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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 3 years

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bro I sent the matt/kate ask and you gave me kate/frank feelings so like if you want to can I have that as well?

How dare you. i have been waiting for years to be asked about frankate (also i feel the need to clarify that this is very specifically Nazar-fic-Kate)

What was their first impression of each other?

“this fucking idiot” basically. they meet when Matt is chained to the roof and Kate is like “pls stop terrorizing my bf” and frank is like “your bf is a moron”

What is their ship name?

Frankate...frankkate? anything that’s a chess pun (bishop...castle...get it...)

in my WIPs they’re spooks and snipers

Describe their relationship dynamic.

Kate: FRANK NO

Frank: FRANK YES

it’s honestly a lot of philosophical discussions about killing people, Frank calling Kate out on her bullshit, and Kate acting as an impulse check. One of the BIG THINGS with this relationship is Kate realizing that Frank can and will kill someone if she asks him to, no questions asked, and that is both terrifying and a turn on. The fact that Frank trusts her moral compass so completely--he realizes that he’s a little fucked up when it comes to that, so he will look to her for the thumbs up/thumbs down kind of thing.

like. to the point Kate has to kick Frank out of a fancy Bishop party because if he stays she knows she’ll ask him to kill her dad and he WILL.

What was their relationship like before they got together?

once they got done bitching at each other over Daredevil (and Kate yelled at him a LOT) they worked pretty well together? Kate helped Frank figure out the drug smuggling thing (turns out Derek Bishop was involved with that). They would get each other coffee and check in with each other’s mental health. Frank is very soft with her, in a lot of ways. But also not, they did beat each other up at least once and Frank shot her very much on purpose but they always were fond of each other.

once they meet back up after Matt ~dies~ they’re....really, really good for each other. Kate feels like she’s able to be honest with Frank in a way she can’t be with anyone else, because what the hell could she say that would scandalize Frank? She doesn’t need to step lightly around him because Frank’s never stepped lightly in his life. Kate feeling like she has more leeway to be brutally honest around Frank means he feels freer to be honest around her, and she’s seen some shit so he respects her in a way he doesn’t respect a lot of people.

Kate gets to be angry around Frank in a way she can’t with anyone else, except maybe Clint, and that’s really important.

They both like coffee and dogs, i mean, what more do you need

How would they describe each other?

Kate: That asshole

Frank: fuckin’ fed

What do they love about each other?

absolutely nothing. they barely even know each other! what are you talking about?? go away.

they love how fighty the other is, even if it drives them crazy. the inability to leave well enough alone, the willingness to do stupid stuff together.

What do they have in common?

WEAPONS. Kate doesn’t use guns professionally but she does love going to a range every now and then. Kate knows bows and grenade launchers and long range rifles, but doesn’t care for handguns. so there’s a lot of very sexually charged shooting dates where Kate lets Frank put his hands on her and around her to correct her grip, and he knows she’s just letting him, for the most part, but they both like it. she teaches him how to use a bow, and he’s terrible. it doesn’t help that Kate smells really good and she’s very very close and he’s never going to need to know how to shoot a recurve, so he doesn’t feel bad about not paying attention. Kate has general gun knowledge so he gets super obscure stuff to teach her how to shoot. like a musket, or the kind of rifle you’d take down a hippo with, something with a shitton of recoil so he can brace her against him. He’s not a proud man, okay, he’ll take his excuses to hold Kate close in public wherever he can

Frank likes dressing Kate up in body armor and Kate likes dressing Frank up in sweaters and suits.

Also dogs. The have Lucky, and the dog Frank rescues. Kate names him something terrible. Like Charm (lucky and charm, get it?) or (apple) Jack (lucky charms and apple jacks) or Oberon

What are some differences between them?

Frank is very willing to kill. Kate is not. Frank is very mission-oriented--he’s a soldier, he gets a job, he does it. Kate’s been a leader, she’s worked with bureaucracy, she thinks about the optics of situations (yes it makes sense to have a shootout on the boardwalk but perhaps we could go to a less family-friendly location?)

What made them realize they were in love?

almost losing each other--or thinking they were almost losing each other. also, the day Sarah Lieberman kisses Frank. That’s when Frank has the realization of “okay, the kissing, that’s fine, but there’s actually someone specific I’d like to do this with” and with Kate it was more like “ (: i’m so happy ((: frank has found some happiness. i am not jealous of him kissing someone else (((: that would be silly”

What are their love languages?

so much physical affection. so much wound bandaging. Frank bringing Kate coffee to work or food to a stakeout. Beating up muggers together. Cooking together, they’re so disgustingly domestic. cuddling. all the time cuddling. hands in back pockets, pinkies linked, Frank just COCOONS her in bed (which is not to say Kate is always the little spoon. Frank loves being little spoon every now and then) they both get very octopus-limbed with each other. “if i’m plastered to you you can’t leave without me” kind of thing. they’re lowkey possessive

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

Frank proposes, but getting to that point is a team effort, yanno? They're out in LA and Kate's in the kitchen stock still because she's living??? With Frank castle??? And kind of has been for a WHILE? And Frank's wrestling with Lucky and Kate suddenly realizes she loves him so much and there's like pasta boiling on the stove and its domestic and unexciting and neither of them are bleeding and Kate sort of dazedly says “hey Frank, would you be interested in getting married someday?”

and Frank doesn’t answer, just rummages around in one of his bags, pulls out a small box that he tosses to her. Inside is a ring. “took you long enough,” he says

What would happen if they never met?

they’re both very sad and depressed. i feel like being with Kate gives Frank more moral nuance and being with Frank makes Kate rawer, in a way. So without each other, they are really closed off emotionally. Kind of frozen.

