart down a street. The cart had bells on it, along with candles all over it. The woman was basically a hag, and he wondered what she could possibly be selling. He made his way over to her, and she stopped her cart, saying, “You are looking for a gift for your true love, yes?”
He was stunned. He hadn’t told any shopkeepers what he was looking for or why, yet this woman had figured it out. “Yes.”
“I have what you seek.” She pulled a silver trinket out of her cart. It was shaped like a bird, and it had a rather large black pearl as its eye. “This is perfect for your love’s hair. It will cost you one guinea, and I do not haggle.”
Will had fallen in love with that trinket. He didn’t know how the hag knew. He identified the bird as a sparrow in flight. He smiled broadly, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight from the cart.. “Deal.” He pulled out the golden guinea coin and gave it to her.
“One shilling more and I will tell your fortune.”
He thought about it. “All right.” He produced the shilling.
She took it, then took his hands and looked at them, then into his eyes. Her eyes became unfocused. “I see that you and your true love will have many challenges in the near future…evil challenges. The challenges will lead to a treasure that may come between you. In order to overcome it, you must destroy a treasure utterly, or your love will be lost to you. You will know what must be done at the opportune moment, and only at that opportune moment will your love understand your intentions. Go to your love now.” A moment later, the hag’s eyes refocused, and she let go of his hands. “I hope your fortune is good, lad, as I do not know what I say in my trances. Good luck to ye.” With that, she pushed her cart on.
Will was thunderstruck. He’d expected her to want more money for a follow-up. Maybe she was legitimate. She sure knew exactly what he wanted for Jack. /What was it she said about “the opportune moment?”/
Will ran to the tavern where Jack was waiting for him, wishing that he had something to wrap the trinket in. He burst through the doors, and spotted Jack in the middle of a group of people. They were toasting his birthday already! Will ran up, palming the trinket. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Jack grinned at him. “Not to worry, whelp! These fine men have been toastin’ me birthday, but there’s always time for more. Eileen! A rum for me cabin boy!”
“Jack! I am NOT a cabin boy!”
“Too true, love. You’re always taking such good care of me. All right then, a rum for me adopted mum!”
All the men around them laughed. Will blushed. “Then maybe I shouldn’t give you your birthday present.”
“A present? For me? William, you shouldn’t have!”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have. The way you treat me sometimes I shouldn’t do ANYTHING for you.”
“Now, lad. I were only foolin’.” Jack put an arm around the boy. “You’re a right fine first mate, lad.”
“That’s better.” He pulled Jack’s scarf down over his eyes. “No peeking. I didn’t have time to wrap it.” Jack sat there quietly. Will lifted one of his hands and put the trinket in it, closing the hand around it. “All right. You can open your eyes now.”
Jack pushed the scarf up with his other hand and stared at the trinket. He looked like he was about to cry for a moment, then smiled. “William…it’s the most lovely gift I’ve ever got in me life. Thank ye.” Will saw a tear actually form in the corner of his eye. “And now, gentlemen, I believe we shall leave you. I want to try on this new trinket, and I shall need a little help doin’ it. Come, whelp.” He took Will’s arm and dragged him upstairs to their room. Once inside, Jack sat on the bed and started undoing one of his braids, looking in wonder at the trinket that he laid on his lap. “William, where on earth did you find this? It’s beautiful! I couldn’t even have thought to request something like this, but there’s nothin’ I could love more…’ceptin’ maybe my sweet William who bought it for me.” He looked over at Will. “Come help me re-braid this, eh?”
Will walked over and sat down next to the older man. “So how old are you now?”
“Forty three years, lad. Old enough to know better than to take up with a lover half me own age, yet young enough to be foolish enough not to worry about it.” He put an arm around Will’s waist. “I love ye lad.” He held out the small hunk of hair for Will. “Now help me fix this up, eh?”
Will smiled, and leaned in to kiss Jack. Then he took the hair and started braiding it, weaving the trinket into it so that it couldn’t come loose and fall out. When he was done, he leaned in again. “Happy Birthday, Jack. I love you, you old pirate.” He kissed him again, this time allowing his tongue to beg its way into Jack’s mouth. Jack sighed, opening his mouth for Will’s tongue. They kissed for quite some time, only momentarily coming up for air before returning to their embrace.
“What in hell do you think you’re doing, Jack Sparrow?!”
Jack jerked up, accidentally biting Will’s tongue. “Ouch! Jack, that hurt!”
