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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years ago

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Thank you @eldritch-and-tired for commissioning this lil’ /Reader piece of @megalommi‘s Sans, Baggs. I will ALWAYS be a simp for this sexyman. Enjoy!!

Tw: injections, unwilling hypnosis/mind control

...

You giggled.

The light was so pretty. Swirling, undulating, cyan and magenta warping and shifting in and out of one another in an endless hypnotising rhythm. It made you think of a funfair... spirals everywhere, from the tops of the stalls to the decorations on the rides, to the signs leading you around to those huge lollipops that tasted tooth-meltingly sweet. Happy memories, carefree, far away and non-solid but still wonderful. What were you doing? You couldn’t remember anything. You liked blue and purple, they were everywhere, all around you, such pretty colours.

Pretty, pretty...

“... there we go. easy now.”

... You didn’t realise he was even there until he (somewhat cautiously?) spoke. Your senses were just colours. The voice was odd and a bit disembodied at first but slowly, slowly, you became aware of its source- a face hovering just over you. The awareness spread to your body, too... you were bent at an odd angle with your feet just barely lifted off the floor, your back flat on a rather uncomfortable table, gravity pulling your hair and cheeks. And he... he was just a few inches over you, pinning you by one of your wrists.

...

A tight and tense, cutting smile, clear signs of stress around his face and shoulders making it obvious that this was the smile of a man on the edge and not one of any particular joy. Deep sockets, so wide they looked borderline painful, glaring down at you with so much intensity...

... You could feel his body heat. And his breath against your face. Your heartbeat, your slightly itchy nose, how tight he was holding your wrist.

“... Mh... Huh?” You said, ever-so articulately, vision spinning in the same direction as the swirls emanating from his left socket. A similar way to how the world rocked when you were dizzy... except for you, it never righted itself. It just kept spinning and spinning and spinning. Everything was so bright, as you fell under a pleasant fuzzy sensation burrowed into your chest and mind, blanketing your thoughts as if you were just in the middle of a nice dream where nothing much mattered.

“shh...”

When he gently closed his gloved fingers around something you had gripped in your pinned hand, you put up no fuss, loosening your hold and allowing him to take it... when did you pick up a scalpel? What an odd thing to have. The back of your head hurt and your knuckles felt the telltale aches of having been tense a few moments ago, even though they were now just an unwound coil like the rest of you.

... Dr. Baggs let out a long slow, breath. You could feel it against your nose and neck, he was that close... his mouth open barely a crack, the magenta hue of his tongue glinting against his fangs.

“... alright.” He said, voice silky, gentle on your thrumming ears and head, sockets easing around the edges as he calmed down. The bluish shadows of sleep deprivation under them became more apparent as the tension in the room, face and posture waned. “that’s better.”

... Yeah. You thought, relaxed and calm. It is.

... He gave you the bare minimum of personal space, leaning back and helping you to sit, lifting you with the perfect combination of gentle but firm as if he knew you’d immediately feel so dizzy when you became upright. Your hands moved up and held onto his shoulders to steady yourself- the fabric of his lab coat was surprisingly soft, it was very nice to touch.

... He was so close. Supportive but strict hands on your elbows, your knees on either side of him, he smelled like... the artificial flavouring they added candy that just wasn’t quite natural. And a specific, scented brand of antiseptic; clean and sterile and prepared.

“... well.” He hummed, reaching out of sight for something with one hand. Your forehead would bump his collarbone if you leant forward any more. His voice was so soothing and calming, especially since you were only a few inches from his clavicle... you were getting pretty close to shutting your eyes at this point, but a prick in your arm kept you from completely nodding off- you barely noticed it, too busy studying the aesthetically pleasing purple trim to his coat and enjoying the funny fuzzy sensation in your chest and temples. Oh, he suddenly had a full syringe in his hand that he was putting a cap on... where did he get that?

“i knew from the start you’d be uncooperative, but... not that kind of uncooperative.”

He held something up to your face. You opened your mouth, (wait, why am I opening my mouth...) and he quickly placed it on your tongue. You swallowed, again, without knowing why... it was like your body was following a list of instructions that you couldn’t see or hear. Someone else had taken the wheel; tugging the right strings to make the right parts of you move when they were needed.

... You didn’t think about it much. No panic, no confusion, no considering the implications. The thoughts were disconnected... just ships in the night, sailing by your muffled brain. All you could really think about was how whatever he’d given you was very strange and bitter and ew, you cringed, an odd acrid taste lingering in the back of your throat.

... Another prick in your arm. That’s weird, he keeps pricking me. Oh well. This time, you looked just in time to see him removing a now-empty syringe; he wiped where he’d poked your forearm with something very cold, then placed a little circular red band-aid over it.

...

There were six other band-aids on that forearm. Two green, three navy, one black... and now the red one.

Hm... I feel like I should be alarmed by that...

Again, all you could think about was how nice you felt right now. Dizzy, warm, safe. Like you’d had a little too much to drink, but now you were laying out in the sun with your friends... I miss the sun...

“most of my ‘patients’ are at least... consistent.” Baggs hummed, continuining to hold you carefully by the elbows, predicting your post-jab swaying. He didn’t seem to realise he was talking aloud, just a scientist observing his experiment, and you weren’t really paying enough attention to what he was actually saying- too many words to process, boooring. “uncooperative awake, uncooperative under. you’re always displaying aggression toward me... and yet as soon as you have no control, there’s an obediency so immediate it’s borderline subconscious. rather fascinating.”

Instead, you...

“... Sexy voice.”

...

“... what?”

Apparently, that was enough to finally break him out of his thoughts. You glanced up at Baggs’ face, still only a few inches away, you kept forgetting where things were around you... the cushion around your soul never wavered but for a moment there was a little blip in the swirls. A slight interruption.

“Mmmhm.”

...

... His expression sort of... well, ‘melted’ was the wrong word. It was more akin to the sun peeking out from between two clouds. The detached, observational, scientific air to him thinned and began to evaporate... revealing something a little more warm.

The razor and unfriendly edges of his smile were rounding into something organic. Perhaps even, daresay, resembling forward.

“my.” He purred. “how forward of you.”

“S’very nice. Very smooth...” Your tongue felt... eh. And your arm, where he’d poked you, was starting to itch. “And you have a nice face too... handsome man. I think so.”

...

His smile started growing even more, and he leaned back an inch or two as if to look at all of you and make sure you were really the same person he’d brought into this examination room less than an hour ago. “... oh really?”

“Yeah...” ... Your hands had been just holding onto his coat... but, spurred on by your sudden drunken confidence, you properly looped them around his neck.

... He blinked, but he only let himself appear taken aback for a moment or two. Despite how ominously his magenta eyelights glowed in his dark, shadowed sockets... you could tell he was enjoying himself, and this sudden turn of events. “i’m flattered.”

You laid your head on his chest. It was getting kinda hard to stay upright.

... Your nose scrunched.

“Funky smell, though.”

That was enough to get an actual laugh out of him- albeit shortlived, his skull cocking like a curious mirthful bird. “are you... genuinely telling me that i smell, darling?”

“Yeah. Because it’s true. You’re gremlin.”

“i’m... gremlin?”

“Mhm.”

“stars. i wish i could tell pap about this.”

Your body shifted, enough to make you lightly squeak- things were spinning so much that it took you a minute to realise Baggs had picked you up, an arm hooked under your legs and another around your back.

“you’re all done for the day, pet.” His eyelights had become a thrumming, almost amethyst colour as he looked at you, a far gentler shade of purple than his previous headache-inducing magenta. You weren’t sure what’d caused that but you weren’t complaining. You weren’t sure what’d caused him to carry you either, considering he usually just brought someone to collect his ‘patients’ for him... but, again, not complaining. “it’s time to get back to your room.”

“I feel funny.” You mumbled.

“that’s normal.”

He started walking. The halls all looked the same, as he moved through them, blending into one another... white and sterile, a few doors dotted inbetween if you were lucky but mostly just the exact same tiles and patterns and lack of anything that would clue you into the fact that people had actually (at some point) existed in this area.

“Hm... is this where you work...?”

A little chuckle. He was sounding further and further away. “yes. this is my job, dear.”

“It’s so g... ug-ly.”

“oh? you think so?” Baggs’ tone had become... light? Perhaps a little teasing.

“Jus... put up some nice posters, or something.” Your head was so heavy. Since when was it this heavy? You had to rest it against his chest, feeling that nice fabric against your cheek, hearing an equally nice humming sound from inside his ribcage. “Paint the walls. It’s so... white. Clini... ...clinicic... Calic...”

“clinical?”

“... Yeah.Tthat.”

A gloved phalange touched your arm. It was probably an attempt at a comforting gesture- stroking the skin. “good to know. i’ll make sure to pass that eloquent advice along to the decorating team.”

“Good.”

He brought you to a cell-like room. It was... vaguely familiar? A bed with one pillow, thin white sheets... some strange posters and a window with bars over it. You felt like you’d spent a long time in there, but it was impossible to think straight enough to actually muster up any memories.

Baggs laid you down on the bed, slowly, handling you like you’d fall apart at any moment. You made a little noise- it wasn’t a very soft bed... but it was good enough. And your body felt so strange and tired that any soft surface honestly was nice enough to lay down on forever.

“comfy?” He asked. Since when did he inquire if you were comfy?

“M... no. S’whatever.”

...

You peeked at him, crouched by your bed... and you reached out, pressing your inexplicably heavy finger against the top of his nasal cavity in a booping motion. You mumbled a little victorious “Silly skeleton.”

...

He took your hand in his gloved one, gently, before it could go limp and flop down. You couldn’t really make out his expression at this point.

“don’t tell the other subjects...” He murmured... he sounded amused, at least. “but i think you’ve become my favourite.”

“Course.” You shut your eyes. “I’m... m’amazing.”

“... yes. course.”

A feeling, like a kiss on your hand, before he placed it by your side.

“... go to sleep.”

...

And just like that, your body obeyed him before your head could even process what he’d said, and you were asleep.

#commissions #megalosomnia #baggs sans #not my sans #but damn #i wish i was his [pensive emoji]#i fuckin LOVE writing hypnosis if you couldnt tell hfsdkjf

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tare-anime · 4 years ago

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A story about the journey of Pirate Captain Anya in finding her most valuable treasure. A Pirate AU (?) :P (AO3)

Don’t forget to check this magnificent Pirate Captain Anya art by @honeycloverbee

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The sun set high in the blue summer sky. A perfect day to sail on the Black Beauty. The wind picked up the pace, and it made the Jolly Roger flapped proudly on top of their main mast.

The captain of the ship, a girl with pink hair wearing traditional pirate headgear, an eyepatch, pirate robe, hook in her hand, black leather pants, and cute boots. She whistled cheerfully while steering the Black Beauty through the ocean.

Suddenly, her first mate, a tall blond man shouted, "Land ahoy!! 9 o'clock!!"

"Aye!!" Anya Forger, the captain yelled back, "Nice job there, inmate!!"

"First mate! Or just… 'mate'" the blond man, Loid Forger, rolled his eyes, corrected the term, and slid down from the crows nest.

“We’re close to the treasure island, mate! As my magic compass now starts to glow!” The captain was brimming.

“Aye!” First mate Loid answered unenthusiastically.

Suddenly the bright sky turned dark, as the sun was covered with thick heavy thunderstorm clouds. The wind blew harder, and the Black Beauty tried her best to roam the raging sea.

“Stay strong, mate!! We’re so close to our treasure!”

The captain tried her best to steer the Black Beauty and made her sail on course, while the first mate held the sails with all his strength.

Suddenly a strong wave washed the deck of Black Beauty, and the first mate was washed away.

“Oh no! Help me, captain!” Loid flatly called his captain.

“Hang in there mate!!” the captain shouted dramatically, and ran to grab the live preserver. She then threw the live preserver to her mate, and shouted again “Grab it, mate!! I’ll save you!!”

“……..” Loid blinked at the thing thrown at him.

"........."

“Psst…. Papa, use it!” Anya whispered.

With a heavy sigh, Loid took the Bondman rubber buoy, and hung it around his neck. He then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly a beautiful ‘aaaaaa’ singing voice could be heard.

Captain Anya gasped dramatically, “The siren!! Help is coming!!”

“Weren’t sirens supposed to be a bad omen for sailors?” Loid thought to himself.

“Look, it’s the mermaid!!” Anya pointed to the edge of the stage, and Loid turned his head towards the direction pointed by his daughter.

His jaw dropped.

From the end of the stage, Yor emerged. She was using a grey rotund costume from head to toe, only her face was showing. Loid could see whiskers protruding from the costume around her face, and she was moving the flippers arms as she waddled forward with difficulties because both of her legs were wrapped tightly around the costume tails, only showing her ankles and feet.

“It’s a frikin’ dugong!” Loid exclaimed.

“Mermaid is actually a dugong, Papa! We need to stay to the science fact,” Anya deadpanned.

The audience started to laugh out loud when they saw “the mermaid”.

Loid felt his face reddened, and not just from the heat.

He kept reminding himself the reason why he did this embarrassing acting in the first place.

A week ago, Anya had come home and relayed the news about a probability of earning a stela star, should she win at the summer festival plays. Unfortunately, back to back missions had prevented him from assisting his daughter and Becky in preparing a play scenario, costumes, and props. He left supervision to Yor, but… now he started to question the decision.

This play scenario made no sense at all.

Plus, he wondered why Eden Academy thought it was a good idea to build the stage in the middle of their courtyard, under direct heat of summer sun, instead making it in their hall where surely there were aircons.

“Hang in there, o brave sailors…. I’ll come and save you….” Yor said her lines stiffly.

She then waddled for several steps towards Loid, but then she tripped and fell flat forward.

Out of reflex, Loid immediately stood up to help his wife, but then he was yanked backward by the buoy tied to a rope, and fell flat on his bottom.

Laughs from the audiences again could be heard.

Yor tried to get up, but the costumes hindered her from doing so. Anya then jumped down from the ‘ship’, approached her mother and tried to help her to no avail.

Loid removed the buoy from his neck, and hurriedly helped his wife to stand. He then noticed how crimson his wife’s face was, and she was sweating profusely.

“You okay?” He whispered.

“..m fine…” Yor whispered back, then she continued her line, “Look…. The magic island appears!”

“Oh!!” Anya then ran to the ‘island’ stage, and lifted up an Aladdin lamp, “I found the treasure!!”

"Huh?" Loid raised his brows, "Magic lamp?"

Captain Anya then started to rub the lamp, and with a dramatic puff of smoke, Becky the genie appeared. She was using a very cute simple summer dress.

“Now there’s a genie?” Loid muttered under his breath, while Yor giggled and whispered, “A very cute one.”

“O brave souls, I shall grant three of your wishes!” Becky said her lines proudly.

“Please give me the most priceless treasure of all time!” Anya then said her first wish.

“Your wish is my command!” Becky then moves her arms dramatically, “Now I’ll marry Mr. Forger, and become your mom!”

Loid gawked, “Huh?”

The black haired girl then ran towards Loid, but before she reached him, she was pulled at the side by his daughter.

“Becky!! You’re supposed to turn my mom into a princess!” Anya whispered to her friend.

“But I want to marry Mr. Forger!”

“Aren’t you supposed to grant my wishes?”

“Yes! And I shall become your mom!”

“I want you as my best friend! I already have a mom! Becky, please stick to the scenario!!” Anya pleaded to her best friend.

The black haired girl sighed, and finally relented, “Fine…. Behold the princess mermaid!!”

On her que, the puff of smoke filled the stage. Loid saw Yor squirming and tugging from inside her costume.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“I’m stuck!” his wife whined.

“I’ll rip this costume open then.”

“No! No! Loid, stop! You’ll ruin the dress!”

“You mean you’re wearing another costume inside that?!” he bewilderedly asked.

“I’m supposed to transform into a princess,” she whispered back and struggled even harder. Loid noticed how Yor started to sweat even more and breath heavily.

Unfortunately, the smoke cleared out before Yor managed to shed the dugong costume, and she can only cringed at her failure. She then mouthed her apology to Anya.

Fortunately, the kid immediately thought of an improvised line, and shouted to the audience, “And thus, The Pirate Captain got her most valuable treasure: a family! The Prince as the Father, The Dugong Princess as the Mother, and the Genie as her best friend. They all live happily ever after!”

“Wait, now I’m the prince?? What kind of scenario is this?!” Loid facepalmed.

The audience aaaw-ed and gave them big applause.

All four of them bowed and the curtain closed.

They started to walk out of the stage, when Loid noticed Yor swayed and staggered. He reflexively steadied her.

“Sorry, I suddenly feel a bit dizzy….” she smiled sheepishly.

He frowned and in one swift motion carried his wife bridal style.

“Lo-...Loid!! Put me down!”

“I’m getting you out of this stupid costume right away, or you’re going to get a heat stroke!”

“Carry me too, Mr. Forger!”

“Becky!!”

Loid could only roll his eyes at the antics of these ladies, and hope that at least after enduring all this trouble and embarrassment, Anya would get the Stela Star.

Unfortunately for him, there were no promises of stella stars to begin with. It was just a rumour among the students.

But being able to perform with all of her family and BFF made Anya really happy.

So that one achievement was enough for him.

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Ah… what parents would do for their children's happiness… at the end Anya was right. The most precious treasure IS family. But seriously, what did I just write? I have no idea. Just thrown in pure random things XD

Hope you enjoyed it though ^^

#spy x family #sxf #sxf fics #loid forger #anya forger #becky blackbell #yor forger #twiyor #slice of life #pirate AU #AUpril #comedy

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biribirichan1 · 4 years ago

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Dance with me

Authors note: So I’ve been listening to too much dance music, and this fic was born out of that. I think it’d be really cute if Ichigo took Rukia dancing <3

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Kubo.

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“Yo, Ichigo!”

Ichigo looked back from his desk to see the raven haired shinigami crouched on his windowsill.

“Rukiaaa!” His face broke into a smile. “You’re here a day early.”