Who dies first? How does the other one react?

Woooof ok Frank probably dies first and Kate is fucking FURIOUS about it. It's not unexpected because hes the punisher for god's sake, and he's older than her by almost a decade but still

It could happen, though, that Kate dies first, sudden and unexpected. And Frank loses. His. Shit. Idk who kills her, Fisk or Masque or Russo or all three, but you can bet your ass Frank gets his bloody revenge. And he doesn't technically kill himself, but he's reckless and gets shot a lot and bleeds out on Kate's grave. Yeah.

Are there any love rivals?

BILLY RUSSO, Totes makes a move on Kate, and also he’s in love with Frank so there’s that.

Matt isn’t really a rival? In a perfect world they’re ot3 but do not ask me how we get from Matt pretending to be dead to a happy healthy polyamorous relationship, i don’t know

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

the pining! the mutual yearning! and both of them are like “this is not a good time for a relationship” and then the dumb jealousy! Frank is jealous of Billy Russo, who is trying to get Kate to work for him, and Kate is jealous of Micro’s wife, Sarah, when she kisses Frank, the YEARNING

What do other characters think about this relationship?

“What. the hap. is fuckening”

Micro gets it, he thinks they’re idiots and adorable af, you know, for people who are such deadly shots, but most of the people on Kate’s side of the equation just don’t get it or think Frank’s a rebound. America and Cassie are the first ones to realize he’s sticking around.

Karen’s not to sure about them, but she likes them both and thinks they’re good for each other.

Curtis think they’re both morons (fond) but in different ways so they balance out.

Most people on Frank’s side of the equation get it. People on Kate’s side are like “you went from self-castigating catholic lawyer to vengeance-fueled murder machine, are you ok?”

Describe or write a really fluffy scene!

ohhhh ok so this is. probably one of my favorite scenes ever. not because it’s particularly well-written, but because i like the idea behind it

Kate has her legs wrapped around Frank, her arms draped over his shoulders as they watch the sun set over the ocean. He is very much a person to drape oneself over.

"Frank," she says, a touch of reverence in her voice as the light catches something. "Frank."

"What?"

"You've got grey hair."

"The fuck? Seriously, Spook, you gotta point that out when we're doing the romantic thing?"

Kate wraps her hands around his skull, tipping it this way and that. It's hard to tell when he has it this short but—yeah. It's there. Kate swallows down an unexpected lump in her throat as Frank continues to bitch until she drapes herself more over his shoulder and turns his head so she can shut him up with a kiss.

Kisses.

A lot of kisses, actually.

"Jesus," he pulls back after a minute, the pad of his thumb rough on her cheek as he swipes at the moisture under her eyes. "You cryin' over some grey hairs?"

"I didn't think you'd stick around long enough for me to see them," she admits.

"Not goin' anywhere, Spook. You're stuck with me."

He's not getting it. Kate presses her forehead against his, her fingers finding the spot where a bullet entered his head and changed his life. "Frank, I didn't think you'd be alive long enough to get them."

Describe or write a really angsty scene!

how about matt comes back aftermath

“You’re not going to make me choose?” Kate’s voice slips out of neutral, into something like hope. Not the kind of thing she’d ever thought Frank would be suggesting, but--

“I’m not gonna make you choose, no.” He smiles at her, a wrong kind of smile, and turns slowly, heading towards the door. His hand is on the knob before her brain processes this enough to send words to her mouth.

“Where—what are you doing, Frank?”

He doesn’t face her. “I’m leaving.”

“You’re—leaving.” The words feel strange, they sour in her mouth and panic wraps brittle fingers around her throat, choking her. “Why—are you leaving?”

“I just said, Spook. Not gonna make you pick.”

Realization and rage burn through her, bright and quick. “So you’re leaving? You’re not making me choose because you’re doing the choosing for me?”

“That’s what you want.”

“No it’s not! Stop making decisions for me! I don’t—I don’t know what I want, yeah, but I know what I don’t want!”

“You told me you still love him. Best thing is for me to go.” He says it with no inflection, as if he wasn’t ripping Kate’s heart out and his too.

“No, I don’t want you to leave! You leaving is the opposite of what I want because what I want--” her voice breaks. “Is for you to stay. I don’t know what to do, but I don’t want you to leave, Frank. I love him, but he left me. He hurt me. And I love you, too. And I like you, which is more important, sometimes, and you helped me when I couldn’t find myself, you just—you let me be, you let me be angry and ugly and awful and you didn’t make me apologize for it or feel sorry about it, or guilty. And I owe you for that—that’s not why I want you to stay, but if you do stay because of it—god, that’s bad, right?” She takes a shaky breath. “Frank. Please stay. I want you to stay.”

Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.

Frank poses as Kate’s bodyguard when she’s Kate Bishop, heiress who doesn’t know self defense. They were at a party and Kate’s sister Susan was like “huh, you look a lot like mass murderer frank castle, there, pal.”

and of course frank says no he’s not he gets that a lot, and Susan gets right up close to him and says “i don’t care who you are, i just see how my little sister looks at you, and if you break her heart like the last guy did i will litigate your ass into the ground, sir. the GROUND”

also, like, an entire 1920s mafia au where derek is the man behind frank’s family being killed (which is why frank is working for him) and he’s kate’s bodyguard and he covers for her sneaking out and kicking ass

What does a typical date look like for them?

not to be basic but walking dogs and drinking coffee together. stopping a drug deal along the way. going to a shooting range.