“Shush, lad.” Jack looked around. There was nobody there but he’d swear that the voice came from just a few feet away.
Will looked confused. “Are you all right, Jack?” His tongue hurt a bit; the bite had almost drawn blood.
“I’m fine, lad.” He looked around some more, then relaxed again, taking Will in his arms. “I’m fine. Now, what were we doin’?” He leaned in to kiss Will’s neck. It tasted like smoke and salt, and was Jack’s favorite meal. He nibbled on the nape of his neck, and started to trail his tongue and lips down to his chest, then stopped, took Will’s shirt off, and continued to his nipple.
“Jack Sparrow you stop molesting that boy RIGHT NOW!”
“Who’s molestin’ him?! And who’s talkin’?!” Jack looked around wildly.
Will was completely confused. “Jack?”
“Not now, boy.” He looked around some more. He started speaking to the air. “I can hear you, but I can’t see you. Show yerself!”
The air before him began to shimmer into a man’s shape, then seemingly solidified into one very angry Bill Turner. Jack’s eyes went wide in total shock. “Bill!” was all he could get out before he fainted.
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TBC
A/N: It would be great to get paid for this, it's a true labor of love...and it gives a writer enough warm fuzzies to go on when someone tells them their work is worthy of comment. When someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment, it feeds the plot bunnies. If you don’t say what you like or don’t like, *whine*, my writing will never *sob* get any better...ever. And the plot *whimper* bunnies will *gasp* die. I am grateful that you read this, and don’t worry about me or the bunnies, I...I know I’m not worthy. I'll just sit here...by the empty review page....alone, in the dark, knee deep in dead bunnies...waiting...*sigh* Farewell, dear reader, I*cough* wrote this for you. You deserve it. You are worth it. (and not for that meanie who never, ever leaves reviews - who wouldn’t clap hands, either--AND TINKERBELL DIED!)...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it’s cursed. J/W, O/J. Torture, N/C, SMBD, slash, angst, lemon, major sado-masachism.
A/N: Let me know what you think of it.
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Chapter 1 – Jack’s Birthday
Will couldn’t believe that he actually got away from Jack for a couple of hours. Jack was always dragging him here and there around Tortuga, wanting to show him things…even though they’d been there many times in the last two years, and Will knew just about every inn, tavern, and store that there was there. But he knew he had to get away from Jack today. It was Jack’s birthday (he claimed), and Will wanted to buy his lover a present.
After three hours of looking through shops, Will still hadn’t figured out what to get Jack. /What do you get a pirate who wants everything?/ He was getting antsy, as it was getting dark and he was supposed to meet Jack for dinner within the hour. As the shops started to close and the nightlife began to come out, Will noticed a woman pushing a cart down a street. The cart had bells on it, along with candles all over it. The woman was basically a hag, and he wondered what she could possibly be selling. He made his way over to her, and she stopped her cart, saying, “You are looking for a gift for your true love, yes?”
He was stunned. He hadn’t told any shopkeepers what he was looking for or why, yet this woman had figured it out. “Yes.”
“I have what you seek.” She pulled a silver trinket out of her cart. It was shaped like a bird, and it had a rather large black pearl as its eye. “This is perfect for your love’s hair. It will cost you one guinea, and I do not haggle.”
Will had fallen in love with that trinket. He didn’t know how the hag knew. He identified the bird as a sparrow in flight. He smiled broadly, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight from the cart.. “Deal.” He pulled out the golden guinea coin and gave it to her.
“One shilling more and I will tell your fortune.”
He thought about it. “All right.” He produced the shilling.
She took it, then took his hands and looked at them, then into his eyes. Her eyes became unfocused. “I see that you and your true love will have many challenges in the near future…evil challenges. The challenges will lead to a treasure that may come between you. In order to overcome it, you must destroy a treasure utterly, or your love will be lost to you. You will know what must be done at the opportune moment, and only at that opportune moment will your love understand your intentions. Go to your love now.” A moment later, the hag’s eyes refocused, and she let go of his hands. “I hope your fortune is good, lad, as I do not know what I say in my trances. Good luck to ye.” With that, she pushed her cart on.
Will was thunderstruck. He’d expected her to want more money for a follow-up. Maybe she was legitimate. She sure knew exactly what he wanted for Jack. /What was it she said about “the opportune moment?”/
Will ran to the tavern where Jack was waiting for him, wishing that he had something to wrap the trinket in. He burst through the doors, and spotted Jack in the middle of a group of people. They were toasting his birthday already! Will ran up, palming the trinket. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Jack grinned at him. “Not to worry, whelp! These fine men have been toastin’ me birthday, but there’s always time for more. Eileen! A rum for me cabin boy!”
