#space snips

[lovebunnie]

really getting to me that it was frodo who clung to sam on the side of mount doom. because the entire time it was sam grabbing frodo, pulling him up and clutching his hand. sam was the one to ground frodo and bring him back. but in the last moment when frodo is finally released from the hold the ring has and all the memories of life come back to him, he holds onto sam. probably because he was getting blinded by power and evil but his eyes cleared and there was sam. sam had always been there but frodo can finally hold him now, pay back the debt.

frodos hands are free of the burden of the ring and the first thing he grabs onto is sam. the first thing he clings to is his sam.

[lovebunnie]

the way vader yells obi wans name in the last episode of kenobi has haunted my own personal narrative for the past four years. the anguish in his voice as it rips at his already damaged vocal cords. the mix of the robotic voice and a sliver of anakin's actual voice combining and showing how they really are the same person. the way vader yells in complete rage and fury of being denied blood once again when he was so close, while anakin's scream is like a fearful child who wants nothing more than for obi wan to turn around and tend to his wounds. two sides fighting for control, two desperate wants. maybe part of anakin's scream was pleading for obi wan to keep running. maybe part of vader's scream was him reaching out to hurt obi wan one last time while he still could.

[lovebunnie]

its the way his hair was mussed up like before and nandor is over 700 years old but its still guillermo. his face is older and he is stronger but the way he holds himself this shy of being nervous, nandor remembers that exact sweater 15 years ago and how it doesnt fit the same anymore. and hes standing there and asking for the job again. and hes a van helsing and he was the best man at his wedding and he became a vampire and turned back into a human. and he is shyly talking about how hard it was to grow up and the cape he wanted his mother to buy. guillermo could stay like this forever, eager to please and as doting as ever. if nandor just compelled him to stay, all he wanted was for him to stay, this could be their life again. they could go back to before the cameras and before he got soft and before he changed. nandor could have his familiar back.

but hes right there and he is smiling at his fangs and he doesnt know how hard it was to kill someone. he doesnt know how to throw a spear like a natural or his birthright as a slayer, he doesnt remember flying over new york, he doesnt remember how nandor does his hair for special occasions. he doesnt remember how hard nandor tried to protect him. he doesnt remember nandor at all. because all he knows is how hard it was to grow up and how he thinks vampirism will save him. it wouldnt, it didnt.

no, nandor couldnt let guillermo stay. he leads him to the bed under the stairs that he thinks he will occupy forever and guillermo will be angry in the morning to be in the house. but his breaths tonight will be loud and they will be human. and they will be his.

guillermo will always be guillermo, no new or old versions to be spoken of. one guillermo is all guillermos.

[lovebunnie]

if erik wasnt wearing the helmet, charles wouldve told him not to rip the bullet out of his spine. but he did because he loved charles so much he thought he could fix things, he thought he could control metal to his whim but it didnt feel like control when charles fell to the ground is screaming agony. and charles always thought he would be able to reach erik but all of a sudden, even when he was being cradled in eriks arms, he wasnt really there.

[lovebunnie]

it was hard to see jeremy as anything other than his baby.

spy realized the issues that could arise from being coworkers with your son that you cannot help but see as a drooling mess, but nothing about his life had been easy to come to terms with in the first place.

when he first saw jeremy in new mexico, he was introduced to the scout and in that moment remembered what it felt like to hold his entire hand on one finger. scout ran past him on the field with his motormouth getting into trouble and the spy could only hear the blubbering mess of an infant learning to speak.

he had long left before there was any hope of jeremy saying his first word. he wondered when his mother even taught him the word “dad.”

but jeremy now, older and more settled into home life, was still the spys baby. because he had always been, even surrounded by his own babies that had an assortment of eye colors and smiles but somehow the same nose. the spy smiled softly at his sons life, one of staying still and content. when he walked down the hallway he smiled at the picture of his mother and baby scout framed, he smiled at the art crafts littering the tables and walls. he smiled at the toys in the front yard and he smiled at jeremy. and jeremy smiled back.

the spys face relaxed for the first time in decades as tanya ran around the house in his balaclava. he felt closer to home than ever before.