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

Frank gets roped into being Kate’s backup on a SHIELD mission. Frank takes a shot at the target and Kate’s pissed because she was supposed to take the shot, and it’s this whole thing. About Kate being angry that Frank could have been made and Frank being angry that Kate wouldn’t take the shot, putting herself in danger, and both of them are just PISSED until they realize that both of them are just AFRAID and FRANTIC. they’re both just like “what would I do if something happened to you?? huh???

#Anonymous #kate bishop #hawkeye #young avengers #frank castle #frankate #my stuff #god i have a lot of feelings about these two #i am working on the other ones i PROMISE!!!

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ocsandallthatjazz · 4 years

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Hey... Jasper and Law for the ship meme

Oh, so we’re doing this nonsense, huh?

What was their first impression of each other?

Jasper wasn't impressed at first sight, he's seen plenty of pirate captains thinking they're hot stuff in his town. Since he makes his lie-detection abilities known early, Law is quick to see him as a potential asset for the crew and also thinks it could be fun to convert him to piracy.

What is their ship name?

Lawsper, katie was the first to use it lol

Describe their relationship dynamic.

They're both protective. And there's this domestic aura when they're interacting, it's not perfect and they're not trying to be, but there's a beautiful and natural messiness that is comfortable.

What was their relationship like before they got together?

Jasper is a trustworthy confidante for Law, someone who can keep an eye on outsiders for the betterment of the crew. Through this role, they develop a tough love type of friendship.

How would they describe each other?

Jasper: "He has a bigger heart than he's willing to show and that's kinda beautiful. Oh, he's also an idiot who thinks he's a genius." Law: "He's a crutch for everybody on the crew. If he's in your corner, you know it's probably the right decision."

What do they love about each other?

Jasper: How cute it is when Law's passed out on Bepo. His exhausted rants about how crazy their allies (cough friends cough) are. Law always taking the time out of his day for one conversation with Jasper, no matter how short, even if he's avoiding people. Law: His steady, calming presence. How Jasper will be comfortable and hug him while also telling him to man up and get his shit together. Also thinks his sweet tooth is endearing.

What do they have in common?

Enjoying caffeine more than they probably should. They also are both the worrying type and get jealous.

What are some differences between them?

Law is more of an independent wanderer, while Jasper prefers to stick with the group and gets nervous about splitting off.

What made them realize they were in love?

Jasper once said "Captain and Ophelia can fool around all day for all I care" and he felt himself lying, like a punch to the face. For Law, it's less that there's a specific moment, but more that after being official for a little bit, everything adds up and starts to really believe that Jasper isn't going anywhere, so he lets the love in.

What are their love languages?

Jasper uses acts of service and affirming words, while Law uses quality time and physical touch to be loving towards him.

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

They haven't given any indication of wanting marriage, but they're style reaches "we've been together so long, good luck separating us" levels.

What would happen if they never met?

Jasper wouldn't have found his excuse to leave Sabaody. Either Jasper would eventually save up to move to another island and another hospital, or he would've eventually snapped at the wrong person in his hometown and landed in serious trouble.

Who dies first? How does the other one react?

Probably Law, the "D." in him will only ever cause problems. Jasper would probably be stuck in a stage of anger for awhile, frustrated about the "what ifs." I don't know if he'd stay on the sea, he might go back to a normal job.

Are there any love rivals?

Ophelia is a thorn in Jasper's side and makes things very complicated.

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

Oh, bold of you. Every moment is my favorite and my least favorite. I haven't even hit it in canon yet, but right now I'd say reuniting on Zou because Jasper hasn't seen Law in months by that point and he's so relieved to see his captain alive and okay, as beat up as he is. All he wants to do is sit Law down and drag every detail of the fight out of him and make sure he's alright.

What do other characters think about this relationship?

Bepo is glad that there's someone else who wants to take care of Law. Shachi and Penguin enjoy the upgrade from making fun of the pining to making fun of the couple. I don't have the privilege of Ophelia's mind but I hope she gets a kick out of it.

Describe or write a really fluffy scene!

This is all more concept-like, but! The submarine is surfaced, so Jasper is relaxing in the sun on the deck. Law shows up and they banter about everything and nothing for awhile. It's a lighthearted moment they haven't really had since Law got dumped. Jasper eventually whips out one of his lollipops and Law says "Stop doing that to yourself, those taste like cough syrup." Jasper laughs and says that they're delicious and Law is just a coward. Law is silent for a moment before he grabs the collar of Jasper's shirt, dips his head down, and kisses him. After he pulls back, he says maybe it isn't too bad, before leaning down again.

Describe or write a really angsty scene!

This is a mess rn but it's been planned in my head for a long time. After Ophelia leaves, Law confronts Jasper for not warning him. He yells about betrayal and "Why didn't you tell me about her? You lied to me. You." Law is a mess but Jasper is just tired, but looks like a weight was just taken off his shoulders. Jasper fights back, makes his case. Law would've snapped at him for prying outside of crew business. "She did love you back then, how do I ruin the chance my captain's happy?" Law says it would've made a difference. Jasper says he's lying, no one can know that. The back and forth continues a bit longer until eventually Law has his head in his hands, tugging at his hair. Jasper sits down and leans into him. And they both feel in the wrong, and they both feel in the right.

Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.

In Jasper's early months on the crew, Law drags him away to spend the whole day making a silent code just for the two of them, full of subtle posture changes and finger taps so Jasper can warn him if there's a liar. It slowly grows to include other motions just for their own nonsense on the ship, makes it easier for Jasper to throw him snark from the other side of the room.

What does a typical date look like for them?

Nothing fancy at all, very laid back. It's less that they have dates and more that they just are dating. Honestly, a lot of self-care like catching up on sleep together. Walk around and pick up coffee if they're stopped at an island.

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

Treating Luffy after the war was a big period of bonding for them because since these were the first weeks of Jasper joining the crew, the pair was working together for the first time. It included the first instance of Law silently looking towards Jasper to get a read on a conversation. It built their early trust.

Write your own question. [here's one that came with another ask: what AUs can you see them in?]

Is it too cliche to say hospital au? Give me the Scrubs level comedy, give me like the Grey's Anatomy drama.

OTP Ask Game

#asks #queen-of-edolas #oc: jasper kodiak #ship: jasper x law #fandom: one piece #long post

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professortennant · 5 years

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Sam/Jack Rec List, Part 2

more fics since i put the part 1 list together. i hope you find something here you haven’t read or haven’t read in a while! if you have a favorite fic, send it my way! only 55 fics on this list!

AU:

The Love That Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger--AU exploration of a Stargate world where Sam has a kid: As she works to balance saving the planet with being a single mom to a sweet little girl, Jack finds himself accidentally falling in love with not one Carter, but two. This fic starts at the beginning of the series and takes a nice long meander through the first four seasons as Sam and Jack go from strangers to friends to something much more.

Infinite Possibilities: Doctor Carter/Jack AU.

Fleeting: Not long now, she thinks as she closes her eyes and tries not to scream. Not long now until she ceases to exist.

Chrysalis Unbound: (WIP) Doctor Carter AU. One day, in between the stars and a cluttered lab, she found herself without realising it.

Stranded/Off-World

Let The World Spin series--SG-1’s stranded off world. Some of them are having a more difficult time accepting it than others.

Past the Breakers and the Markers-- SG1 gets stranded off-world as they escape Anubis and Jack and Sam work through some unspoken feelings.

You Just Might Find--Sam and Jack, stranded. (How much do I want to summarize this: They lost everything . . . and found each other? LOTS.)

Jaunt to Paradise: A Stargate malfunction strands Colonel O’Neill and Major Carter in a cliché.

Work: Her hands were covered in dirt and whatever else was down on the ground around the guts of a DHD that had seen better days. They were light years from home. The thing between them was new enough that it still felt wrong when she moved away from him.

Post-Ep/Post-Movie

Continuum Interrupted: When Jack O'Neill is assigned to evaluate the threat Colonel Samantha Carter poses to his world he gets caught up in more then he could ever have imagined.

Desperate Times: As the unimaginative title suggests, this is a tag for Desperate Measures. This story picks up where the episode leaves off. Implied S/J, but this is not a romance. SG-1 has to get Sam home, and Sam has to come to terms with what happened.

Never: Post-Death Knell.

After the Storm: He doesn't call her and tell her he's making omelets with beer, they don't have stupid bets to see who can finish a crossword puzzle the fastest, he doesn't invite her to go fishing, and they rarely even end up in the commissary at the same time.(set around the events of 8.18, "Threads".)

Things Owed: Over the years they've sacrificed countless times for each other. Every once in a while, they try to repay their debts. A series of Ficlets carrying the same theme.

Strangers on a Train: It began with a train ride. Jack isn't sure he wants it to end. And he doesn't know why. Set during the vague "One Year" of Continuum.

The Principle of Cause and Effect: After the couple of days she'd had, she wanted nothing more than to lie there and breathe and think about nothing at all. (Post-Ep for Foothold)

Sleeping Beauty: Once upon a time, under a faraway mountain, there lay a Major in need of her Colonel. An AU of Divide and Conquer. One-Shot.

Supposition Series: This story is the first in a series of tags that, while sticking strictly to canon, explores the theory that Sam and Jack were engaged in a clandestine romance off-screen from Season 6 onward.

No Absolutions: If Carter dies, a part of him will die, and he’s not sure it’s a part he can live without. Post Upgrades Tag.

Dark Switch: It happens so fast. Post-100 Days/Shades of Grey.

Carter ex machina: Post-100 days.

three by five: post-fair game; the speech that jack never got to give

Minos Does Not Rule the Skies: The maiden flight of the USAFS Homer.

Aliens Made Them Do It/Talk About it:

No Holds Barred: Jack’s eyes snapped open and he popped up onto one elbow to eye his bedmate. He wondered who she was for only a millisecond, because he would know that blonde head of hair anywhere. Which meant he had a big problem, because he had no idea how he ended up in bed with Major Samantha Carter.

Hope Lights: After a difficult few months, SG-1 is sent to a planet in order to attend its most important festival. During the proceedings, Jack and Sam find themselves alone for a while - giving them time to say things that need to be said. Jack/Sam angsty-fluffery-guttery Ship with a hint of Christmassy goodness.

Barrier: (technically alien tech made them talk about it) When Colonel O’Neill is placed in harm’s way by an abandoned, automated defense system on a deserted planet, Major Carter must work against the clock to free him. Her actions may change things between them forever.

