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order_of_chaos) wrote2005-09-03 12:55 pm
order_of_chaos) wrote2005-09-03 12:55 pm
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Picture Prompt Drabble-meme-drabble - Late.
Title: Reddery.
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
order_of_chaos
Pairing: Sparrington.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Snark. Plants. Snark. Jack and James stuck to each other by the hands via Random Magical Spell.
Written for:xzombiexkittenx
for the "Picture Prompt drabble-meme". Sorry this took so long,
[insert random excuses.] And it still needs a sequel, which I
will hopefully, eventually write. Enjoy!
Reddery
“Pretty plants luv, but - ow...” Jack swore was he yanked his hair free from the offending botany. "Just what are they?"
Norrington favoured him with an impatient glare. "They are in the way, Sparrow," he answered crushingly, "as are you. Keep moving."
"To be sure, Commodore," Jack spat, " I would be delighted to. However, this," he gave a vicious tug on their magically bound hands, "is making the task somewhat less than easy to accomplish."
The tug no more succeeded in separating them than it had the previous fifty-odd times they'd tried it. It did, however, have the effect of making the Commodore reflexively pull his hand back, dragging Jack with it. With the difference in their weights and Jack already off-balance, the pirate was sent tumbling into Norrington, who in turn went sprawling.
Jack ended up on top of the Commodore, pressed close against all that long, powerful muscle – it might have been pleasant, if the man wasn't so bloody irritating - their fall broken by masses of red-hued greenery. Or would that be reddery, Jack wondered, considering that it was red, and not green at all.
Smouldering green eyes stared up at him. "Off," Norrington growled. "Now."
Truly the Commodore looked like he was about to lose it. "Whatever you say mate." Stamping firmly on the fraying shred of his own temper, Jack scrambled awkwardly to his feet, managing not to break either of their wrists as he did so.
Norrington stood quickly, brushing bits of plant off his ruined uniform. "And don't touch me," he added.
That was it. "Trust me, darling," Jack hissed furiously," if it were at all avoidable, I wouldn't."
No answer, just a clenched jaw and the whisper of a deep breath as the Commodore carefully locked his emotions away again.
That wouldn't do. Norrington as ice was even more frustrating than Norrington as fire. Jack spun back towards him, deliberately invading the man's personal space. "Might I remind you, Commodore," he bit out, his words hot against the hollow of the officer’s throat. "That it's not my fault we're here - it's William bloody Turner junior's, may he be covered in honey and tied naked to an ant hill in the Caribbean noonday sun - so you don't need to be blaming me for it. Savvy?"
"Fine. I savvy." Norrington jerked away from him, and it was only then that Jack realised how very still he'd gone while he had been talking. "It's not your fault. Now if we could kindly keep moving, we might at least be able to find the cave Will mentioned and break the curse before we have to spend another night like this." He held up their stubbornly joined hands as punctuation.
“Why Commodore,” Jack drawled mockingly, “don’t you like my company?” He tilted his head, staring a challenge at the man, and waited.
Reluctantly, Norrington released a breath that was half hiss, half sigh, and some of the tension went out of his muscles as he forced himself to relax. “I apologise, Sparrow,” he said stiffly. “That was uncalled for.”
“Better.” There was still no trace of liking in his voice, but Jack could work with that. The pirate grinned wolfishly at his not-quite-enemy. “Much better.” Catching a glimpse of shadowed blackness beyond the plants they had so conveniently flattened, he grinned again, brighter. “Besides, I think we’re here.”
Author:
order_of_chaosPairing: Sparrington.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Snark. Plants. Snark. Jack and James stuck to each other by the hands via Random Magical Spell.
Written for:
xzombiexkittenx
for the "Picture Prompt drabble-meme". Sorry this took so long,
[insert random excuses.] And it still needs a sequel, which I
will hopefully, eventually write. Enjoy!Reddery
“Pretty plants luv, but - ow...” Jack swore was he yanked his hair free from the offending botany. "Just what are they?"
Norrington favoured him with an impatient glare. "They are in the way, Sparrow," he answered crushingly, "as are you. Keep moving."
"To be sure, Commodore," Jack spat, " I would be delighted to. However, this," he gave a vicious tug on their magically bound hands, "is making the task somewhat less than easy to accomplish."
The tug no more succeeded in separating them than it had the previous fifty-odd times they'd tried it. It did, however, have the effect of making the Commodore reflexively pull his hand back, dragging Jack with it. With the difference in their weights and Jack already off-balance, the pirate was sent tumbling into Norrington, who in turn went sprawling.
