#sparrbossa

They’d been enemies longer than they’d ever been allies. Which, Jack thought, was a shame—because Hector Barbossa looked particularly handsome tonight. The moon caught in his beard, his coat buttoned wrong in that infuriatingly deliberate way, eyes sharp as if he could still see straight through Jack’s lies. “Don’t look so smug,” Barbossa growled, leaning against the map table. “You’ve lost.”

Jack swayed slightly, bottle of rum in hand. “Ah—but which of my many plans do you believe you’ve just foiled?” Barbossa snorted. “The one where you escape.” Jack grinned. “Rude.” They stood too close. Always did. Like gravity had opinions. For a long moment, neither spoke. The ship creaked. The sea listened. Barbossa’s voice dropped. “You ever notice, Jack… for a man who values freedom above all else, you spend an awful lot of time circling me.” Jack blinked, genuinely caught. “I circle a lot of things. Islands. Fortunes. Certain… infuriating captains.” Barbossa stepped closer, looming. “You circle me.” Jack’s smile softened, dangerous and honest. “Well. You do make a very compelling center.” Silence—thick, electric.Barbossa reached out, slow, deliberate, and plucked the rum bottle from Jack’s hand, setting it aside. “This isn’t about drink.”

Jack swallowed. “No.” “It’s not about curses, or ships, or revenge.” “…No.” Barbossa exhaled through his nose, like he was furious at the world for forcing this truth out of him. “You are the most unbearable man I’ve ever known.” Jack tilted his head. “And yet.” “And yet,” Barbossa admitted, voice rough, “when you’re not on deck, the sea feels… wrong.” Jack laughed softly—no joke in it. “Careful, Hector. That sounded almost like affection.”

Barbossa grabbed him by the collar. Not violently. Precisely. Like he knew exactly how much force Jack would allow. “You disappear on me again,” Barbossa said quietly, foreheads nearly touching, “and I will hunt you to the ends of the world.” Jack’s breath hitched. “Promises, promises.” Then—inevitable as tide—Barbossa kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It was years of grudges and grudging admiration, of battles fought back-to-back, of knowing every weakness and choosing, just this once, not to use them. When they broke apart, Jack was breathless and smiling.

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Speckett - Run devil run

Salack - Ain't it funny

Sparrington - Addicted

Beckington - I hate everything about you

Meckett - Getting away with murder

Sparbossa ~ Trouble

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