A Drink From the Lotus Chalice: A powerful being turns the lives of everyone on SG-1 upside-down. Be careful what you wish for...

The Rite of Rarevanu: When Sam and Jack are forced to participate in an off-world ritual, things between them get heated.

Memory May Be Paradise: While on an alien planet, Jack picks up a nasty case of amnesia. At first lost, he must be found and then he must tackle the issue of his missing memories and what that means for his position on SG-1 and for his relationships.

Overload: He’s trying really hard not to think about the fact that he’s in bed with Carter, and she’s not wearing any pants.

A Little Knowledge is a Dangerous Thing: All in all, it could be worse.

No idea how to categorize these:

Close: They work together day after day, side by side, mission after mission. It's only a matter of time before events from the past return to haunt them. When they find themselves alone and too close, can they keep their honor intact, or will they succumb to their deepest wants? Sam/Jack ship. (Season 5-ish.)

Cause a Day Can Get So Long: Jack and Sam hang out on planet Earth.

Plan C Series: Sam throws her back out the same week the Colonel is scheduled for his third knee surgery.

Reflection of Us: I often think about the duplicates and wonder what their story is, and how they came to terms with their exile and the fact that they're no longer human, but machine. Anyway, I figure they deserve a bit of happiness!

Clocking Out: It’s Jack’s last day at the SGC. Naturally, something goes horribly wrong.

Let Go and Hold On: With the team moving on to new assignments after the defeat of the Replicators and the Goa'uld, SG1 reunites for one last mission while Sam and Jack wonder if it's too late for them

A Brother, His Sister, and her Jack: Mark and Jack have the chance to talk while waiting for Sam to recover.

Falling: Sam and Jack and a "close shave."

Four Times/Five Times

Out Go the Lights--4 closets and a happy ending.

Five Times They Visited Boring Planets: Not every planet is a thrill ride.

Five Times They Met In Another Life: ...And Then One More Time They Also Met in Another Life

Five Times Sam Gets Married

Five Times O’Neill Thought Carter Was Beautiful (and one time he told her)

Embrace Me: This came about from a discussion on the GW Family thread about the great hug Sam and Jack shared in Threads. Somebody, I don’t remember who, asked us to think of other times they might have shared that kind of hug. This is my response. S/J.

Five Christmases

Set in S9/10 and/or post-series:

Domesticated Equines: Sam and Jack’s first year of marriage.

This Close: Jack’s last mission doesn’t go quite the way they planned.

Bygones: He doesn't say much, at least not the words that she specifically wants to hear. Jack's more a man of action. Even knowing this, it takes another woman to make Sam understand how he really feels. Sam/Jack established relationship. Unabashedly romantic/fluffy/kind of angsty.

Ticked Off: Jack is just as ticked off as I am that Sam got bumped from command of SG1, but Sam calms him down.

Fine With It: Jack’s with another woman and Sara is fine with it.

Winter Solace: Sequel to Fine With It

Taxi Service: When Cam, Teal'c, Daniel, and Vala get themselves captured on what was supposed to be a simple mission, it's up to Sam and Jack to mount an equally simple rescue. An alternate version of Bad Guys.

Out of the Ashes: Jack is left to pick up the pieces of his broken life after Sam and the Hammond disappear. Post SGU premier episode but there should be no spoilers here.

#sam x jack #sg1 fic #stargate fic #rec list #stargate sg1 #sg1 #fic rec list

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monsterfluffandstuff · 5 years

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Philippa(reader) and Rowan (humanoid unicorns)

~This is a lovely, fluffy commission for @tinseltina for two unicorn OCs. Originally their names were Greta and Alphonse but i was really given free reign with most of this one. It is SFW and a teeny bit angsty, but don’t worry, there are always happy endings when I get my way.~

You were ushered into a room and pushed behind a modesty screen, as your dressers helped you into a lovely silk gown. The gown was generously sized to fit your curves, and you remembered the seamstress remarking about it, jealousy made people say the most interesting things. Such nasty words were forgotten, however, the moment you saw yourself in the looking glass. The light blue complimented your mane very well. It was such an inky black that it looked blue in the light. It was the signature of your lineage, your mother had been elated when you had inherited it, you however longed for something different, something brighter.

You watched the hairdresser style it up with a few curls hanging down, as was the fashion. Some lovely pearl clips were the final touches. Your horn was noticeably devoid of decoration, as every adornment carried a meaning. This ball was your introduction to society, having come of age only weeks before; you were not expected to have any rings.

As you entered the grand hall of Emerson house, the home of a generous local Lord, few people even seemed to notice you. This was not surprising as your family, though strong and industrious, were seen as lesser. Your parents had made their fortune and earned their titles, and while you saw only their hard work, others couldn’t shake the stigma.

When you arrived at the head of the hall, your father pulled you toward the band and called for the music to stop.

“My friends, it is time. Tonight, I am honored to introduce to you all, my daughter. Lady Philippa Cimarron!”

There was a smattering of applause and some bowing heads, you could see horns bobbing all over the room. The rings of status did not go unnoticed. There were captains of industry, war heroes, even a few artists. Every so often you would see a ring denoting a higher status, but you had not expected many. The rich loved to rub elbows with the titled but those of higher ranks didn’t often attend such affairs. You stood still as your first ring was affixed to your horn, a lovely silver one with small seed pearls and one large black pearl. This one symbolized your new title and your lineage. Your parents, had made their money and earned their titles thanks to the oceans. They had designed this ring of status to reflect that

The music resumed as did the gossiping, you were brought to acquaintance after acquaintance, for more personal introductions. You knew that most young ladies would be bubbling with joy on the eve of their coming out, but you just wanted to have a drink, stuff yourself with hors d'oeuvres and settle in to a nice book.

