leiutenant

an: apparently my muse is still alive and kicking, it just likes to spend almost an entire year dormant before doing me a solid. this is heavily inspired by ‘uprooted’ my naomi novik, but it’s completely unnecessary to know anything at all about it, though you should definitely read it and cry about it with me.

Summary: Killian Jones has no desire to return to Misthaven, but his captain and his crew are tied to the kingdom in a way he has never understood, and they consider it a duty to be there for the Choosing. Once every fifteen years, the witch in her high tower chooses a man or woman among them and whisks them away, in payment for all she has done to save this kingdom, and to most it is considered a blessing to be chosen. All Killian wants is for the Choosing to be finished and The Jewel to return to sea, and to forget once again all that Misthaven has taken from him.

The Price: Chapter One

There was a hum of quiet anticipation hanging over the bay when The Jewel of the Realm docked in port, despite the teeming masses of ships, boats and dingys all huddled in together - and Killian sighed as he surveyed the place. He’d been too young to really remember the last Choosing, but Liam had woven him grand stories of it - of the mass of people who returned to their homeland, of the ceremony and the excitement bubbling among the residents of this land, of the tense wonder of the people as they waited to see who would be chosen from their ranks. Killian, for his part, didn’t understand it. He’d spent so little time ashore in this kingdom, he could hardly understand why this day, this day that happened once every fifteen years, was so important to the people of Misthaven.

Liam, for all his stories of the land they’d been born in, had no way of explaining the importance of this day. His own memories of growing up amidst the sailors and pirates who frequented their mothers inn while on land were more emotion than anything else, and no matter the tales Liam spun of the place he remembered so fondly, Killian had never quite understood what he meant when he called the place home.

To Killian it was nothing more than a place to resupply.

It was meant to be an honor, being chosen, the greatest honor a man or woman of Misthaven could receive, but for himself, it seemed more like imprisonment.

“Who d’you think it’ll be, this time?”

Killian bit out a sigh, turning to give their quartermaster an unimpressed look. They’d only returned for fear the crew might mutiny if not given the chance to be among those the Swan could choose from - despite an understanding among the crew that of anyone in Misthaven, these merchant sailors were some of the least likely to be chosen in the entire realm, there was a feeling among most of them that even the dream of a chance would be enough. At the very least, they wanted a story to tell, desired that bit of genuine truth to the tales they spun in taverns and whorehouses across the world. The Choosing, they imagined, would make for a larger than life story.

“I’d just as soon cut off my own hand as make idle speculations about what sort of person an immortal sorceress prefers for a servant, Turk. The sooner it’s done and we’re on our way, the better, I say.”

Turk, for his own part, seemed scandalized by the insinuation that the Chosen were merely servants, but Killian had never been led to believe otherwise. Those few who spent their years with the Swan rarely ever spoke of them, and though they never said a single derogatory thing about the witch in her high tower, they never spoke a kind word, either.

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Alexander Hamilton to John Laurens, April 1779: Close Reading and Analysis

After posting the original and edited versions of this letter, I wanted to do a thorough analysis of it to cover the many innuendos and implications contained within.  Again, this reading is my own (though it has been driven by suggestions from others) and is a subjective interpretation of the data we have.  I encourage you to read the letter for yourself to draw your own conclusions and add to the discussion.

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Mass Effect voice Meme

Mass Effect Voice Meme!

Will be doing this soon!

  1. Introduce yourself! What’s your name and where do you hail from? 
  2.  Tell us what drew you into the Mass Effect ‘verse! 
  3.  Introduce your Shepard! What are they like? Who did they romance? 
  4.  Which alien race is your favourite? Why? 
  5. Least favourite alien race? Why? 
  6.  Biotics or tech? 
  7. Do you want to see what’s under a Quarian’s mask? 
  8.  Who is your favourite squad mate? 
  9. Least favourite squad mate? 
  10. . Paragon or Renegade? 
  11.  Say the following words; Ilos, Virmire, Therum, Biotics, Turian, Quarian, Tupari. Sport, Calibrations, Keelah’Selai, Bloody Icon, Humanity, Alliance Flight Leiutenant Jeff Moreau, Cerrice Ice Brandy, Cerberus Cheerleader, Bosh’tet, Krantt, Spectre, Rachni, Chora’s Den. 
  12.  Say the following phrases; “Can it wait for a bit? I’m in the middle of some calibrations,” “Go for the eyes, Chittikka, go for the eyes!” I AM KROGAN!” “Don’t fuck with Aria.” “Sir Issac Newton is the deadliest son of a bitch in space! “Assuming Direct Control” “I have a shotgun.” “Uh, sic semper tyrana… (cough)” “This is all Joker’s fault. What a tool he was. I have to spend all day computing pi because he plugged in the Overlord.”  “Find peace in the embrace of the goddess.”  “They’re actually going to let me eat you.” “I’m Commander Shepard, and this is my favourite store on the Citadel.”  “I should go.”
The Price 3/?