He’d long stopped asking her why she never bothered using the door instead of his window, now that his entire family knew about her. Rukia stepped on his bed and sat down, grinning from ear to ear. “Ha ha, surprised fool? I did double time, and finished all my paper work ahead of schedule, just for you. You’d better be gratefu- wait, why are you dressed so fancy?” “There’s a graduation party tonight at Keigo’s house since his parents are away,” Ichigo explained, blushing a little. “Inoue and Tatsuki basically wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Rukia cringed internally. What a fool she was! Of course, Ichigo had plans. What 18 year old wouldn’t on their graduation night? Trying hard not to let her disappointment show, Rukia pulled out the latest manga volume she had from her uniform and said, “Good thing I’m always prepared! I’ll have a nice evening catching up to this while you party, hehe.” She grinned for extra emphasis on her happiness. “Whatchu talking about, baka?” Ichigo exclaimed. “Now that you’re here, you’re obviously coming with me. Chad and Ishida will be there too.” Peeking his head out of his room, Ichigo yelled, “Yuzuuu, can you give me a hand here, please?”

“Ichigo, I don’t have any clothes for the party! Besides, you know I don’t like crowds - I’d much rather read this manga.” Rukia spluttered. Yuzu came in at that moment asking, “What’s up Ichi-nii?” “Perfect timing, Yuzu - I want to take Rukia to the part -”

“EEEEH! Karin!! Rukia-ne is here!” Yuzu jumped on the shinigami. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming earlier, Rukia ne? I’d have made your favourite snacks!”

Turning her head to her brother, she asked, “Ichi-ni, are you taking her to the party? I can dress her up!”

“Thanks Yuzu.” Ichigo flashed his sister a grin. Ah, she makes him so happy, Yuzu thought with a sigh. “Come with me, Rukia-ne, I’ll make you the star of the party.” “Ichiiiigo, don’t make me do this,” Rukia pleaded. The last thing she wanted was to keep Ichigo from having a normal high school night with his friends. She made one last attempt. “What about my manga?” Rukia asked.

“What about it?” Ichigo smirked. “Rukia, that volume came out a week ago. Do you mean to tell me that you haven’t read it yet? Excuses!” He took the manga out of her hand just as Yuzu dragged her out of Ichigo’s room into her own, yelling for Karin to come help her. ... The music blared in Rukia’s ears as she stepped out of the dance floor, feeling awkward. She clearly didn’t fit here - a hundred and fifty year old shinigami in the midst of all these teenagers, shining with their youth and life in front of them. Even Yuzu’s fashion magic couldn’t change that fact. Tugging at her sequined dress and wishing it covered more of her, she sighed and sipped on her drink. The coolness of it soothed her. Why were drinks in the human world so delicious? What was it that Ichigo called this drink again - it was named after a fighting move. Fruit tackle? Fruit kick? No, that wasn’t it. It’d come to her - if it wasn’t for her pounding headache. She definitely needed some air. She looked out to the dance floor, she saw Ichigo dancing with Inoue, Tatsuki and Ishida. She blushed at how attractive he looked in his party wear. Inoue too looked gorgeous, her hair swaying with the music, and her blue dress perfectly matching the flower pins in her hair. “This is how it should be,” she said softly, willing for her aching heart to accept reality.

Rukia had died so young that she never really pondered on what it meant to be alive. She loved the sense of purpose her shinigami duties gave her and had worked hard to go up the ranks. She knew Soul Society was where she belonged. But at moments like this, when she saw Ichigo’s youth and vitality up close, she couldn’t help but wonder what it meant to be alive. What would have happened if she was just an ordinary girl who met Ichigo at school? Would they still be as close? Would they have fallen in love perhaps – and dated like an ordinary couple? Gone to the movies, gone to parties like this one and danced together?

“Rukia, there’s no point in thinking like that,” she chided herself softly. “I’m a Kuchiki, and Kuchikis don’t act like a shoujo manga heroines. What I need is some air.” Looking over at Ichigo and satisfying herself that he was too busy to notice her slipping away, she made her way out to get some air.

...

Stepping out into Keigo’s garden, she breathed in the cold air into her lungs. Ahhh! Much better, she thought. Being an ice elemental type definitely had its advantages – the cold was never a bother. “Yo. Mind if I join?” Rukia whirled around, “Ichigo! How’d you know I came out?” “Hm? Felt your reiatsu go farther away from me.” Ichigo replied as if it should have been obvious.

Rukia laughed. “Who are you fooling, baka? You suck at detecting reiatsu.”

“Not yours, Rukia.” Ichigo said smiling.

Rukia felt herself melting in his smile. Shaking her head out of the trance, she switched topics - “You’re in a good mood, today!”

“Course I am. Finally graduating high school, my friends are all here, you’re here. Why wouldn’t I be in a good mood?” Ichigo shrugged.

“The real question here is - why are you unhappy? You’ve been sighing non-stop. Something up in Soul Society?” He looked at her questioningly, worry etched in his eyes. Rukia looked up at Ichigo and considered lying. Tonight of all nights, she didn’t want to take away from his happiness. There were always things happening in Soul Society that were downright worrying, so she was sure she could make something up. But she also wondered if she’d be able to get away with it. Part of her knew she couldn’t lie convincingly to Ichigo. She’d be caught - just like with the manga. He simply knew her. Inside and out. Sighing, Rukia said softly, “I don’t belong in your world, Ichigo.”

She saw Ichigo looking at her incredulously, about to counter, so she held up her hand in defence and continued. “I don’t know any of the songs that are playing, I can’t dance, I don’t even know what this stupid fruit-kick drink is called!” “You mean - fruit punch?”

Rukia stilled. Somehow that hurt. Even after he had taught her a funny way to remember something from his world, she still couldn’t fit in. “Yeah. I meant fruit punch.” She looked down, feeling tears stinging her eyes.

“Rukia, listen.” In what she thought was an uncharacteristically affectionate move from him, he took her hands in his, and asked, “What’s your favourite move with Shirayaku?”

“With Shirayaki? What’s that got to do with anything?” Rukia protested. “Just answer the question, baka.”

Rukia thought for a moment. “Probably the first dance: Tsukishiro.” “Why?” Ichigo pressed.

“Why?” Rukia had never thought of that before. “It just feels right. Like breathing. As if I was born to do it.” “Ah - so the person who was born to dance is upset that she can’t dance?” Ichigo teased.

Realizing she’d been played, Rukia hit him on the chest. “You know that’s not I mean.” “Of course I know that’s not you mean! My point is you can dance. Beautifully too. Isn’t your zanpaktou called the most beautiful in Soul Society?” He took her hands and wrapped it around his neck, and then took his own and put it on her waist. “And this sort of dancing that you say you can’t do? This is easy to learn.”

Ichigo laughed. His carefree laugh that she loved so much.

“Here, Rukia - move your feet a little. There you go. One, two, three -” he swirled around with her with an easy grace. “See that’s not so hard, right?”

Rukia had to smile. “Fine, fine… I’ll let you win this time. This dance is not so hard.”

Ichigo laughed again. “You know all this high school dancing is really just an excuse to be close to the person you fancy.” He pulled her closer, still swaying to the distant sound of the music from the party inside.

“Ichiiigo, what are you doing?! You’re too close. Too close!” muttered a red face Rukia.

Grinning, Ichigo replied, “Thought you wanted to learn how to be a part of this world, chibi. I’m just showing you what high school kids do.” He swirled her out, and pulled her close again, feeling like he had the world in his hand.

“Ne Rukia, you want to know a secret?”

“Hm,” Rukia said distractedly, concentrating more on her footwork than on Ichigo, trying not to trip.

“You know how you said you don’t belong in this world?”

Rukia stopped and looked at Ichigo, her heart thundering in her ears. Please don’t say it, she begged silently. She knew she didn’t fit. But today of all days, she didn’t think her heart could take it if Ichigo confirmed it.

“What’s with that look, baka?” Ichigo pulled her even closer. “You’re so dense sometimes, you know! You don’t have to belong in this world, chibi.”

Lifting her face, he looked straight into those beautiful violet eyes and whispered, “You are my world, Rukia.”

...

Ishida watched his two friends dancing in the moonlight.

“Think he’s ready to tell her how he feels?” Chad stepped in beside his friend.

Ishida smiled. “Chad, I think he’s been ready since the day he stormed across two worlds to save her. Scratch that, I think he’s loved Rukia from the very first day she came into his life.”

Chad grinned. “Sounds like Ichigo, alright.”

A loud gasp made them both turn around.

“That Ichigo - when did he become so comfortable flirting with Rukia chan?” Keigo wailed.

Ishida and Chad both laughed. Chad patted Keigo’s back and said, “Let’s get you a drink, buddy. I think the Rukia ship sailed away from you a long time ago. But you know there are always other girls out there.”

...

Hope you liked it!

#ichiruki #ichiruki fanfic #dancewithshirayuki #bleach #rukia #ichigo

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sagiow · 5 years ago

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We run a very tight ship - Chapter 4

kickass awesome moodboard courtesy of @jomiddlemarch

Read the first three chapters here or on AO3

“Welcome aboard, Miss Green. Ready to set sail for the grandest of voyages?”

Emma smiled tightly, forcing her eyes to follow her lips, and knowing they failed. Instead, she averted them, hiding their escape behind a wholly unnecessary adjustment of her glasses. She stood between the First Mate and the chaplain in the haie d’honneur greeting her family aboard the most luxurious ship of their fleet, in the most breathtaking of atriums, by the grandest of staircases - so the heavy-handed brochure said. Captain Summers bowed low to the young lady, and lower to her mother beside her.

“Captain Summers,” she offered her hand daintily, never more the great lady then among her grossly underpaid staff. “I trust everything has been arranged as instructed?”

“To the letter, Mrs. Green. Your guests have been given all the best cabins, the most prestigious reserved, of course, for the bridal party. I must say, your daughter has truly outdone herself with the decoration and planning. Alexandria Line’s future is bright indeed,” he enthused, to Emma’s inner cringing. Dial it down, dude.

“Well she better has!” snapped the bride-to-be. “My wedding is the event of the year in this town and probably all of Virginia: it has to be absolutely perfect in every way. A question of Green family pride, which I’m sure she has very close to heart,” she added sweetly, as a cat offering a cleanly killed prey to its owner, and Emma braced for her to start eating the head. “After all, it’s probably the only Green wedding she’ll ever have the chance of organizing.” Crunch, there it is.

Ignoring her gift, Emma distributed programs to the guests, the embossed letters popping elegantly from the cotton cardstock. “We will let y’all settle in and hope you join the Captain tonight at eight for a welcome dinner,” she explained, her voice pleasant and professional, just greeting regular guests onboard as she did twice a month, every month of the year, year after year since her very first summer job as a stewardess; despite her mother's protests, Papa Green knew the value of learning the ropes from the very first rung up. “Do spend tomorrow getting acquainted with our wonderful Empress Queen and her numerous amenities; I personally recommend our luxurious spa and state-of-the-art virtual golf course. The rehearsal will be held on Tuesday, giving us Wednesday for any and all last-minute adjustments, and we’ll have the ceremony on Thursday. Reverend Hopkins is our onboard chaplain, and will be performing the service.”

On cue, the tall man next to her stepped forward, his hands clasped piously before him, visibly not as comfortable with discomfort as she was. “It’s a great honor to be marrying you, Miss Green,” he said, but cut himself short. Oh no, you beautiful doofus.

“You'll be what now, Reverend?” exclaimed the groom-to-be, his arm wrapping around Alice’s waist possessively. “Maybe buy me a drink or two before you marry my fiancée?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stringfellow,” the chaplain stammered. “I misspoke. I meant-”

“Oh, lighten up, buddy. I’m just fuc- sorry, screwing with ya. Just don’t misspeak – or stutter, ugh- during the actual wedding, will ya?”

God, please do, she prayed intently, while Frank turned his devilish dark eyes to her.“Hey, Soon-to-be-Sis, you better have stocked up on that premium bourbon I asked for, and left a case in the Honeymoon Suite. Which, as I also specifically requested, now better have mirrors on the ceiling and a heart-shaped hot tub."

"Oh Frank, no!” gasped Alice, shoving him away forcefully. “I insisted on 1896 Paris Art Nouveau, not 1986 Niagara Falls By-the-Hour Motel!”

“Just fucking with you, babe,” he replied with a slap to her ass. Always the gentleman, Frank. “No, seriously though, Em, one major problem with that that fancy schedule of yours: when the hell’s the bachelor party?”

“The bachelor party’s anytime we’re not in her fancy schedule, Bro!” shouted a man descending the stairs. He was not clad in the cruise line’s signature green and white uniform, but in the most garish Hawaiian shirt and ostentatious sunglasses Emma had ever seen, as did the rest of the group of young men behind him. This time, she did not bother to hold her irritated sigh.

“Jimmy my boy! I knew there’d be no better best man for me! Finally, some good fuckin’ plannin’!” The two men embraced, slapping each other vigorously on the back. “You,” Frank then pointed to a helpless steward. “Take my stuff to my room, she’ll tell you which. And you,” he added with another clap to Jimmy’s chest. “Take me to the booze.” And without as much as a goodbye to their families, they stormed off across the atrium, a frat boy riot of jeers, shouts and high fives.

Slowly, Emma returned her attention to her overly merry mother, her smug sister, the clueless captain and the confused churchman. “Well, boys will be boys,” dismissed the matriarch, to relieved chuckles all around. “But they are right. There is so much to celebrate! Young love, and such a brilliant match! Alexandria Line and Stringfellow Sails coming together, what a dream! Come, dear, let’s get you settled in.”

With a gracious gesture, she motioned for the remainder of the bridal party to follow them and she closed the parade with a touch to Emma’s arm. “Do come by shortly, darling, I want to review the menu for tonight,” she said. “I do hope you’ve given our family’s famous desert its rightful place of honor.” That ancient apple nightmare? Yeah, rightfully in the trash, Mother, but she only agreed meekly.

The families gone, the crew followed suit with visible relief, until Emma was left with the silent reverend, who shuffled his feet, perhaps regretting not having managed to vanish along with the rest.

“Uh... my congratulations.” He somehow made it sound like both a question and an apology. “They seem... swell.”

She could only do what she was taught best to do in such cases: smile and nod. And scream internally so loudly that each and every one of her cells shook.

“I can hear that,” he said, startling her. How the fuck- “The hamsters spinning, in your head. Something’s bothering you. Anything I can do to help?”

She looked at him, at the kind concern she’d seen so many times offered to the crew members on their long voyages away from friends and family, now focused solely upon her, and it was both wonderful and terrifying at once. She tucked an imaginary loose wisp of hair back into her bun and shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just the pressure of planning this event. It’s different when it’s... personal." Like your harpy of a baby sister marrying your jackass of a high school sweetheart.

“I can imagine. Tall order you’ve got there. What was it, 1896 Art Deco?”

“Art Nouveau,” she corrected. “She’d have decapitated you for that mistake. Actually, no, that’s too swift and painless. Eviscerated’s more like it. With a blunt butter knife. Or her bare hands, if she hadn't just gotten her nails done.”

“Lovely. I see why the hamsters scamper thus; you’ve let the viper into their cage. You need a mongoose to chase it off: I might have just the thing.”

Curious, she let him continue, cradling the leftover programs against her chest to muffle the embarrassingly loud drumming that emanated from it. “I have to cover for José at the jazz bar tonight, you should come by. I’ll make you the special drink I concocted for the occasion: the Blushing Bride. Now I see the name’s totally wrong. And the formula, too; I think it’ll need less subtlety and a lot more bitterness. Will you please help me?” he asked, leaning closer, with that somewhat shy smile of his that just begged to be kissed.

Instead, she pushed her glasses up her nose from the half-millimeter they had slid down, and felt in horror her body do that weird half-shrug, half-nod shuffle that it thought conveyed casual nonchalance. Real smooth, nerd. “If I’m released on time from that sure-to-be-extensive menu review... sure.”

“I’ll have you paged urgently at ten, something about the swan that’s being fattened for the wedding dinner,” he winked. “Or the peacocks they probably requested to act as ringbearers or footrests. Ha, Peacocks... that should be our safeword – uh, shit, no, uh... I meant code word. Code!” Oh no. He’s even more beautiful when he blushes.

Oh shit. He said safeword... as in sex. Kinky sex. With him.

Oh fuck. Now I’m blushing too. And my palms are sweaty. That’s gonna stain the paper. And leave marks. That he can probably see. Nooooo.

“I’ll... let you get to it, then,” he stammered again, backing away before waving awkwardly and turning to sprint. Don’t look at his ass, don’t look at.... oh fuck me, I'm staring at a pastor’s ass. I’m going to Hell. I’m getting brutally murdered by my family first and going straight to Hell afterwards.

I just have to find a way to stop the world’s worst wedding first, and have less than five days to do so, and a beautiful chaplain-cum-bartender that’s familiar with safewords to not fuck along the way.

I'm so unbelievably screwed.

#mercy street #mercy street pbs #emma green #Henry Hopkins #emmry #we run a very tight ship #cruise ship AU #the mayhem continues

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mydaydreams · 6 years ago

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Glass Walls

Tony Stark

Warning:filthy lemon, ignoring infinity war, oh and alsoi love Pepper Pots so fucking much but tbh i made her a huge bitch in this.

Sum: Pepper is jealous of Tony and y/n's new relationship and y/n knows it. Its clear she wants Tony back. Y/n goes out of her way to make sure Pepper knows that ship has sailed.

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I walked up a flight of stairs an overnight bag slung over my shoulder and a pile of file folders in my arms. Tony had left them at my apartment over a week ago and i was only just now returning them. We hadn't been staying at my place much lately so i had finally gone home to get them. Tony did however tell me to pack a bag while I was there so I could come back and stay. I wondered when he would cave and have me move in but the relationship was still fairly new so i didnt want to rush things.

I sighed as i made my way to Tony's office and spotted the annoyingly familiar blonde hair through the glass door. Tony nowhere in sight.

I awkwardly pulled the door open offering her a nod and small smile in 'hello'. She rolled her eyes at me.

"You couldnt have gotten him to work on time?" She asked with a hint of bitch in her voice.

"Im his girlfriend not his alarm clock and I stayed at my place last night im not sure where he is." I said walking behind his desk and slinging my overnight bag over his desk chair and setting the files on his desk. Her eyes widened as she got a look at the files.

"You have had these files this whole time?" She gasped snatching them from the desk. She huffed and paced out of the room not waiting for my sarcastic reply.

Pepper had never liked me. I think it was mostly because I'm much younder than she is. She thinks shes been replaced with a youner module. Acting like i was just like one of Tony's cars or something.

It was clear and had been clear that she wants him back. Lingering looks here inappropriate touch there. It was really starting to piss me off. Plus i knew for a fact she was only in here early so she could hop up on top of Tony's desk and cross her legs while he worked.

I was sure she never did that when they were together. She had only started doing it when i did it.

