— who's your daddy?

ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ʟʟᴏʏᴅ, ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴋɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇғᴍ.

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radiosunshine·:

The trick of it was that while he didn’t know why Julian and Juliet always fought—separately, they seem like wonderful people, but when they got together it was more like a match with dynamite; bound to blow up in someone’s face. He furrowed his brow at the tone; Artie was going to leave it for a while, but come back to it later. It was weird, but nothing a little booze won’t solve! 

“Don’t you like it Julien?” He syllabicates, breaking up the name into pieces that he begins to trip over, a guileless grin on his face. Nicknames were fun—like a personal sense of camaraderie between two people. That and he could make them as ridiculous as he wanted. “I mean, Geo’s pissy about his and I got Maggie one—though Mags really is a short skip. I could always change it.”

           he scoffs.   julian’s used to pet names.   call him handsome,   darling,  baby——    whatever pleases you,   but juju sounds like a name taken straight out of a children’s book.    he supposes that speaks of the current state of artie’s brain. 

❛   mags is lousy as shit,  ❜    julian agrees.   he takes another sip of his drink and looks at artie,   ❛  now what’d you bestow upon our poor old geo ?  ❜

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radiosunshine·:

A salute, and his hands work fast, finding sherry and rum for some reason and whipping out several combinations of juices that he’d been storing for such an occasion. He makes something nice and tart, a little on the strong side, but something definitely to Julian’s liking. (He’s sure he spills something, but he can’t even begin to care.)

“Jules did?” His head hurts trying to keep it straight. “Why’d—huh, Remind me to make a drink for her too! She deserves it!” Artie slides over with the drink, arm around Julian, flashing him a smile. “Perfect gift for a stag do, eh Juju? Can’t believe the Captain’s getting married!”

             julian watches artie work with mild intrigue.   even though he's spilling drops here and there,   julian knows better than to doubt him in skill;   artie's hands move with experience.    

❛  make her a goddamn piña colada out of an actual pineapple,  ❜   he muses,   distracted by the booze.   it tastes good.   it's strong,   yet it doesn't lose too much flavor over the alcohol.  

❛  god knows she needs it,   she's been pissy all night.  ❜    though it doesn't occur to julian to wonder why.   he operates under the assumption that jules is in a perpetual state of displeasure,   and this feels like any other night.

he’s broken out of what might be the only moment he's been charmed by artie that doesn't involve the sight of a bed and a question that rolls off his lips too easily.   

did he just call him juju ?

❛  giving me nicknames now,   artie ?  ❜    julian raises a brow.   a grin settles on his lips.   he ignores whatever comment artie made about marriage.    ❛  you normally stumble over my name.  ❜

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radiosunshine·:

There’s a flush on his skin, and everything lurches more than it usually does. Artie’s drunk. And he knows he’s drunk, after the first couple of… drinks that he’s been downing in celebration.

“So many. So many.” He uses his hands to demonstrate how big of a chance it is, and he lets go of a shot glass. Oops. “I’d make you anything you want, you wonderful, wonderful man—you saved the ship!”

             a grimace comes over julian's expression.   he’s suddenly not sure about this.   julian thinks this might be the first time he's ever witnessed a properly drunk artie,   and he’s gotta admit that it’s kind of weird.

❛  well,    jules did,  ❜    julian mumbles,   spoken as an afterthought while he contemplates what to do with artie's energy.  

whatever,   he'll take the drinks.  

❛  as long as you don't spill them all,  ❜    julian says,   reaching over and righting the shot glass artie knocked over,    ❛  make me something fruity,   you crazy bastard.  ❜

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  —— @piratejuliet​.

julian has fucked up plenty of times.   not necessarily when he's drunk,   but even more so when he is.   he has never,   however,   lost a whole kid.  

to her credit,   laurey's a proper adult,  just a very young one.   one that was supposed to be under julian's care,   and yet,   as he whips his head in all directions,   he can't find her inside the dark bar they've taken post in.  

julian is telling himself that she's probably just in the bathroom or something,   but it's getting increasingly suspicious and sobering that she's been gone for this long.

julian decides to go to jules.   of course he does.   he finds her among the lively crowd.

❛  hey,  ❜   julian wants to sound collected,   but the mild panic in his eyes is evident,   ❛  you seen the kid ?   you seen laurey ?  ❜

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  —— @piratenpc​.

            ❛   there's the man of the hour !  ❜    when julian walks up to alfie,   he slaps his hand down on the man's shoulder,   giving him a firm,  heartfelt squeeze.   julian only gets this way when he's drunk,   and it's obvious that he's drunk because this is the third time in the night that julian's said the same exact words to the captain.  

❛  hope you'll get treated as well as the pirates have been treating you.  ❜   all they ever did was supply headache after headache,   but the heart is fonder in retrospect.

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  —— @radiosunshine.

