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Jaal’s first “oh, damn” moment came during the initial excursions on Havarl. He, Vetra, and Gemma had been slogging through some dense plant growth for hours when he spotted a shortcut from his childhood. It involved a lot of climbing, and Vetra gave him a (gentle) hard time about it, but what Jaal remembers is Gemma staring up the incline, a little frown on her still-strange face. When he asked her what she was doing, she said “I’m trying to figure out if I can do it in four boosts, or three”. Then she grinned at him, and said “I bet three,” and took off. He watched her jet to the first outcropping of rock, catch it, and leverage herself up, and then keep going.
She made it in three, and laughed when she reached the top.
He lost his handhold just before he reached her, the rock crumbling under his hand, but Gemma was already there, so fast he never even knew she had moved, and she had her hand locked around his wrist before he could yell for help. And to this day, he remembers the jolt that went through him at the contact, and how her grip did not falter – and how bright her eyes were as she pulled him up. Oh, he thought. This feels familiar.
No, he added, only to himself, when Gemma – this alien woman – grinned up at him, this feels good.
Gemma’s moment came later; it was seeing him on Aya, after they rescued the Moshae. She found him on a balcony, looking out over a forest so green it hurt her eyes. For the first time since she woke up, she had a moment to pause, and breathe, and not worry about getting attacked, and she was happy to just bask in the sunlight and the rustle of wind through the leaves with a friend.
She would have been content to stay quiet – Jaal didn’t owe her conversation after all her prodding back on the Tempest and in the Nomad – but he started pointing out the farms where he had worked as a teenager, his favorite place to watch the sunset, the races he and his siblings used to run near that river to the west – and she felt every knot in her spine coming undone.
He spoke with so much love for everything around him, and Gemma was so tired and lonely and hating being either of those things that she started crying. She’d always been one for a good stress-relief cry, but this was exhaustion, and longing for home, and grief, and the pressure of knowing everything depended on her.
She tried to keep quiet about it – not really good diplomacy to start bawling in public, especially if you were the damn Pathfinder – but when Jaal noticed, he just put his arm around her shoulders and told her no one would shame her for this, of all things.
Gemma tried to make a joke – cover my back for a few minutes till I stop looking like a boiled tomato, okay? – but he was looking at her so sincerely, so gently, that she just nodded and maybe – maybe – leaned into him a little. Jaal was alien, half his people wanted to kill her, and she didn’t really blame them – but he was warm, and solid, and he didn’t let go till her tears were done.
All Saints’ Day - starring jon bernthal as “sheriff colt ‘coffins’ williams”, laura harrier as “rose / witch of the west”, pedro pascal as “mr. crane/the devil”, gemma arterton as “annabel devereaux/doc” and chris evans as “eli”.
[ western/action, dir. jon favreau]
Texas, 1874. When a
local gang comes running through the sleepy town of Malpath, Texas, the
residents are thrown over the edge. Their sheriff is murdered in cold blood,
resulting in a horrible civil war between criminals and the law. The bloodshed,
injustice and torture awakens the devil himself, who goes by Mr. Crane (Pedro
Pascal). Mr. Crane and his demonic gang take over Malpath with the intent on
making it the beginning of a worldwide cleanse of humanity—who, according to
the devil’s standards, is more evil to each other than he could ever be to
them. God, fearing he will lose his children, raises the dead sheriff (Jon
Bernthal) and gives him the ability to create hell fire from his bare hands. He
gives him three assistants in the fight against the devil: Rose (Laura Harrier),
a witch who the town keeps trying to burn at the stake but she never burns,
Annabel “Doc” Devereaux (Gemma Arterton), the widow of a recently murdered
doctor who now patches up humans and angels alike, and Eli (Chris Evans), an angel
sent by God to keep his new ‘protectors of the innocent’ in line. An angel, a
doctor, an undead sheriff and a witch walk into a bar to fight the devil—ah shit,
I forgot the punchline. A lot of people die.
19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
In which Gemma Ryder and Jaal have their first fight, and Cora does not want to deal with it.
Ryder’s ongoing quest to climb every mountain on every planet vertically had finally broken the Nomad in ways even the combined efforts of Gil, Jaal, and Vetra couldn’t repair.
“Are you still on fire?” Cora asked, both horrified and impressed. “My God. You’re still on fire.”
Ryder, halfway out of her armor, and looking as close to murderous as Cora had ever seen her, crouched down to peer at the Nomad’s undercarriage. “Shit, we are. Liam — we’re in crisis, respond!”
“On it, boss!” A fire extinguisher arced through the air, barely missing Gil’s head, and landed in Ryder’s hand with a solid thwack. Five seconds later, the fire was out, but the cargo bay was covered in foam, and the Nomad wheezed and groaned as its axles cooled.