The little copier. It was starting to get annoyingly childish. It started making me feel childish. Ever since i walked in on her sitting on his desk in front of him while she fixed his tie I have had this desier to out do her.

I sighed and flopped down on the couch in his office.

"Hey doll how'd you sleep?" Tony asked his voice groggy and his eyes blood shot.

I snorted at the nickname. Ever since he made up with his little boyfriend Steve hes really hitting the lingo.

" not as bad as you did it looks like. How many hours did you...?" He lifted his fingers '3'. I frowned and stood up reaching for him. He didnt really sleep well without her.

"Well you have been working none stop lately. Why don't you come back to the room with me and nap for a bit?" I said melting my body into his letting his warmth wrap around me. I took a deep breath of him and reached my arms around his neck.

"Can't, pepper has a list a mile long of shit for today." He said digging his head into my neck. I hummed softly but our moment was cut short.

"Starting now, you're late Tony!" Pepper voiced from the door. I cringed at the sound of her voice and seperated from Tony.

Tony sighed loudly and looked down at me.

"Head to the room and I'll be there in a few hours." He said handing me the nightbag from his chair. I smiled at him and pecked his lips before making my way to the door.

"Dont count on it." Pepper said under her breath but i could totally hear the bitch. I rolled my eyes and stepped out heading to the room and to fucking bed.

Not but 20 minutes later I felt large warm hands run my shirt up my back. Tony gently stroked the skin of tge small of my back with his fingers. I hummed. "I thought i had to share you today." I said turning my head so i could look at him. "Oh baby you dont have to share me with anyone." He said his voice still groggy from exhaustion. "Oh i love it when you talk to me like that..." I said straining my neck up to kiss him.

He sighed pleasantly into my lips as if he had been waiting all day for this, though we had kissed not but maybe 30 minutes ago. His body fell limp leaning against hers as they kissed. She pulled away from him.

"As much as i love hot sleepy sex Tony, I think you could really use some sleep." I said rolling him onto his back. He sighed heavily and his eyes closed the second I had turned him. I shook my head down at him and smiled.

" i love you so much you stupid sleepy man" I said kissing all over his face for a minute before shimmying down the bed to pull off his pants. He let out a struggeled chuckle as i pulled them down his legs.

" thought you said I should sleep." He said his eyes still closed but a new smirk playing on his lips.

"You are...we are going to sleep but i know for a fact you have had these clothes on for more than 20 hours so I'm gonna get them off of you." I said with a laugh.

"Only if i can get yours off of you." He flirted making me giggle and blush hotly. He leaned up slightly only to flop back down.

" i dont think you have the energy for that iron man." I said pulling the covers up both our legs and sinking into his side. He pouted

" at least take your top off for me? You know i cant sleep if i dont get atleast one peak at the girls" he said referring to my 'rockin tits' tony calls them.

" here i thought you just needed to be graced by my presence to have a good slumber." I said laying back. He turned over onto his stomach and leaned up on his elbows to look me in the eye.

" nope, its always been those rockin tits doll!" He said using one hand to catch the seem at the bottom of my shirt.

" just a peak." He lied as he pulled the shirt completely off and threw it on the ground. I laughed loudly as he began motorboating the my girls. I let out a happy girlish giggle/scream as he had his fun.

" Tony Starrrk!!!" I Scolded swatting at his sides as he took tight grips of each of my beasts and smushed them against his cheeks.

" never had a girl with tits as perfect as yours. Never had a girl with such a banggin body" he said as he starting kissing. This made me laugh he never talked like this. And i know he uses the work rockin offten while describing my body but i havr never heard the word banggin before.

" no i know your sleep happy." I said kissing his lips and making him lay down flat with my head on his chest.

"No sex?" He asked still in his sleep deprived state.

" the faster you fall asleep the faster i wake you up with my lips wrapped around your Co..." I didnt get to finish the sentence before i heard him snoring. I laughed a little thinking he was making a joke but when i looked up to kiss him he was actually forreal dead ass asleep. I just smiled and pecked his lips.

It had maybe been 3 hours when the shrill voice woke me.

"Tony it is well past 2 pm, you have missed 2 meetings and i have the board of directors on the phone waiting for your approval on...." She stopped talking wjen she saw me sitting up in his bed topless my gaping breast practically waving at her. I screamed and flopped back down on the bed pulling the covers over me. My reality brain finally catching up with my sleepy brain. What the fuck is she doing with a fucking key?

"Pepper what the hell are you doing in here?" Tony asked harshly as I hid under the covers into his side.

" what the hell am i doing? What the he'll are you doing? Fucking the staff in your place of work during office hours." She said raising her voice. I pocked my head out.

What the actual fuck? And who the actual fuck does she think she is.

First of....why the fuck does she have a key, why the fuck does she think its okay to just barge in to her bosses quarters while he's trying to sleep. And most importantly why the fuck does she have a key? Has she had it this whole fucking time? Had she never givin it back to tony when they split almost 2 years ago.

The shocked look that was plastered on iron mans face was a face only pepper fucking pots could bring out of him.

"Pepper what the fuck are you doing?" He said repeating himself unable to even comprehend her shots at him about fucking y/n while in his own fucking home.

"Tony, you and i have work to do but instead of maning up and doing your job you come back up to your little fuck toy. This is starting to get rediculos Tony! Your slacking at work, falling asleep on the job and not to mention...." She took a long dramatic pause before turning to me for a short second. "Your Little fuck toys should not be handling classified work files much less letting them take the files home with them to screw up." She finished sticking her bony little finger out to point at me.

"You know those files were missing for 2 weeks. We had a team searching for those documents Tony." She bitched as tony just looked at her like she was the insane.

"Pepper what the fuck?" He asked again rubbing his eyes.

"Peper what the fuck pepper what the Fuck... Stop pepper what the fucking me. You know what im talking about. Your new relationship with her has interrupted your work for the last time tony this is completely unprofessional and insanely inappropriate." She said her hands on her hips and her foot tapping on the ground over and over in frustration.

I wanted to just grab Tony's blaster gun and just shoot her. Who the fuck does she think she is?

" Pepper, y/n is not a fuck toy! Shes my girlfriend. The next time you refer to her you will call her "Tony's girlfriend" or you will call her by her fucking name. And if you really think my job performance is suffering, check what the fuck i was doing all night that left me this sleep deprived and exhausted. Was in my lab all fucking nigjt working on some tech for bruce and you would fucking know that if you went to the debriefing this morning instead of trying to beat my girlfriend to my office just to fucking bug her. You think y/n's and i's relationship is Inappropriate? You are the one that just broke into your bosses home and bedrrom just to tell him to get up for work. News flash pep just cuz i made you CEO dose not mean you are the fucking boss. Get the fuck out of y/n and i's room I'll be in work when im good and fucking ready!" He yelled his voice harsh and rough. His tone made me flinch but the fact that the tone of voice isnt directed at me made me smirk.

Pepper's mouth hung open her face was red from what i can only assume is embarrassment. She finally caught herself after about 45 seconds of complete and uter silence and she turned and walked towards the door.

" and Pepper i dont know where the fuck you got the key to our room but you can leave it at the house keeping counter. Im instructing friday to never let you back into this room under any circumstances ms.pots. and your on thin fucking ice pots, walking in on my girlfriend naked and i trying to sleep. You are lucky you didnt just lose your job. Leave!" He said sternly his face hot with anger and his hands gripping hard against the sheets.

Once pepper finally left Tony's room he turned to look down at me.

"Darling I am so sorry. I didnt kniw she could get in here. Im so sorry she saw your..." He didnt finish i just shook my head. After all its not the first chick to see my tits and its not like she dosent have the same parts....well my parts may be a bit bigger and better than hers but that nore here nore there.

" its fine baby its just fine. You dont have to apologize for anything after what you just did." I said scooting closer to him from where they had sepreated in the dramatic moment.

I couldnt believe he had said all of that. Tony and i have been together for over a year but with his ex still working right under him it has been a bit of a struggle. Tony had always been good at standing up for others especially his girl. And pepper had been pushing it for weeks. He thinks he knows why pepper is only just know acting out about their relationship. She finally gets that its becoming serious. After just one year his relationship with y/n was stronger, better, and, more serious than tony and peppers ever were. And tony and pepper had multiple years together under their belts yet after just one year of being with some yoinger ethnic girl tony wants to take her to see the world and their planing trips and sending out fucking christmas cards. It had made Pepper's blood boil so she would continue to try and undermine anything y/n was trying to do in front of tony. Every time she would try and make a cute joke or tell a funny story pepper would try and ruin it or just interrupt y/n in the middle of her stories to start on of her own that no one wanted her to begin.

The other avengers caught on to this quickly too. After meeting me, one by one they all had their own issues and opinions on tonys new gf. Of course thats a given they were all so close and then i come in all new and young and not knowing anything. After a while everyone was eventually okay with my existence all but pepper of course. When they would interrupt most of the team would end up finding their way back to me to find out the rest of my stories. They could all tell Pepper had issues and wasnt over tony she wasnt exactly being suddle but...tony tony just completely shut her the fuck down. And plus that...he called it our room not just his. Then he called her ms.pots instead of pepper in the end completely changing their friendship status to im not even gonna call you by your first name status. And that had to be worse than just a basic acquaintance.

Our room, I cant believe it.

" inappropriate! We're inappropriate? Please. I'll show her inappropriate!" He said making laugh

" its okay babe."I said reasuring him that im totally fine.

" no its not. Plus she ruined my nap time wake up blow job. If she wants to see inappropriate I'll take you to my office right now and fuck you in front of the team, the staff,god and everybody. I swear Thor will be able to hear your screams from fucking asgard." He teased but i took 100% serious.

I coughed nervously before saying " i mean...id be down for that." Tonys mouth grew into a wide smile before he rushed into action.

By now the regular staff of employees have already gone for the day and just the people who live in building and pepper are left. Pepper's desk is diagonal from his and smaller in space but it still shows that it is a person of authority.

Tony and I had been chatting in his office for a minute. Each of them stealing glances over at Pepper where she had her head stuck in some case files. For a second i thought maybe Tony was totally joking and we weren't about to fuck on his office desk and in a way i was right...he didnt fuck me on the desk.

He Sat and spinned on his chair for a minute before beckoning me to come and sit on his lap. He did this dangerously sexy thing where he spun in his chair and stopped to make eye contact then he would look down at his lap making my eyes follow his. His arms out on his legs. His hands pat his meaty thighs just begging me to take a seat on my thrown. It made me gulp

Shit we really were bouta do this?

He grabbed my hand as I got nearer to him. He looked up at me for a minute just staring into my eyes. It gave me a chance to really look at him. His eyes were no longer blood shot and his pale skin had finally changed back to its regular tan. He looked well rested, happy, content.

He let his other hand fall off his legs to reach out for mine. His finger tips traced up my thigh and under the skirt. He gace me a devilish look before his eyes slightly flicked to ms.pots desk. He smirked again as he saw she was in fact watching his every move. He let his hand grip onto my thigh to lift it up in the air and over his lap. This quick movement starteled me, i grabbed a hold of his shoulder for leverage as he yanked my other leg up and onto him as well so he had me successfully straddlling his waist.

He hummed into my chest for a minute before kissing his way up my neck. My body instantly relaxed against him as he started up his trail to my lips. He hadnt had sex in what...40 hours. 50? God it was like a life time.

His hands struggling to grade and massage at everything he could get a hold of. He almost regreted making her put clothes back on and leave the bedroom in the first place. He alreay had her in nothing but a thong on his bed. But of course he had to follow his public place kink....but hey...im not complaining.

My peripherals caught site of Peper crumpling up pieces of paper on her desk. They were actually making her scwerm. Good the bitch deserves it.

And with that thought, i pulled my top off slowly making sure to thro the shirt into the glass whwre peper was looking in from where she sat at her desk. Tonys windows were fairly tented higher than any other office in the building so they werent 100% visible but if you squint it's not hard to see.

I pressed my tits into Tony's face for the second time that day and he let out an almost childlike laugh causing me to blush hard. Tony pulled his shirt over his head finally letting my hands run down his firm chest. I leaned down to kiss at all this new skin he was showing.

His hands moved to hike my leg up and over one of the arm rests of the chair so he could get his hand under me.

"Mmm look how wet you are." He moaned his eyes closing as his fingers spread my lips open for a second before dipping his pointer into my juices only to slush it around. My body was already twitching And ready for him to touch.

" so smooth, you're so perfect for me baby" he said slipping two fingers into me. I gasped out and wrapped my arms around his neck and took a tight grip on his hair. His beefy fingers plunged into me, stretching me out and making me hot.

"Tony" I whined at him trying to buck my hips into his hand. He chuckeled at me as his fingers slowly started moving in and out of me. I grinded up agaisnt his palm as his fingers curlled and hit the not inside me.

I threw my head back as his handsl moved faster his fingers hitting the right spot over and over.

" Fuck fuck Tony" I moaned trying to hump down on him. His other hand snaked up to pinch my clit ever so lightly and he knew he had me. My walls qlenched around his fingers and he continued to curl them up into me making me moan loudly each time.

"Your gonna cum y/n. Then I'm going to make you sink down on top of me. You're wrap that tight pussy around my cock and I'm gonna fuck you up against this glass wall. How does that sound baby?" He asked looking up at me. My mouth hung wide open as his words and i could feel my slick dripping from me and into his waiting hands.

"Mhmmm yes. Please Sir Yes!" I said my voice high pitched. He groaned loudly before i felt his hand withdraw and move to shove his pants down his legs and off. I took that chance to free him from him boxers and stroke up his length. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment only to grip both of my hips.

I knew he was ready so i lined him up and he all but shoved me down. He filled me quickly making me scream his name but only for a moment before he already had them moving.

The tight grip he had on her thighs left her room for no control over her own hips. They were going at his pace and it was agonizingly slow but felt to amazing to tell him to move faster.

"God your so fucking tight around me." He moaned his head falling off the back of the chair. His eyes rolling back a bit. I took that chance to start pushing down on him a little faster. The tip of his dick finally deep enough to bump my cervix. God his dick is so long...thick....ughh how can i have it inside me and want it in my mouth all at the same time.

"Fuck you feel so good!"he said his eyes opening to watch my breasts bounce up and down for him. He humps up inside my making me gasp out a loud throaty moan. I moved my hips harder to grind into him. That move obly made me twitch hard and cum all over his lap and down his dick. My body shook above him in a hot orgasm but Tony wouldnt stop. Bucked up into me fucking me upward making all my cum and slick splash down on his thighs. The grip i had on his hair tightened as he pumped is load deep into me. He let out a loud moan of my name before letting my body fall slack against him almost locking his cum in place inside me.

We sat there for a minute trying to catch our breath. Pepper completely forgotten. I thought maybe he was bluffing earlier and we were done fucking in his office for fun but after aminute he starts nibbling my ear lobe before saying

"Stand up and put both your hands on the glass."

My eyes shot open to look at him. Was he serious? The only thing pepper could really see right now was my bare back and i thought that may be enough but tony Bucky his hips not just penetrating but pushing me up too.

I hoped off of him and turned away from him. Doing as he told, I raised my hands up and leaned against the glass.

Tony was sex laughing joyfully as he stood up behind me. He kicked my ankles apart and ran his hands down my back.

"Sometimes i wish i would have fucked you like this in the tower. That way everyone in the city would see iron man fucking whats his."

His breath tickeled my neck as he spoke. It made me shiver as his chest pressed agaisnt my back. His hands slid up my sides and around my front to squeeze my breasts.

" still cant believe these are real"

He whispered as he started kissing from my ear to my shoulder.

"Tony please!" I said begging unable to take any more of his torture.

" you know what i want to here." He said his hand moving down to my sex. He gently slapped my sex making me gasp and flinch.

"Please fuck me with your Iron, Iron Man!" I bagged turning my head to look at him and biting my lip. He took that moment to push my body fully against the glass. My body shivering from the cold of the glass against my skin.

He kissed my lips before pushing inside me. My head fell back against his chest and I let out a loud moan of his name.

He hummed from behind me as his hips thunked into my back side.

The sound of our sweaty hot skin slapping together echoed through the rooms the only other sound were my erratic breaths and moans.

His pace quickened sending tingeles through my body as he rocked me into the glass.

" fuck fuck yes Fuck!" He had me chanting as his poundings god harder, my moaned getting louder. I reached up on the glass trying to grab fro someyhing only to just hit my fists against hit twice as my walls clinched around him.

" Tonnnn...yyy" i screached as my cum gushed around him.

" fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum." He said lifting his hand up to grabe my face so i was looking at him again. He kissed me and Basically sucked my tongue into his mouth making it wrestle with his as his cum spread throughout my insides. He bit down on my lip before pulling away to look at me.

" that may have been the hottest thing we ever done." He said after catching his breath. He pulled out of me but kept me in his arms. He stept backward 2 steps and all but fell into his desk chair with me on his lap. He sighed and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I smiled down at him and kissed at the hairs on his chest where my head laid.

" not even the time in the elevator?" I asked playfully. He smirked but didnt open his eyes.

"Nope."

" or the time in loki's old cell."

"Nope."

"Not even the time when..." He stopped me finally looking at me.

"Maybe the time in asgard on thor's thrown." He said making me laugh.

"I still cant believe he dosent know. I mean its not like we cleaned up after." I said giggling. Tony laughed loudly for a moment his eyes sparkeling.

" I thought you said you had." My mouth dropped open at his words. I bit my lip in an almost funny embarrassment feeling.

"Oh... Well i mean you hadnt asked me to." I said only making him laugh harder and longer. He wiped his eyes in his hysterics and slapped at the knee i wasnt propped up on.

After a few minutes of loving, naked, silence he looked down at me his happy face was now replaced with a look of guilt.

"I'm really sorry about Pepp...oh shit.." He started before landing on her nam and remembering why they were in his office in the first place. Both his and my heads snapped to look at peppers desk. She was in fact no where to be seen. I started blushing hard before making eye contact with Tony again. He bit on his lip trying to hold back a smile. I broke first but we both burst out in loud huffs of laughter. His chest shaking hard. My head fell down on his chest as I shook my head in disbelief.

"We really did that." I said he laughed again.

"We really really did that." He said pulling my hair back to expose my neck to kiss me.

" and im about ready to do it again." I said moaning. He matched my pitch with a groan.

" God I love you!" He said I kissed him hotly and nibbled at his facial hair.

"Tony." I said softly

"I love you too!"