Summary: As Killian settles into the Swan’s castle, he finds no comfort in it’s extravagance, and yearns for more creature comforts. The Swan provides Killian with a few unwanted revelations.

tagging @kmomof4 @the-captains-ayebrows and also @jadeddiva and @artielu even though they didn’t ask because I super enjoy it when they scream at me and also I haven’t watched the episode but from what I understand about the last five minutes, I’m guessing all y’all need something to yell about.

Chapter List: One/Two

Chapter Three

Killian has never had a room for himself. In the cottage near the edge of the forest, there’d been no separate spaces, only a cot by the window where he’d curled up to sleep, and on Silver’s ship he’d closed his eyes and rested to the sounds of a few dozen snoring men, often in the same cot as Liam - even aboard The Jewel he’d refused to let the men think there was any sort of favoritism being played (First Mate status notwithstanding) and he’d kept to the berth there, as well.

The room he finds himself in is sprawling, extravagant, and so large he’s quite certain the Jewel would fit right inside of it.

It’s far too much space.

The door he’d closed behind him is sturdy and thick, with a heavy bolt to bar it shut, and a key besides to lock it up. It’s a small comfort to him, when he’s seen the Swan materialize out of nothing - surely there’s no lock that could keep her out, should she feel the need to be anywhere she pleases - and yet, it feels a bit like a promise. Of some small bit of privacy, at least, or an attempt to set boundaries.

Perhaps it was a peace offering, though Killian couldn’t imagine many of the other Chosen had felt as he did in this moment.

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The Price 5/?

Summary: Killian and the Swan begin to settle into the castle together.

an: A few choice songs I listened to while writing this: “Horns” by Bryce Fox, “Hey, Brother” by Aviici and “Dauðalogn”by Sigor Ros, so, I guess, take from that what you will.

tagging @kmomof4​, @the-captains-ayebrows​, @jadeddiva​, @artielu​, and @dreadpirateemma

Chapter List: One/Two/Three/Four

Chapter Five

Whatever small truce they’d called between them to contain the storm that night, it did nothing to stop her aggravating him at every turn, nor did it put an end to his impulse to try her patience whenever possible. There was a comfort in knowing one moment shared between them was not enough for him to grow too at ease with her.

Still, over the course of the next few weeks, they begin to grow a rapport.

They’d even begun to form a routine, of sorts.

Killian woke well before the sun, habits still unchanged despite his new and rather leisurely lifestyle, and spent a few minutes staring in annoyance at the silks and brocades and lace hanging in his wardrobe before putting on his own worn clothing.

Twice a week, instead of glaring dourly at the choice of clothing the Swan had left him with, he fashioned himself a basin and some soap from the air around him, and washed the aforementioned worn shirt and trousers, the simple, ordinary motions of the task soothing his mind. The Swan had given him a book of spells meant purely for cleansing, but he preferred the methodical action of doing them himself. The thought in his mind had exasperated her, but they’d moved on to something new the following day.

He spent an hour after that skulking the castle, surprised to find every day something he hadn’t discovered the previous day.

By the time the sun rose, he’d made it to the kitchens, where he broke his fast over the rickety table in the corner, head bent low over whatever book the Swan had presented him with the night before.

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Time for a change, part 2


Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Word Count:1421

Warning: Brief mention of sex

Part 1 


You stared at the handsome captain for a moment.  To say that you were tempted by his offer was an understatement.  However, you knew it was a bad idea.  It was awful, that part of your brain, the logical part, won out while the illogical fun portion of your brain screamed out to say yes!  But it was for the best that you did not agree. “No I don’t think so Jim.  I’m only here for a few days.  It wouldn’t be wise.”  Bones smirked from behind Jim.

“See, the woman said no. Now let me finish my exam so she can get some rest.”  Jim smiled giving the two of you a modest bow.  

“I will leave the two of you to your exam.  I’m sure I will see you around the ship, [Y/N].”  The smirk he gave you made your pulse rapidly increase.  He had turned and left the room by the time the biobed started alarming.  Bones shook his head with a frown.

“Calm down and take a deep breath.  I don’t have the time or the space in here today to sedate you and keep you for observation for tachycardia.   Let me finish this up then you can go do whatever you want to do for the next couple days.”  You wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere to hide.  Obviously, you were not making the best impression with the doctor. Normally you were not so affected by someone.  Nevertheless, the Captain seemed to have stirred something inside you.  Perhaps it was the fact you had not had sex or really been attracted to anyone in the two years since being on Relos III.  Yes, that had to have been it.  You were away from the station and around new and different people.

Now you were just going to have to figure out what to do about it.  Bones finished his scans and the analysis of your blood within the span of the few quiet minutes.  “You are good to go, Leiuteant. A clean bill of health.  I will enter it into your file and send it to Command.  Anything else you need before you go?”  You slipped off the table, shaking your head.

“No sir, I’m fine.  I just want to sleep for a bit.”  

“Alright then, you know where the medbay is now.  Try not to end up here again.”  He smiled before walking out the door.  You picked up your bags and pulled out the PADD with your room assignment on it.  It was not difficult to find the deck and you were sprawled out on the bed within minutes.  The odd feeling of the ship moving as you laid there with your eyes closed lulled you to sleep.