“Shit,” Ryder said again, scrubbing at her hair. “Good eye, Cora, thanks.”
“I take it your field trip with Reyes went well?” Cora asked.
Ryder bared her teeth — Cora thought of a mongoose, and took a step back — but before she could change the subject or Ryder could start swearing, Jaal spoke up from the other side of the Nomad.
“Kadara is a cesspool on the best of days,” he said, his mouth curled in a sneer as he wiped a few droplets of foam off his eyepiece. He muttered something under his breath, and Ryder’s shoulder went iron-hard. “And today,” he added, once all the foam was gone, “was not its best day.”
Ryder glared at Jaal — the planetkiller stare, her father had called it; Cora heard his voice, felt the accompanying pang of loss and nostalgia — and the cargo bay went silent. The lovebirds hadn’t so much as exchanged tense words since they paired off months ago, but watching Ryder, whose teeth were still very much bared, and whose Sidewinder was still very much in reach, Cora readied a barrier.
No harm in being prepared, lots of harm in letting the Pathfinder spatter her angaran boyfriend across the Tempest’s cargo bay.
Five seconds of absolute silence passed, then Ryder gave herself a shake and exhaled hard through her mouth. “It sure as hell wasn’t,” she said, tight and furious, then turned on her heel and stalked away, without a backwards look.
Cora chanced a look in Jaal’s direction — hell, just like everyone else in the cargo bay — and found him watching Ryder’s departure with a mix of dismay and annoyance. Dismay ended up winning by the time the door hissed closed behind Ryder.
Sure glad I wasn’t tapped for this run, Cora thought, then felt a surge of guilt as Jaal made his way — deliberately calm — toward the makeshift showers in the back of the bay.
Another ten seconds of silence went by before Drack’s head popped out of the Nomad.
“Next time,” he said to the room at large, “someone else can go to Kadara. I’m done.”
Between Jaal’s first and second emotional openness seminars, someone — Cora’s money was on Liam — had taken the guy aside and explained that sometimes it was totally okay, even preferred, to let humans stew for a while before trying to work things out. And Jaal, being pretty quick on the uptake, had taken that advice very much to heart — not that Jaal had any other setting, Cora mused — and let Ryder stew, and stew, and stew, all the way back to the Nexus, where the Nomad could get some TLC and the crew could stock up on rations that were older than everyone except Drack.
Ryder spent most of the trip in her quarters, and for the first time, Cora realized just how much of the crew’s strange cohesion came from the Pathfinder’s relentless, dogged optimism. Everyone stayed as efficient as ever, but without Ryder breezing through the ship, no one seemed inclined to talk, or joke, or even give each other shit.
“I hate this,” Peebee said, two hours out from the Nexus. “They need to get over it. Jaal had the right idea. Kadara sucks, even that time Drack drank the water.”
Lexi’s eyes flew wide, and Cora leapt in before the good doctor could turn herself inside-out over that one. “I’m pretty sure it’s more than Jaal’s feelings about Kadara getting on Ryder’s last nerve,” she said, as diplomatically as she could. Privately, she mostly agreed with Peebee, but a part of her kept whispering that Ryder had held herself together through her father’s death, two of her own deaths, and facing the kett time and again. This wasn’t just being pissed off with Jaal; this was everything on Ryder’s back coming out at once.
She wanted to say so, but Peebee had already checked out of the conversation and was talking to Lexi about the new upgrades to Poc, and Cora didn’t want to ruin the moment. She finished her breakfast in silence, and headed back to her plants. As de facto XO, maybe she should have stepped in, and nudged them toward a reconciliation, but that advice about stewing went for her, too.
If Ryder and Jaal weren’t back to their usual adoring selves by the time the Nomad was repaired, she’d say something. But not before.
Halfway through their first day docked at the Nexus, a swell of whoops and laughter interrupted Cora’s reading. She shoved her datapad away and followed the sound down to the cargo bay.
Gil and Peebee turned around as she walked in, each offering her a quick nod before going back to cheering on Liam and Ryder, who were both balancing on gymnastics rings, five feet above the floor.
Oh, good, Cora thought. We’re back to Tempest Olympics. She’d been roped into enough of Ryder’s challenges for a lifetime, but Liam could always be relied on to take one of Ryder’s dares, whether it was do you think I can throw you over that ravine with my biotics or how many cartwheels can we do in full armor?
At least this particular challenge wouldn’t leave Lexi crying in her sleep. The good doctor was cheering next to Drack, though Cora wasn’t exactly sure for whom.