#marvel #marvel smut #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #smut #iron man #iron man smut #tony stark smut #tony stark #robert downey junior #robert downey jr #robert downey jr smut #avengers smut #avengers endgame #avengers infinity war #endgame #marvel endgame

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galactichen · 5 years ago

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serenade || kai

All that you are

Is all that I’ll ever need

— Ed Sheeran

Serenade No. 1

It’s an evening of fun and dancing beneath the moonlight, and Jongin is absolutely enthralled by the atmosphere of the clinking of goblets and the shrill laughter that echoes throughout the courtyard. He lives for the nights when his family hosts elaborate parties for nobles all around the continent to gather.

Tonight was no exception.

Tonight was a masquerade, an idea he had presented to his father himself. “What a brilliant suggestion!” The King of the Eastern Isles boasted, clapping his second youngest son on the back. The idea was immediately set into motion, and not a week had passed when all the preparations were complete.

Tonight, Jongin finds himself at the centre of the dance floor, a mask tied around his head. It’s a black mask with intricate gold markings and large black feathers attached to the left side of the mask. Jongin himself dons a matching black military jacket with two rows of gold buttons from his neck to his waist. A short navy blue cape hangs over his left shoulder, clasped together by a broach that bore the crest of his country. His black boots are polished to perfection and they’re pulled to his knees over his white trousers. A rather stunning look for the third prince, if he’d say so himself.

“A masquerade was an ingenious idea,” says a voice beside Jongin, pulling the young man out of his thoughts. Jongin turns his head just enough to identify the owner of the voice. Despite the mask over the man’s face, Jongin could easily tell it was one of his older brothers. Crown Prince Minseok, he was. The crown on his head was probably the giveaway. Minseok wore clothes similar to Jongin, only his mask lacked the massive feathers and his cape was lined with fur. “I’m surprised it took this long to execute one of our own.”

“Crown Prince,” Jongin greets, bowing down before his brother. Minseok scoffs and waves his hand nonchalantly, beckoning his younger brother to rise because really, there wasn’t any need to bow down before your own brother even if it was for courtesy reasons. Or because all the nobles around the continent were gathered in the same courtyard.

“You’re really going to just bow to me in the middle of the party and give away my entire identity?” Minseok rolls his eyes under the mask, but he sports his usual gummy grin that Jongin easily reciprocates. “Anyway, enjoying yourself, dear brother?”

“Oh, very much,” Jongin eagerly responds. He glances around, taking in the glow of the torches about the border of the courtyard, illuminating the area just enough to see but not too much that it was blinding. Noblemen and women alike mingle around the duo, carrying goblets of wine as they toast and cheer in celebration of what’s to come. And like Jongin, they all wore elaborate masks to cover their faces.

“I’m glad to hear,” Minseok says. The pair of brothers fall into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the party filling in between them like white noise.

“So,” Jongin finally begins, to which Minseok responds with a raised brow. “I’ve heard some rumours that the Crown Prince has been courting a young noble lady.”

Minseok only smiles. “So I’ve heard as well.”

“You’re not going to tell me anymore than that?” Jongin asks, his voice tinged with a whine. “I’m your brother, Minseok!”

"Oh, don't you worry little brother." Minseok chuckles and leans towards Jongin. "I'll tell you later, yeah?"

Jongin scoffs. "You'd better."

Then something seems to catch Minseok's eye and Jongin doesn't miss the way his older brother's eyes light up and his grin becomes a little wider.

"Now if you'll excuse me," Minseok says, not even sparing Jongin a glance before making his way towards whatever caught his eye, "I've got a lady to see myself."

Jongin chuckles and shakes his head to himself before turning around, but not before something—or rather, someone—collided with him.

Instinctively, Jongin reaches out and slips his arm around the person's waist, stopping them from slamming their head onto the cobblestone ground. Then when it finally registers in Jongin’s head that it’s, in fact, a lady he’s caught, his breath catches in his throat when he takes in her appearance.

Your floor-length gown is a stunner. Simple yet breathtaking. It's a deep red colour, complete with a sweetheart neckline and a bow on the left side of your chest. Your sleeves are frilled to match the frills of your skirt at the bottom, white peeking out beneath the red skirt to add a touch of innocence to the otherwise divine dress. Jongin feels his heart skip a beat when his gaze finally reaches your face, and although it's covered by a simple, white mask, he can already tell he's fallen farther than he's ever fallen in his life.

Ahem.

The sound of a throat-clearing jarred Jongin out of his thoughts and he hastily brings you back up and releases you, taking to wringing his hands in front of him instead.

"Thank you..." you say, and Jongin can't help but melt at the sound of your voice. Then it takes Jongin a moment before he realizes you’re waiting for him to introduce himself so you can properly thank him.

"Jongin," he blurts a little too eagerly for his taste. He cringes. Outwardly. Then he cringes again, this time inwardly. He bows a little, adding, "Third Prince Jongin of the Eastern Isles."

You beam at him and he breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Lord Prince. If it were not for you, then I would have found myself on the floor, writhing in pain. So, thank you."

Jongin grins easily. "Of course," he dips down into a bow again, offering a hand. You respond by slipping your own into his, and he brushed his lips against your knuckles.

The moment he releases your hand, you turn away and a surge of panic ripples through Jongin's chest.

"Wait!" He immediately reaches out and grasps your wrist in his, grinning like a love-struck teenage boy. "What is your name?"

You smile brightly, and Jongin literally feels himself swoon. "Queen of the Highlands."

X X X

It's a few month's time before Jongin finally gets the annual invitation he's been waiting for. Not that he's been waiting for it annually, but rather it's an invitation to an annual event. Your birthday, of course.

The Queen of the Highlands.

X X X

"You've never accompanied me before to any birthday parties," Minseok says during the carriage ride towards the Kingdom located within the Highlands. They had departed from their respective home a whole month before, traveling by ship to the mainland and then by carriage the rest of the way there. At last, it would only be another hour until their expected arrival. "So why the sudden interest?"

Jongin tries to shrug nonchalantly to mask his infatuation for the Queen. "I've found myself cooped up in my study every day for the past few months. I just thought a little bit of fresh air might help."

Minseok grins, and for a moment Jongin thinks Minseok has seen completely through his facade. But then he says, "I'm glad, Jongin." A genuine smile spreads across the Crown Prince’s face, and Jongin feels his heart grow warm with affection for his eldest brother. “You know, for being the only brother willing to accompany me to these things,” Minseok adds with a little chuckle.

Their exchange ends abruptly when the carriage comes to a stop and Minseok pushes open his door, Jongin following in suit. They both step out onto the cobblestone road before the humble abode of the Queen of the Highlands, and Jongin feels his heart rate increase at the thought of you.

Jongin takes a moment to take in the scenery around them. The Highlands was a mountainous country with mountain ranges stretching as far as the eye could see. It also offered tons of rolling hills, with the capital of the Highlands actually being situated on top of a hill.

Jongin exhales. He could get used to this view.

"Crown Prince!" calls out a voice Jongin may have accidentally grown a little too accustomed to, despite only hearing it a couple times back at the masquerade a few months prior. "I’m glad you could make it."

As Jongin appears on the other side of the carriage where the voice and his brother were, he catches sight of Minseok brushing his own lips against the Queen’s knuckles. A twinge of jealousy tugs at Jongin's heart, but it's gone as soon as he remembers that Minseok's heart has already been given to someone else. Minseok stands and steps aside, and Jongin feels butterflies in his stomach just looking at you.

You’re wearing a simple floor-length sky blue dress, the sweetheart neckline exposing a little bit of skin. A long, darker blue cape is fastened around your neck, held together by a brooch bearing the crest of your own kingdom. Your hair is pinned up, and Jongin swears he’s never seen another woman more beautiful than you.

"You must be the Third Prince.” You smile at Jongin as he approached. “I’m pleased you could make it this year.”

Jongin immediately drops down to one knee and accepts your hand in his own, pressing his lips against the back of your hand in greeting. "Lady Queen," Jongin echoes, rising and releasing your hand. "I am honoured to have been invited to such an event."

You laugh brightly. "I pray your trip here was pleasant?"

"As it is always, Lady Queen," Minseok answers. A couple servants that had accompanied you to receive the two men maneuver about the carriage, eventually ushering it away to the stables, leaving the three of you and the remaining servants to head into the castle on foot. “The seas were calm as we sailed across, and the travel here was scenic and undisturbed as it should be.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you say.

Suddenly a servant comes rushing out of the castle entrance as you approach. She glances around until she spots the Queen and scurries over, whispering something supposedly urgent into your ear.

“My apologies, men.” You turn to Jongin and Minseok with a little sheepish look. “It appears I have an urgent matter to attend to. I wish I could show you to your chambers where you will be staying, but it appears that I will have to leave you under the care of my servants.”

Jongin feels his heart sink a little at your words.

“Not a problem,” Minseok replies. “Being a ruler comes first, Lady Queen.”

“Shall I see the two of you for dinner tonight? The rest of the guests should be arriving sometime tomorrow.” You smile broadly, glancing between the two men.

“Of course, Lady Queen,” Jongin cuts in before Minseok could say anything, earning a surprised look from the older man for it was rather normal for the Third Prince to hang back and let his older brothers do all the talking. “It would be our pleasure.”

“Wonderful. I shall see you tonight, then.” And with a simple curtsey from you and a bow from the men, you walk through the doors first, leaving the men with the servants.

X X X

Jongin is exhausted, to say the least.

It’s the evening of the following day, and he’s ready to curl up into a ball and sleep for an eternity already, and the event he’s traveled all the way here for hasn’t even happened yet because it’s scheduled for the next day.

But he’s stuck here feeling out of place in a room full of guests who’ve come all the way to attend the Queen’s birthday party as well, and he can’t even retire to his chambers for the night because it’d be considered rude according to Minseok. The worst part is—he couldn’t seem to find you amidst the crowd of people. Not that he was actively seeking you out like a predator or anything, but he was just… curious about your whereabouts.

Jongin sighs. He’s standing beside Minseok at the moment, the latter currently engaged in a conversation with a Lord from… was it the Northern Isles? Jongin quickly glances over at the man. Navy blue coat… Red cape… Then he finally spots the brooch bearing the crest of the—yes, Jongin was right: the Northern Isles.

“Yes, my father is doing better now,” the Lord was saying when Jongin finally tunes into the conversation. “I will be sure to let him know.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “So what brings the Third Prince to a gathering like this? Never have I seen the Crown Prince with one of his brothers on an outing before.”

“People change,” Minseok answers for Jongin. “I’m just thankful it’s for the better and I actually have company this time around. Makes the trip more bearable, yeah? And what about you, Crown Prince? None of your brothers have decided to come with?”

Ah, that’s right, Jongin thinks to himself. He’s not a Lord, but the Crown Prince of the Northern Isles: Luhan. Jongin mentally sighs. He should’ve recognized Crown Prince Luhan as he is one of Minseok’s close friends, but alas, it’s been a long day and Jongin is tired out of his mind. Or at least that’s what Jongin keeps telling himself.

“They all have their respective affairs to attend to,” Luhan replies. “Yifan is busy taking care of Father and Zitao is still training the new soldiers. I only happened to be free to attend this year because my meeting with the Western Isles was canceled due to some issues arising in their country.”

“Hm, that’s unfortunate.” Minseok frowns. “I do hope the trading route situation gets resolved. It would be a shame to lose out on their supply of copper.”

“My apologies,” Jongin suddenly interrupts, “if I may, I’m going to step out for a little while. It’s a bit stuffy in here and it’s making me awfully nauseous.”

Minseok and Luhan glance at the younger male and both nod simultaneously.

“Of course, go ahead,” Luhan says first, gesturing with his hand. “I don’t mean to keep you here or anything.”

“Just don’t get lost, yeah?” Minseok grins.

X X X

Soon enough, Jongin has found his way into the courtyard of the castle.

It’s not as large as his own courtyard, but still large enough to hold quite a party. The castle walls loom over him, boxing in the courtyard with its lovely architecture. Trees cast long, dark shadows across the courtyard, and little lanterns light up the various pathways that lead to and fro. In the centre of the courtyard is a raised marble platform, intricate designs engraved carefully into the stone.

Jongin stops in his tracks. Is that music he is hearing?

He begins to follow the sound of an instrument: gentle plucks of string that ring through the evening air like a voice beckoning him towards it. Like a vocalist singing a song for its lover, the instrument’s voice is captivating, romantic, and enchanting. It’s not long before he reaches the centre platform where the source of the music is, and his breath hitches in his throat the sight before him.

It’s you, the Queen, who is playing the gayageum. You’re kneeling at the centre of the platform, the instrument laid out before you on your lap, and your eyes are closed as you pluck away at the strings. Jongin takes in the sight, and he feels himself falling for you even farther than before (was that even possible?). His eyelids flutter shut as the music pulls him into a trance-like state, and he can feel his feet itching to move, itching to dance. But he restrains himself. Not now.

Suddenly, the music stops.

“Lord Prince,” you say, and his eyes snap open and his body goes rigid.

“Lady Queen,” he exclaims, immediately dropping into a deep bow. “My deepest apologies, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you. I just wanted to come out to get some fresh air and I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful music coming from here. Please forgive me.”

“You may rise,” you finally say after what feels like an eternity for Jongin. Hesitantly, he looks up before slowly standing up straight. “And you are forgiven.”

Jongin fidgets a little on his spot, unsure of what to do with himself.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me here?” you call out to him, and again he finds himself swooning at the sound of your voice and the sight of your smile that you’re directing to him.

“O-Of course, Lady Queen.” Jongin nods and almost scurries up the steps and towards your spot on the platform. You sit with your hands folded in your lap before the gayageum and Jongin has to tell himself multiple times to act natural and to not act like a goddamn fool because for heaven’s sake, the Queen of the Highlands is right in front of him and he could not afford to give her a bad impression of himself, his country, his-

“I’ve been playing since I was a little girl,” you begin to say, and Jongin’s thoughts pull the brakes immediately. He decides to kneel down beside you, breathing deeply to calm his heart rate. “I was always drawn to the sounds of the gayageum, so my mother agreed to sign me up for private lessons with the best teacher in the country.”

“Well, it seems to have paid off,” Jongin murmurs, “your playing is wonderful.”

You quietly thank him, and Jongin’s heart takes off again when he sees you reach up and brush back a loose strand of hair behind your ear almost shyly.

Jongin breathes deeply again. “So, why are you out here, Lady Queen? I thought you were supposed to be inside entertaining your guests.”

“Well, I’m entertaining one guest right now, aren’t I, Lord Prince?” you tease, and he laughs just a little bit at that. Perhaps that’s why he’s so enchanted by you. Despite your elegance, your nobility as a Queen—a queen!—you still had a certain humbleness about you, like you didn’t want to hold yourself too high above others in fear of looking down at them. “I just needed a little refresher,” you finally answer him. “It’s honestly quite suffering just being in that room with so many people at once congratulating you for living long enough to see another year. Why I have to hold a birthday party for everyone to come to every year, I’m not quite sure myself. It’s something my advisors have told me to do to keep friendly relations between our allies.”

Jongin smiles at your words, as it brings back a faraway memory of his oldest brother complaining about the same thing, for Crown children have a far larger weight on their shoulders compared to their younger siblings. If Jongin was being honest, he’d say he was blessed to have been born Third Prince.

“I came for some fresh air as well,” Jongin says. “I…” he hesitates, “I felt a little out of place. Everyone was talking about politics and trading and I… it’s not something I’m interested in or good at.”

“All it takes is a little practice,” you assure him. “I’m sure the Crown Prince would be happy to help you.”

“I’m sure he would, too,” Jongin agrees.

“Tell me, Lord Prince,” you say after a little while, “Do you have any hobbies?”

“I, um, dance,” Jongin answers with a little smile.

“Oh, any specialties?” You inquire suddenly, and he only shrugs with a laugh.

“Mostly ballet.”

“Can I play you something?” He swears you sound almost eager as you unfold your hands from your lap and quickly pluck a chord. “That you can dance to?”

“Of course.” He nods almost a little too vigorously with the biggest grin and you laugh as you play another couple of chords, seemingly settling into a key you felt fitting for Jongin’s impromptu performance.

After a couple minutes of shuffling around, Jongin is finally situated in the centre of the raised platform with you off to the side in front of him so you could see his performance and play at the same time. His boots have been discarded and his jacket is folded beside you, leaving him only in his black trousers and a white blouse. His eyelids flutter shut as he waits for the music to begin, willing for himself to essentially lose himself to the music.

Soon enough, the music begins. You start off with a rather moderate tempo, fingers precise as you pluck at the strings. Jongin begins to catch onto the rhythm you’re laying before him, with certain notes accentuated with a stronger pluck and the weaker notes lighter and a little quicker. He feels his feet moving naturally, almost automatically to the music as if he’s heard it all his life and not for the first time ever. His arms flutter as he leaps across the platform, twirling and he almost laughs out loud because it’s been so long since he’s been able to lose himself to a piece like this before. It’s absolutely exhilarating and refreshing.

It’s amazing how two people can create such art without ever having performed together before.

To Jongin’s dismay, the music ends a little too soon and he’s left breathing heavily in front of you, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. Then there’s quiet clapping and he glances up at you, the source of the clapping.

You smile brightly at him and Jongin can’t help but grin in response, and for a moment he’s forgotten that he’s a prince and you’re a queen.

“That was absolutely marvelous!” You exclaim, “You certainly have a talent for ballet, Lord Prince.”

“I- Thank you, Lady Queen,” Jongin stammers, still struggling to catch his breath. “It’s been a while since I’ve danced like that.”

He stumbles a little when he walks over to you, but he catches himself with a sheepish grin before plopping down beside you where you’ve pushed the gayageum out onto the floor in front of you.

“Lord Prince?”

He turns his head to you and it’s at that moment when he notices the rather close proximity between the two of you. Strangely, he doesn’t feel the urge to jerk away like he would normally.

“Would you… be my escort to the party tomorrow?”

Jongin grins. He inhales deeply and offers his hand to you, to which you smile and place your hand in his. He musters all of his courage to lift your hand to his lips, brushing them lightly against your knuckles. Despite having done this a few times before, it’s the close proximity that makes him even more nervous.

“It would be my honour.”

Part 1 - Fin.

X X X

Gayageum - a traditional Korean zither-like instrument.