“Jack! I am NOT a cabin boy!”
“Too true, love. You’re always taking such good care of me. All right then, a rum for me adopted mum!”
All the men around them laughed. Will blushed. “Then maybe I shouldn’t give you your birthday present.”
“A present? For me? William, you shouldn’t have!”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have. The way you treat me sometimes I shouldn’t do ANYTHING for you.”
“Now, lad. I were only foolin’.” Jack put an arm around the boy. “You’re a right fine first mate, lad.”
“That’s better.” He pulled Jack’s scarf down over his eyes. “No peeking. I didn’t have time to wrap it.” Jack sat there quietly. Will lifted one of his hands and put the trinket in it, closing the hand around it. “All right. You can open your eyes now.”
Jack pushed the scarf up with his other hand and stared at the trinket. He looked like he was about to cry for a moment, then smiled. “William…it’s the most lovely gift I’ve ever got in me life. Thank ye.” Will saw a tear actually form in the corner of his eye. “And now, gentlemen, I believe we shall leave you. I want to try on this new trinket, and I shall need a little help doin’ it. Come, whelp.” He took Will’s arm and dragged him upstairs to their room. Once inside, Jack sat on the bed and started undoing one of his braids, looking in wonder at the trinket that he laid on his lap. “William, where on earth did you find this? It’s beautiful! I couldn’t even have thought to request something like this, but there’s nothin’ I could love more…’ceptin’ maybe my sweet William who bought it for me.” He looked over at Will. “Come help me re-braid this, eh?”
Will walked over and sat down next to the older man. “So how old are you now?”
“Forty three years, lad. Old enough to know better than to take up with a lover half me own age, yet young enough to be foolish enough not to worry about it.” He put an arm around Will’s waist. “I love ye lad.” He held out the small hunk of hair for Will. “Now help me fix this up, eh?”
Will smiled, and leaned in to kiss Jack. Then he took the hair and started braiding it, weaving the trinket into it so that it couldn’t come loose and fall out. When he was done, he leaned in again. “Happy Birthday, Jack. I love you, you old pirate.” He kissed him again, this time allowing his tongue to beg its way into Jack’s mouth. Jack sighed, opening his mouth for Will’s tongue. They kissed for quite some time, only momentarily coming up for air before returning to their embrace.
“What in hell do you think you’re doing, Jack Sparrow?!”
Jack jerked up, accidentally biting Will’s tongue. “Ouch! Jack, that hurt!”
“Shush, lad.” Jack looked around. There was nobody there but he’d swear that the voice came from just a few feet away.
Will looked confused. “Are you all right, Jack?” His tongue hurt a bit; the bite had almost drawn blood.
“I’m fine, lad.” He looked around some more, then relaxed again, taking Will in his arms. “I’m fine. Now, what were we doin’?” He leaned in to kiss Will’s neck. It tasted like smoke and salt, and was Jack’s favorite meal. He nibbled on the nape of his neck, and started to trail his tongue and lips down to his chest, then stopped, took Will’s shirt off, and continued to his nipple.
“Jack Sparrow you stop molesting that boy RIGHT NOW!”
“Who’s molestin’ him?! And who’s talkin’?!” Jack looked around wildly.
Will was completely confused. “Jack?”
“Not now, boy.” He looked around some more. He started speaking to the air. “I can hear you, but I can’t see you. Show yerself!”
The air before him began to shimmer into a man’s shape, then seemingly solidified into one very angry Bill Turner. Jack’s eyes went wide in total shock. “Bill!” was all he could get out before he fainted.
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TBC
A/N: It would be great to get paid for this, it's a true labor of love...and it gives a writer enough warm fuzzies to go on when someone tells them their work is worthy of comment. When someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment, it feeds the plot bunnies. If you don’t say what you like or don’t like, *whine*, my writing will never *sob* get any better...ever. And the plot *whimper* bunnies will *gasp* die. I am grateful that you read this, and don’t worry about me or the bunnies, I...I know I’m not worthy. I'll just sit here...by the empty review page....alone, in the dark, knee deep in dead bunnies...waiting...*sigh* Farewell, dear reader, I*cough* wrote this for you. You deserve it. You are worth it. (and not for that meanie who never, ever leaves reviews - who wouldn’t clap hands, either--AND TINKERBELL DIED!)...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!