He looks at her lips, and almost lets himself slip.
She’s half closed those fiery eyes, and for all her insults and protests, he can see how much she wants him to kiss her.
But this is wrong.
She’s a child.
A child trapped in a ghost story, who imagines him as her hero.
He’s no hero.
She’s making the best of a situation that couldn’t be worse.
He’s having to fight every single cell in his body.
He wants her.
He needs her.
But she’s too good.
She’s full of goodness and youth.
Not all treasure is silver and gold.
Sometimes it’s crowned with golden locks and watches you with hazel eyes, wanting you to corrupt the only rule you’re clinging to with everything.
He doesn’t kiss her.
He barely touches her.
He can see the hurt in her eyes and he almost apologizes.
But then she promises to marry Norrington and he finds he’s not sorry.
Now she’s looking at him and her mouth speaks what her eyes still can’t admit.
She wants him, when she shouldn’t.
She’s set out to rescue her love. He’s promised to help, like the utter fool he’s become over her.
She’s not a child anymore. She’s quickly become a woman, dangerous and determined.
When she takes him by surprise and kisses him, he’s not sure whether to thank the gods or curse them.
For he should have known tasting her lips would come with a hefty price.
The click of the manacles around his wrist brings him out of the haze her kissing shrouded his mind in.
She smiles at him, and the deadly determination shines at him through her eyes.
She’s not sorry either.
He calls her what she loves, and despises all at once, and he imagines that he sees a glimmer of pride in those eyes.
She leaves him to die.
But death is not the end, it’s merely the next step in the master plan.
That’s what he tells himself as he’s swallowed by a beast like no other.
He can only dream of what she will be like the next time he sees her.
written by (time-spacepiratepoetoutcast)
requested by afterthebattle
She’s such a tease.
Begging for him to take her on this lonely isle, because she thinks he’s…what?
He doesn’t exactly know. He wouldn’t dare assume anything about her. He’s half afraid to wake up and discover this is all a fever dream while he’s passed out drunk under the sun.
She’s probably crying her eyes out, thinking him dead and her own life running out.
That’s much too kind.
She’s probably laughing and sailing away on a ship that’s come to look for her, and he’s bleeding out on the sand from having his throat slit.
He can see it.
That proper speech and formally proper clothing doesn’t hide the power in her eyes.
She wants it.
She will claim it.
She grew up reading about pirates because she admires them. But not only that.
She wants to be one.
Who’s to say she wouldn’t be one if she’d been born into any other family?
All that propriety is only delaying the inevitable.
Elizabeth Swann doesn’t drive fear into his heart.
But Captain Swann just might.
Here he is, acting like a lovesick boy, practically declaring his love for her. Proposing to marry her.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
Never settles down.
Never sticks with one bird.
Unless it’s a Swann.
He walked himself right into this mess.
When she turns him down, he’s actually hurt. She likes the whelp more than him.
The way she looks at his lips when he stands close enough to taste her breath tells him she doesn’t dislike the idea.
He’s seconds from plundering that deliciously frustrating mouth when the cursed black spots appears.
She pulls back and pretends to praise his restraint.
He can see how much she wanted it.
He shrugs it off like nothing and she walks away.
Who’s the tease now?
He thinks it’s him.
But how she said no sounded an awful lot like I want to say yes helps him sleep.
I’M FUCKING DEADDDD
- who wakes the other one up with kisses: Depends on who wakes first, but most of the time Jack can’t control himself in the morning (and he likes to tickle her with his beard, which he knows she likes)
- who cooks for who: Neither really. Elizabeth grew up having others cook for her, and Jack usually goes to taverns or just eats whatever’s on the ship. However, he likes to take her to different places he knows about around the world so she can try different things, and she’ll drag him to places she’s always dreamed about going.
- who is the morning person/night person: Elizabeth is used to waking up early, so its not a big deal for her, but Jack is so used to drinking through the night that he usually becomes the night owl. Both like staying up regardless and either stay at the helm and/or watch the waves roll by. Regardless of who wakes up or stays up, both like to watch the horizon when the sun comes up.
- who is the romantic one: Jack would say Elizabeth, but both know that Jack is a real softie underneath, especially for his Pirate King.
- who is the top when it comes to sex: mostly Elizabeth, but Jack takes the reigns sometimes
- who would lead in ballroom dancing: Elizabeth would let Jack, since thats how she was raised and its secretly one of the few things she liked about her old life. The better part now is that when she dances with him its without the scrutiny of criticizing eyes. A few times they’ve snuck into the balls of the upper class, disguised as one of them, and they just steal the food and dance the night away.
- who is the more cuddly one: Jack, because Lizzie is just so cute sometimes and he can’t believe she’s letting him do this- holding her, touching her- at all.
- who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch: Well…they dont really have movies, but I feel like in an AU where they might both live forever or something, they would both pick movies out. Both are interested in the choice of movies and both are curious about every genre. They have no real preference when it comes to testing out stuff.
- who is the one who would pay for dates: Jack likes skipping out on the bill sometimes, but even though he’s gotten that pirate trick drilled into her, sometimes Lizzie leaves money when she feels bad. (especially if the innkeepers look like they need it.) (jack never says anything against this, though he pretends he doesn’t see at all) (but she knows he does)
- who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes: Jack definitely, because even though she’s a bonafide pirate, she still has some manners of propriety drilled into her and needs some persuasion to break the rules a little.
sparrabeth + 50. breaking the rules
Her voice is stern and enough to send a shiver up his spine. He’s never been one to take orders but she’s always been one to give them and she is his king. He has to swallow down the bile that rises in his throat with the regret of appointing her at all.
The road to hell and good intentions, mate.
He turns slowly, eyeing her as if she’s something he’s found on the bottom of his boot. It’s no surprise that she’s found him, even with the little whelp of Turner’s hanging off her arm. The poor boy is barely able to walk and yet she’s commandeered a ship to captain and she’s asking for his help.
He’s not actually surprised she couldn’t hack the life of a seaman’s wife. He’d always known she was made for things beyond a small shack on the edge of a village.
"Shouldn’t you be at home, love? Mothering and feeding that…" he sniffs in the child’s general direction. "…thing. ‘Sides, the code states—"
"They’re more like guidelines," her eyes roll heavenward and then settle on him again. When she moves closer it reminds him of a predator cornering prey that’s already safely ensnared. "Come now, Jack. Haven’t you always wanted to see the Spanish armada…on their knees?"
We are very much alike, you and I, I and you… us.
WHAT I REALLY LOVE
IS THE SCENE IN AWE WHERE THEY’RE RESCUING JACK FROM THE LOCKER
Everyone is telling him that he’s not hallucinating they’re actually there
Tia Dalma, Barbossa, Will, Gibbs. Everyone he knows and cares about there in one place except for her, the one he wouldn’t dare conjure up. His greatest weakness and failing. His lust for her is what got him killed. She was right when she whispered that he was a good man. He wouldn’t ever conjure her. He couldn’t ever face her.
And then she’s THERE she’s telling him it’s real that they’re really there and he’s spooked because it has to be real if she’s there. He wants to hate her he really does but he can’t he can’t hate her because he’d do the same.