#kai #jongin #kai scenario #jongin scenario #exo #exo k #exo scenario #kingdom au #serenade

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countryshitposts · 5 years ago

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Las Islas Filipinas

i decided to look through my old drafts and cringe about the whole thing, so i made something regarding something i’ve been considering doing. this is basically going all “History of the Philippines”, with some other people in it lmao.i was actually debating whether actually doing this because i “write in the sake for motivation” so if i lose motivation my story is doomed to never update lmao

but ye i gathered courage to do this

also @redffeather thanks for inspiring me uwu

1- spain monologues for three pages

Warning for: racism, colonialism, slavery? and religious themes that will be present from start to finish

yes every chapter title is going to be like that now

Staring at the vibrant blue of both the seas and skies has become Spain's new hobby, he realizes. He looks at the sky with his bored eyes, then back at the map he was drawing. It had been days, weeks, years since he had last seen dry land. He wanted to stop this trip, to go back to his land, his stomach agreeing with him. Spain regrets taking on this quest to stop everyone from believing that the earth is flat and that monsters lurk at the end of the world. But there was no waterfall, no monsters, no nothing. It was just him, his crew, and the great wide ocean.

He doesn't even know where they are now.

He mostly lets the stars and God guide them, but God has not been speaking to him lately, no matter how many times he goes to his private quarters and start praying, holding his beloved cross and muttering prayers, his prayers holy on his tongue. But there was no feeling of an embrace, nor a noble voice telling him from up above what he should do next. He can feel his heart beating even louder, his eyes darting from the cartography table, towards his crew members, then at the blue sky where God resides in.

Spain clasps the cross once again, and mutters a prayer of thanks to God for a long and safe voyage. Even though he will feel happy and content after a prayer to the Almighty, all he feels is paranoia, and a creeping sensation on his hands.

Is he not good enough to the eyes of God anymore?

Preposterous!, Spain says, tightening his grip on his cross. God cannot do that to me! Not for how many men and women I have converted to Christianity at the hands of God!

He glances at the map pertaining to America, and he smiles, feeling his chest become swollen with pride as he remembered civilizing those barbarians and taking all the gold that they are flaunting. They were stupid, uncivilized men and women, and Spain had much pleasure bringing them to the side of God. It was quite easy, molding their brains as if their muscles were soft clay to his hands, as he with one fist smashes it down to the point it has become a flattened shape. It is a saying of farewell towards their old barbaric ways, and come to the world anew, with a new hope in them. Spain had stripped them of what had made them barbaric, but he still can't help but think that they still act like ones. So Spain tries again with many of his colonies, reshaping them, molding them to make them so perfect to the point of no return, their beautiful materials, and their children and descendants are now my children and descendants because fuck it, I am in charge of this here land.

Even the mere presence of deities being present and monitoring the earth is quite debatable; perhaps they exist on another plane of reality, a dimension where they can watch him and the others, Spain will not be aware of his beloved God watching him from up above, but he knows he is nodding in approval of what he has done to the people of America. Such divinity shouldn't even grace this disgusting earth with its presence, and he understands that only God can communicate through eerie voices and winds through hallways. Sometimes as Spain takes too many glasses of wine, he can hear he of the kind souls, of virtue and respect, speaking to him with a brand new idea in mind. This idea keeps Spain awake at night, and at the morning he wakes up to start his plans.

Spain sighs as he stands up, feeling that his feet has not evolved well due to hardships encountered and the sailing taking many long years to complete. He looks at the calendar; old and gray, its paper yellowed and full of cross marks from the many evolution of the sun. It measures the way he is dying inside, as well as his crew of meaningless names and voices. There is nothing to complete other than to find out if beasts lurk in the end of the world, or if it was just a myth, like the great Greek gods and goddesses whose religion has died off, but their glory and legacy remains, for they are merciful to history's beautiful words and stories, and he would often be interested in the prospect of reading a play of Euripedes about the unfortunate tales of Medea, the son killer.

"Sir!", one of his no-name members address him, and he perks his head up.

"What is it?", he asks in a level headed voice, trying to reach into his mind to remember what this boy's name is. It's not his fault he can't remember their names- they're just going to get lost to history unlike Spain, who will rise from the ashes every time, in all his glory, as someone recounts their tales of the empire that never sets.

"Land, sir!" Spain feels a rising hope growing deep inside of him, and he looks up to see a beautiful island, surrounded in sea, beautiful and seemingly people-less. Spain smiles, and orders the ship to land on one of the rocks. Spain mutters another prayer to God, as he motions a sign of the cross.

There is land, land where Christians can live freely in a paradise that looks so much like thy kingdom come, like the angels have brought them to the Garden of Eden that was lost due to Eve's stupidity and Adam's naivety. This will become his new home, new land, and he can feel the fresh air ever so slightly tousling his hair. He smiles to himself, as he can feel a divine connection from God once again, feeling his hands touching his, and that is enough to make him proud of his achievement. He can finally show Portugal who won in this game of colonialism and who gets the most children.

Because this is God's land now, God's words is the law.

#mine #writing #Countryhumans #countryhumans spanish empire #countryhumans spain #countryhumans philippines #ch las islas filipinas #spain: i'll finally show portugal he AINT SHIT

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snappedsky · 5 years ago

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Fanatics Adventures in Space Part 15

Zim reunites with the Tallest. Previous! Next!

War Part Eight

Devi and Tenna stare wide-eyed out the window as Skoodge directs their shuttle to the side of the Massive. They are barely a little grey dot against its enormous red hull.

Skoodge parks the ship and turns to face the girls, grabbing two little bubble gum ball-like objects from his PAK and handing them to them. “Hold these to you head and squeeze them.”

They do so and the balls stretch around their heads, changing to a transparent helmet. Skoodge does the same with one of his own. Then he extends his spider legs from his PAK. The top two rest against the hatch of the shuttle while the bottom two reach for Devi and Tenna.

“Hang on tight,” he orders.

They grab the metal appendages and Skoodge opens the hatch.

The air immediately rushes out of the shuttle, whipping around Devi and Tenna and threatening to blow them into space, but they hold on tight. Skoodge pulls them out of the ship and presses up against the Massive. Gir cheers as he and Minimoose follow close behind.

One of Skoodge’s free spider legs fires up a laser that slices through the hull of the flagship, cutting out a doorway. The group slips inside and Skoodge puts the chunk of wall back in place, sealing it up.

“We made it,” Devi breathes as they let go of Skoodge and stand up inside the Massive. They’re in an empty, dimly corridor. It’s eerily quiet.

“Where is everyone?” Tenna asks.

“The Tallest must be on Irk right now,” Skoodge replies, “so all the workers are probably on break.”

“Then this is the perfect chance for some sabotage,” Devi grins, rubbing her hands together. “Lead the way, Skoodge.” The Irken smiles before trotting down the hallway, the rest of the group close behind.

Meanwhile, on Irk, Zim follows his drone captives through the halls of the Main Command Centre. He keeps his head high and remains stoic, refusing to show any sign of weakness, no matter how many times the drones deliberately bump into him.

Finally, they reach their destination: the Tallest’s throne room, the biggest and highest room in the command centre. There are windows all along the walls overlooking the city for miles and statues and busts and drapery of the Tallest themselves. And across the room, sitting in their thrones, are Tallest Red and Tallest Purple.

The drones lead Zim to the middle of the room and immediately disperse. Zim glares at the Tallest as they sit up, smirking at him.

“Zim!” Red cheers, “so nice to see you again.”

“Not!” Purple jeers and they both laugh obnoxiously. Zim just glowers.

Red chuckles and wipes a tear from his face. “Seriously, though. What the IRK are you doing here!” he barks angrily, “you are exiled! Banned! How much clearer do we have to be?”

“I’m not here for me,” Zim snaps, “I’m here for you, and your hopeless empire that you are allowing to be destroyed! How could you sit back and watch as dozens of planets are annihilated across the galaxy? And Irk is next! That’s why they’re here!” He points out the window at the large alien ship in the sky. “I came here to stop it.”

“Oh, wow, so you’re playing hero now,” Purple sneers.

“Yeah,” Red scoffs, “the Irken Bounty Hunters couldn’t even catch them. What makes you think you can?”

“Because I know who they are, or at least who leads them,” Zim replies, “a Xylaxian.”

“What? That’s ridiculous,” Red scorns.

“Yeah, Xylaxians don’t exist anymore,” Purple adds incredulously.

“It’s true. Kio knows him,” Zim insists, “and he’s gonna destroy the Control Brain!”

The Tallest burst into uproarious laughter, their heads thrown back and arms wrapped around their sides. Zim glowers at them with annoyance.

“You know what!” he snaps, “I don’t need to stand here and take this! I’m not the same Irken I once was and I’m not gonna take your abuse in the hopes that you’ll give me just an ounce of respect. I’m gonna save my planet and you’re not gonna stop me.”

He turns on his heel and starts to march away when a giant laser cannon drops from the ceiling on a metal arm and points at him.

“Whoa, whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Red asks, amused, “you thought we were just gonna let you leave? You are a criminal, y’know?”

Zim turns back around and glares at them. “So execute me already! I know you’ve always wanted to.”

“Aw, now what fun would that be?” Purple sighs dramatically, “nah, we wanna make you suffer first.”

“And you’ve made it so easy,” Red adds, “you’ve even brought your little alien friends with you.”

A screen pops out of the floor beside him, displaying a still image of Dib, Gaz, Pepito, Squee, and Kio walking through the city, and Zim jolts.

“Leave them alone!” he snaps, “they have nothing to do with this!”

“They broke into our planet to look for you,” Red points out, “it seems to me they have everything to do with this.”

“I told them not to come!”

“And they didn’t listen to you?” Purple tuts, “you really are a terrible leader.”

Zim grimaces and glares at the floor.

“Now it’ll only be a matter of time before our guards find them and these ‘rebels’,” Red says, gesturing lazily at the alien ship. “And then we’ll destroy you all together.”

“It’ll be fun,” Purple adds, “we’ll make it a big, public spectacle. Like a festival. And there’ll be food and games.”

“Yeah, like ‘Pin the Antenna on the Defect’,” Red says, “the defect being you.”

“Haha, yeah!” Purple laughs.

The two of them guffaw while Zim cringes quietly beneath their cruel amusement. Meanwhile, Johnny watches the whole thing from the doorway. He scowls, wondering why Zim isn’t standing up for himself. He can’t watch these two bullies anymore, so he draws a knife and starts to advance.

The ship outside suddenly explodes, shutting the Tallest up and startling everyone. They all look out the window at the giant cloud of smoke as it rains debris and shrapnel.

Almost immediately after, an Irken guard races into the doorway, not even noticing Johnny crouched there. “My Tallest! We just discovered the body of a Ssslitharian in the city!”

“A Ssslitharian?’ Red questions incredulously.

A second guard appears. “My Tallest! We don’t know what caused that ship to explode, but it wasn’t any of our weapons!”

A third guard. “My Tallest! The heir Rory has disappeared!”

The Tallest are speechless from this bombardment of bad news. Zim watches the guards, just as bewildered for a second, before looking at the ground, a smile spreading across his face. He starts chuckling then throws his head back as he laughs loudly and victoriously. Everyone watches him, surprised and disgusted.

Zim points at the Tallest dramatically. “You’re losing control, Tallest! You haven’t caught my Battalion, much less know where they are! And you have no hope to! Your guards are running around in circles while my team- my friends conquer!”

Red scoffs, offended. “You think you’re winning? Have you forgotten where you are?”

Four large laser cannons drop down from the roof. Before they can even take aim, the Irken guards are thrown through the air and smash through them. Zim looks back at Johnny standing in the doorway.

He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “Zim, let’s get the hell out of here!”

Zim smirks and races across the room.

“Where do you think you’re going!” Purple barks. More cannons drop from the ceiling and start firing. Zim’s spider legs extend from his PAK and create a force field, blocking the lasers as he and Johnny turn out of the doorway and run down the hall.

Hatches start opening up on the walls and ceiling, releasing armed drones. Johnny and Zim smash their way through them as they proceed through the command centre. They turn a corner and skid to stop before a wall of armed guards. They quickly duck back behind the wall as they start firing.

One of Zim’s spider legs extend to Johnny as the other three point at the wall beside them. “Grab on!��

Johnny grabs it and Zim fires a laser blast through the wall, creating a hole to the outside. He immediately throws himself through it, dragging Johnny with him.

His spider legs stab into the outside wall and start scaling the building. The guards follow with their own spider legs, along with the drones. Zim narrowly dodges their laser fire.

Johnny holds on for dear life and glares at their assailants as a laser brushes by his arm. He reaches into his coat and pulls out a Smiley Bomb, whipping it at them. It explodes, destroying many of the guards and drones and leaving a charred spot on the wall.

As soon as the firing has slowed down, Zim pounces off the wall and they sail through the air and over the destroyed buildings, barely catching the wall of another nearby building. He climbs it to the roof and continues moving across the city.

After a few minutes, Johnny looks back and sees nothing behind them. “Okay, they’re not chasing us. Can you stop so I can let go?”

Zim slows to a stop and Johnny lets go of the spider leg. He sighs as he rolls his stiff arms and Zim retracts his appendages. They continue on foot.

Zim stares down as they walk, his squeedly spooch in knots. He grips his shirt and says, “hey, Johnny? Am I like…a huge idiot?”

“Yeah,” Nny replies, irking Zim with his bluntness. “But…well,” he adds hesitantly, “look, it’s not like I don’t understand. It’s scary, you know…caring for people…”

Zim glances at him with surprise but he’s looking away so his expression can’t be seen. Then Zim looks down and sighs. “Yeah, it is.”

They make their way through the city by the rooftops until they reach the countryside. Zim lowers them to the ground and they continue to Mar’s place. They don’t speak at all, so it’s quiet and a little awkward.

Eventually, they spot three people in the distance. Zim narrows his eyes as he strains to see. “Is that…Dib! Gaz! Kio!”

They turn at his voice and beam excitedly before racing for him. He runs too and they clash, grabbing each other’s’ arms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Kio squeals happily, squeezing Zim’s shoulder.

“Where were you?” Dib asks.

“Oh, you know, just got captured by the Tallest,” Zim shrugs, “no big deal.”

“Johnny’s with you,” Gaz states as he walks up to the kids. “So where are Squee and Pepito?”

“I haven’t seen them,” Zim replies.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Dib says, “I mean, they must’ve been the ones who blew up that ship, right?”

“Wherever they are, they’ll meet us at Mar’s,” Kio points out, “so let’s continue.”

The others nod and they keep going. They arrive within a couple minutes to the ruins that were once Mar’s house. As they step over the toppled wall, they stop at the sound of familiar, frantic screaming. They look over to the left and see some kind of strange figure flying along the ground right for them.

“Lo-lo-look!” Pepito’s voice cries out. “There they are!”

“Civ! Viv! Stop!” Squee shouts.

Two SIR units pulling what appears to be a make-shift sleigh made of sheet metal stop abruptly, but the sleigh they’re pulling does not. Because it’s still tied to them, the sleigh flips upside down, knocking Pepito and Squee onto the ground. It nearly falls on them, but they quickly roll out of the way and it slams onto the dirt.

“Oof,” Squee groans as he sits up, rubbing his head.

“Well, that was…fun,” Pepito grunts drily, dusting the dirt from his hair.

“Guys!” Dib exclaims as he, Zim, Gaz, and Kio race over to them. They smile and jump to their feet to meet them.

“Excuse me,” Viv grunts, interrupting their reunion. “Could you please release us from your restraints?”

“It’s just rope,” Pepito points out, “you telling me you genius robots can’t untie rope?”

“In their defense,” Squee says as he cuts them free. “Nny has taught me some very good ways to tie knots.”

Johnny smiles as he pats Squee’s head.

“Who are they?” Zim asks, gesturing to the twin robots.

“Civ and Viv,” Squee replies, “they’re gonna help us.”

“Correction,” Civ grunts, “we helped you destroy the enemy ship. Now you’re gonna help us find our master.”

“Yeah, and the best way to do that is if you stick with us,” Pepito points out.

“Very well,” Viv sighs, “but I am starting to question if you can find him at all.”

“What’s going on?” Zim asks.

“We’ll explain everything,” Squee replies, “but first can we get inside? I don’t like being out in the open like this.” “Yes, let’s,” Kio nods.

Everyone steps onto the slim elevator and rides it down to Mar’s lab. Along the way, they all explain what they’ve been up to the last couple hours.

“We fought a snake alien called Ssslisss,” Dib says, “he was tough, but we won.”

“I fought a little alien called Ethrax,” Pepito replies, “he hit me pretty good, but in the end I beat his ass. And Squee totally blew up that whole ship!”

“I knew that was you!” Dib exclaims excitedly, “that’s awesome.”

“Well, Civ and Viv really helped,” Squee adds, “I probably wouldn’t have been able to do it without them.”

“Unquestionably,” Civ remarks.

Mar turns in her chair and watches as they settle down in her lab, laughing and talking. Johnny splits from the group and leans against the wall, smiling slightly. Zim stares at his friends, happily at first but then he guiltily looks away.

“I’m sorry.”

Everyone shuts up immediately and look at him, stunned. “Huh?”

Zim stares at the floor, grimacing. “I didn’t tell you I was leaving because I knew you’d want to come with me. And I didn’t want you to come because I was…I was worried you’d get hurt…or worse. I…underestimated you, which is something that should never be done. So.” He takes a deep breath and faces them. “I’m sorry.”

Everyone stares at him, speechless. Then Pepito coos, “aaawww!” and runs in to hug him. Before Zim can argue, Dib, Squee, and Gaz immediately join in and hug him tight.

“You don’t have to apologize for worrying about us,” Squee says, “that’s what friends do.”

“Yeah,” Dib agrees, “why do you think we followed you all the way out here?”

Zim glowers between them but on the inside, he’s smiling.

“Sorry to break this up,” Mar says, grabbing everyone’s attention. “But you should take a look at this.”

They split apart and everyone gathers in front of her computer. It’s displaying what looks like live surveillance footage of the area outside the Main Command Centre. There are Irken bodies and smashed drones being tossed away as a group of assorted aliens march towards the building. Leading them is a very muscular creature, supporting his upper body on his knuckles.

“Is that…?” Dib questions.

“Carcas,” Kio growls.

“They’re starting!” Zim exclaims, “we have to stop them!”

The Battalion races for the elevator. Squee skids to a stop and looks at Johnny. “You coming?”

He shrugs apathetically and joins the kids.

They ride the elevator to the surface where they find a small army of Irken soldiers and drones surrounding them, weapons at the ready.

“Uh oh,” Squee squeaks.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Zim barks, “your city is under attack! Your planet is going to be destroyed! Forget about us!”

