You’re new to this - being responsible for men’s lives. But I know what the woman who leads this place is facing right now, the weight of her people’s wellfare on her shoulders. She will not let us leave this place alive. She simply won’t permit it.
“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” Dramoine
“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” Draco asked when Hermione pushed her plate away. Again. This was going on for days now and she had avoided the question at all costs. He was therefore really surprised when she spoke up."We need to talk."Draco put his fork down, all appetite suddenly gone. "What about?"Hermione took a deep breath and looked at him almost shyly, which was ridiculous as they were dating for over three years now, living together for two. She didn't have a reason to be shy."I am pregnant."Draco stared at her, frozen. "Are you sure?""Yes. I didn't want to tell you sooner because I wasn't certain, but now..."A wide smile spread over Draco's face and he stood up. "Come here," he said, walking the few steps around the table to pull her into an embrance. "That's wonderful news."Hermione looked up at him, still in his arms. "Aren't you angry? With us not being married and all that?"Draco chuckled and leaned down to silence her doubts with a light kiss. "What isn't yet, can be. I love you, Hermione Granger and I want to spend my life with you. I would propose on the spot, but I don't have a ring on me," he added a bit sheepishly.
2. “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”
I hope you like this, thank you for the prompt! <3 I changed the all-caps to italics instead because I like that better. This is set just before the shark date.
The doldrums, it seems, bring out the worst in everyone.
Silver is belowdecks, trying to scrounge up something, anything, to feed the men. He’s stressed and weak and hot and dizzy, and while normally he would have almost endless patience for Flint and his ranting, he just can’t bear to listen to him anymore in this moment. Flint is pacing - slowly, laboriously - in front of Silver, bemoaning their predicament and strategizing out loud how they’re going to deal with it.
“Maybe if the captain weren’t such a stubborn fucking arsehole, we wouldn’t be enduring this hell at all,” Silver says, interrupting Flint purposefully. He wants to take a jab at him, make him angry. Silver’s hackles are up, he’s despairing the current state of affairs, and misery does so love company.
Flint stops. Stares at Silver. He looks hollow, like he feels as rotten and strung out as Silver does. He says only, “What?”
“You heard me,” Silver says quietly, dangerously. He hasn’t put down the paring knife he was using just yet.
“Apologize,” Flint barks, although it isn’t nearly as sharp or intimidating as his usual bark. He’s weak, too, Silver can tell. “You can’t speak to me that way, quartermaster or no. I won’t tolerate insubordination, not even from you.”
“After everything you did, you’re asking me to apologize for snapping at you once?” Silver asks, agape. “How fucking dare you!” he exclaims, throwing down the knife in his hand with a dull thud. He makes his way over to Flint, feeling his bad leg aching dully as he does. It’s been hurting even more than usual lately, owing perhaps to his dehydration. The increased pain has done nothing to improve Silver’s temperament.
“Don’t test me, Silver,” Flint says lowly once they’re standing nose to nose, looking down at Silver through his eyelashes. “You won’t enjoy the result.”
“Are you threatening me?” Silver asks in much the same tone. “Because I’ve come up against much worse than the likes of you, Captain. You don’t scare me.”
Before things can escalate further, Silver feels a sudden wave of dizziness slam into him and his vision briefly goes black. When he comes back to himself, he’s on the floor, being cradled in Flint’s arms. It’s the most intimacy he’s felt in a long time.
“Hard to make myself seem strong and intimidating when I swoon into your arms like a blushing virgin,” Silver mutters, sitting up with Flint’s help. He groans, scrubbing both hands over his face. “How the fuck are we going to get out of this, Captain?”
“Together,” Flint says, with a certain grim determination that Silver can’t help but find attractive. “But we can’t keep snapping at each other, it isn’t good for us or the crew. It solves nothing. You and I, we just have to trust that somehow, some way, we’ll survive this.” He puts an arm around Silver’s shoulders and Silver leans into him, resting his head on him and closing his eyes.