Jack ended up on top of the Commodore, pressed close against all that long, powerful muscle – it might have been pleasant, if the man wasn't so bloody irritating - their fall broken by masses of red-hued greenery. Or would that be reddery, Jack wondered, considering that it was red, and not green at all.
Smouldering green eyes stared up at him. "Off," Norrington growled. "Now."
Truly the Commodore looked like he was about to lose it. "Whatever you say mate." Stamping firmly on the fraying shred of his own temper, Jack scrambled awkwardly to his feet, managing not to break either of their wrists as he did so.
Norrington stood quickly, brushing bits of plant off his ruined uniform. "And don't touch me," he added.
That was it. "Trust me, darling," Jack hissed furiously," if it were at all avoidable, I wouldn't."
No answer, just a clenched jaw and the whisper of a deep breath as the Commodore carefully locked his emotions away again.
That wouldn't do. Norrington as ice was even more frustrating than Norrington as fire. Jack spun back towards him, deliberately invading the man's personal space. "Might I remind you, Commodore," he bit out, his words hot against the hollow of the officer’s throat. "That it's not my fault we're here - it's William bloody Turner junior's, may he be covered in honey and tied naked to an ant hill in the Caribbean noonday sun - so you don't need to be blaming me for it. Savvy?"
"Fine. I savvy." Norrington jerked away from him, and it was only then that Jack realised how very still he'd gone while he had been talking. "It's not your fault. Now if we could kindly keep moving, we might at least be able to find the cave Will mentioned and break the curse before we have to spend another night like this." He held up their stubbornly joined hands as punctuation.
“Why Commodore,” Jack drawled mockingly, “don’t you like my company?” He tilted his head, staring a challenge at the man, and waited.
Reluctantly, Norrington released a breath that was half hiss, half sigh, and some of the tension went out of his muscles as he forced himself to relax. “I apologise, Sparrow,” he said stiffly. “That was uncalled for.”
“Better.” There was still no trace of liking in his voice, but Jack could work with that. The pirate grinned wolfishly at his not-quite-enemy. “Much better.” Catching a glimpse of shadowed blackness beyond the plants they had so conveniently flattened, he grinned again, brighter. “Besides, I think we’re here.”
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which curse? how did it happen? who locked them together?
moremoremore!
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Glad you liked it! Inspiration always helps.
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How come you'll always manage to come up with such unique ideas for fanfictions? Is there some secret to it?
Anyway, very well done!^^
~sinningia~
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The secret? As far as I can tell...
Canon - ignore it.
Fanon - tie it in knots and blow it out of all proportion. Cliches are your friends - kill them.
Logic - Detrimental to creativity. Reactivate only once basic ideas are worked out. If an idea is insane and can't possibly work - who cares. Label it crackfic and keep writing.
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I'm looking forward to the sequel myself, which means I really will have to write it.
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And NOW???
I like the image of Jack and James tied together by a curse... *grins* Still, I want to know how it ends! And where they are! And what plants those are. And - everything.
So please...? Pretty please?
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I, also, wish to know how it ends. Such is the plight of the author that waiting paitiently is not an option :)
Click on picture prompt link thing to see picture of plants. (Also contemplate meme-rules which say first five commenters give-picture get-drabble, and count only four commenters.)
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Saw picture prompt link. Saw picture of plants. Still don't know identity of plants. But managed to count to five - and hope you don't wish now you'd never told me about it. *lol*
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...and I love your rules for writing which you mentioned in one of the comments up there :-)
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Aie! So so so good and so so so maddening.
Jack spun back towards him, deliberately invading the man's personal space. "Might I remind you, Commodore," he bit out, his words hot against the hollow of the officer’s throat. "That it's not my fault we're here - it's William bloody Turner junior's, may he be covered in honey and tied naked to an ant hill in the Caribbean noonday sun - so you don't need to be blaming me for it. Savvy?"
Angry!DAngerous!Jack is tres hot. And I do like that curse. Sort of like the movie's throwaway "Never been to singapore" kind of lines that make you wonder all the things that Jack has seen.
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"I can't bloody help it, can I? Our hands are attached."
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed. *sarcasm* Shut up so I can sleep."
(time passes. Jack fidgets uncomfortably)
"You know what I'd really like to be able to do with my hands right now?"
(A pause. Jack starts to move hands)
"Ugh! You will do no such thing while my hands are anywhere near yours!"
"Dunno if I've washed them since last time, actually...."
"Eeeewwww!!"
As you can see, I was unsuccessful in squishing th bunnies.
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