The time grew late, and you could see the delicate apple fritters calling your name, when someone literally called your name.

“Lady Cimarron, a pleasure, I’ve been trying to get a moment with you all evening”

You turned to find yourself face to horn with a lord.

“Oh, My lord, my apologies, I’ve been engaged all night. I believe we have not been properly introduced”

Just then your mother swooped in from who knows where, to make introductions, and silently correct your posture.

“Oh my dear, I’ve been looking everywhere for you-“

A fib, you had been standing off to the side, eyeing those fritters for a good fifteen minutes, and she had passed you. Twice.

“My lord, this is my daughter, Lady Philippa Cimarron, Pip, this is Lord Rowan Cavallo.”

And like a gust of wind she was gone.

“My lady, could I trouble you for a dance?”

This was the first time you had really looked at his Lordship and he was handsome. A strong nose and chin, lovely long eyelashes, and his mane and hide were both red as ripe cherries. He was a bit shorter than you, but his family were well known to be of small hearty stock.

You could feel a blush starting to creep up your face, as you realized you had been staring without saying anything at all. You finally opened your mouth and prayed nothing embarrassing would come out.

“It would be no trouble at all, Sir”

Nailed it.

The dancefloor was sparsely populated, and you two became the buzz of the party. A Cimarron with a Cavallo? You could hear eyes widening, mouths gaping, and it made you smile.

His height, which you hadn’t factored in, was not much of an issue. Certain moves were more difficult, but he was light on his feet, and graceful as any dancer you’d seen. It was the highlight of the evening. You did leave the dancefloor, eventually, and Rowan escorted you to the table you had been eyeing so fervently.

“Some refreshment, Lady Philippa?”

“Oh please don’t call me that, I’m not at all used to it, just call me-“

“Pip?” He smiled and handed you a glass full of rum punch, he carried one as well, and a plate of apple fritters, stacked high. You nodded, looking away, the nickname was maybe a bit childish, but you preferred it to the alternative.

“Shall we go to the balcony, I believe tonight is a full moon?”

You were looking longingly at the platter of fritters, but nodded and allowed him to escort you, arm in arm, to the open double doors that led outside.

Once away from the party, mostly out of the scope of prying eyes, he offered you an apple fritter. You could have kissed him for that alone but settled for a smile and whispered thanks.

“So do you have any childhood nicknames I can leverage against you, or did you grow up free of such shackles?”

He laughed, it was a warm and lovely sound, that felt like home. That made you smile wider.

“Oh, more than I can remember. I am the tallest of the runts, at one point my older brother called me “Fetch” because I was the one to fetch things off high shelves for him.”

You tried to suppress a giggle but failed miserably.

“Well I wouldn’t want to call you that, as ironic as it would be”

He feigned shock and tossed you another fritter, which you caught, without dropping even a crumb on your dress.

“Well how about Red. Unimaginative, I know, but it suits me”

Anything unimaginative did not suit him at all. He was so…colorful, both literally and figuratively. His brassy hide made your grey freckled one look so drab. But if he noticed, he didn’t show it, he looked at you like you held the moon betwixt your fingertips and you could not figure out why.

“How about I just stick to Rowan, it suits you too, and I like how it sounds”

You agreed. Rowan and Pip, though he would call you Pippy to get on your nerves, never mind that you actually loved it when he did.

~~~~~

After fritters on the balcony there were many more occasions for you to see His Lordship. Every time you did it was like your birthday came early. Rowan often brought you gifts, small trinkets, odd baubles. Usually it was something useful, like hair pins, or new sewing needles. Sometimes they were more unusual.

There was the time he brought you a pendant, fashioned out of a fossilized invertebrate. Or the time you arrived home from a few weeks away, to find him, far into your garden, bedecked in a beekeeping outfit with a half a dozen hives. He had a kit for you, unbelievably it fit, a bit too well in fact. Your assets were emphasized in a way most scandalous, and you swore you caught him looking at your rear, more than once. But the honey you harvested was the sweetest you had ever tasted, and you thanked him profusely.

For the anniversary of your meeting, you were gifted a looking glass. The handle was inlaid with mother of pearl, the glass itself was an odd tint. Rowan had warned you that it held more secrets than you could know. You had smiled, thinking it must have been him waxing poetic.

A fortnight later, you were as ill as you could remember. All you wanted was to hear him laugh, talk to him a bit. You missed his fiery spirit and infectious happiness. But he was out on business, some five hundred miles away, as opposed to the five miles down the road, where Emerson place sat.

As you held up the glass he had given you, to admire it, as much as to see how you had begun to flush, your face changed. As real as the horn on your head, Rowan was there, in the looking glass.

You shrieked but no noise came out. His face was in his hands, and he seemed to be whispering to himself. After a few minute you called out his name, needing to know just how far this fever dream would take you.

“Rowan are you there?”

He looked up with a start and picked up whatever must have been broadcasting his image into your bedroom.

“Pippy, dear, you’ve finally figured out the glass, I see. And not a moment too soon, you look-“

“Awful?”

You supplied, in the most pitiful tone. To your ears, you almost sounded like a braying basset hound.

“No, never that, but certainly pale. What is it, some summer gripe? I hate that I’m so far from you, If I were there-“

You smiled at his anxious face.

“You would what? Damn all social norms and expectations and burst into my room in the dead of night, ready to be my nursemaid? Or would you cart me off to a far away oasis to convalesce in finery? Rowan there isn’t much of anything you could do, don’t feel bad.”

He seemed wistful, then spoke.

“No, dear Pip. As much as I might like to, I would restrain myself, and wait to call upon you at a decent hour. Then I would make you tea with that lovely honey from your hives, and some honey tarts too. And while you ate and drank your fill I would read you all your favorite books until you fell asleep by the fire. Like in winter when your bed was just too cold, and the chair by the hearth was just right. I called upon you to find you asleep with a volume of Chaucer splayed on your chest”

The blush on your face overtook the pallor, and you almost covered the looking glass.