The next day, there are sharks, and everything changes.
Would you please stop posting so many Luke Arnold images? The world can't handle so much beauty and I definitely am dying right over here... silently.... with hearts in my eyes... RIP because of hotness overload. And it's your fault (and Luke's tbh). *dead*
Nah, not gonna happen, there wasn’t enough pics of him around so I’m filling the void XD You’ll have to continue to die I’m afraid.
primal--scream replied to your post “hey serious question… is there like a statute of limitations when...”
Replying to comments is like a study in self torture. LOL. 'How do i say the same thing in twenty different ways to twenty different people without making it feel like a form letter.' And really people don't expect it for the most part I think. But if you feel like you should i don't think theres anything wrong with a simple thank you.
old-long-john replied to your post “hey serious question… is there like a statute of limitations when...”
I absolutely feel this in my bones. It's awful. I kind of accidentally stopped replying to comments about a year ago and now I'm too embarrassed to even look at them anymore.
unstatedmartini replied to your post “hey serious question… is there like a statute of limitations when...”
you definitely don't need to apologize! i don't think commenters expect immediate replies (or any replies necessarily). it's actually kind of nice to realize that authors still see and care about your comments a long time after you left them :)
ellelan replied to your post “hey serious question… is there like a statute of limitations when...”
don't worry about it! when you post more of your glorious fics we know you love us and appreciate the comments ❤️
arzani92 replied to your post “hey serious question… is there like a statute of limitations when...”
You could just link everyone to this post :* but seriously u don't have to be extra witty with your replies. You don't have to apologize either. Your fanfics are a wonderful Gift and our comments are a way to say "Thank you". And a Thank you doesn't need a reward, ever. Because that was given beforehand, not after.
y’all are the real fuckin MVPs, although @arzani92 it’s physically impossible for me not to try and same something witty. my family motto is “give me witticisms or give me death.”
but really, it’s nice to know that commenters don’t always expect replies/other writers are just as tortured by this as I am. i just keep seeing that post going around about how great fanfic is because people can comment and create an actual dialogue with content creators and i’m just sitting here like .... :||||||||
that being said, if you ambush me on tumblr messaging or send me an ask to have like an actual conversation, i’ll always respond. i don’t know why that format freaks me out less? i guess because it feels more casual and my typical “ahgfahgkdfhgjkahfgjhafdkjghahg THANK YOU!! FDGJHFDGJHFDJKG” reply seems more off the cuff and not like i spent three whole minutes perfecting the nicest looking keyboard smash to properly convey my gratitude, which i definitely have not done i swear
Es verwundert mich doch immer wieder wenn ich auf Tumblr auf jemanden treffe der Deutsch spricht ;-) wollte ich nur mal kurz anmerken und Hallo sagen, nach deinen Replies auf meine BS ramblings ^^
Moin!
Oh, es gibt mehr von uns, als man denkt. Wir sind überall. Da die deutsche Fan Community keine sinnvolle Plattform hat, tauchen wir halt alle unter...
“Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!” ShanksBenn
“Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!”Shanks stopped his drunken retelling of a story he had told about 200 times before immediately at Benn’s words.
“Seriously, captain. You sometimes need to let people finish their sentences, even if you are drunk,” Benn scolded him playfully, an affectionate smile on his lips. “But back to the point. You did great today. I know that you are angry at yourself for how things ended with that moron who attacked you, but you did what you had to. You protected both the village and yourself. It was the right thing to do.”
Shanks wasn’t looking at him, his eyes planted firmly on the wooden ground. “I know. It’s just that he reminded me of Buggy a bit too much.”
Benn sighed and sat down beside Shanks, wrapping an arm around him in comfort.
Shanks leaned into him. “Let’s get to bed. I think I’ve had enough.”
Benn smiled and pressed a soft kiss into his captain’s hair. “As you wish.”