Heyyy :D
Im sorry to disrupt whatever you may be doing but can i have a Captain and Engineer fic of them being cute togather?btw you can ignore if you wnat to <3
oh hello! this was a pleasant surprise!
forgive me, this is days late (life was really busy) but i really wanted to try my hand at ISWM writing :)
you can read this as romantic or platonic btw, however you want! enjoy!
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In space, the stars never went away. For as much as Celci complained about all the windows installed on the Invincible II, they made it possible to see all the faraway specs of light, the occasional floating rock or two. There were times they even passed another planet, off in the distance.
The large floor-to-ceiling window in the control deck was the Captain’s favorite place to stare out from. Especially when everyone else went to sleep for the day, it gave them a sense of tranquility that contrasted so definitively from the hustle and bustle of keeping this ship and its crew in working order. Mark knew that if the Captain were anywhere, it would be there. He lit up when he saw them.
“Captain! Care for a drink?” Mark asked, smiling, as he swung around the control panel. He held two champagne glasses. This particular reset was a relatively peaceful one; the two of them, the Captain and he, had found a way to get the ship out of the wormhole without immediately dying. They lost some of the crew and frozen passengers but nothing compared to the other times the universe reset itself. A bit of celebration was in order and even then, Mark really wanted to share a dignified drink.
The Captain was indeed in front of the large window in the control deck. Their helmet covered their head, as it always did, but Mark knew them well enough. The way their shoulders were sagged even as their hands were cupped behind their back. The extremely slow rise and fall of their chest as they breathed. Frowning, Mark set the glasses down on the panel and asked, “Something on your mind, Captain?”
They turned and regarded him for a moment before speaking, soft and clear, “Do you think this is the one?”
Mark didn’t answer. They continued, “We’ve gotten out of the wormhole before and then it resets anyways. Later. How are we sure--”
“Captain.” Mark gently reached for their arm. “If it happens again, you’ll figure out a way. I know you will.”
He grabbed one of the champagne glasses and placed it firmly in the Captain’s open hand. Then, he grabbed a glass for himself and playfully hit it against the other. It made a clink! noise. Mark smiled, “You’re the captain! Nothing you can’t do, eh?”
The Captain stared at their glass for a moment. Mark maintained his smile and in a move he never saw coming, the Captain laughed. It was short but loud, relaxed but gleeful, and their free hand lifted up their helmet’s visor. Among the crew, it was nonexistent to see the Captain’s face but Mark knew them from way back and trust came with that longevity. The big smile the Captain had on their face was still the same as ever.
“Thank you, my engineer,” they said.
“Always, Captain. I was planning on just one drink but you seem like you need more. Wanna go raid Gunther’s stash?”
“He has a stash of alcohol on my ship?”
Mark winked. “You didn’t hear it from me.”
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