             ❛  artie !  ❜    julian claps and spreads his arms when he spots artie.   he hasn’t seen the man for the past couple of hours,   and julian was starting to wonder if he was stashed away again,   watching the celebration from a safe distance away.

there's a grin on julian’s face,   though it's more out of being almost perfectly shit-faced than anything else.   ❛  tell me,   what are the chances you wanna mix me a drink ?  ❜

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midnightxmagpie·:

“I’m glad you found a solution.”  She says quietly, once Julian is no longer swarmed by the louder of their number.  Jules probably figured it out, if Maggie had to guess, but she doesn’t mention that.  “I’d miss the boat.”  Not the boat itself, but rather, the people on it–to admit that just yet feels too forward for her though.  She hides a sheepish smile behind a sip of her drink.

“Mm– Laurey’s yours, ain’t she?”  That’s what she thought she’d heard, anyway.  “I mean, not yours yours.  Your godchild,” Maggie shifts her attention to his face as she continues, watching for a response.  “She’s a good kid.”

@tcisco·

             in the thrum of success,   julian's too cheery and drunk to offer a correction.   jules came up with the idea,   but to julian,   it sounds like maggie is congratulating the continuity of the boat at large.   he holds out his drink to say cheers in response.

he nearly chokes on the beer when maggie speaks again,   though.  momentary panic swells in his head,   thinking that laurey's been going around saying that julian's her father.

oh, god no.

her mom was a stunning beauty.   still is,   as far as he's concerned,   but no.   no way in hell. 

he only calms down and manages to swallow after maggie reinforces what she means.

❛  sure,  ❜    a shrug,   ❛  never make a promise you'll regret keeping.  ❜

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piratenpc·:

         ‘   are you serious, julian  ?   ’        alfie said, looking between the copy of the papers maureen had let him look at and the other.   ‘   first all this business with moving the boat, now we’re going under  ?   ’                @tcisco· 

     ❛   we’re not going under,  ❜    julian snaps,   quickly correcting any thoughts that are forming about jumping ship.   julian’s been uncharacteristically pissy and short ever since the news,   but it’s only because he knows those government bastards are probably celebrating among themselves,   thinking they’ve won,   and that pisses him off.   

  ❛   this is just a setback,  ❜    he adds,   releasing a breath and trying to calm down.   he sinks back into his chair,   staring out into the deck.   ❛  we’re figuring it out,   and we will,   soon.  ❜

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piratejuliet·:

@tcisco

“yeah, yeah, it’s all brilliant,” she dismisses, “what are we going to feed them? john is great but fifty meals is a lot.” 

             ❛   huh ?   ❜    julian wasn’t aware that fifty meals were going to be an option.   hell,   he didn’t even consider feeding the crowd.   as always,   he thinks——   just leave it up to jules to assume their responsibilities extend that far.    ❛   don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,   jules.   if they get hungry this time of day,   they should’ve eaten something before coming onboard.   ❜

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geoaksoy·:

       ‘   almost makes it worth it ,   ’       geo muses, teasing, as he takes a seat next to julian,   ‘   you know being stuck in the middle of the ocean and cut off from society,   ’      @tcisco·

              ❛   the things we do for love,  ❜    julian agrees,   welcoming the spark of conversation.   he shrugs and stares at the cigarette in between his fingers before he moves it to rest in between his lips.   ❛  what,   you miss being out there ?  ❜

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radiosunshine·:

“it’s no fun if all of us aren’t around, julian.” the name trips on his tongue, falling off his lips in syllables. for a guy who liked to party, being out on the deck drunk on beers really wasn’t what he pictured julian doing tonight. that said, running into lord gareth didn’t make the thought of mingling with the fans that appealing anymore.

“and i—i don’t. not right now,” he admits, drinking the now warm beer in his hand. “shouldn’t you be chatting up someone over there? got my cheeks pinched by some lovely women—maybe that’s an in.”

       ❛   maybe,   ❜    julian takes another swing.   a sigh leaves his lips and he stares off into nothing for a few seconds.   artie has a point,   being out here is unusual for julian.   he’d been drinking heavily when he decided to catch a breather and artie found him out here.

    ❛  maybe you should lead me to them,   eh ?  ❜   refocusing,   a grin stretches across his lips and he wraps an arm around artie’s shoulders,  ❛   introduce us. ❜ 

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radiosunshine·:

“shagging the fans? i—uh, huh! a new level of customer satisfaction here on the seven seas, eh julian?” artie gives him a nervous laugh, his ears turning pink. "and i’m guessing you should drink some water, moneybags. can’t have you being like this all through the day.”

             ❛   oh buzz off,   artie,   ❜    julian waves him away,   ignoring all of the times artie pressed a glass of water into his hand right before julian crashed out and how it definitely helped during the inevitable following morning hangover.   he wasn’t about to give artie any credit,   though.    the man liked to fuss as much as his mother.    

   ❛  and you——   haven’t you got anything more interesting to do other than making sure i drink water ?   don’t you care to mingle ?   ❜

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radiosunshine·:

@tcisco·—

“don’t tell me you’re blitzed from the beers already—aren’t you supposed to be mingling with the winners?”

             ❛   I’m getting past the thought of what I should be doing——   ❜    The bottle of beer sloshes around as Julian takes a swing from it;   he's more than pleasantly buzzed at this point.    ❛   —— and getting into the thought of who I should be doing.   ❜

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