fic: Caught [intro]
Title:Caught
Pairing(s):Will Turner/Davy Jones
Author: Beautiful_Ori
Rating: NC-17 overall, first part PG
Warnings: Non-con/rape and tentacles, obviously.&&SPOILERS!
Disclaimer:Don't own, not being paid, this is pure fiction.
Summary: Will gets busted.[short, lame summary is for folks that may not have seen the film yet.]
Will crept silently into Davy Jones’ cabin, which consisted of a few lights, a globe, and an organ which dominated the far end of the room. Jones had been playing a sad and haunting tune earlier, but now he sat at the organ, fast asleep and snoring. Now that Will knew where the key was, all he needed to do was to liberate it from its slimy, suctioning prison.
On the top of the organ, there were two old writing implements of some sort.
What luck! Thought Will as he picked them up and used them to push his way carefully and gently through the tentacles. The key was buried deep within the slimy mass, and so Will put one of his tools into his mouth to free his right hand and replace the actual key with the drawing of it. The tentacles, that seemed to be fully awake even though Jones himself was sleeping, accepted the rolled up cloth as payment for the key, which slipped out easily enough. Will was about to creep away to the boat his father was readying for him when,
“Well, now, if it isn’t wee little Turner!” Davy Jones boomed in an amused voice. “What are you up to, boy, trying to get a better look at my pretty face?”
Will was not able to make an intelligible response, and so he remained where he was, utterly dumbfounded and parylized, with the pen still in his mouth, and stared up into Jones’ pale blue eyes with his own huge brown ones. Admittedly, he had not thought of what he would do if he were caught.
The captain of the Flying Dutchman just stared at him for a while, and noticed how young Turner’s expression and large eyes made him look very much like a puppy that had been caught by his master eating a Christmas ham atop the diningroom table.
Davy Jones had had a little puppy dog once.
He’d been young, very young, and so it had been a long, long time ago. He hadn’t even remembered the existence of his once best friend until he had seen Turner there gazing at him fearfully. The little dog had been brown. No- black, with soft brown eyes just like Turner’s. The pup had ruined many a dinner in its time.
“You know, Master Turner, you remind me of a puppy I once had.” Jones chuckled. “An energetic and foolish little beast he was...always messing ‘round with things that weren’t his!”
Still, Will made no attempt to respond.
“I wonder, little Turner, what is your plan of action now you’ve been caught? What are you going to do, hm?”
“Well,” said Will finally, taking the tool out of his mouth and placing it back onto the organ- along with the key. There was no point in him trying to get away with it at this point, or enraging Jones with some rash and impulsive attempt to run off. “ I suppose I’d just better be going-” he stood up completely and began to walk calmly, and quickly, to the door. Jones laughed again, louder this time.
“I applaud your attempt, Master Turner!” he said to Will very much as if he did. “But surely you don’t really expect to get out of here without punishment? Come now! My crewmen will begin not to take me seriously!” something reached out and wrapped itself around Will’s ankles and tripped him. He landed square on his stomach and groaned as the wind was knocked out of him. When he pushed himself up enough to look behind him, he saw that his feet were bound by a long tentacle.
“Now then.” Said Davy Jones in a businesslike manner. “Since the whip seems to have no affect on your poor behavior, I suppose I’ll have to try something else.”
Pairing(s):Will Turner/Davy Jones
Author: Beautiful_Ori
Rating: NC-17 overall, first part PG
Warnings: Non-con/rape and tentacles, obviously.&&SPOILERS!
Disclaimer:Don't own, not being paid, this is pure fiction.
Summary: Will gets busted.[short, lame summary is for folks that may not have seen the film yet.]
Will crept silently into Davy Jones’ cabin, which consisted of a few lights, a globe, and an organ which dominated the far end of the room. Jones had been playing a sad and haunting tune earlier, but now he sat at the organ, fast asleep and snoring. Now that Will knew where the key was, all he needed to do was to liberate it from its slimy, suctioning prison.
On the top of the organ, there were two old writing implements of some sort.
What luck! Thought Will as he picked them up and used them to push his way carefully and gently through the tentacles. The key was buried deep within the slimy mass, and so Will put one of his tools into his mouth to free his right hand and replace the actual key with the drawing of it. The tentacles, that seemed to be fully awake even though Jones himself was sleeping, accepted the rolled up cloth as payment for the key, which slipped out easily enough. Will was about to creep away to the boat his father was readying for him when,
“Well, now, if it isn’t wee little Turner!” Davy Jones boomed in an amused voice. “What are you up to, boy, trying to get a better look at my pretty face?”
Will was not able to make an intelligible response, and so he remained where he was, utterly dumbfounded and parylized, with the pen still in his mouth, and stared up into Jones’ pale blue eyes with his own huge brown ones. Admittedly, he had not thought of what he would do if he were caught.
The captain of the Flying Dutchman just stared at him for a while, and noticed how young Turner’s expression and large eyes made him look very much like a puppy that had been caught by his master eating a Christmas ham atop the diningroom table.
Davy Jones had had a little puppy dog once.
He’d been young, very young, and so it had been a long, long time ago. He hadn’t even remembered the existence of his once best friend until he had seen Turner there gazing at him fearfully. The little dog had been brown. No- black, with soft brown eyes just like Turner’s. The pup had ruined many a dinner in its time.
“You know, Master Turner, you remind me of a puppy I once had.” Jones chuckled. “An energetic and foolish little beast he was...always messing ‘round with things that weren’t his!”
Still, Will made no attempt to respond.
“I wonder, little Turner, what is your plan of action now you’ve been caught? What are you going to do, hm?”
“Well,” said Will finally, taking the tool out of his mouth and placing it back onto the organ- along with the key. There was no point in him trying to get away with it at this point, or enraging Jones with some rash and impulsive attempt to run off. “ I suppose I’d just better be going-” he stood up completely and began to walk calmly, and quickly, to the door. Jones laughed again, louder this time.
“I applaud your attempt, Master Turner!” he said to Will very much as if he did. “But surely you don’t really expect to get out of here without punishment? Come now! My crewmen will begin not to take me seriously!” something reached out and wrapped itself around Will’s ankles and tripped him. He landed square on his stomach and groaned as the wind was knocked out of him. When he pushed himself up enough to look behind him, he saw that his feet were bound by a long tentacle.
“Now then.” Said Davy Jones in a businesslike manner. “Since the whip seems to have no affect on your poor behavior, I suppose I’ll have to try something else.”