“Tallest orders,” one of the guards states.

“Blech,” Pepito spits.

“Don’t suppose you two can stop them,” Dib suggests, glancing at Civ and Viv.

“They won’t listen to us,” Viv shrugs, “we receive no respect from the Irken Armada.”

“Great,” Gaz grunts drily.

Before anyone can argue further, Johnny steps forward, drawing his knives.

“You guys go,” he orders, “I’ll handle this.”

“Nny?” Squee questions.

He doesn’t say anything, his glare focused entirely on the surrounding guards.

“I’ll stay with him to make sure he can catch up with you,” Kio says.

The others nod and get ready to run.

“Nobody is going anywhere,” a guard barks and lifts his hand. “Ready!”

Zim’s PAK opens up, Pepito bends forward, and Squee pulls down his goggles.

“Fi-!” the guard is cut off as Johnny, lightning fast, drives his knife through the Irken’s armor and his chest. Simultaneously, rockets extend from Zim’s PAK and he grabs Dib as he flies into the air. Pepito holds Gaz as he releases his wings and takes off. Squee activates his rocket wheelies and slips around the guards like a blur. Civ and Viv are close behind them as they escape, leaving Nny to his massacre.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #my art #my ocs

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SPACEIPLIER: Origin

Mark stared at the note he had left for Bob and Wade on his pillow. It wasn’t much. Just an apology and an explanation of where he was going. Staring at it, though… he felt anger building inside him. He grabbed it and tore it up, letting the pieces fall to the floor.

If they wanted to know where he was then they could ask.

He glanced outside his dorm room, making sure no one else was out past curfew. He then stepped outside, carrying all his personal items and a small assortment of rations in a bag on his back. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to get him back home.

As he quickly walked towards the docks, thoughts raced through Mark’s mind. This was what was best, right? With his grades dropping and the scholarship being pulled, there was no way he could keep going to the Academy.

You could always work hard and get your grades back up, something inside him whispered, but Mark pushed the thought aside. He was sick and tired of being the one who was good at everything. The pressure to live up to others’ expectations for him felt smothering.

If was being completely honest with himself, he had stopped putting effort into them ages ago. His grades had been going downhill for months, and his perfect attendance score had become… well… a lot less perfect.

It wasn’t that Mark hated being here. He loved flying. It was just… all these people expecting him to be something he wasn’t. Expecting him to stay at the top, all while plodding through each day doing things he hated.

It was just wrong.

Mark needed something different.

The docks were silent when he arrived, and the only security guard on detail was fast asleep. Mark slipped inside the pod nearest to the exit.

He turned on his vessel, the engine purring silently. He’d always hated these things. The controls were awkward and allowed for little actual pilot control. The fuel was inefficient, the steering relied to much on auto, and they always smelled like sweat.

Luckily, that meant the GAAP wouldn’t miss one if it happened to go missing.

“Log Date I-don’t-remember-how-to-do-this-part-three: There’s a planet in sight. I’m hoping I can land there before this piece of trash runs out of fuel. Hopefully there’s civilization that has transports headed back home. Um, yeah. Signing out.”

Mark leaned back in his seat, cringing as his stomach rumbled. He should have packed more rations. It had been three days since he’d left the Academy, and rations were low. He only had a few nutrition bars left, and his water was down to a few gulps.

The dashboard beeped, yet again reminding Mark that he was running low on fuel.

Mark closed his eyes tight. At this point, he’d be happy if he crashed.

Mark was not happy when he crashed.

It had happened so fast. One moment he was entering the planet’s atmosphere, the next alarms were blaring and flames were streaming out of the left engine. He braced for impact… and then something hit his head and everything went dark.

When he finally woke up, red lights were flashing from the dash, and his ears were ringing. Something sticky trickled down his forehead, and shoulder was on fire. Pain was pulsing up from Mark’s arm. Everything felt numb and far away, but the longer he sat there, the sharper it became. The sharper it became, the more Mark wanted to go back to sleep.

He groaned, looking down at his arm. It twisted in a position it definitely was not supposed to be in. Gingerly pushing the sleeve up, swearing every time it touched his skin, he looked it over.

It could be worse. No bone sticking through the skin. Just bruising and the awkward angle. It was broken, that much he could tell. Basic medical classes back at the Academy told him to put it into a splint, since there there was no bone visible.

His shoulder on the other hand…

Every time he moved was pure agony. It was dislocated. That was something he was going to have to fix before he could move. Mark had never done this before, but it couldn’t be that bad… right?

Mark positioned himself against the dash, holding his shoulder with his good hand. One big breath in and… he pushed.

It snapped back into place.

Mark screamed.

He had landed on Talbos Prime. Facts from classes floated through his pain-delirious brain. Dominant species: Nuxoin, an omnivorous species. Main export: lumber and other natural resources. The entire planet was forest and a few freshwater seas. If he weren’t in so much pain, Mark might have actually appreciated the scenery surrounding him.

Mark had managed to get himself bandaged up, propping his arm with a splint kit. It wasn’t great, but it was better than nothing. Looking over his injuries, he was glad for once that his dad was alien.

Blood already soaked the bandages on his leg, and the ones on his head were going to need to be replaced soon. It was obvious the crash would have likely killed him had he been completely human. Having a slightly thicker skull than normal humans, with the ability to replenish blood faster, was coming in handy in this sucky situation.

It still sucked.

With the medical kit intact, he’d be able to keep himself alive until the ship was fixed. The ship was definitely fixable, but he would have to get to work soon if he wanted it to fly again. Talbos Prime didn’t have many populated towns, and the closest was over a day’s travel away. He wouldn’t make it.

Mark readjusted the splint on his broken arm and set to work.

As much as Mark hated these scrappy ships, they held their shape pretty well. He wouldn’t need to fix much, but what he did need to fix was time consuming. Hours passed as he worked. The first sun set and the second rose. A few of the local wildlife gathered to watch him at one point. When Mark was focused, though, he was focused.

The ship was already looking in better condition as the final sun disappeared below the horizon. Sealant held the tears in the wings together and covered the multiple cracks that littered the surface of the front window. The burnt engine parts had been replaced, and the fuel was slowly refilling. Thank god for GAAP adaptability fuels. As long as the planet had some form of fuel in the atmosphere, he could slowly refill.

Mark sat inside the ship now, struggling to screw a panel back in. The screwdriver fumbled in his hand, dropping below the dash.

“Fuck! Where’d you go now?” He cursed the tool as he bent over and peered below himself.

He reached for it, but in doing so pulled his injured arm. He gasped in pain, recoiled back and holding himself. Once it faded, he stared at the screwdriver with hatred. It was like it was mocking him. Too weak to grab a stupid tool. Too useless.

“I’m not weak,” Mark growled at it.

He lowered himself down gently, wincing through the pain. He took the tool and finished screwing in the panel.

“Not too bad, Mark,” he said, smiling at the interior of his ship. Only two more flashing lights to stop, and then he’d be homeward bound again. “Mark Fischbach: Pilot, mechanic, and genius.”

“Fischbach?” the flight instructor called, sounding incredibly bored.

A young Mark stepped forward, looking confident and eager. The instructor sighed and opened the top of the small ship. The model looked and functioned similar to most GAAP standard single person vehicles, but was unable to reach half the altitude of the real things. Mark jumped inside with ease.

“Just a few laps,” the instructor ordered, glancing at his clipboard, “and then land here. Remember, this is the real test. You will be scored on your take-off, speed, control, and, finally, landing. This test is the true determinant to see if you make it into the GAAP Academy. Do your best, and good luck out there, future pilot of the Galactic Assembly of Allied Planets.”

Mark grinned, giving his friends a thumbs up as the top closed over him.

It was easy. The test flew by in a blur of whoops and speed. Mark had been flying since he could reach the controls. This was nothing. As he approached landing, he felt tempted to show off. Just a little wouldn’t hurt… right?

He increased the speed.

Just before it became to late, Mark pulled up on the controls. The ship groaned under the sudden change, but it obeyed him. Gently, he set the ship down in front of his classmates. He hopped out with a grin.

The instructor looked furious.

“Fischbach!” They stomped towards him. “That was reckless and dangerous! Your flying was beyond GAAP regulations. I am surprised you made it past the entrance exams.”

Mark clenched his fists, “I’m the best pilot in my class, sir. My stats prove that.”

“Not when you fly like that,” They scorned. “Report to your commander.”

Mark turned and stalked away, anger clawing in his gut. He was a great pilot. He knew what he was doing.

Mark ruffled his hair and let it fall evenly over the bandages wrapped around his forehead. He was sitting outside of the ship, popping berries into his mouth as he waited for the fuel to fill back up. He figured out before he left that these ones were safe, and harvested enough to fill a small container he’d found on the ship. “Berries blue; good for you,” he hummed through a mouthful of the sweet treat.

The ship beeped and blinked to life, only slightly more jittery than it had been at the Academy.

“There you go, you piece of junk,” Mark sighed, getting to his feet to pat the nose of the ship. “Now we can go home.”

The ship rumbled as he took off, but Mark wasn’t about to complain about the ship now. It was certainly better than staying on Talbos Prime and paying off a Velm to not steal his last tank of fuel.

See you never again, Talbos Prime, Mark thought as the forest planet faded into the space behind him. From now on, it was smooth sailing to Ventos Beta.

Two days

It was going to take him two days to get back.

Once the adrenaline of crashing, frantically trying to fix his ship, and getting off that planet had faded his body finally caught up with how badly he was actually damaged. He was quickly running out of bandages, and black spots were beginning to dance in his vision.

He looked back down to his arm. He couldn’t quite tell if he set the splint correctly, but at this point a poorly set arm was the least of his worries.

“Log date... uh... I don’t even know: I can’t help but shake the feeling that I’m slowly dying, which I probably am.” Mark took a deep breath in, trying to not fall asleep then and there. “If I don’t put in another log tomorrow, I just wanna let anyone who’s listening to know that I’m sorry. Sorry, mom. Signing off.”

He missed the off button several times before he finally hit it, bits of blackness taking up more and more of his vision. Leaning heavily into the chair, Mark ran his good hand through his bloodstained hair, realizing he needed to change the bandages again.

“Log date, i-it doesn’t matter,” Mark’s words were labored and his words often slurred together. “Ventos Beta...I can see it, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it in time,” He paused, taking a shuddering breath and putting a hand on his chest. The heartbeats themselves were rapid, yet they became progressively softer and less pounding than they were in the beginning. “I-I’m still sorry.”

Mark didn’t even bother to say signing off, or even stop the recording.

“Why don’t you go meet our new neighbor?” Mark’s mother suggested.

Her son sank lower into the couch. His lower lip stuck out in a pout.

“I heard they have a son in your year.”

Mark let out a long sigh, and changed the channel on the projected screen again.

“It’ll be good for you.”

He gave his mom a glance. She was staring back at him with a look that said “You are going take these cookies and you are going to like it.”

Fine.

Mark took the cookies, trotting over to the door of his new neighbor’s house. He rang the doorbell and tapped his foot impatiently. If they didn’t answer in the next fifteen seconds he was going to-

Before Mark could finish his thought, the door swung open. A teenage Graeldur boy stared down at Mark, a single rocky eyebrow raised in confusion.

Suddenly feeling very awkward, Mark held out the plate of cookies. “My mom wanted me to bring these over as a housewarming gift,” he said.

“Uh… thank you,” the Graeldur said, taking the plate. “My name’s Tyler.”

“I’m Mark.”

They stared at each, the awkward moment stretching out much longer than Mark liked it. Tyler finally looked down at the cookies, back behind him, and then back at Mark.

“My parents aren’t home. Do you want to eat all of these with me?”

Mark grinned, “Sure.”

Mark had never felt lonelier than he did now. Sitting in the pilot seat, watching the planet grow closer and closer, he felt like everything was collapsing in on him. He wanted his mom… oh god, his mom was going to be so mad at him. He could already hear his mom scolding him for being so reckless. He did completely deserve it, but that didn’t stop him from dreading it.

A sensor on the dashboard beeped at him, telling Mark that he was ready to make contact.

The autopilot on the GAAP ships might be one of Mark’s least favorite things, but now that he could barely use his limbs he was grateful. The ship lowered itself into an open field, gently setting down and then powering off.

Mark just had to use whatever bit of strength he had left to hobble over to Tyler’s place. Just get to Tyler’s house. That was all that mattered.

The sky was dark when he left. Each footstep echoed back in Mark’s brain and made the simple act of walking unbearable. By the time he made it to Tyler’s front door, he could feel consciousness slowly slipping away from his grasp.

Leaning heavily against the doorframe, Mark was able to give two, hard knocks. The few agonizing minutes it took for Tyler to answer made Mark want to let his muscles relax and slump down to the floor. In fact… he let himself slump farther down the frame. Oh, this was worse.

The handle jiggled a bit until the door opened with a far too loud creak. Mark managed to look up, meeting his friends eyes.

“Oh my god…” Tyler’s eyes went wide as he took in the state his friend was in, almost forgetting to breathe.

Mark pushed what little trace of a smile he could onto his face, “Hey Tyler.”

The world went black and numb.

Mark was back in the ship. Something beeped periodically, but no matter how much he searched the cockpit, he couldn’t find the source of the sound. His movements felt sluggish, like he was moving through a pool of jelly. The colors were either too bright or too muted. Perspective zoomed and faded. Everything felt like it was tipping over. Was he tipping over?

“...days now…”

Mark’s head swiveled towards the sound. Tyler? When had he gotten in the ship? He was on Ventos Prime.

“... didn’t tell you anything?”

Mark’s head turned to the other side of the cabin. Mom? She certainly wouldn’t be on the ship. She- she hated flying. Why would… why would she be here?

Mark’s mind felt as slow as his movements. Exhausted, he let himself lean back in his seat. The beeping grew louder.

Everything hurt. Especially his arm. He groaned in pain and tried to sit up, but as soon as he did, what felt like several pairs of arms pushed him back down, and choruses of “Please, relax,” “Don’t strain yourself, Mr. Fischbach,” and “You’re gonna be okay.”

Mark blinked his eyes open, flinching back against the bright hospital lights. God, he hated hospitals.

As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the figures of his mother, Tyler, two nurses, and a doctor standing at the sides of his bed, all staring at him. He had a few IVs attached to his left arm, and his right arm was completely bound in a translucent fluorescent green cast. Little nanobots moved around his broken arm, going into it to fix the bone. Something was wrapped around his head, but he couldn’t tell what.

Despite the results of the previous attempts results, Mark tried to sit up again. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice hoarse and nervous. “Where am I?”

The nurses gently pushed him back down again.

“His head was injured badly,” the doctor said, ignoring Mark and turning to his mother and Tyler. “He might be a little out of sorts for a couple of days. We’ll have to keep him here for a while, until then…”

Everything faded to black as the nurse turned up the IV drip.

“This isn’t a good idea,” Tyler said, following Mark carefully down the side of the canyon.

“We’ll be fine,” Mark insisted, nearly losing his footing again. “Trust me.”

Tyler didn’t, but that wasn’t going to stop him from making sure Mark didn’t injure himself. Again.

They were walking through the cliffs where everyone was specifically told not to go. The rocky trails had led to many accidents, and were regarded as dangerous. Mark had never cared about danger, taking chances that often made Tyler feel more like the responsible adult friend.

Tyler’s heart might have stopped for a second as Mark started speeding down the trail.

“What can be so exciting that you’d risk dying and going against your mom’s instructions not to go down here under any circumstance?” Tyler asked, trying his best to keep pace with his speedy friend. It was no use. Mark was already far ahead of him.

“You’ll see!” Mark called from the bottom of the canyon. “Now hurry up!”

Tyler sighed and picked up his pace, jumping the last piece and landing next to Mark. “Okay, show me, so we can get out of here without getting in trouble.”

Mark grinned and grabbed Tyler’s wrist, pulling him behind him and through a crack in the canyon wall. The pair was plunged into darkness, and Tyler was glad Mark seemed to know where he was going. Suddenly, it was bright again.

Mark spun around and spread his arms wide, “Ta-da!”

Tyler gaped in awe, looking around the small cavern that had been invisible a moment before. A small pond sat at the center, and a crack in the ceiling let a beam of light illuminate the area. A few cliff birds chirped from their nests in the walls. Soft moss covered everything.

“I thought it could be our secret hideout,” Mark said, tossing his shoes and socks off and sticking his feet in the pond. It was so clear is was almost like glass. The ripples moved across the surface, making the pond moss wave.

Tyler followed suit, and the two let their feet drag in the shallow water.

“I like the sound of that,” Tyler said, his usually stoic face splitting into a wide grin.

Mark grinned back.

Tyler sat in the chair in Mark’s hospital room, watching his friend with eyes full of worry. Mark had woken up several times, still mostly dazed and panicked. With the nanobots working to fix his body - including his brain - he was having horrible nightmares. Mostly he just whimpered, but sometimes he called out for Tyler… for him mom… for anyone. It hurt Tyler seeing his friend so… so afraid.

He knew Mark was reckless, but this was something else. What could have possibly caused Mark to so suddenly just abandon the Academy? He’d worked so hard to get in, and from their correspondences, Tyler knew Mark was a promising student with high grades and a near perfect attendance.

Tyler snapped to attention as Mark stirred in his bed. When Mark didn’t move again, he leaned back again.

When Mark had shown up at Tyler’s door just a few days ago, Tyler hadn’t known what to think. He hadn’t even had time to think between rushing Mark to the hospital, calling his mother, and talking to what felt like twenty different nurses and doctors. Now that things had slowed down… Tyler was just trying to make sense of it all.

Mark had always told him everything that was bothering him. He should have known something was wrong when Mark stopped messaging him as often two months ago. He should have called, checked on his friend, made sure everything was really alright.

Can’t change any of that now, he thought, letting his eyes drift closed. What’s happened has happened. For now, he just had to make sure Mark recovered. Talking could come later.

Tyler watched from a distance as Mark’s mother yelled at him in that way only mothers could. Mark nodded along, apologizing and promising to “never do something so reckless again.”

Maybe it was just Mark still being tired, but he didn’t seem that focused on what his mother was saying. It felt more like Mark was focused on something else. He knew that stubborn look in Mark’s eye, and he’d known Mark long enough to know that was never a good thing. But maybe he was just imagining things.

Tyler really wanted to be imagining things.

“Mark, it’s nothing,” Tyler said anxiously, having to pick up his pace to keep up with his friend. “Really, I’m fine.”

