Star Wars and PotC Fanfiction
Both fics written for writerverse, the first for Challenge#12: Weekly Quick Fic, the second for Challenge #13: 333 Words. Concrit welcome, as always!
Title: Trouble Never Sleeps
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: None
Warnings: EXPLOSIONS! XD
Verdant meadows covered the surface of the planet below. Anakin felt soothed watching the slopes rolling beyond the rim of the pod's floor.
"Anakin?"
The former apprentice turned to look at Obi-Wan, noting the newly-made Master and Council member seemed a trifle green.
"Tell me those thunderclouds don't look fabricated to you."
Anakin looked ahead, marveling at the darkest clouds he'd ever seen. Had someone suspended ink mixed with smoke in the planet's atmosphere? Regardless, the pod was racing right into it.
"Guess somebody knows the Council sent us to Krathos VII," he mused.
Obi-Wan stared at the hills as if they bristled with thorns. "I'm not looking forward to jumping."
"You won't have to."
As the inky clouds enveloped them, an explosion nearly burst Anakin's eardrums. The pod creaked and reeled, breaking into flames in half a dozen places. The only thing that kept Anakin steady was his grip on the handhold.
Instantly, both Jedi sensed the pod would only remain airborne for a moment.
"Jump!" Obi-Wan shouted.
"You first!" Anakin hollered back.
"NO!"
Gritting his teeth, Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's arm and dragged him down into a spiraling freefall with him.
"I'm going to kill you, Anakin!"
Anakin laughed.
Title: Son of a Pirate
Word Count: 333
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth, I guess
Warnings: Childhood angst about absent father?
Will Turner felt the weight of the gold medallion in his hands, familiar and comforting, yet strange and foreboding at the same time. As a boy, he'd often held it, thinking about his sailor father and all the adventures he must be having. Will had wanted to know what those adventures were, where they happened, everything.
Was his father eluding pirates that were scouring the seas, scalawags hoping to prey on anything that wouldn't put up too much of a fight? Or was he watching the gulls soaring and diving about the mast, white bellies sometimes reflecting the green-blue glow of the salty waters?
Was his captain a good man? A man that made you proud to serve aboard a small country unto itself, with timbers and an anchor instead of earth to ground it, and nothing but a sail's colors to tell you whom they had to answer to back on shore? Or was he the dark devil that made life for the crew hell between sea and sky? A man that made even the most upright sailor think bleak mutiny a just and necessary salvation?
All this Will had wondered in childhood. He had never imagined that his father as a pirate. Pirates were brutes and monsters, without a good or honest emotion to prick their heavy consciences of silent stone. Nothing like his father.
Will and his mother had done their best to make do with what they had, waiting for the day when the sea would consent to release his father for a short time, so they could be a family on good English soil once more.
All the while, his father had stolen the fat of the land from all lands, regardless of the colors flying on the mast of the targeted ship.
And yet, all these years, Miss Swann--no, Elizabeth--all these years, she had known Will was connected to piracy, somehow, someway.
Now Will wasn't sure he wanted to know anything about his father anymore.
Title: Trouble Never Sleeps
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: None
Warnings: EXPLOSIONS! XD
Verdant meadows covered the surface of the planet below. Anakin felt soothed watching the slopes rolling beyond the rim of the pod's floor.
"Anakin?"
The former apprentice turned to look at Obi-Wan, noting the newly-made Master and Council member seemed a trifle green.
"Tell me those thunderclouds don't look fabricated to you."
Anakin looked ahead, marveling at the darkest clouds he'd ever seen. Had someone suspended ink mixed with smoke in the planet's atmosphere? Regardless, the pod was racing right into it.
"Guess somebody knows the Council sent us to Krathos VII," he mused.
Obi-Wan stared at the hills as if they bristled with thorns. "I'm not looking forward to jumping."
"You won't have to."
As the inky clouds enveloped them, an explosion nearly burst Anakin's eardrums. The pod creaked and reeled, breaking into flames in half a dozen places. The only thing that kept Anakin steady was his grip on the handhold.
Instantly, both Jedi sensed the pod would only remain airborne for a moment.
"Jump!" Obi-Wan shouted.
"You first!" Anakin hollered back.
"NO!"
Gritting his teeth, Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's arm and dragged him down into a spiraling freefall with him.
"I'm going to kill you, Anakin!"
Anakin laughed.
Title: Son of a Pirate
Word Count: 333
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth, I guess
Warnings: Childhood angst about absent father?
Will Turner felt the weight of the gold medallion in his hands, familiar and comforting, yet strange and foreboding at the same time. As a boy, he'd often held it, thinking about his sailor father and all the adventures he must be having. Will had wanted to know what those adventures were, where they happened, everything.
Was his father eluding pirates that were scouring the seas, scalawags hoping to prey on anything that wouldn't put up too much of a fight? Or was he watching the gulls soaring and diving about the mast, white bellies sometimes reflecting the green-blue glow of the salty waters?
Was his captain a good man? A man that made you proud to serve aboard a small country unto itself, with timbers and an anchor instead of earth to ground it, and nothing but a sail's colors to tell you whom they had to answer to back on shore? Or was he the dark devil that made life for the crew hell between sea and sky? A man that made even the most upright sailor think bleak mutiny a just and necessary salvation?
All this Will had wondered in childhood. He had never imagined that his father as a pirate. Pirates were brutes and monsters, without a good or honest emotion to prick their heavy consciences of silent stone. Nothing like his father.
Will and his mother had done their best to make do with what they had, waiting for the day when the sea would consent to release his father for a short time, so they could be a family on good English soil once more.
All the while, his father had stolen the fat of the land from all lands, regardless of the colors flying on the mast of the targeted ship.
And yet, all these years, Miss Swann--no, Elizabeth--all these years, she had known Will was connected to piracy, somehow, someway.
Now Will wasn't sure he wanted to know anything about his father anymore.