“How long have they been at it?” she asked, taking up a spot on Peebee’s other side.
“About fifteen minutes,” Gil replied, Peebee being too busy throwing half a cookie at Liam’s head. “Nowhere near the record, but we’re allowed to distract them this time.”
“Bullseye!” Peebee yelled, nearly deafening them both, as the cookie bounced off Liam’s forehead. He wobbled, cursing under his breath, but regained his balance a second later.
Cora grinned, relief rising through her chest. If Ryder was cheerful enough to start demanding athletic competitions, the worst was behind them, without her having to lift a finger. A reconciliation with Jaal couldn’t be far behind — except for the fact that Jaal was nowhere to be seen.
A little of her relief faded away, but then Vetra flicked a bottle cap at Ryder, and she nearly lost her grip as she tried to shift away.
“Oh, you’re going down!” Liam said, grinning as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.
“No way, Kosta.” Ryder pulled herself upright, and gave him a wicked grin. “I’m in the zone. Can’t knock me out, can’t bring me down, can’t —”
“Hey, Jaal!” Liam yelled toward the far corner of the cargo bay. “Give a friend a hand, yeah? Distract your girl!”
Ryder’s head twitched toward Jaal as he walked into view, but she clearly didn’t make eye contact. “Pretty low, Liam,” she said. “Must be getting desperate. No wonder I’m winning.”
“Desperate your word for creative, huh?” Liam jerked his chin at Jaal, who hovered at the edge of the bay, just in Cora’s line of sight. “C'mon, I know you’ve got moves.”
Cora watched Jaal’s emotions cross his face: reluctance, amusement, and the strange blend of wistfulness and intensity that had marked how he looked at Ryder, almost from the beginning.
I don’t know if I should roll my eyes or applaud, she thought, as Jaal made his way toward Ryder. It’s like something out of Ryder’s vids.
Why she’d expected anything less, she’d never know.
“Hoo boy,” whispered Vetra, and leaned back with her arms folded. Drack groaned, despite Lexi nudging him. And Ryder watched Jaal, her grip on the rings not faltering, her legs pointed straight and true at the ground.
Jaal wrapped his hand around her bare ankle. He didn’t squeeze, or stroke, just held on as he looked up at Ryder’s face.
Ryder tossed her hair out of her eyes, the first trace of a smile curving her lips.
Jaal’s hand tightened on Ryder’s ankle. He lifted her leg — slowly, and Ryder’s smile widened — and kissed the inside of her calf.
Good lord, Cora thought, shaking her head.
“Ah!” Ryder dropped, laughing, into Jaal’s waiting arms. Cora saw his answering smile as he turned, not letting Ryder go.
Liam whooped and let go of the rings, darting forward to slap Jaal and Ryder on the shoulder. “And the champion is…the Kosta!”
Oh, Liam might have been the champion, but Ryder certainly didn’t look like a woman who had lost anything as Jaal lowered her gently to the floor. She kept smiling as she said something to Jaal, too quietly for anyone to hear over Liam’s crowing, and then they both laughed.
“Quite a show,” Gil said, pushing away from the railing. “Guess the kids are back to normal now.”
Cora hummed in agreement as she watched Ryder and Jaal slip toward the exit, hand in hand. “Guess so.”
Who was the one to propose: They don’t really propose. They are just cuddling in bed one night, talking about the future, and it somehow slips out that they want to spend the rest of their lives together. And then they just smile and start laughing and are like… “Are we getting married ??” Who stressed more over wedding planning: Come on, it’s Josephine :P Who decorated the house: They worked together, but Josephine has the better eye for that sort of thing. Who does the cooking: They usually have a person for that, but Gemma really enjoys learning how to do more cooking once she is out of the Circle. Who is more organized: They are both really organized people, but Josephine is by a margin, as Gemma lets herself slip after leaving the Circle. Who’s the cuddler: Gemma. All the cuddles, all the time. Josephine’s right up there too. Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Gemma is usually the big spoon, but they switch it up pretty regularly. What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Reading together and going on long walks. Who comes home drunk at 3am: Gemma, after Sybil drags her out for a night of fun. Who kills the spiders: Neither. Gemma collects them very neatly with a bit of magic and tosses them outside. Who falls asleep first: Gemma is usually in bed first, but Josie works so much that she is out the moment her head hits the pillow. A headcanon: I see them both as demisexual/on the ace spectrum, so it takes them a while to start having sex, and it’s a pretty infrequent exercise for them. Who has the most patience? Josephine, definitely. Their relationship summed up in a gif:
another one of a kind zine made for a beautiful pal! i made this collage zine for Jonnine for their birthday. their actual present is the stick & poke tattoo design of ‘mulder it’s me’ that i’m going to give them… i just got a bit carried away presenting the designs i’d done lol.
copies of this aren’t for sale, but you can shop my other zines in my etsy store!
Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine requested by a wonderful Nonny from the prompt meme #’s 85 and 98 (as always the quotes will be in italics.) Sorry it’s super late! Hope you enjoy! This imagine is rated T+ for language and mention of alcohol.
P.S If you want added to my general tag list (for imagines, and updates to multi-chapter stories, please let me know, I don’t want to tag people who have no interest, thanks!)
“Hey Gem,” my voice
carries across the TM parking lot, and with a smile Gemma raises a hand and
waves. I try to hide the worry but when Gemma’s eyes narrow in on my face I
know I can’t hide anything from her.
“What’s wrong?” Gemma
asks handing coming to rest on her hips.
“Have you seen
Happy? He didn’t come last night,” my hands instinctively go to the chain I wear
around my neck. It’s a simple little chain that Happy got me on a run, I’ve
worn ever since.
“Party ran pretty
late last night, he probably drank too much and crashed in his dorm,” she says
and I nod knowing she’s probably right. “How are the twins?” she asks, hands coming
to rest on my extended belly where the Lowman twins are busy having a
somersaulting competition on my bladder.
“Restless,” I say,
and she laughs wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Come on let’s go
see if we can find your old man.”
We pick our way through the mess in the clubhouse, smiling
as I go. Tiggy’s passed out on a pool table, Juice behind a couch, Bobby still
has a bottle in his hand. The floor is littered with beer and liquor bottles
and I don’t even want to think about what else.
“I’m going to start some coffee,” Gemma murmurs and nodding I
make my way to Happy’s dorm. The door is half open and I smile when I see Happy’s
boot hanging off the bed.
“Happy,” I say pushing the door open, my blood running cold
when I see the half-naked woman draped across him. One of his arms is tucked
under his head the other resting low on her ass, and I feel sick, and it’s not
because of the baby’s I’m carrying. This is a sickness born of disbelief and
“What the fuck,” my voice raises causing the woman to jump,
hair disheveled as she looks around and Happy to his credit springs up like he’s
been shot up by a rocket, his eyes shifting from me to the girl standing in her
“Sweetie, what is it?” Gemma’s voice sounds from behind me, “Oh
“Who the fuck are you?” the disheveled woman asks accusingly
and I swear I see red, a veil of gauzy anger sliding over my eyes as I take a
step towards her.
“Babe, it’s not what it looks like,” Happy’s voice does nothing to help my rage
which is at a boiling point.
“Don’t you fucking
say a word,” I snap not even looking at him.
“Who the fuck are
you?” the woman demands again and I take another step towards her causing Happy
to scramble over the bed to get between us.
“Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I? I’m his wife you stupid whore, that’s who I am,” I scream
and because it’s the closest thing to me I pick up the ashtray on the dresser
and fling it at her head, causing Happy to put his hands on my shoulders.
crazy lady!” the woman screams as she scrambles into her clothes, Happy keeping
a firm hold on me as I try to take a swipe at her.
“You’re lucky my
old man is here to hold me back!” I scream as she heads for the door, “trust
me you haven’t seen crazy!” I gain a small sense of satisfaction when Gemma
manages to grab the bitch by her hair, dragging her screaming down the hall.
hands come down to my shoulders and I jump, not wanting him to touch me.
“Don’t you fucking
touch me,” I scream whirling on him, my finger drilling into his chest. “Why
would you do this Happy, why? You swore this shit wouldn’t happen, you swore
when you married me that this shit wouldn’t happen! What is it huh? Is it
because of this?” I demand motioning to my pregnant belly. “Because news flash
buddy, you did this!”
“Babe, please calm
down,” Happy’s voice is mild, “you shouldn’t be getting all worked up like
“Oh don’t act like
you’re worried about me now Hap, lord knows you weren’t concerned about me last
night when you were getting your cock wet with that whore…”
“I didn’t fuck her,
I swear! I drank too much, came in here to lay down, passed out, and then you
woke me up,” he says and even though the voice of anger is loud in my head the
logical side of me takes in his appearance. His clothes are disheveled, but not
from sex, I know what that looks like, no his clothes are sleep disheveled.
through and because I have absolutely no control over my emotions I start
“No more parties
Hap, not until I have the twins. This pregnancy is making me crazy,” I say and
with a chuckle he drops his forehead to mine, hands coming to rest on my
“I hate to break it
to you babe, you were crazy before I knocked you up,” he says and smacking his
arm I let out a watery laugh.
“Shut up and take
me home Lowman, let me show you how crazy I can be.”