Mark didn’t stop. “It’s not ‘fine.’ I’m not going to sit back while these idiots treat you like nothing because of me.”

Tyler felt himself come to a stop as Mark marched on. There was that fiery determination in his eyes. Nothing was going to stop him. Nothing, especially anyone who would even try and hurt someone Mark cared for.

Tyler was far enough away that he only caught a few words. The one’s he did hear, he hated.

“You’re nothing, half-breed,” one of them snapped.

“Tyler would be better off with us than with a filthy grett like you,” the other added, spitting on Mark’s face.

Tyler flinched when one of the boys pushed Mark backwards. Mark said something that made the boys faces twist with anger. Mark managed to dodge the first few punches, but they were bigger than him. It wasn’t long before they had punched him out. Tyler starting running towards them the moment Mark got punched, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop them from giving him a few kicks to the stomach.

They sneered at Tyler before running off.

Tyler grabbed Mark, throwing him over his shoulder and rushing him back to his house.

A few days later, Tyler was allowed to see Mark again in the hospital. Bandages were wrapped around Mark’s chest, and his arm was held delicately in a sling.

“I really showed them, eh?” Mark asked, laughing.

Tyler started to chuckle too before he noticed Mark buckle in pain.

“Broken ribs,” Mark said, smiling tensely at Tyler. “The nanobots are still working at fixing them.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days,” Tyler shook his head, half-teasing. The other half seriously worried that Mark would one day get himself killed.

“No, I won’t,” Mark responded. “You won’t let me.”

Mark never explained why he dropped out, and Tyler didn’t push. After Mark got out of the hospital, he had to stay home for a week to recover fully. Tyler took it upon himself to make sure that Mark actually recovered and didn’t go try and steal another ship.

Spending so much time with Mark, he saw the difference.

He knew low grades and a pulled scholarship weren’t the real reasons Mark had stolen a ship and almost died just to get back to Ventos Beta.

Usually he was a joking, amicable, jovial person, but when Tyler was talking to him, Mark felt more reserved. Like he wasn’t really there. Once or twice, he even snapped at Tyler before immediately apologizing and laughing it off as “just tired” or “cabin fever.”

Tyler knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t whatever Mark was blaming it on.

As soon as Mark could leave, he did. Tyler felt like a lost dog, trailing uselessly behind him. He wasn’t usually so focused, and Tyler began to be even more worried when Mark’s trail led down to the docks.

“It just feels good to see real ships again,” Mark said when Tyler asked him why they were there. “They hardly let us get near the big ones back there.”

That was another thing. Mark never said ‘The Academy’ anymore. Always just ‘them’ and ‘back there’ and ‘my dorm,’ and never with any fondness. In all the years Tyler had known Mark, he’d never heard him refer to something with such contempt.

“Bad memories,” Mark said, smiling reassuringly. “It’s in the past now.”

The only thing stronger than his anger at the Academy, it seemed, was Mark’s anger at himself. Every time a headache made him have to slow down, or his arm started hurting again, Tyler noticed him become frustrated and seething.

“I’m fine,” he’d insist stiffly, avoiding eye contact with Tyler.

“Just tell me what’s wrong,” Tyler said finally. “I want to help.”

But Mark only brushed him off and walked down to the docks again. It wasn’t like Mark to bottle things up, and Tyler was half convinced his head injury had done something more than make him delirious for a few days.

Eventually though, Tyler had to go back to work, and he couldn’t keep a constant watchful eye on Mark. While he trusted Mark’s mother, he knew she wouldn’t be willing to follow her son all over the city every day until he finally returned home late in the evening.

When he was able to visit though, Tyler spent his time with Mark trying to pry more information out of him without pressing his friend too much. It felt like he was interrogating a rock.

The day Mark got his cast off, he was out of the house almost as soon as they got back from the hospital. Tyler started to follow, but Mark turned and stopped him.

“I’ll be back later,” Mark said, but something in his voice told Tyler otherwise. He wasn’t meeting Tyler’s eyes.

A few minutes after Mark left, Tyler followed. He knew where Mark had gone.

The docks were filled with people. Traders, scavengers, GAAP agents, and regular citizens. Finally, after almost half an hour of searching, he spotted Mark. He was talking to someone. Handing that someone a card. Shaking hands. Stepping onto a ship.

Tyler ran forward, shoving his way through the crowd, “MARK!”

He saw Mark freeze and start to turn towards Tyler before stopping himself. Mark didn’t want to look back.

Tyler’s hand caught the door just before it finished sliding shut, and he forced it back open. Once he slipped inside, it slid shut behind him and beeped cheerfully. He took a step forward, and alarms suddenly started blaring around him, lights flashing red.

Mark appeared just as suddenly at the end of the hallway, his face going from confused to upset.

“I told you not to follow,” Mark said, pressing a button and turning off the alarms. “This isn’t… this isn’t smart.”

“I wasn’t going to let you run off and get yourself hurt again,” Tyler replied, folding his arms across his chest.

“Who made you the protector of me?” Mark snarked, folding his arms and standing his ground.

“Me,” Tyler said. “Because I care about you, and you’re not thinking clearly.”

Mark heaved a sigh and leaned up against the wall of the ship. “Sure. Okay.”

“You have to talk about this eventually,” Tyler said, taking another step forward. Mark stared him down, but he was wavering. “I need to know what’s going on. What’s wrong?”

Mark looked back at his friend, steely determination melting into frustration.

“I couldn’t stay there any more,” Mark began, looking down at his feet. “There was always this pressure to be the best, and for I long time, I think everyone thought I was. The best at flying, at least. Even if I got in trouble for my methods all the time.”

Tyler knew that. Mark had often called him, upset that the instructors didn’t let him fly how he knew how to fly.

Mark continued, his knuckles white and his jaw tight. “It got suffocating. My teachers didn’t push me. They either gave up or thought I knew everything so why bother. Everyone looked up to me as this perfect student who could do no wrong, and I hated it. I felt like I had to live up to their expectations for me, and if I failed, they’d hate me. I didn’t want those expectations. I just wanted to blend in, not be forced into the spotlight.”

Mark gripped his arm tight, digging his fingers into the fabric of his sleeve. “So I stopped trying. I stopped doing my homework. I skipped class. I cheated on tests I already knew the answers to or just didn’t complete them at all. I let my grades drop. I could have picked them back up any time, and everyone would have just put me back on the pedestal I had jumped off of. When— The day they sent me a notice, saying they were going to pull my scholarship, I started packing right away. I hid the letter from Bob and Wade, and kept my plan a secret from them both. Once I had everything planned out, I ran away. I stole one of the student ships that they use for short flights around the school and left. I crashed on Talbos Prime a couple days later. That’s when I—”

Mark glanced down at his recently healed right arm. “Yeah. I did my best to keep myself alive while I fixed the ship, but I think my anger at crashing kept me alive better than any bandages or medicine. Once I got off of Talbos Prime, I flew back here, and, well, you know the rest of the story.”

There was a moment of silence between them as the story sunk in. Then Tyler closed the space between them. He pulled Mark into a tight hug, making sure to be careful of Mark’s arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, pulling away. “We could have talked about this, or at least found a better way for you to leave the Academy than running away on a stolen ship.”

Mark shrugged. “I needed to do this on my own,” he said. “I had to make a decision for myself instead of just letting myself drift through life without a purpose. I couldn’t stay here either. If I stay here… I stay stagnant. I become a farmer or I just… ugh, Tyler there is nothing here for me!”

He met Tyler’s eyes with fury. “As much as I love Ventos Beta, my life isn’t going to go anywhere here. It’s out there! Out among the stars!” Mark’s eyes lit up as he spoke, passion building. “I want to see new worlds! I want to meet strange species, make new friends, learn new things! I can’t do that here, or at the Academy. I need to do this, Tyler. You have to understand.”

Tyler shook his head, and Mark’s face fell.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever understand you,” he began, “but I’m not going to stay on Ventos Beta and let you go out there and probably die.”

Mark’s excitement began to return. “Wait, really? You want to come with me?”

“Someone has to watch your back,” Tyler chuckled.

Alright,” Mark said, already beaming. “I guess this is our ship then?”

Tyler allowed a smirk to crawl onto his face. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

#official story #spaceiplier

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thethistlegirl · 6 years ago

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Soooo....my AU has a new title and I’ve been playing around with a different cover image as well...

@bands-space-and-monsters-oh-my @dickgrysvn @alchemist-rising @impossiblepluto @whumpwriterforlife @murdocsmacattack @fan-from-the-start @nevcolleil @telltaleclerk @emygirl I’m gonna tag you guys cause either you’re already part of this thing or you’ve asked! And below the cut is a series of three excerpts from the fic as well, although anyone on Discord’s already seen them...

Jack glances up at the mast to see almost everyone coming down. Almost everyone ,except a terrifyingly familiar slender figure in a white shirt. What the hell is Mac doing up in the rigging? He’s not a sailor, he doesn’t belong there! Jack’s already running toward the ropes, even as he hears Charlie yelling from above him.

“Mac! It’s too late! The mast’s going to give, you have to come down!” The sail on Mac’s side is still partially loose, it looks like the section he was trying to secure has gotten away from him. Not surprising, landlubbers shouldn’t be anywhere near sails in a storm. Those sheets of canvas have a mind of their own.

Jack scrambles up the rigging, his hands going numb from the wet, icy ropes. The ship is pitching and rolling more than ever, but Jack barely notices. He passes the men coming down, who give him odd glances. It’s unheard of for a captain to do this.

He reaches the crossbeam and starts along it to where Charlie is trying to reach Mac. The rain is lashing in their faces now, and the movement of the ship means it’s all they can do to stay put.

“Mac!” The kid looks frozen. He’s not moving, blue fingers clutching the canvas in a death grip. “Charlie! Get out of here! It’s too late to salvage this! I’m going to get him down.” Jack makes his way across the ropes. It’s been a long time since he’s been up the masts in a storm, but it’s a familiar rhythm, rolling with the rocking of the ship. He tries to ignore the creaks of splintering wood. If the mast gives out before he gets Mac down...

When he reaches Mac, he puts a steadying hand on the kid’s shoulder and cringes at just how terribly cold he is. Mac is shuddering, body stiff. Jack’s not entirely sure if all it is is the cold, or if something else is wrong. And then Mac turns his head, ever so slightly, and Jack sees the eyes wide with panic. He’s afraid. Of how far up he is, of the storm, something. It doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that Mac is going to die if he doesn’t find a way to deal with that fear and get down.

“Listen to me, Mac. The whole mast is going to snap. And if we fall into the sea they can’t get us back. The mast will drag us down with it.” Mac nods, almost unnoticeable in between shivers. “I’m not going to let you fall. But you have to let go and climb down with me, okay?”

“N-no. If I l-let go I’ll f-fall.” Mac is staring at the water below them, breaths short and shaky.

“No, I’m not going to let you.” Jack twists his fingers into Mac’s belt. “Listen. I’m holding onto the mast, and I’m holding onto you. So let go of the sail and come toward me, slowly.”

Mac finally, slowly, removes his stiff fingers from the sail and begins creeping toward Jack. Jack edges along, working their way toward the mast and the ratlines. If he can get Mac to the point where he can get his feet on the rope netting, maybe the kid will feel comfortable enough to come down.

The mast groans ominously. They’re still halfway up. Jack forces his feet and fingers to move faster. “Mac, we have to get down. Now.”

The next wave rolls them dangerously far to the side. Jack hears the deep, rending pop of the heartwood cracking. The mast is going over any second. They’re still fairly high above the deck, but Jack has a plan. He grabs one of the ropes dangling free and lets go of the netting he’s been scrambling down. “Mac! Hold onto me!” The kid looks absolutely petrified, but to his credit, he does, letting go of the rope and clutching Jack’s sodden coat in a death grip.

The ship pitches, the mast snaps and begins to fall, and Jack swings them both out of the way of the descending beams, rolling them onto the deck as it rises up to meet them with the waves.

Jack pulls Mac out of the way of the falling timbers, both of them sliding across the deck, crashing into the walls of the stern cabin as the mast, like a massive tree, topples sideways, falling with its canvas and ropes into the raging surf.

The men grab hatchets and start chopping off the ropes still holding the mast to the ship. If they don’t cut it loose it will drag them all down.

Jack shudders. If he hadn’t noticed that Mac was in trouble...Mac would still have been up there when the mast fell, possibly Charlie as well. And they still would have needed to cut the mast away. Jack can’t bear to think of how horrible it would be to have left either or both of those men to drown in the storm.

Beside him, Mac is shaking violently. Jack thinks it’s from the icy rain, but then he hears a soft, strangled sob. Mac is crying, tears running down his face with the rain. Jack puts his arm around the kid’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you inside and dry.”

“I’m sorry,” Mac gasps, fingers wrapping around the tin mug of tea Bozer hands him. “I’m afraid of heights.”

“What did you go up there for?” Jack asks.

“You said you needed everyone who could help securing the sails.” He shivers, and Jack can’t tell if it’s because he’s soaked to the bone, or because he’s still terrified. “I’d read about it…”

“And you thought because you’d memorized the correct procedure while sitting safely in your chair, you were qualified to go into the rigging in a storm and attempt it?” Jack shakes his head. “Mac, I know how much you love learning everything from every book you can get your hands on, but at sea, nothing is the way it looks in those diagrams. Wet canvas being dragged every which way by the wind isn’t anything like a couple of pages of paper and ink. There’s never a perfect way to do anything we do out here. That’s something that people who spend their lives at sea learn slowly. You start to feel it in your bones, it’s not up in your head.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No one’s hurt, or dead. But the next time, leave the handling of the ship to the people who know her.” Mac flinches, and his eyes go glassy with tears again. Jack sighs. Curse his blunt sailor’s personality. “Mac, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be harsh. But...you have to understand, the sea is a harsh place. It requires respect. To treat it as if you can understand it is to ask for disaster.” Jack puts his hands on Mac’s shoulders gently. “You saw them cut the mast away when it fell?” Mac nods. “If you had been unable to climb down, that mast would have fallen with you still on it. And to save the ship, we would have had to cut it free, just the same.” Now Jack is the one blinking back tears. Mac swallows and looks up at him.

“And if it had fallen with you and me there, they would have had to do the same,” he says quietly. “Why didn’t you just let me fall?”

Jack wakes out of a nightmare of the mast falling before his eyes, Mac still clinging to the sail. Of watching his men hack away the ropes, of taking a hatchet and joining them. Watching Mac’s desperation turn to resignation, until a wave sweeps him and the mast out of sight forever.

Would I have risked the ship to save him? It scares Jack that he honestly can’t answer that question. A good captain is always supposed to make the choice that protects the greatest number of lives. If, to try to save one person, he let the mast drag them and capsize the entire ship, it would be one of the most utterly stupid choices in British Naval history. And yet he can’t tell himself he would have cut Mac adrift to die in the storm. What makes a scrawny little scientist so important to me?

#macgyver au #master and commander au #my edit #thistle writes

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katurrade · 6 years ago

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Secrets and Sins 9

This is not your normal TRR story. This is a complete AU. A mobster AU. Hopefully you enjoy this, it’s dark and twisted, but should be a fun ride. It’s also written in a reader format, not a MC format. (Y/N = Your Name. Y/L/N = Your Last Name) Enjoy!

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye. Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,080 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Liam x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Possible NSFW content in later chapters. Flashbacks of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse. Possible triggering thoughts and feelings. Probably more warnings to come.

A/N: *throws canon out the damn window* YEET.

Here it is! The second half of Liams POV. The next chapter will be back to readers side of the story, I decided not to go into detail about Liams side of their talk in his kitchen and he was pretty upfront and open with the reader, so I figured his side of that talk would be basically the same as the readers. So seemed pointless. Hope you enjoy this part!

5 days ago.

“So did you get a chance to see her yesterday?” Liam heard and looked up from his desk to see Drake, arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe with a smirk on his face. He chuckled and looked back down at his work “I did.”

Drake started to walk into the room “And?” He prompted. Which made Liam furrowed his brows “And what?”

“When’s the wedding?” He joked as he sat in a chair in front of Liams desk.

“You’re funny.” He replied flatly.

Drake chuckled “Okay, no wedding plans yet, got it. So then when’s the first date?”

Liam just ignored him. Then Drake sat up straight in his chair, eyes wide “Please tell me you at least asked her out?”

Liam scrunched up his nose but continued to keep his eyes on his work “Not yet.”

Drake groaned loudly as he slumped back in his chair. He was always so fucking dramatic. “You’ve been talking about her non-stop for days, I can’t even imagine how much you’ve been thinking about her and you didn’t even ask her out?”

He finally looked up from his work to glare at his friend “What are you even doing here Drake?” He asked, annoyedly.

Drake just shrugged “Got nothing better to do.”

“You need a hobby.” He shook his head then paused to look at his best friend again “or a girlfriend.” He laughed.

Now it was Drakes turn to scrunch up his nose “No thank you. Not interested.”

“No,” he leaned back in his chair to give Drake his full attention “Not even interested in a hot little red head?”

Drake gapped for a moment then quickly looked away to grumble “That ship sailed a long time ago.”

“Did it? Huh,” He pretended to ponder the thought “Is she seeing anyone right now?”

“No.”

“Has she been with anyone else recently?”

“No.”

He sat back up to refocus on his work again “Then looks like the ship is still very much in the dock. So stop being a little bitch and go fucking talk to her.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.” Drake scoffed.

“I haven’t known Y/N my whole life, I can’t just run in there all guns a blazin’. She isn’t like the other chicks, I have to play this right or she’ll bolt. You saw the photos. You know what her last relationship was like.”

“Oh, so we’re talking about a relationship now?” He paused then lowered her voice “You actually want one with her?”

He though it over for a moment, but the answer came quickly “I do.” He nodded. “There’s just something about her. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Wow, you do got it bad.” He shook his head “Do you have a game plan then? You know, to woo her?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“What do I look like, a fucking rookie?”

“I duno,” Drake shrugged “You were starting to for a bit there. I was beginning to lose faith in your Rhys charm ever coming back.” He laughed.

“Ha. Please. It never left.” He looked back up one more time, narrowing his eyes at his friend “Now, get the fuck out of my office and go talk to red.”

Drake put his hands up in mock surrender “Okay. Okay. I will,” He stood up and went to leave “just not today.” He laughed.

“You’re a chickenshit, Walker.”

“Pot calling kettle black.” He replied before he quickly exited the room. Leaving Liam to his peace and quiet once again. Or rather, his thoughts of Y/N. Liam shook his head then continued on with his work.

