Fanfiction by Vivien - Harry Potter/Good Omens/ Buffy/Multiverse-Milliways/Recommendations
Author: Vivien
Title: "A Different Pirate Story"
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Pairing: Elizabeth/Will, Elizabeth/Jack
Rating: PG
Written for Latcvi's "Isn't It Iconic?" challenge for siryn99
Elizabeth was a happy woman. She had married for love in a society where that didn't often happen. She had married a fine man, for Will treated her with the utmost respect. He was strong and handsome and loyal, and she knew that she was lucky beyond all her dreams.
Their marriage bed was one of passion and tenderness, not a place of duty and pain, with children as the only reward, as she'd always been lead to believe. She berated herself then, as she rested in Will's arms in the night, listening to his steady breaths punctuating the quiet of the bedchamber, for letting her mind wander to thoughts of another man's hands touching her, another man's mouth on her skin, another man's dark eyes penetrating hers…
“Grandmama, tell us another story,” said the small child sitting by Elizabeth's knee. Elizabeth reached a gnarled hand down to ruffle the tot's flaxen hair.
“And what story would you like, Billy?”
“Tell us about the pirates again,” squealed Billy.
The dark haired boy sitting beside her on the breezy patio looked up from the book he'd been reading. “Oh yes, Grandmama, tell us about the pirates.”
“You children never tire of pirate stories, do you?” said Elizabeth, glancing down at the knitting which she used to keep her aching hands busy.
“No!” Billy clapped his hands in expectation of another of his grandmother's exciting stories.
“Grandmama,” said the dark haired boy, “I'd like to hear a different pirate story.”
“Oh yes, Nicholas? And which one would that be?” She gazed at her grandson, the dark-haired, dark-eyed proof of her sin still fresh two generations along.
“I heard Grandfather tell of a pirate once ere he died. He was called Captain Jack Sparrow, and he told Papa that he had loved the man as much as he had hated him. Do you know his story?”
Elizabeth paused, her memories taking her back to a foolish and heady time in her life when anything seemed possible and everything easily obtained. “No, Nicholas,” she finally said. “I do not know his story. I'm feeling tired now. Why don't you boys run along and see what Hettie's cooking for luncheon.”
“Alright, Grandmama,” said Nicholas, but the pointed look he gave her proved that he had inherited his grandfather's intelligence and drive to never give up. Nicholas took Billy's hand and led him away, leaving her sitting on the porch awash in the recollections of two men who had always given her whatever she had desired, no matter what the cost.