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[warped-au]

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[d-ama-ien]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: In Space With Markiplier (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Head Engineer Mark/Y/N | The Captain (In Space With Markiplier) Characters: Head Engineer Mark (In Space with Markiplier), Y/N | The Captain (In Space with Markiplier), Gunther B. Gunnerson, Celcionna "CC" F. Kelvina, Mack | Theory Crew (In Space with Markiplier) Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, references to injury, references to death, Work In Progress, POV First Person, Gender Neutral Y/N | The Captain (In Space with Markiplier), Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Angst, Arguing Summary:

The Captain and the Head Engineer of The Invincible II need to take time and unpack the consequences of the warp core incident. Or, they at least need to start somewhere.

New chapter posted! Please be reminded that my works are restricted to registered archive users so be logged in when you go to read it.

[snoodles-and-egos]

Nap

The irony of doing a whole month of sleep prompts and then not sleeping is not lost on me.

Engineer (Marcus) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 316

Being head engineer on such a massive spaceship has been putting some serious strain on Marcus’ body, and it’s been hard for him to stay caught up on his sleep. You’d think that with the endless night sky he’d find it easy to sleep, but unfortunately that’s just not the case. His “nights” have been spent holed up in the workshop trying to piece together some equipment for the other members of the crew.

Due to these nights of inconsistent sleep, despite the fact that “night” is simply a simulation to keep everyone on a schedule, he has decidedly put a hammock under his workbench, just to lay down for a bit if he finds himself getting a little bit too tired to continue working with hazardous equipment. Today happened to be one of those times, so he climbs underneath and gets himself settled in. He’s stopped bothering with turning off the lights or putting a sign on the door to signify he’s sleeping. If he wakes up, oh well.

Somehow, he manages to get some actually restful sleep. He moves his arm to check his data pad, but finds it pinned down underneath something. His eyes peer open, and he sees you on top of him, deep in your own sleep. He freezes, before carefully worming his arm out from underneath you. Marcus considers getting up, but his full body fatigue and mental exhaustion makes a rather compelling argument to stay. So he wraps his arms around you, and uses his foot to push the hammock until it’s gently rocking the two of you.

Marcus figures that you too have been struggling with your sleep, and came looking for him. He’s just glad that he was a good enough excuse for you to take a nap. His heart melts when you just settle right in, cuddling up to him with a sigh. 

“Sleep well, captain.”

[l05t1nth3v01d]

Echo

head engineer!Mark × Captain(gn)

TW:death of character,angst,stabby stab but no mention of blood nor other graphic descriptions of the wound,bad writing

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Mark was trying to fix the warp core for who knows how long, several years must have passed by now.He didn't know how he survived this long without food and water,he just did.The engineer felt like he was going insane and it's all the captains fault,he couldn't remember why..but he just knew it must've been their fault,they're the reason why he is so miserable.Mark felt betrayed,he once looked up to his captain,even considered them a friend and maybe more with time.

When he thinks about them now all he sees is anger. It makes him feel like a fool that he thought that the captain was a good and caring person.They couldn't be anything less other than a monster after everything right?It's their fault.He hated them.He hated himself for once loving and trusting them.

He froze when he heard a noise he took notice of many times before,Mark slowly got up and turned around.

In front of him stood the captain,they looked beaten up and tired.Mark didn't care,not anymore. At least he thought he didn't.

He snatched the crystal from the captains palm just to get 'saved' by them, destroying the warp core,taking the last chance he had to save the universe and the ship away.He could've made things right,now it was too late.

The head-engineer yelled at them,told them to leave him alone.That they've done enough,that he hates them and wishes they would just explode and die for good.The captain didn't say anything,they never really did.The silence of the captain never bothered Mark but right now it just made him even more angry.The man turned around,rubbing his face,trying to collect himself.

The Captain slowly approached him and put a hand on his shoulder,the other yanked around and pushed them away.He  yelled at them again,on how they have no right to 'explain themselves' or 'try to make it right'.They tried again and again but Mark was losing it.

He picked up a sharp piece of metal that was lying beside the console,approaching the captain.They tried to back away and  calm him down again,but it was no use though.

The engineer was blinded by rage and pushed the other again,Mark held onto them, not realising that the piece of metal that he held in his other hand was now halfway sticking in the captains lower chest. As he proceeded to blame them,they themselves were in shock and held onto Mark.The man looked down to what he had done and let go of them apruptly.They slid down the wall and gripped the metal that was now a part of them.

Mark took the the scene in front of him in and felt physically ill.He didn't speak,didn't move,he couldn't think straight.

He felt the ship shaking,they both were about to die.

It didn't take him long to also realise that it wasn't the captains fault at all,HE designed the ship,HE built the warp core. It was his fault.

Now he wouldn't just have to die with knowing he killed the captain but also with the knowledge of how he caused all the pain and loss.Every universe he jumped through died because of him.He is the monster.

