Take the courses. Brace the main and mizzen aback. Haul in the guns. Close all the gun ports. You’re letting up? With the damage done to the rig, I can’t maneuver our broadside around fast enough to be of any effect. The sloops are too nimble. But hauling in the guns? They’ll board us easily.
Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing.
A/N: I started writing this about a year ago and left it alone after that. I was incredibly bored at work and managed to throw a little bit of it in there. For your information: the reader works as an optician (like myself!) but it’s not mentioned all that much. (I was actually looking for one of the most mundane-sounding job some one could do after modelling, and I found it XD) It’s been tweaked and improved (if I say so myself) and I hope you enjoy it!
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes”
You looked up from your work to stare straight into the eyes of none other than Carter Baizen; fucking. Carter. Baizen.
Completely baffled you stared for a few seconds, but quickly turned back to what you were doing. The man had hurt you more than you could bare. The filthy rich guy who came to you, a former working class girl, every once in a while to have a little fun for some time; only to up and leave without a word when he found something better. Until you were done that is; done with the modelling lifestyle, done with the too bright spotlights and especially done with Carter Baizen. You decided that there was nothing more left for you in New York city, and packed your bags and high tailed it out of there to Europe, back to your home country.
Dean: Cas! *laughs* Damn, it’s good to see you. Dean: [brushes a finger across Cas’ cheek] Nice peach fuzz.
Castiel: How did you find me. Dean: The bloody way. You feeling okay?
Benny: Why’d you bail on Dean? Dean: [defensively] Dude. Benny: The way I hear it you two hit monster land and hot wings here took off. I figure he owes you some back story. Dean: Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas, obviously he kicked it’s ass, right? Cas: [ashamed] No. Dean: [dumbfounded] What? Cas: I ran away. Dean: [disbelieving] You ran away?? Cas: I had to. Dean: That’s your excuse for leaving me with those gorilla wolves? Cas: Dean. Dean: You bailed out and what, went camping? - I prayed to you Cas, every night. Cas: I know. Dean: You know and you didn’t… [taken aback] what the hell’s wrong with you? Cas: I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived. Dean: Join the club! Cas: These are not just monsters, Dean, they’re leviathan! I have a price on my head, and I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to… to keep them away from you. That’s why I ran. Dean: [relaxes] [understands]
Dean: Hold on, hold on. Cas, we’re getting out of here. We’re going home. Cas: Dean, I can’t. Dean: You can.
Dean: Hey, we’ll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you. Cas: [brokenly] Dean…
Dean: Let me bottom-line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Understand? Cas: I understand.
Scott whispering “I’m here,” to Tessa as he catches her.
As if she needs that affirmation, after seventeen years of trusting him to hold her in all sorts of different positions on the ice; making her feel as if she were flying. But of course he whispers it into her ear anyway–breaking character for that split second–just so that she knows. And he knows that she knows; after seventeen years, he knows that Tessa trusts him unequivocally… but this was also as much for him as for her. Because he dropped her on the ice last time, coming out of a lift. And even though he knows that she never lost her trust in him, never blamed him–he whispers it anyway, almost like a prayer. Because “she doesn’t know that she keeps him alive.” (feel free to delete the above paragraph when reblogging; I accidentally went on a feels rant while captioning. xx)
My male qunari inquisitor named Senok Adaar. In the game it’s kinda funny seeing him really bulky in the mage armors, but he’s still cute. Though I made him a little slimmer here because since mages don’t need that much muscle to attack anyway.