It felt like days later when you finally woke but according to the display, it was only a couple hours. You felt refreshed and starving. Maybe getting away from that damn station was all you needed to feel like a real person again.  A smile crossed your lips, as you looked over the ship’s layout for the mess hall.  Whomever had designed the ship had made it easy to find everything you needed without getting lost.  

The mess hall was crowded but you were happy with that.  You had been with the same fifteen people for two years.  New bright, smiling faces were a treat and you wanted to sit and watch all their interactions with each other.  A tray piled high with food in one hand, and the PADD in the other, you found a small empty table in a corner.  Over a few minutes, you picked at your food watching everyone talk and eat. So many coming and going that you did not see Jim walk in with a group of crewmen.  Jim, on the other hand, noticed you as soon as he walked in the door. He could not help that his eyes were drawn right to you and your bright smile.  Filling his tray, then telling the others he would catch up to them later, he walked over to your table.  At first, he was just going to sit down but thought better of it as he had already been turned down earlier.

You were shocked to see him walking towards you with that same smirk from earlier.  Why in the hell did he have to be so attractive?!  You sat up straight as he drew closer.  “Eating all alone Leiutenant?  Or would you care to eat with me, maybe have a conversation? Not a date or anything more than just two people eating and talking together.”  He laughed but did not sit.

“Umm of course, Captain.” He looked like he was about to correct you.  “Jim, I mean. Sorry, it is something to get used to.  Please, sit. I was just… well it sounds silly, but I was people watching.  I have been with the same people for two years.  It was starting to make me; I don’t know… not me I guess.”  Jim took the seat across from you, the smirked replaced with a genuine smile.

“I don’t know how you spent so long in one place.  I have to be moving all the time.  I think I would have gone crazy if I was you.  So, now that you are here what do you think of the ship?”  He took a bite of his food as he watched you with interest. You grinned at him.

“The Enterprise is beautiful.  I have never seen anything like it.  I bet the science labs are equally as amazing.”  

“Well I would be happy to show you the labs sometime during your stay.  I know you don’t have long here before we get back to York Town for your next assignment.”  Nodding and trying not to jump up and down in your chair, you beamed at him.

“That would be wonderful.  I would enjoy that very much.”  The two of you talked for a while, flowing through many topics.  You were shocked to hear about some of his stories from Iowa, before joining Star Fleet.  Though it seemed to fit his personality, someone who was not afraid of exploring the unknown.  Even if it was in jail.  You told him about growing up on the coast in Washington with the constant rain and hardly ever seen the stars.  The dreams as a child of going to meet those stars and finding out everything you could about them.

Before either of you realized, the mess hall was almost empty, save for a few of the late shifters. It had been ages since you had such easy conversation with someone.  Long before arriving at Relos III.  “I did not realize it was so late.  I can escort you back to your quarters if you want.  I promise, I am not trying to do anything more than just make sure you get there.”  He looked nervously at the floor a moment before up to your face.

“Thank you that would be fine.”  As you made your way to your temporary quarters, the only talk now was idle chatter.  The two of you could feel the nervous tension building.  Your heart beating just a little faster in your chest as you neared the door.  The tension turned into a heavy silence as you turned to face one another.  Neither knew what to say even though neither wanted the night to end.  “Umm, thank you Jim. Not only for walking me here, but for dinner too.  It was really nice.”

“Yeah it was.  Really nice to get to know you a little, [Y/N].  I hope we can spend some more time together, before you leave.”  His voice had grown quiet and it was doing things to your already erratic heart rate. Jim took your hand in his for a moment, the warmth of his skin against your felt wonderful.

“I would like that, very much.”  Somehow, the words came out of your mouth in an understandable sentence.

“Tomorrow?  Breakfast then?”  You only nodded, as he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it lightly.  Your body flushed causing your brain to melt just a tiny bit. “I will see you then. Good night.”

“Good night, Jim,” was all you could get out before he walked down the hallway.  You stumbled backwards into your quarters and fell forward onto the bed.  Taking one of the pillows, you covered your face, screaming with excitement.

Tomorrow you would get to see him again.  Yup, you were gone.

Part 3

The Price 7/?

Summary: The Swan and Regina seem unconcerned about the possibility of war coming once more to Misthaven. Killian experiments with magic to slightly less disastrous effects than the last time he was left unsupervised.

Chapter List: One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six

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Chapter Seven

It doesn’t take him long to discover there is tension between the two sorceresses he finds himself stuck with in this derelict castle. He rarely sees them in a room together where whatever conversation they’re having doesn’t devolve to an argument, and even away from each other, they seem eager to point out the faults of the other. The Swan is more civil about it, preferring to sway the conversation elsewhere the moment Regina is brought up, but Regina herself seems to hold no such qualms, and Killian finds himself, more often than not, defending the Swan, regardless of whether or not she should be defended.

It’s strange - Regina has quite clearly known her far longer than Killian, and yet, even the qualities which drive Killian to annoyance on a daily basis, when being dissected by this interloper in the castle, are met with a stubborn wall of resistance.

Regina finds it amusing, and seems to find no issue in teasing the both of them about Killian’s ready defense of all the Swan’s least likeable qualities.

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