3 days ago.

“Hello” he said into his phone as he walked through his home.

“Good evening, Liam.” Bertrand responded. He was always so formal.

“Ah, Bertrand, have you come to a conclusion about our little chat?”

“We have, we will accept your offer.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear, I’ll be by tomorrow to finalize the paperwork. Say 4?”

“Sounds perfect. Talk to you then.”

“Yup.” He said then he hung up the phone.

2 days ago.

He found himself, once again, standing across the street from The Gilded Apple. Having received another quick update from Mara as to how things were going on her watch, he was about to head over to the pub, again. This was all starting to feel like deja vu to him now. He pushed open the doors and scanned the room, not seeing her anywhere, even though he knew she was working. He sighed then saw Drake sitting off to the side and wandered over to him. “Glad to see you finally took my advice. What was that..? 3 days ago..?” He joked.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” He said flatly as he took a sip of his drink before turning to face Liam “I actually came the day after we talked. But, speaking of taking others advice, you gunna finally make a move today or?” He smirked.

He narrowed his eyes at his friend “You’re cruisin’ Walker.”

He shrugged “Meh, I haven’t had a bruisin’ in a while. So I’m due for one. And bugging you about how fucking slow you’re taking is entirely worth it.” He laughed

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off.” he said as he looked around again “You seen her lately?”

“Ah, she was here a minute ago,” Drake peered around for a second before looking down at his watch “actually, I think she might be on her break.”

Liam looked down at his own watch and sighed, realizing he wouldn’t get to see her before his meeting “Okay, well I have to go meet with Bertrand now. Try to stay out of trouble.” He smirked as he turned to walk away.

“No promises.” Drake replied as he took another sip of it drink “Oh, I almost forgot to mention.”

Liam paused and turned back to look at him, expectantly.

He whispered “A little red birdy told me Y/N hasn’t been able to stop thinking or talking about you since the night at the club. So do with that what you will.” He waved his hand dismissively as if his intel was useless and non-important but then he smirked again “You’re welcome.”

“Good to know.” Liam smiled as he walked away. So she was thinking about him, just as much as he was about her. That changes things. Maybe he could go in all guns a blazin’. He pushed the thoughts out of his head as he headed upstairs to meet with Bertrand and Max. They finalized the numbers and the agreement, then they all signed the paperwork and it was all done. Liam offered just to walk himself out, as he wanted the chance to talk to Y/N, alone and uninterrupted. He walked through the door to first see Olivia leaning over Drake with a giant smile on her face. Clearly things with them were going well. Then he turned to see Y/N standing behind the bar looking towards Drake and Olivia. As he walked around the bar, he noticed her deep in thought with a frown on her face. Something about her being upset didn’t sit well with him. He never wanted to see her frown again, not if he could help it at least. “I’ll take that second drink now” he said once he was standing near her. She froze and slowly turned her head to look at him, a shocked expression on her face for a moment before she quickly corrected it. And without missing a beat she replied “Scotch. Neat?” He felt the smile break out on his face as he replayed Drakes words from earlier in his head ‘she hasn’t been able to stop thinking or talking about you’. Clearly that was true as.. “You remembered.” He whispered, not meaning to say it out loud but he got a little caught up in the moment. He was about to clear his throat and speak again when she started to blush and then shook her head. “Kind of hard to forget.”

And once again, she didn’t say anything about a drink, which again led him to believe she wasn’t talking about the drink. No, she was talking about him. And that made those same fluttery feelings he got at the club happen again. “Good.” He said firmly, his voice obviously effected by how he was feeling in this moment. She nodded her response then turned around to make his drink. He obviously liked her, and now he was sure she felt the same, thanks to Drake. So now he just needed to make his move. And he had the perfect idea of how to do it. He pulled his wallet out and took out a $10 dollar bill, which he then put on the bar before tucking his wallet away again. He reached for one of the bar stools to pull it out so he could sit, it made an awkward screeching noise as he did. He cringed slightly then sat down. Once she had finished making his drink, she turned to face him again and put the drink down in front of him. Her eyes looked over at the bill on the counter then her brows furrowed as she flicked her eyes up to meet his. He laughed at her reaction to him paying for his drink then shrugged his response.

“But you said..? I though we agreed that I still owed you one?” She asked.

“You do.” He replied as he picked up his drink with one hand and took a sip, while his other hand slid the bill across the bar top towards her. She stared at him for a few seconds before she went to pick up the bill, as she did her fingers lightly grazed his and it took everything in him to not reach out to take her hand right then and there. But luckily for him she pulled it away before he could as she held the bill up in front of him “Then why are you giving me this?”

He took one more sip of his drink before putting it down and leaning in so he could whisper his next words to her. She narrowed her eyes at him but then leaned in as well. Being this close to her without being allowed to touch her was torture for him, he hoped it was for her as well. He needed it to be. He had to make her want him enough to agree to his plans. So he lowered his voice and tried to sound as seductive as he could “Because I’ve just decided I’ll only accept payment for the second drink if you agree to a date with me,” he pulled away and picked up his drink before he leaned back in his chair, a smirk forming on his lips at her still narrowed eyes “Them’s the terms, love. Take it or leave it.”

She slowly stood back up and crossed her arms. “Oh, is that so?”

He chuckled at her sassiness, he liked how one minute she was flustered and awkward, then the next she was confident and sassy. The stark contrast made his head spin. But in all the right ways. “Yup.”

“And if I don’t agree to a date with you?”

“Then you still owe me,” He shrugged and took another sip of his drink “Which, if I might add, is not a fun place to be. So, what do you say?”

“Can I...” She paused for a moment, instantly back to flustered again. “Can I have some time to think about it?”

“Of course, but word to the wise, I’m not going to just go away. You’ll agree eventually,” he shrugged “So there really isn’t a point in fighting it for long. Just a waste of both of our time.”

She raised a questioning brow at him “How do you know I’ll agree ‘eventually’?”

He motioned for her to come closer, then he leaned in again and put his face directly beside hers, except this time closer then before. He caught a small whiff of her perfume and before he could stop himself he instinctively breathed in deeply to smell it more. Then slowly released the breath out before whispering “Because I know you want me just as bad as I want you. I can see it in your eyes.”

Then he pulled away to see her eyes closed for a second before they snapped open. She looked frozen in place, and entirely fluttered now. It didn’t take a genius to realize it was because what he had just said was true. He knew it and so did she. He decided now would be the perfect time to leave her wanting more. So he picked up his drink and finished it in one gulp before standing up. He was here to play the long game with her, and he was going to do just that. Take his time and make her want him. Crave him. Beg for him. And if he played this just right, she would reach that point in no time. He adjusted his suit jacket, knowing it was probably now crinkled thanks to all the leaning forwards and backwards. “Enjoy the rest of your shift, Y/N.” he said as he retrieved one of his business cards from his pocket then put it on the counter and slid it towards her “This is for when you realize you want that date.” he smirked. She didn’t say a word so he turned around and headed for the door, just as he opened it he looked back to see her still unmoved and silent. His job here was done. For now.

1 day ago.

He found himself driving down the road towards his house when his phone started ringing through the cars bluetooth. He looked down at the screen to see Drakes name appear, he clicked answer. “Hello” he said.

“Liam where are you? We have a major fucking problem.” Drake said quickly and Liam instantly tensed up at the panic in his friends voice.

“What’s going on?”

“I just got word from our informant that not only was her bounty upped, but the fucker knows where she is now.”

“What? How?” He growled.

“Liam, someone got photos of the two of you together at the club. And somehow they got back to him. He knows she’s here and the photos don’t look innocent. It looks like you guys are way closer then you actually are.”

“Fuck.” He slammed his hand into the steering wheel in anger “What did the fucker up it to?”

He heard Drake sigh over the phone “500K”

“This is not fucking good, Drake. A price that high will bring out the big guns. She isn’t safe now.”

“I know, so what are you going to do?”

He thought it over for a few moments then sighed himself as he realized he only had one option left to protect her “I’ll have to tell her. Everything. There’s no other way around it at this point.”

“Shit. Sorry man, I know this isn’t how you wanted this all to play out.”

“Shit happens. This is my fault, I have to fix it for her. She deserves that much.”

“Good luck, Rhys. Keep me posted.”

“Will do.” He said as he hit end on the call before hitting the speaker button.

“Call Mara.” He said then the car spoke back “Calling Mara now.”

It rang twice then she picked up. “Hey, Boss.” “Mara, we have a problem, where are you right now?” He said quickly. “Ah,” she paused for a second “She just left the Lee’s shop, heading home now. Why, what’s happening?”

“There is a bounty on her, and it just got raised. Please stay close to her, and send me her address.” There was a paused for a second before she responded “Shit. Okay. Will do, Boss.”

“Thank you Mara. See you shortly.”

“See ya.” She replied then he clicked end on the call and pulled over. His phone pinged with a new text and he quickly opened it then typed it into his NAV. Once he set the route he quickly pulled a U-Turn in the middle of the street, and started towards her place. After a few minutes he was about a block away from her apartment now when he noticed a commotion in front of the building that he believed was hers. He quickly pulled up in front and threw the car in park as he jumped out, slamming his door shut behind him. He saw Mara and Rashad fighting some giant dude off to the side and Y/N sitting on the steps looking down and rubbing the back of her head. Panic began to sink in at the sight, had Mara not been there, she would have been taken. He quickly ran towards her and as he did she whipped her head up and locked eyes with him. As he reached the bottom of her stairs she jumped up and flung herself at him. It happened so fast that he barely had a chance to realize what was going on, he tensed up at the sudden contact but quickly relaxed and wrapped his arms around her. She was safe. She was in his arms. He know that now she would remain safe. He had gotten to her in time. No one could hurt her now. No one could take her away from him now. After checking that she was alright and getting her into the car, which was a battle in itself, they made the short trip back to his place, he had been pretty angry most of the drive, the panic had given way to pure rage now, mainly at just how close he had come to losing her.

And sheer anger that her fucking ex was putting her through all of this shit. She didn’t deserve any of it. And it wasn’t just the bounty that pissed him off, but also just all the bullshit he had put her through. Laying a hand on her. Making her fear for her life. Making her flee across the damn county just to get away from him. All of it made Liams blood boil. Never again would anyone lay a fucking hand on her. He vowed to himself, right then and there, that if he ever came face to face with that fuck head, he’d kill him on the fucking spot. No hesitation. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to ever harm her again. To ever make her fear for her life. Not in his fucking city. Not on his fucking watch.

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dykedteach · 6 years ago

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okay here we go, episode 2 second watch

(I think this is my longest liveblog I’ve done, but then again I feel like this is the most emotional a tv episode has made me since I finished Black Sails so like?)

so uhhh they’re really gonna hide all the valuable people in the crypts huh, they’re really following through on that

“women and children first” to DIE??? I M EAN

i’ve been thinking about this non stop since i first watched the ep and my growing dread is nigh unstoppable, if i had any doubts that the winterfell dead might rise, their whole repeated thing of “everyone will be safe down there” shot them straight down

i’m lowkey annoyed we missed out on what would have been an incredibly awkward introduction scene between jaime and literally everyone, but i’m glad his “trial” didn’t drag out

i want sam’s opinion on dany’s bloodthirst vis a vis avenging her father BC LIKE????

“i’d do it all again” honey be QUIET

L O Y A L T Y

loyalty

l o yal t e a

lmao daenerys’ look of anger and disgust at brienne hopping to jaime’s defense alone makes me want her dead tbh

sansa being a better strategist, ruler, negotiator, and peacekeeper than both of her parents combined, is my weakness tbh

also He R aRmOuR drESs !!!!! what a LOOK!

d: “what does the warden of the north say about it?” j: [has dissociated solidly through the past six hours, is only now just realising it’s daylight and he’s in the great hall] uhhhhhhhhhhhh cool i guess?

tyrion finally breathing after daenerys lets jaime live is ridiculously endearing, i love the brothers’ relationship so much

baeworm death-glaring jaime is also ridiculously endearing tbh

i dig the gendarya love theme, i do i do i do

everyone keeps saying that the fact they had sex means one of them will die next ep but honestly? out of all the non jonerys pairings (missandei/greyworm, sam/gilly, jaime/brienne) i think they’re most likely to live through the battle, and the fact they have their own theme makes me doubt as well that they’ll end next episode

that poor guy who got in the way of arya and gendry’s dragonglass throwing foreplay, so close yikes

i can’t believe that out of everyone who bran has been weird to, jaime was the one to take his weird shit best

“how do you know there is an afterwards?” sd;kjlas

djkasljdak;lsd

asjd;lsakdla;sd

bran

bran stop

please be fuckin w us bran

this brotherly love scene is great and it hurts me to think it might be their last solo scene

although the way they keep talking about how sure they are they’ll die....idk? and with bronn on the way with his crossbow? to have both, or either, die at winterfell with the battle seems a waste. plus, one of them needs to be the valonqar so?

i’d be satisfied seeing a dead tyrion rip cersei apart though, i’ll admit that

JAIME GAZING AT BRIENNE INSTEAD OF LISTENING TO HIS BROTHER

pod has come so far in his fighting i love him so much i love brienne’s proud mama expression hes. he’s 100% going to die. for sure.

“we have never had a conversation that’s lasted this long without you insulting me, not once” KJASDKLASJDKALSJDALKSD

“i came to winterfell because...” Y OU LOVE HER DUMBASS

i still ship jorah with dany more than jon, fight me

i love the confirmation that all the bad blood between them is under the bridge, i love that he convinced her to make peace with tyrion and sansa, i love that he’s made peace with tyrion taking up his position, made peace with his house, with his relationship with his father...........

he’s absolutely toast and i hate it.

he’s going to die for dany with one last “khaleesi” and it’s going to break my heart

“we have other things in common” yeah you both have jon in your immediate family trees lmao

i’m confused by the “someone taller” comment, who’s she talking about? everyone else hurt her or betrayed her at some point. is it barristan? is it baeworm? it should be baeworm

ok so. i don’t need or want sansa to end up with anyone.

that said

if it had to be a man

my heart almost jumped out of my chest when she and theon hugged, i didn’t expect her to get this emotional at all, shit i didn’t expect MYSELF to get this emotional

HER TEARS

THEY BOTH NEED HUGS IM GLAD THEY GET HUGS

soup dad can’t die i forbid it

let’s talk about gilly for a second, how far she’s come, from a scared abused girl to a strong, caring, confident woman and mother, i’m so emotional please protect her

DAVOS ADOPTING CHILDREN LEFT RIGHT AND CENTRE

THE SHIREEN THEME PLAYING OVER THAT BIT IM ASJDKASDJ

i’m super surprised edd and beric survived the hearth, i thought there would be more of a fight there

LITTLE CROW

i know people crack ship them, but like, they’d almost be better suited than jon and daenerys

while i adore the idea of theon making amends for taking winterfell from bran by defending winterfell and protecting bran from the night king, i know in my heart that all it’s going to result in is a very dead theon (and probably a dead bran)

why do i feel like while well intentioned, having dragons near the godswood is.....a mistake

i’d love for bran and tyrion to both survive, i’d love to see them talk more as equals because they’re so similar intellectually (i know they had scenes when bran was a kid, but that doesn’t count)

missandei and greyworm are too good and pure for this earth, i want them to leave, i want them to go to naath and never come back, i want them to find a little house by the water and eat fruits and find missandei’s family and take in some stray children, some street cats to lay lazily on the stones of their porch, maybe missandei teaches the children of their village every morning under the rising sun, maybe greyworm becomes a tradesman, makes shoes or ale or binds books for the locals, they grow old and content together and the children they took into their home, now grown adults with their own children, bury them side by side underneath carved stones, i want them more than almost anyone to have a happy ever after because if anyone deserves it it’s those two

but there are dreams that cannot be

and greyworm is almost certain to die next episode

maybe missandei too, but i’m not sure

until then, i will live in my fantasy.

i love my nights watch boys, i love that they talk about grenn and pyp, i miss those lads

sam being the playful, banter-full, confident guy he is, i love him so much i’m so happy for him he better fucking survive (and maybe become lord of horn hill who knows? he has a wife and a son so ?

honestly the idea of tywin knowing jaime and tyrion are defending winterfell is so wonderful

ha ha h ah ah ah h a i love tyrion and jaime so much that i. i forget. temporarily. about tyrion’s first wife

brienne stopping pod from drinking and then tyrion just.......fuckin pouring a large one out for the lad

please, let him drink, it’ll be his last

davos is such an old man i love him

jaime looking between brienne and tormund with amusement is the best thing ever

davos’ concern over ten year old tormund hopping into bed with a giant is incredible. dad mode. always on dad mode.

hound’s not gonna die yet, not until cleganebowl, he’s safe next ep for sure. so he’s allowed to be a grumpy old git for a bit

beric is straight up gonna die tho

“might as well be at a bloody wedding” g o d i dont like that foreshadowing

beric is so cheery and amicable im gonna miss him

i’m so glad that they gave arya agency, and a sweet, un-sexploited, in-character sex scene, there’s so few really good sex scenes in this show and i’m glad she got one of them

(no matter how long i spent the first time around watching through my fingers and cringing, i KNOW she’s an adult and maisie is an adult but god she’s still such a kid in my eyes)

as soon as the gloves started coming off i screamed

he is a sweet sweet boy and i wouldn’t want my murdering badass fave to be with anyone else

i appreciate them showing her scars as part of it, i can’t quite put my finger on why but it was nice to see that

i feel like once i get over the weirdness of like, “hey that’s arya”, it’s probably one of the hotter sex scenes in the series? just for passion and use of consent and stuff

i can’t even begin to elaborate on how perfect brienne’s scene is

it’s immediately one of my favourite scenes in the whole show, i honestly don’t have the words

it’s better than any marriage vows that have been taken in the whole series, and to see brienne proud and happy is just...incredible.

the mormont scene i wanted!!!

this is such a touching scene between two of my faves, i want jorah and sam to be pals forever but i know its just....not happening

the fact that sam starts in the crypt but i know he ends up on the battlefield is....concerning to say the least

god. that song. that song is everything

im too in my feelings to care about jonerys, sorry

i can genuinely believe that jon loves her, and doesn’t care about the iron throne or any titles really for that matter. but the other way around? i’m not so sure.

ok so my survival list: dany, jon, sansa, tyrion

everyone else is at risk please pray for me

oh also i bought the download of Jenny and already cried to it three times this evening, so the credits are making it a round four

#laura watches game of thrones #this took me...two hours? to compile?

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