[Prompt Fics] March 2010
A reposting of my replies to the comment fic prompts for March 2010.
Theme: Transcendental
Date: 07/03/10
Prompt: PotC, Beckett/James, Breaking and Broken
For: Fairielore
Broken Apart, Thrown Away Together
James stumbled drunkenly into the elaborately decorated quarters he had been living in for the past two weeks. Fortunately nobody of interest had been above deck and able to see his flushed cheeks in the dark, or notice his lack of ability to walk straight. Placing the bottle of coloured liquid onto a side table with more force than necessary, he took a moment to stare at it, perplexed. Was it port or brandy? He had been drinking so much of everything that he no longer remembered. Deciding that he didn't care, James collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the disgruntled whine of its other occupant, who did not appreciate the sudden movement it caused.
"What's your problem?" James snarled, striking out angrily at the exposed back beside him. He received a whimper in reply as the slight form curled in on itself further, shivering despite the warmth. Sighing, James reached out for this bottle of... whatever, and cringed slightly as his hand collided with a pair of glass bowls and sent them careening off the side table. The Admiral leaned over the side of the bed to inspect the damage, grimacing when he saw that one had shattered completely, leaving broken shards scattered across the dark floor. The other was still intact, but its entire form was covered in a web of thin cracks.
Breaking and broken, just like the two weary occupants of the bed. Feeling a sudden stab of regret at striking the other, James rolled over and pulled the pale, shivering form close to him, relieved when Cutler turned to face him and nuzzled his neck, hiding his soft, wet face from the harsh, cruel world that was breaking him. Breaking and broken. Was there any way to put them back together? Or would the world discard them, throw them away like the two glass bowls that lay shattered on the floor. If the world no longer wanted them, at least they would leave it together. James would make sure of it.
Theme: 5+1
Date: 19/03/10
Prompt: PotC, Beckett/James, 5 times Beckett broke James and one where James broke him
For: Sunsetdawn20
Shatter
Barely a Chip
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his pride. As they brushed past each other on the deck of the ship as it was prepared to set sail, their eyes met and James felt a little piece of himself chip off and fall away. The cold blues eyes and ever so gentle smirk made it very clear that Cutler Beckett owned James Norrington, and they both knew it.
Just a Little Crack
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his dignity. As they brushed past each other on the wooden dock at the port, their eyes met and James felt himself cracking. Blue eyes alone betrayed the irritation the Lord felt, and the sneering lips decided to take their frustration out on James.
"You work for me now, Admiral" was said.
"You are owned by me now, Dog," was meant.
A Web of Cracks
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his own. As they brushed past each other outside the Trading Company offices, their eyes met and James felt a web of cracks wind through his heart.
"She doesn't love you, you know. She never loved you."
How those malicious blue eyes had known who he was thinking about, James didn't know.
Shattered but Intact
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his soul. As they brushed past each other in the halls of the Company offices, their eyes met and James felt himself begin to shatter, but fought to keep his soul intact. But one look into those dominating blue eyes, and he realised that he no longer had a soul. He had sold it, to Lord Cutler Beckett.
A Hundred Scattered Pieces
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave himself. As they brushed past each other in Cutler Beckett's office, their eyes met and James felt himself shatter completely, breaking into a hundred different pieces.
"With this sword, Admiral," those soft pink lips whispered, "you will destroy them all." James could not see the blue eyes for the tears he tried to hide.
Scattered Among Me is You
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he took someone else's. As they brushed against each other behind Cutler Beckett's desk, their eyes met and Cutler felt himself quake and shatter.
"No Lord Beckett... you are mine," James whispered in a low voice as he stared into frightened blue eyes. Pushing Cutler back against the wall, James realised that he could not take back his pride, or his dignity, or his heart or soul or self. But he could take the body of Cutler, and with it, the Lord's pride and dignity. And if Cutler were willing... perhaps his heart, soul and self as well. James was breaking, and he was taking Cutler with him.
