[Fic] Checkmate
Title: Checkmate
Author: Shytan
Rating: PG
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington, Elizabeth Swann
Summary: The king and his pawns.
Warnings: Darker than my usual fics. Implied slash.
They were his minions, his little pawns. Tiny little chess pieces, reluctantly obeying their king, not realising that he was the opposite colour.
He had loved her, adored her, asked her to marry him. She had not loved him, though. Then another man had come to take her away, and she threw away her life of wealth for a blacksmith, a pirate and a war she could not win. Her fiance, she had not even had the chance to marry him, had been stabbed in the heart, and the twisted knife took him away, binding him to a ship with tattered sails, and a crew with tattered souls. She never saw him again.
He had loved her once, but then she left with another man, and he was left alone on the chessboard, a lonely blue pawn caught in a war between two different shades of grey. Stabbed in the shoulder by a creature no longer of his world, James began to die his lonely death, his failure painted on his face, until a little angel gathered him in his arms and cradled him. And loved him. And made him his.
The pirates did not surrender, so they were torn down as they fled. Some survived, others did not. Their tiny flagship sped away with the ominous Dutchman on its tail, fleeing as a woman scorned exacted her revenge. It would chase later, if it survived. Or perhaps it would simply forget. Cutler never saw it again.
He had loved her once, but she had turned him away, and now another loved him, and he loved him back. Elizabeth had thought her femininity would grant her favour, but Lord Beckett was not a lady's man. She claimed she loved James, but he turned her away. She claimed that her master hurt her, but James simply shrugged, for he did not care. Because James was the master's favourite pet. It was James that warmed his bed at night. It was James that received passionate kisses for his rewards, a cold knife for his punishment. James loved it all, because he wasn't lonely any more. Someone cared about him, someone loved him, and that someone was so very good at it all.
James was the pampered cat that lay across his master's lap and purred, accepting the pain as a price for the pleasure. Elizabeth was the unwanted rat that was tossed into her master's care, and although she cleaned up nicely, she was simply a tool at his disposal, a woman to keep the curious at bay. He never touched her. He did not even feel her worthy of his knife, he pawned her off to Mercer, who was more than happy to deliver the punishments. There were no rewards.
Author: Shytan
Rating: PG
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington, Elizabeth Swann
Summary: The king and his pawns.
Warnings: Darker than my usual fics. Implied slash.
They were his minions, his little pawns. Tiny little chess pieces, reluctantly obeying their king, not realising that he was the opposite colour.
He had loved her, adored her, asked her to marry him. She had not loved him, though. Then another man had come to take her away, and she threw away her life of wealth for a blacksmith, a pirate and a war she could not win. Her fiance, she had not even had the chance to marry him, had been stabbed in the heart, and the twisted knife took him away, binding him to a ship with tattered sails, and a crew with tattered souls. She never saw him again.
He had loved her once, but then she left with another man, and he was left alone on the chessboard, a lonely blue pawn caught in a war between two different shades of grey. Stabbed in the shoulder by a creature no longer of his world, James began to die his lonely death, his failure painted on his face, until a little angel gathered him in his arms and cradled him. And loved him. And made him his.
The pirates did not surrender, so they were torn down as they fled. Some survived, others did not. Their tiny flagship sped away with the ominous Dutchman on its tail, fleeing as a woman scorned exacted her revenge. It would chase later, if it survived. Or perhaps it would simply forget. Cutler never saw it again.
He had loved her once, but she had turned him away, and now another loved him, and he loved him back. Elizabeth had thought her femininity would grant her favour, but Lord Beckett was not a lady's man. She claimed she loved James, but he turned her away. She claimed that her master hurt her, but James simply shrugged, for he did not care. Because James was the master's favourite pet. It was James that warmed his bed at night. It was James that received passionate kisses for his rewards, a cold knife for his punishment. James loved it all, because he wasn't lonely any more. Someone cared about him, someone loved him, and that someone was so very good at it all.
James was the pampered cat that lay across his master's lap and purred, accepting the pain as a price for the pleasure. Elizabeth was the unwanted rat that was tossed into her master's care, and although she cleaned up nicely, she was simply a tool at his disposal, a woman to keep the curious at bay. He never touched her. He did not even feel her worthy of his knife, he pawned her off to Mercer, who was more than happy to deliver the punishments. There were no rewards.