The Captain was shuffling around on the ground,trying their best to stop the bleeding,Mark snapped out of it and moved quickly over to them.They flinched and tried to move away.

The engineer apologised in tears,pleaded with them for forgiveness.He loved them at one point and he thinks he still does somehow.He felt absolutely awful.

After all the things he did,the Captain chose to forgive him,told him he couldn't have known and that it's ok.

Mark was frustrated.

How can they possibly be THIS understanding after he literally STABBED them,they are bleeding out right in front of him and they say 'its ok???'.

He tried to tell them that it's not okay and that everything,including their death, is his fault.

The Captain just patted the ground beside them,telling Mark to sit beside them and he cautiously did.

They didn't say anything more and just reached out for his hand,he took theirs and leaned onto them still in tears.

Mark didnt deserve this,he knew he didn't.

But both of their lives are about to end so it didn't matter anyways.He knows he deserved to die but the captain didn't.He wishes he could save them,give them the life they deserved.Now it's too late.

The ship exploded and ripped into pieces.

All the people,all the lives,all the memories that once were,were gone.

Everything was only an echo of what once was and could've been.

[d-ama-ien]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: In Space With Markiplier (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Head Engineer Mark/Y/N | The Captain (In Space With Markiplier) Characters: Head Engineer Mark (In Space with Markiplier), Y/N | The Captain (In Space with Markiplier), Gunther B. Gunnerson, Celcionna "CC" F. Kelvina, Mack | Theory Crew (In Space with Markiplier) Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, references to injury, references to death, Work In Progress, POV First Person, Gender Neutral Y/N | The Captain (In Space with Markiplier), Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Angst, Arguing Summary:

The Captain and the Head Engineer of The Invincible II need to take time and unpack the consequences of the warp core incident. Or, they at least need to start somewhere.

Final chapter posted! My fics are restricted to archive users only so please log in to read. If you enjoyed reading, let me know what you think :)

[d-ama-ien]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: In Space With Markiplier (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Head Engineer Mark/Y/N | The Captain (In Space With Markiplier) Characters: Head Engineer Mark (In Space with Markiplier), Y/N | The Captain (In Space with Markiplier), Gunther B. Gunnerson, Celcionna "CC" F. Kelvina, Mack | Theory Crew (In Space with Markiplier) Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, references to injury, references to death, Work In Progress, POV First Person, Gender Neutral Y/N | The Captain (In Space with Markiplier), Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Angst, Arguing Summary:

The Captain and the Head Engineer of The Invincible II need to take time and unpack the consequences of the warp core incident. Or, they at least need to start somewhere.

Chapter 6 is posted!! Please remember to be logged in to access the work. I hope you enjoy!

[snoodles-and-egos]

Moons

Soft angst comfort for the big werewolf boi.

Werewolf!Engineer x GN!Reader, TW: anxiety Words: 783

Looking out into space, the stars shift and move as the ship shoots past them, seeming slow only to those of you within its walls. The massive window on the main deck overlooks the planets and moon in the distance, and you catch yourself sipping your coffee as you admire the way their interstellar colors are like nothing you’ve ever seen back on Earth. It’s breathtaking, in a way.

Marcus stumbles out onto the main deck, stiffening when he sees you, visibly stressed. Something with the way his shoulders are tense, his knees locked, holding one hand behind his back.

“Marcus? Are you alright?”

“Uh- Captain! Funny seeing you here! Uh, yeah! Totally fine! See you around-”

“Marcus, get back here.”

He stops midstep, turning to face you, still keeping his hand hidden from your view. As you step towards him, you set your coffee cup down on the center console, reaching for his hand to hold.

“What’s going on? Why are you hiding your hand from me?”

His gaze doesn’t meet your eye, chewing the inside of his cheek as his head is bowed low. You duck to look him in the eye, connecting for a moment before he sighs. He pulls his hand out from behind his back, covered in fur and long claws protruding from the tips of his fingers.

“I started… shifting. Out here. I thought I’d be safe out here in the stars, but apparently werewolf curses don’t care if it’s your original moon or not. I was hoping to catch Celci, that she could ice me until we’re past the moons. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially not you…”

You reach up to cup his face, which he leans into with a soft sigh. Small scritches under his jaw, calming the anxieties you know are building up inside him. If there’s anything you’ve learned from your adventures through the warpcore wormholes with him, is that letting him know you’re not afraid of him will do him more good than whatever scheme his brain tries to convince him is the correct course of action.

“That big brain of yours is being loud again? With the thoughts?”

“Yeah…”

“Was there a timeline where you hurt me? In your wolf form?” “Well- no-”

“And yet you’ve been feeling guilty over things that were far less likely to happen in our timeline, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“No but’s, you will not hurt me, Marcus. Even if you don’t trust yourself, I trust you. Because I know that you’d rather let your anxiety eat you up inside before asking for my help because you think my involvement may put me at risk.”

