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Love Steers True
Title: Love Steers True
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character/Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R/M
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hc_bingo: Wild Card, Shipwrecked, Rape/Non-Con, Forced Marriage
Warning(s): Rape-Non/Con, Cannibalism, AU
Word Count: 1,549
Date Written: 26 February, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
His kohl-rimmed eyes snap open as lightning fills his cabin. The ship rocks violently underneath him. He can hear his crew members screaming and Gibbs yelling directions. The howling winds whip the voices around his cabin, but there's another voice inside of his cabin whose calls demand Jack's attention far more importantly.
He reaches out to him, stilling his instincts to run out and see about the Pearl. He knows he's needed out there, but he's needed here, too. Gibbs can handle whatever comes outside; only he can deal with the pain inside. His hands are gentle as he holds Will tenderly and begins talking to him, "Luv, it's only a dream. Only a dream, darlin', yer safe now. They'll never lay a damn hand on you again."
Those bitches will never lay a hand on anybody again. Although Will doesn't know it, and Jack has no intentions of him ever discovering the truth, none of those women will have another chance to harm any one. He wishes for the thousandth time that the lad had simply told him the truth when he'd left Port Royal. If he'd had any idea that Will had not wanted to marry Elizabeth, if he could have possibly guessed that his heart already belonged to him, he would never have left him for anything.
But he'd thought he was doing the right thing. Will had told him time and again how much he loved Elizabeth. His heart belonged to her; it could never belong to any one else. Thus, Jack had left the port with a heavy heart, leaving behind the only being with whom he'd ever wanted to experience the world. He was far from being a saintly man. He was anything but, truth be told, and he'd laid many a woman and man. But none of them had ever made him want to come back for more. Will was the exception to the world; he would have done anything, and still will, to be with him, to share just one more experience with him, to kiss those sweet lips that always bring him such immense pleasure with just one passionate liplock.
But he had left him. Will, being a man of his word, had tried to go through with his marriage to Elizabeth, but she, being a bright girl, had seen through the charade. She had sent him packing, but kindly. She'd bought him a ship, a crew, and everything he'd need to find Jack, making him repay her by upholding only two promises: to find Jack and declare his love so they'd be happy together, and to visit her often. Her love for Will transcended romance. She cared about the boy so greatly that, ultimately, just like Jack, she'd only wanted him to be happy.
Happiness was not what he'd found. The crew had sailed on and quickly caught word of Jack's whereabouts and his next target, but before they'd been able to catch up with him, a storm, probably, Jack reflects now, much the likes of this one, had thrown their little ship at an island. She'd been smashed to pieces, pieces that Jack had found later when, upon receiving word from Elizabeth that Will had come to look for him, he'd gone searching.
That was when he had found the Amazon tribe. Most of Will's crew had bedded the women willingly, but Will had not wanted him any part of them. His refusal to take any one of them to his bed had angered them. The women had beaten him every day in the belief that they would eventually beat him into submission, and as Amazons had the tendency to do, they'd killed his crew members after they'd given them the children they desired.
Jack still doesn't know how long Will was held captive there. It was long enough for thirty men to impregnate thirty two women and be slaughtered and eaten, the latter of which had all happened in front of his poor Will's terrified eyes. They'd eventually taken Will, too, when they'd ran out of men, and rather than end his torment, their Queen had been set to marry him the day Jack had found him.
He barely remembers the vows that were being said the moment he intruded on the scene. In fact, he remembers very little of that day save the fact that he saw how beaten his beloved Will had been, how broken he'd become, and had gone into a rage. Gibbs had been the one to snap him out of it, telling him again and again how much Will needed him. Jack had found the lad cowering underneath a table, and he'd finished falling to pieces in the safe confines of Jack's loving arms.
Now Jack holds him again, stroking him tenderly and whispering soft words of reassurance as the storm continues to rock their cabin. He knows he should leave. His men need him, but Will needs him more. Perhaps he should pass the Captaincy to Gibbs, but what the Hell good was being a Captain if he couldn't take of the greatest treasure he'd ever found?
Will still isn't waking. His fingernails have dug streaks of blood into Jack's bare skin, but Jack remains gentle with him. Still, knowing he must wake him should they have need to run from the cabin, Jack takes his face in his hands and kisses him. The kiss isn't wild as once it would have been. It isn't savage, and Jack forcibly holds back his hunger. His kiss is gentle instead, the swoop of his tongue reassuring and sweet. His passion calls to Will's subconscious, and slowly the lad's eyes flutter open.
Years of Piracy have taught Jack to be able to see in complete blackness, but the lightning's still illuminating their cabin now. Will's brown eyes are deep and shining, full of emotion that makes Jack want to cry. He hears a loud crack outside and knows again that he's needed, but once more, he remembers he's needed worse right here.