[lovebunnie]

i dont get people who dont like s1 jayce. imagine you were about to watch your own mom die and die yourself as a child but youre saved by someone who you never meet again and he gives you the key that saved you. and then you spend years of your life dedicated to trying to bring that magic back, trying to help others the way you were helped. you put every once of yourself into your work so much that you dont sleep and you dont eat and you start to hallucinate and you have no friends because you just need to get this to work. it consumes you completely and you cant tell people about it because youre not even supposed to be doing it so you carry it with you every day, the brace as a reminder of how someone saved your life and you can save peoples lives too if you just figure out how. you can do it, you sign your notes because you know you can do it, its so close. and then suddenly one random day your lab is broken into and there is an explosion that destroys your equipment and everyone finds out your life’s work and they look at every day of your life you’ve put into this and say you have to stop. all your life’s work, every night without sleep has gone to waste and no one will listen to you. your mother says youre unstable in front of all your superiors, they vote on your fate and even when you plead its not enough and your life’s work is taken from you. and you try to fight for it again, go to the people who have vouched for you your entire life who you see as a second family and they shun you, youre dangerous, leave us alone. you have no one, nothing left to work for, goals unaccomplished, you dont have access to your work and every note you took is going to be destroyed and so you try to just end it all because that work is you. youre nothing without this work. but before you can do it one person reaches out to you and agrees to hear you out, says your work has merit and if your work has value then so do you. and you both fly and its your work that has finally gotten the attention of others. theyre listening but they were so quick to run and hide before, you cannot allow them to see your mistakes. so you kiss up to the people who once wanted you expelled forever and when they cheer for you, it feels good because theyre happy with you. youre needed. you have merit. you have worth because of the work so to prove to yourself that you have worth you keep kissing their asses because theyre funding the work. you almost lost everything and you just wanted to save people, all youve wanted to do was help people. the work comes first. the work has to have merit because you are the work. they love the work so they must love you, they could never expel the man on the blimp. but you love your partner, he loved you first. and you want to do right by him but you just grew up different, you dont know what its like to grow up like he did but you never wanted to hurt anyone. you want to understand but you cant. you were okay as the face because you needed people to love you because those same people almost took everything from you. and it took cradling your partners dead body in your arms to realize that you dont need everyone to love you. you just need him to be okay, and it drives you crazy. you never asked for any of the politics or the parties or the titles or blimps. you just wanted to be with your partner, trying to understand the questions of the world. and once the stars collide you dont even need the work anymore. you just need him.

[lovebunnie]

Viktor did not know the first time he wanted to kiss Jayce.

It was hard to keep track of all the moments because of just how many there were. Jayce was a very easy person to want to kiss, with his handsome looks and incredible mind, paired with a strong work ethic and kind heart. Viktor suspected almost everyone Jayce met in his life had wanted to kiss him atleast once.

Jayce did not seem too interested in this fact, based on the amount of time he spent in the lab right next to Viktor. Their partnership did not allow for many relationships outside of a scientific purpose; it just so happened that Viktor really liked Jayce not only as a partner but also in general, just as a person.

So really, there were far too many times to count where he felt compelled to grasp his face in his hands and press their lips together. Some nights, Viktor would imagine Jayce running into the lab with great news of a secured deal or more grant money and just plant one right on his lips without thinking, before dashing to his desk while still chirping and leaving Viktor gasping.

He thought of a scenario where he found himself in the forge one night, just the two of them in the entire building, and like something out of a trashy novel, a shirtless and sweaty Jayce would pull him in by his hips and kiss him slowly and sensually before the rest of the daydream turned into something... else.

Once Viktor and Jayce were in the midst of a heated argument about how to conduct an experiment with or without proper precautions in place, and Jayce stood up and walked towards Viktor. He thought in that moment that Jayce was going to find a less conventional way of shutting him up and before he could articulate if that would've worked or pissed him off even further, Jayce had walked out the door. The next day he came back with an apology and they moved on stronger than before.

Viktor was almost embarrassed by how badly he wanted to kiss Jayce. He thought of how much he wanted to know just how Jayce would kiss, he wanted to see that side of Jayce and keep it all to himself. Viktor had Jayce in the lab but he wanted more.

When it happened, VIktor and Jayce were on long night number six. Days had passed since either of them had left the lab longer than it took to take a shower and brush their teeth. They could feel the edges of discovery brushing their fingertips, so close to a revelation.

"Only Piltovians would get bored of the ability for humans to fly," Viktor murmured as he adjusted a screw on the bottom of their anti-gravity contraption. "Why they needed something portable is beyond me."

"Now is kind of a bad time to start complaining, V," Jayce replied as he worked on finalizing the welding components. "This is going to work this time, it has to work-"

"It will work," Viktor emphasized. "And if it doesn't, we try again."