~~~~~

It was then that you realized you were in love with Rowan. You swore it could never be, what would people say, his family most of all. There was no happy ending with him. At least none that you could see. His family had already sniffed at his decision to see you, in lieu of looking for a bride.

You decided, however, that you didn’t give a good god damn. Even if you couldn’t marry, you’d love him like no one else.

When he arrived back, he called on you. You locked your doors and pulled him onto your balcony. You talked briefly, and when he left you kissed him. He said nothing but kissed your cheek before departing.

He called on you more often after that. Your time together was spent in increasingly intimate ways, moonlight walks in the garden. Sitting nestled in private, reading poetry to one another. There was a spark to each touch, every uttered word, that told of a love so deep and overwhelming. Some of the touches themselves were overwhelming, as he seemed to show a never-ending fondness for caressing your curves and whispering sweet things about his favorite parts of you.

Each time the goodbyes became longer, the kisses more intimate. He always seemed to taste of apples and honey and you craved those kisses. You felt warm and lightheaded, and all you knew was that you wanted more. You never wanted to let go, but oh, how lovely it was when you were reunited. It could have been a week, or an hour and you would still feel as if an eternity had passed, and on seeing you again he would wrap you up in another hug or pull you into his lap to be doted on and cherished.

When he was away for business or just couldn’t find the time to call, he would call to you from your glass. You spent many nights, cuddled up with that looking glass, listening to him read, wishing to hold him in your arms. Perhaps even thinking some terribly untoward things.

~~~~~~

After this had gone on for many weeks you realized that you had never defined what this was, this entanglement you found yourself in. It was not an engagement, as such, but there were whispers of the young lord and his lady friend. There were people speculating on how long it would take for you to “start showing” which you found in poor taste. And as much as you loved him, the rumors irked you, and worried your father. Your mother was at least oblivious, focusing on finding matches for your elder sisters.

The final straw came when his Dowager grandmother came calling. He was abroad again, and she accused you of entrapping him, with magic, and forbade you to see hm again.

You were hurt, offended, and down-right pissed. It was then that you decided to attempt the impossible. You would invite him to tea and give him an ultimatum. Engagement or a return to platonic normalcy.

The following morning you awoke, resolved in your decision. At breakfast, however, before you could ask your mother to pass the jam, she was bursting with “good news”.

“Oh Pip, did you hear? One of the Cavallos, the young one with the red hair. The family announced an engagement. Some lovely young thing, met her while they were all abroad, set up by a cousin apparently. Isn’t it so nice? They plan to wed this month, at Emmerson place, and we’ve all been invited”

You didn’t want jam anymore, or tea, or even apple fritters. You hoped you never ate another apple, or drop of honey, in your life. You hadn’t expected him to choose before you even offered up the options. Later that evening you fell ill, and this strange mystery ailment kept you confined to the chair by your hearth, reading until your eyes burned. Sleep did not come easily that night.

The last week of Rowans trip, you refused to use the looking glass, keeping it under a piece of black cloth. You were in a kind of mourning, as this would be the most painful loss of your young life.

~~~~~~~

The month leading up to the wedding dragged on, days bled into one another and you could hardly find a reason to get up. You seemed to take ill for days at a time and no one could find the cause. Doctors were called, nurses hired, but you turned them all away. Rowan came calling but you refused to see him. If the passage of time had been known to you, you would have realized that he had called on you every day since he returned. Sometimes twice. But you saw no one. You would keep your bees and read your books and you would do it alone.

The day before the wedding you awoke before the sun, with burning questions. Why? Why now, why so sudden, why didn’t he tell you? You looked to the mirror, begging it for answers and in it you saw Rowan, awake, writing out a letter to you. You vowed to get your answers.

You bathed, dressed, and did your hair. As you placed the final pearl clip there was a knock. You answered knowing already who it would be.

Rowan had delivered a letter, inviting you to tea that afternoon.

“For whatever I did, I am sorry. Please come.”

You sent a reply, that you would indeed be there.

“You did nothing, I was just unwell”

When you arrived, you heard laughter. Rowans lovely laugh, warm as a fire and familiar as your favorite chair. Another, sweet as your honey, light as fresh whipped cream. That would be her, you supposed.

As you entered the grand hall, you were led to the balcony where you were awaited. Rowan jumped up. This was where your friendship, your love for him, began. You felt like a kicked pup until you looked at him. Rowan looked at you and nothing else. He seemed awed, as a man seeing a sunset for the first time.

You held out your arms, he almost tripped over his feet wrapping you in a hug so lovely and tight you knew you would miss it the moment he let go, but he didn’t. From then on, he seemed to be constantly touching you.