His hands are still cupping Will's face, which he still finds breathtakingly handsome even after all this time and despite the scars those bitches left on him. Now his thumbs draw softly across taut skin. His forehead presses gently against Will's. His breath doesn't reek of quite as much rum, because he's had to let some libations go in his need to be able to give Will the care his plundered soul now requires. One moment of being imbibed too deeply in his drink might make Jack miss the one moment Will needs him to bring him down from one of his panic attacks. It's a treasure he's surrendered some of gladly to keep his greatest.
"Sh, luv. It's me. You're all right. They're gone. They'll never hurt you again. I'll protect you always." He kisses him again.
Will looks up as the ship's struck by a tidal wave of water. Jack knows what's happened even though he can't see it. Just as with Will crying in his arms, he can feel every beating his Pearl takes. He knows the ocean is coming on board with them even though none of it's leaking into their cabin. They'll be safe here, he knows, unless she drowns. As Captain, it's his place to go with the ship, and he will, even though he knows Will won't leave him.
"We're needed," Will remarks, rolling from him and grabbing for his clothes. "Why didn't you wake me?"
Jack smiles sadly up at him. His lover doesn't even remember his dreams or, at least, he claims not to. It's for the better, he knows, and if it's only a distraction to put his own pain aside and see about the ship, then it's a good distraction. Their home is under siege by the weather, and they have to take her back.
Jack's dressed in a flash, and they run together from the cabin. Jack darts to the wheel while Will grabs some of the robs that have snapped. He pulls with the crew while Jack steers his other baby, but even as he does and the storm rips at them, Jack's gaze goes back to Will.
"HE'S HEALING," Gibbs calls over the roar of the wind, and if Will hears them, he again pretends not to.
Jack nods and spins the wheel, trying to lead his girl out of the howling storm. They'll make it through this abyss, he knows. They'll make it through this hurricane or whatever it is, and they'll make it through Will's abyss, too. They'll make it through it all together, because just as Will taught him with his determination to save Elizabeth before and against all odds, love always finds a way. Love always finds a way, and it will lead him to successfully cure his Will just as Will cured him, too, once of a darkening heart that no longer cared for any one. Now he has a world to care for, what with Will and the Pearl, Gibbs and Elizabeth, awaiting their next visit, and even Pintel, Ragetti, and Cotton. He has a world for which to care, and together, he and Will will captain it all and eventually, one day, steer a straight course to the bliss of eternal love.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character/Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt:
hc_bingo: Wild Card, Shipwrecked, Rape/Non-Con, Forced MarriageWarning(s): Rape-Non/Con, Cannibalism, AU
Word Count: 1,549
Date Written: 26 February, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
His kohl-rimmed eyes snap open as lightning fills his cabin. The ship rocks violently underneath him. He can hear his crew members screaming and Gibbs yelling directions. The howling winds whip the voices around his cabin, but there's another voice inside of his cabin whose calls demand Jack's attention far more importantly.
He reaches out to him, stilling his instincts to run out and see about the Pearl. He knows he's needed out there, but he's needed here, too. Gibbs can handle whatever comes outside; only he can deal with the pain inside. His hands are gentle as he holds Will tenderly and begins talking to him, "Luv, it's only a dream. Only a dream, darlin', yer safe now. They'll never lay a damn hand on you again."
Those bitches will never lay a hand on anybody again. Although Will doesn't know it, and Jack has no intentions of him ever discovering the truth, none of those women will have another chance to harm any one. He wishes for the thousandth time that the lad had simply told him the truth when he'd left Port Royal. If he'd had any idea that Will had not wanted to marry Elizabeth, if he could have possibly guessed that his heart already belonged to him, he would never have left him for anything.
But he'd thought he was doing the right thing. Will had told him time and again how much he loved Elizabeth. His heart belonged to her; it could never belong to any one else. Thus, Jack had left the port with a heavy heart, leaving behind the only being with whom he'd ever wanted to experience the world. He was far from being a saintly man. He was anything but, truth be told, and he'd laid many a woman and man. But none of them had ever made him want to come back for more. Will was the exception to the world; he would have done anything, and still will, to be with him, to share just one more experience with him, to kiss those sweet lips that always bring him such immense pleasure with just one passionate liplock.
But he had left him. Will, being a man of his word, had tried to go through with his marriage to Elizabeth, but she, being a bright girl, had seen through the charade. She had sent him packing, but kindly. She'd bought him a ship, a crew, and everything he'd need to find Jack, making him repay her by upholding only two promises: to find Jack and declare his love so they'd be happy together, and to visit her often. Her love for Will transcended romance. She cared about the boy so greatly that, ultimately, just like Jack, she'd only wanted him to be happy.