"If it doesn't I'm cracking open that bottle of wine I know you keep-"

Suddenly, the room was flooded with vibrant blue that had the both of them scrambling backwards. While before, the hexcrystals made the entire room weightless, now everything remained as it was with only Viktor's wrench floating in the middle, suspended in mid air. It was flying. It worked.

Jayce picked himself off the ground where he has fallen back and pushed his goggle up to his forehead. "Holy shit, V, it worked!"

Viktor removed his goggles as well, mesmerized by the suspension of an object isolated within their own chamber. The blue of the hexcrystal had died down and left the room in a cool glow, and Viktor felt a smile tug at his lips. "This is.. incredible."

"Oh my god, it actually finally worked. I need to write down everything we did, what kind of screws did you use? What is the temperature of the room, what runes did we use?"

As Jayce rambled on, Viktor stood up and took in his frantic energy. His hands were moving quickly and his eyes were searching for his notebook while he paced the room like he couldn't sit down. His hair was disheveled from the times he ran his hand through it in frustration and his eye bags were getting more and more pronounced. His face was leaner and exhaustion draped over him like a blanket. Objectively, Jayce looked kind of like shit.

Viktor felt a spark in his chest, he couldn't look away.

When Jayce made his way back in front of Viktor, he smiled warmly. "This is such a huge relief, I was really starting to get concerned that we were going to have to completely start over, but now we can start with trials and-"

As Jayce spoke, the spark grew and grew until Viktor could ignore it no longer. He pulled Jayce down mid sentence and pressed his lips to his, locking them together.

Viktor's hands cradled the sides of Jayce's face, keeping him in place while Viktor pressed his lips harder and tilted his head ever so slightly. It felt right, for the first time in a long time. Viktor was used to not feeling included but in this moment it felt like it was meant to happen. Their kiss was always going to happen in the wake of discovery, how could it not?

A few seconds passed before Viktor gently pushed Jayce back, their breaths shared in the close space. Jayce was silent, and Viktor began to quietly worry that maybe Jayce did not feel like this moment was perfect to him. The thought devastated him; there would be nothing crueler than losing Jayce as a friend.

Viktor took a step back as he looked away. "I'll get started on those trials, we can start with the screws to see if-"

In that moment, Jayce reached out and pulled Viktor back towards him, connecting their lips again in a kiss. One hand made its way to the nape of Viktor's neck while the other held his jaw gently. This second kiss was dynamic and Viktor found himself getting lost in the motions. In all the day dreams he had, he never thought to imagine that Jayce would want to kiss him back this badly, this fervent need to claim his mouth. Their partnership truly knew no bounds.

Before things could get more heated, they broke apart once more and Jayce pressed his forehead to Viktor's with a gentle laugh. "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

"What a coincidence," Viktor purred as he tugged Jayce in again. "So have I."

[lovebunnie]

spy coming into the living room one night to see jeremy asleep on the couch, tv still playing and a can of soda still quietly fizzing on the table with two sips taken out of it. his head is tipped back and theres a light whistle in the air, rhythmic that speaks to a slightly stuffed nose. he knows the cold is starting to seep into the city and jeremy wants to take his coat off as soon as he can when he’s outside to be able to run around. he wants to race everyone else at the playground to prove he’s the fastest in the neighborhood. the spy watches from across the street, hidden behind a cloud of smoke as jeremy runs to his older brother who keeps watch in the bench with a big mismatched grin. his brother rustles his hair and makes him put his jacket back on before they walk home, and from a safe distance, the spy follows their shadows. now its late at night, and jeremys mother is working late and needs someone to make sure the place is still in working order and not burnt down. the spy turns the television off and carefully makes his way to his sleeping son. delicately, he picks him up and carries him to the bedroom while making sure his steps don’t make a sound. jeremy shifts slightly, subconsciously nuzzling closer to the smell of cigarettes and lavender soap in his sleep, a smell he was born into finding comfort in. the spy sets jeremy down in bed and adjusts the blankets to ensure the cold can’t dig its way into his bones, into his lungs. he brushes hair out of jeremys face and allows himself one moment of weakness; a press of lips to his forehead as a wax seal to promise his safety for now and for tonight. jeremy wiggles further into the blankets and the spy steps back with one last look before he closes the door and leaves the apartment, after checking every window to make sure its locked.