Wig Crackfic - (PotC/HP Crossover)
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order_of_chaosTitle: Hypothetically Speaking.
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Pairing: Implied Sparrington, Naval threesome, Wigal threesome, Rita Skeeter/Hermione.
Rating: PG-13
AN: Set sometime after Sophie, Insinuation and Jay. I might have got the tenses slightly scrambled up here, but I hope not.
Disclaimer: Not mine, except perhaps Sophie.
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Hypothetically Speaking - Wig Crackfic (HP crossover, may contain traces of Rita Skeeter)
To an exceptionally clever fly on the wall - or, shall we say, a suspiciously intelligent beetle (1) - it might have appeared that Commodore Norrington was at one moment declaring his undying love for a pirate, and at the next getting it on with his two pretty lieutenants; neither of which actions were particularly loyal, or even legal. It might have further occurred to her that their wigs should be reported to the Control of Magical Creatures Department as soon as possible for disenchantment and/or elimination. If she had, it would most certainly have been her duty to make such a report, and it would (fingers crossed here) have had nothing to do with petty delight in another’s misery. None at all. Really.
But then, she might have changed a lot over the past few years - enough to know love when she saw it, to recognise the sincere regard, affection, between the naval officers, the kind of love that’s been built slowly on shared interests, shared time and troubles and trust.
She might have been able to recognise the passion - sometimes pain, sometimes happiness or peace or laughter - that was James’ love for his pirate, and the way it had been learning to love Jack that had opened his heart enough that he could let himself love Andrew and Theo as well.
She might even have changed enough not to resent them for it, enough to hold their secrets safe, and never tell.
Or she might simply have not wanted her girlfriend (2) to make her sleep on the couch for the next month - which would be easier to say than to admit how much she’d changed, after all (3).
But then, perhaps none of this happened, and she never did get her hand on that time-turner; it was just a rumour, and she has proved herself to be disconcertingly adept at not confirming those one way or the other. She’s not sleeping on the couch, though, so maybe, just maybe... let’s assume it was true.
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(1) We’ll call her Rita, I think. Yes.
(2) Whose name we shall fondly imagine to be Hermione.
(3) Certainly not so much that she could find magical fluffballs, wigs, of all things, adorable. No way.
Author:
order_of_chaosPairing: Implied Sparrington, Naval threesome, Wigal threesome, Rita Skeeter/Hermione.
Rating: PG-13
AN: Set sometime after Sophie, Insinuation and Jay. I might have got the tenses slightly scrambled up here, but I hope not.
Disclaimer: Not mine, except perhaps Sophie.
***
Hypothetically Speaking - Wig Crackfic (HP crossover, may contain traces of Rita Skeeter)
To an exceptionally clever fly on the wall - or, shall we say, a suspiciously intelligent beetle (1) - it might have appeared that Commodore Norrington was at one moment declaring his undying love for a pirate, and at the next getting it on with his two pretty lieutenants; neither of which actions were particularly loyal, or even legal. It might have further occurred to her that their wigs should be reported to the Control of Magical Creatures Department as soon as possible for disenchantment and/or elimination. If she had, it would most certainly have been her duty to make such a report, and it would (fingers crossed here) have had nothing to do with petty delight in another’s misery. None at all. Really.
But then, she might have changed a lot over the past few years - enough to know love when she saw it, to recognise the sincere regard, affection, between the naval officers, the kind of love that’s been built slowly on shared interests, shared time and troubles and trust.
She might have been able to recognise the passion - sometimes pain, sometimes happiness or peace or laughter - that was James’ love for his pirate, and the way it had been learning to love Jack that had opened his heart enough that he could let himself love Andrew and Theo as well.
She might even have changed enough not to resent them for it, enough to hold their secrets safe, and never tell.
Or she might simply have not wanted her girlfriend (2) to make her sleep on the couch for the next month - which would be easier to say than to admit how much she’d changed, after all (3).
But then, perhaps none of this happened, and she never did get her hand on that time-turner; it was just a rumour, and she has proved herself to be disconcertingly adept at not confirming those one way or the other. She’s not sleeping on the couch, though, so maybe, just maybe... let’s assume it was true.
***
(1) We’ll call her Rita, I think. Yes.
(2) Whose name we shall fondly imagine to be Hermione.
(3) Certainly not so much that she could find magical fluffballs, wigs, of all things, adorable. No way.