Happiness was not what he'd found. The crew had sailed on and quickly caught word of Jack's whereabouts and his next target, but before they'd been able to catch up with him, a storm, probably, Jack reflects now, much the likes of this one, had thrown their little ship at an island. She'd been smashed to pieces, pieces that Jack had found later when, upon receiving word from Elizabeth that Will had come to look for him, he'd gone searching.
That was when he had found the Amazon tribe. Most of Will's crew had bedded the women willingly, but Will had not wanted him any part of them. His refusal to take any one of them to his bed had angered them. The women had beaten him every day in the belief that they would eventually beat him into submission, and as Amazons had the tendency to do, they'd killed his crew members after they'd given them the children they desired.
Jack still doesn't know how long Will was held captive there. It was long enough for thirty men to impregnate thirty two women and be slaughtered and eaten, the latter of which had all happened in front of his poor Will's terrified eyes. They'd eventually taken Will, too, when they'd ran out of men, and rather than end his torment, their Queen had been set to marry him the day Jack had found him.
He barely remembers the vows that were being said the moment he intruded on the scene. In fact, he remembers very little of that day save the fact that he saw how beaten his beloved Will had been, how broken he'd become, and had gone into a rage. Gibbs had been the one to snap him out of it, telling him again and again how much Will needed him. Jack had found the lad cowering underneath a table, and he'd finished falling to pieces in the safe confines of Jack's loving arms.
Now Jack holds him again, stroking him tenderly and whispering soft words of reassurance as the storm continues to rock their cabin. He knows he should leave. His men need him, but Will needs him more. Perhaps he should pass the Captaincy to Gibbs, but what the Hell good was being a Captain if he couldn't take of the greatest treasure he'd ever found?
Will still isn't waking. His fingernails have dug streaks of blood into Jack's bare skin, but Jack remains gentle with him. Still, knowing he must wake him should they have need to run from the cabin, Jack takes his face in his hands and kisses him. The kiss isn't wild as once it would have been. It isn't savage, and Jack forcibly holds back his hunger. His kiss is gentle instead, the swoop of his tongue reassuring and sweet. His passion calls to Will's subconscious, and slowly the lad's eyes flutter open.
Years of Piracy have taught Jack to be able to see in complete blackness, but the lightning's still illuminating their cabin now. Will's brown eyes are deep and shining, full of emotion that makes Jack want to cry. He hears a loud crack outside and knows again that he's needed, but once more, he remembers he's needed worse right here.
His hands are still cupping Will's face, which he still finds breathtakingly handsome even after all this time and despite the scars those bitches left on him. Now his thumbs draw softly across taut skin. His forehead presses gently against Will's. His breath doesn't reek of quite as much rum, because he's had to let some libations go in his need to be able to give Will the care his plundered soul now requires. One moment of being imbibed too deeply in his drink might make Jack miss the one moment Will needs him to bring him down from one of his panic attacks. It's a treasure he's surrendered some of gladly to keep his greatest.
"Sh, luv. It's me. You're all right. They're gone. They'll never hurt you again. I'll protect you always." He kisses him again.
Will looks up as the ship's struck by a tidal wave of water. Jack knows what's happened even though he can't see it. Just as with Will crying in his arms, he can feel every beating his Pearl takes. He knows the ocean is coming on board with them even though none of it's leaking into their cabin. They'll be safe here, he knows, unless she drowns. As Captain, it's his place to go with the ship, and he will, even though he knows Will won't leave him.
"We're needed," Will remarks, rolling from him and grabbing for his clothes. "Why didn't you wake me?"
Jack smiles sadly up at him. His lover doesn't even remember his dreams or, at least, he claims not to. It's for the better, he knows, and if it's only a distraction to put his own pain aside and see about the ship, then it's a good distraction. Their home is under siege by the weather, and they have to take her back.
Jack's dressed in a flash, and they run together from the cabin. Jack darts to the wheel while Will grabs some of the robs that have snapped. He pulls with the crew while Jack steers his other baby, but even as he does and the storm rips at them, Jack's gaze goes back to Will.
"HE'S HEALING," Gibbs calls over the roar of the wind, and if Will hears them, he again pretends not to.
Jack nods and spins the wheel, trying to lead his girl out of the howling storm. They'll make it through this abyss, he knows. They'll make it through this hurricane or whatever it is, and they'll make it through Will's abyss, too. They'll make it through it all together, because just as Will taught him with his determination to save Elizabeth before and against all odds, love always finds a way. Love always finds a way, and it will lead him to successfully cure his Will just as Will cured him, too, once of a darkening heart that no longer cared for any one. Now he has a world to care for, what with Will and the Pearl, Gibbs and Elizabeth, awaiting their next visit, and even Pintel, Ragetti, and Cotton. He has a world for which to care, and together, he and Will will captain it all and eventually, one day, steer a straight course to the bliss of eternal love.
The End