“Pippy, it’s so good to see you” he said as he continued holding your hand, it seemed inappropriate in front of his fiancé, but you wouldn’t complain.

“I’ve missed you, Rowan, I’m sorry it’s been so long. The illness, I just couldn’t seem to shake. Finally it is resolved”

He took your hand in both of his and looked into your eyes.

“Oh, Pip, you know I would have seen you no matter what, I’d brave anything for you”

He smiled warmly at you and your heart fluttered. Stupid heart. You looked away from him and remarked on the odd choice of location.

“Oh, I picked this balcony, so we could have fresh air and a view. I didn’t want you feeling cooped up”

You blushed and tried to look away again, but you only saw Her.

Lovely red mane, and cream-colored coat, she was a sight. Surely a fine lady, befitting his name.

“Rowan, we’ve been so rude, please introduce me to-‘

“Yes, of course, I’m terribly sorry”

He had seemed to have forgotten that anyone else was there.

“Pip, this is Elaine. Elaine, this is Lady Philippa Cimarron”

“A pleasure to meet you, Philippa.”

“The pleasure is mine, call me Pip”

Any friend, or lover, of Rowans was a friend of yours.

“Oh, please call me Lainie”

“Of course. Now if I’m not being too forward, could you pass me the marmalade, Lainie, I am famished.”

She gave you a smile, fresh and bright as a spring morning. Hell, you’d marry her if you were so inclined, and not in love with her betrothed.

“Only if you’ve brought some honey to share, Ro tells me that it’s the best he’s ever had”

You did bring a fresh pot of honey to share, a peace offering. But you refused the apple fritters that Rowan offered, you didn’t know if you could stomach the taste of apple. The three of you spent tea time talking up a storm, you learned all about where Rowan had been traveling, and he hinted that he had a surprise for you. Lainie seemed unbothered by this, insisting that you would love it.

But all you wanted was a moment alone, you could ask him why and this would all be over with.

“Like stars on a perfect night sky”

You heard Rowan remark, and he was once again not paying a bit of attention to anything else in the world but you.

“You are sickeningly sweet, you know?”

“Well some of us know how to flatter. But I know you prefer stoicism; your betrothed is evidence of that”

You were confused, when another fine lady entered the salon. She seemed to float, or glide, and you saw why. She was a Naga, with a long jeweled tail, not bedecked in the more modest fashion of the country. Was Lainie not Rowans wife-to-be?

“Oh hush, cousin. How was your meeting, my love?”

Cousin? Lainie was Rowan’s cousin? Not fiancé? You needed a strong drink and an explanation. The Naga hovered behind Lainie, hands on her shoulders, and placed a kiss on her horn.

“Oh it was lovely, dear, but I am afraid we must go finish our last errand. Flowers wait for no mortal”

“Flowers for the wedding tomorrow…your wedding?”

Lainie nodded excitedly.

“Yes, my dearest Opal is very particular when it comes to flowers and our florist backed out at the last moment, so we are forced to find something the day before our wedding.”

You found yourself overjoyed and feeling generous.

“Go to my estate, I have extensive gardens, all tended with love and greatest care. Tell them I sent you and you can have as many blossoms as you need”

Lainie looked elated and Opal seemed impressed. They thanked you and hurried off.

“That was a lovely thing you did, Pippy. I’ve missed your goodness, I’ve missed you.”

You wanted to reply in kind, but you stayed silent, still focused on the empty spot Lainie had previously occupied. You were still a bit in shock.

The young, redheaded Cavallo. Rowans cousin was the one being married, not him. You had almost thrown away the love of your life over some vague wording. You still didn’t deserve him. But damned if you would throw away even one more chance.

“Rowan are you in love with me?”

You looked to him to find him, mouth agape.

“I’ve loved you for so long, since you called me “Pip”, or maybe even since you asked me to dance”

He still did not speak, only he came to you, on his knees, and hugged your middle, carefully laying his head in your lap.

‘I have been yours since the moment you took my hand and let me lead you around the dancefloor”

“Pippy, Philippa, marry me, please?”

You shook your head and his face fell.

“I want to, Rowan, I do, but you need to know.”

So, you told him of your month of self-imposed exile, your massive misunderstanding. You told him of the ultimatum and his grandmother, her accusations.

He listened to every moment, every morsel of information. When you came to his family, he rose and took your hands in his. He pulled you to your feet and he kissed you like he’d been searching for you all his life. You didn’t ignore the roaming hands, one on your ass, fondling, one in your hair, tangled and tugging ever so slightly. You let out a whimper as he nipped your lip, you were undone. When he pulled away he asked you again.

“Pippy, just marry me, they can be damned for all I care. All I want is you”

You couldn’t speak for fear of the noise you’d make, so you nodded, smiling so wide your cheeks began to burn.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”

“The groping, or the proposing?”

You hung your arms about his neck and kissed his cheek.

“Would it be naughty to say both of them, in that order?”

“Rowan!”

He smirked, looking nothing short of devious.

“You asked, and if I’m honest, when I got to know you for who you are, that’s the moment I knew you were the only one I wanted, that I was in love. However, I was in lust the moment I saw your figure. The shape of you in that gown made me wish for you in my bed and little else. You can’t imagine what I have planned for our wedding night. I know a priest, it could be tonight if you are-“

You kissed him before he could say anything else. He still tasted of honey and apples.

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