Theme: Transcendental
Date: 07/03/10
Prompt: PotC, Beckett/James, Breaking and Broken
For: Fairielore
Broken Apart, Thrown Away Together
James stumbled drunkenly into the elaborately decorated quarters he had been living in for the past two weeks. Fortunately nobody of interest had been above deck and able to see his flushed cheeks in the dark, or notice his lack of ability to walk straight. Placing the bottle of coloured liquid onto a side table with more force than necessary, he took a moment to stare at it, perplexed. Was it port or brandy? He had been drinking so much of everything that he no longer remembered. Deciding that he didn't care, James collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the disgruntled whine of its other occupant, who did not appreciate the sudden movement it caused.
"What's your problem?" James snarled, striking out angrily at the exposed back beside him. He received a whimper in reply as the slight form curled in on itself further, shivering despite the warmth. Sighing, James reached out for this bottle of... whatever, and cringed slightly as his hand collided with a pair of glass bowls and sent them careening off the side table. The Admiral leaned over the side of the bed to inspect the damage, grimacing when he saw that one had shattered completely, leaving broken shards scattered across the dark floor. The other was still intact, but its entire form was covered in a web of thin cracks.
Breaking and broken, just like the two weary occupants of the bed. Feeling a sudden stab of regret at striking the other, James rolled over and pulled the pale, shivering form close to him, relieved when Cutler turned to face him and nuzzled his neck, hiding his soft, wet face from the harsh, cruel world that was breaking him. Breaking and broken. Was there any way to put them back together? Or would the world discard them, throw them away like the two glass bowls that lay shattered on the floor. If the world no longer wanted them, at least they would leave it together. James would make sure of it.
Theme: 5+1
Date: 19/03/10
Prompt: PotC, Beckett/James, 5 times Beckett broke James and one where James broke him
For: Sunsetdawn20
Shatter
Barely a Chip
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his pride. As they brushed past each other on the deck of the ship as it was prepared to set sail, their eyes met and James felt a little piece of himself chip off and fall away. The cold blues eyes and ever so gentle smirk made it very clear that Cutler Beckett owned James Norrington, and they both knew it.
Just a Little Crack
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his dignity. As they brushed past each other on the wooden dock at the port, their eyes met and James felt himself cracking. Blue eyes alone betrayed the irritation the Lord felt, and the sneering lips decided to take their frustration out on James.
"You work for me now, Admiral" was said.
"You are owned by me now, Dog," was meant.
A Web of Cracks
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his own. As they brushed past each other outside the Trading Company offices, their eyes met and James felt a web of cracks wind through his heart.
"She doesn't love you, you know. She never loved you."
How those malicious blue eyes had known who he was thinking about, James didn't know.
Shattered but Intact
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave his soul. As they brushed past each other in the halls of the Company offices, their eyes met and James felt himself begin to shatter, but fought to keep his soul intact. But one look into those dominating blue eyes, and he realised that he no longer had a soul. He had sold it, to Lord Cutler Beckett.
A Hundred Scattered Pieces
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he gave himself. As they brushed past each other in Cutler Beckett's office, their eyes met and James felt himself shatter completely, breaking into a hundred different pieces.
"With this sword, Admiral," those soft pink lips whispered, "you will destroy them all." James could not see the blue eyes for the tears he tried to hide.
Scattered Among Me is You
He meant to give someone else's heart, but instead he took someone else's. As they brushed against each other behind Cutler Beckett's desk, their eyes met and Cutler felt himself quake and shatter.
"No Lord Beckett... you are mine," James whispered in a low voice as he stared into frightened blue eyes. Pushing Cutler back against the wall, James realised that he could not take back his pride, or his dignity, or his heart or soul or self. But he could take the body of Cutler, and with it, the Lord's pride and dignity. And if Cutler were willing... perhaps his heart, soul and self as well. James was breaking, and he was taking Cutler with him.