“...I hate it when you’re right.”

“You’re my moon and stars, Marsbar. I should hope I’m right. Here, because I’m assuming being in here is not helping, let’s go to my quarters, get you comfortable, and we’ll figure out what to do, alright?”

“Yeah… yeah I’d like that.”

He takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your palm as he reaches for your coffee, intent on carrying it for you. He squeezes your hand a bit tighter, head on more of a swivel as he tries to anticipate any people that you may interact with.

“Breathe, Mars. It’s okay. Everything is alright. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. I just wish I trusted myself. I-”

He nearly drops your coffee mug, swooning off to the side like the two of you are on a rocking boat. You catch your coffee, squeezing his hand tight as he holds his head, fur visibly growing on his skin.

“C’mon, we’re almost there. Just a few more steps, out of the sight of others.”

You nearly have to drag him into the room, using your captainly strong muscles to pull him in before locking the room. He crumples onto the floor, holding his head as his form strains against his coveralls, slowly tearing them at the seams and revealing soft auburn hair with stark white patches beneath. You rub his back as his shifting continues, just assuring him and reminding him that you’re here with him.

“That’s it, it’s okay. Here- the bed will be far more comfortable.”

You pick up his torn clothes as he hops up onto your bed, circling a few times with a whine, covering his face with his paws. All you can think to do is sit with him, letting him wrap himself around you as you rub his snoot. He rests his head in your lap, softly whining, barely audible at all.

“It’s okay, Marcus. And I’ll do this any time we have a moon problem, I promise. Captain duties can always wait for you.”

[snoodles-and-egos]

Bakery

Pretend I posted this while today was still today. But in my defense, uh...

Engineer Marcus x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 648

Marcus squeezes your hand as you walk down the boulevard, looking into all the shops, doing a bit of window shopping. The smell of bread fills your nose, bringing your attention to a bakery down the way. He watches your gaze, smiling as he sees where your attention has gone.

“Hungry now, sunshine?”

You roll your eyes as he giggles, walking the two of you into the bakery as he holds the door open. The combined scents of cinnamon, sugar, and chocolate waft over you as you enter, a breath of warmth and comfort. Your eyes scan the baskets that hang on the shelves displaying the goods. A display case on the counter catches your attention, surprising you with the sheer amount of cookies, muffins, and baking squares. 

“If you think I’m walking out of here without a cookie, you’d be dead wrong.”

“Marcus, I’d be shocked if we manage to walk out of here with less than two dozen shoved into your pockets alone.”

He kisses your cheek, looking a little sheepish that you know him so well. You look over the baked goods, mulling over the selection that you’re wanting to make. Part of you want to make sure you’re not walking out with the entire bakery in your bags, but also, you did not jump through wormhole after wormhole to deny yourself a brownie. 

“Hello! How can I help you folks?”

Marcus walks up to the counter for the two of you, trailing his hand behind him as he tries to hold onto you for as long as he can.

“Oh we’re just looking for now, but I was wondering if you guys have any beverages to go with?”

“We have coffee? We can do some simple drinks but not too many modifications.”

“Just a couple black coffees would be amazing, is it alright that we take a bit longer to browse?”

“Perfectly fine! I’ll get those right out for the two of you.”

Marcus moves back into your orbit, wrapping his arms around you. Your hands reach up to gently touch his arms, chuckling quietly at his public affections.

“Couldn’t be away from me for too long, could you? Not even coffee can keep my sunspot away.”

“Nothing could keep me away, not after everything we did together.”

He looks down at your rings, smiling to himself. He had designed them himself, taking inspiration from the space where the two of you had met, making sure the gems shine as bright as stars. 

“Are you just going to get cookies? Or are you willing to try something else?”

“I’m open to other options, as long as I can also get my cookies.”

“You are ridiculous.”

Marcus just grins, rather proud of his minor shenanigans. The cashier returns with your coffees, and he brings yours to you.

“Captain needs their coffee, so says their engineer.”

“What would I ever do without you?”

“Have to get your own coffee? Imagine, the horrors.”

“Truly, horrors beyond my imagination.”

You decide on what you want, which Marcus pulls down for you and places on the counter. He orders his cookies, along with a brownie. You’re not sure if it’s much of a leap from his usual favorite, but it is something different, so you can give him that. You barely manage to pay for it before he starts eating one, and his face says it all. His eyes are wide as he inspects the cookie, chewing slowly.

“What sorcery did you put in this?”

“Excuse me?”

“These are some of the best cookies I’ve ever had! What god did you have to appease to get the recipe?”

“Uh… my grandmother?”

“...yeah, she counts if she came up with this.”

You can barely contain your laughter as you leave the bakery with Marcus, who is fully invested in his cookies. Something tells you that you’ll be back. A lot.