Summary: The Stravechi Nava was a modest ship. She wasn’t large and showy and didn’t come with a lot of gadgetry or high-tech functions. She could fly, warp, and house any form of Being with no problem and that was all that mattered. But traveling to Earth through an insanely round-about (not to mention dangerous and just plain weird) trajectory carrying not exactly illegal but not really legal “cargo” while picking up random nomads, Androids, mercenaries, and rare Beings (even by Galactic standards), might prove too much for the Stravechi Nava and her modest Trade Crew of five.
Reasons Why You Submitted: For those asking for something similar to Phoenix! This fic is amazing!!!! The story, the characters, the excitement I can’t describe how amazing this fic is! And it’s hilarious af! The writer sadly has a terrible writer’s block rn, so let’s cheer her up together!
I remembered today that I never actually finished the Hakuōki anime, so I’m doing that now (this is literally my homework, by the way—my independent study sponsor-teacher straight up told me it was okay to include historical fiction as reference) and
I KNOW HARADA’S EXPRESSION IS SUPPOSED TO BE ANGRY, BUT IT REALLY JUST LOOKS ANNOYED. like he was trying to sleep in, but Shiranui found the spare key Harada keeps having to relocate, specifically because his rival keeps finding it and getting into the house exactly like this, just to wake him up early with backhanded compliments and badger him for wasting the day instead of going to the gym with him. PRICELESS.
Prompt: "Jack, you can't keep doing this to yourself"
A/N: Okay so this one has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and on Friday I had an hour to wait before an interview and I got inspiration… it’s shorter than usual and hella bromancey (new Brotp??) but I hope you like! 😊
Blake winced as Jack unleashed another wet sounding burp into the toilet
“Jack, you can’t keep doing this to yourself…” Blake
sighed exasperatedly as he rubbed his best friend’s back.
Blake had received an SOS emergency call from an
intensely slurred sounding Jack nearly two hours ago. He’d gone to find him,
even though he’d just been about to climb into bed, and discovered him slumped
by the side of the road partway along the road that led from the city centre
back to their flat. Blake hadn’t even needed to ask, he couldn’t tell that Jack
was on something – and he didn’t particularly want to know what.
Jack had been trembling violently, barely able to keep
his eyes open and almost incapable of supporting his own weight. Blake had
practically had to drag him back to their flat, and Jack had been curled up in
front of the toilet ever since. Blake hadn’t tried to coax him into bed because
he knew better than anyone that if Jack felt sick, it meant something was
coming – even if it took a while for it to appear.
“I – uuurrp – know,”
Jack struggled, he was clinging onto the toilet bowl for dear life, his legs
bent awkwardly on the floor. Every time Jack said this. He’d promise to stop,
he’d promise that this was the last time, that he was never going to take
anything or end up in this position again… Until the next time that was, and
they’d be right back in a similar position with Blake looking after Jack.
“Yeah, so you say…” Blake muttered under his breath.
“I – brrraaap – ‘m
sorry…” Jack was panting heavily now, sounding very much like he was fighting
against the need to puke.
“Don’t hold it in Jack,” Blake advised, although he knew
when the time came Jack wouldn’t be able to. “You’ll feel better once it’s all
out of your system.”
Jack groaned, rocking ever so slightly backwards and forwards as though either
trying to soothe the upset in his stomach, or match it’s churning. “’ts coming…
can feel it…”
“That’s fine Jack,” Blake rubbed Jack’s back slightly harder,
trying to help the process along. Through the flimsy material of Jack’s t-shirt
Blake could feel the bones of his spine and ribs. He was an absolutely state…
“Just let it come, then you can sleep this off…” Blake was resisting the urge
to yawn – he’d been tired when he got the call from Jack – and sitting in their
cold bathroom at 4am was doing nothing to help now.
Jack suddenly let out a jarring cough, one that Blake had
grown familiar with during his time in looking after an intoxicated Jack.
“Jack, lift your head a bit…” Blake commanded, but Jack
groaned pitifully in response. “Come on…” Blake practically pulled at his
friend’s head to position him better. “If you’re about to barf, I’d rather you
get it in the toilet…”
“I’m not about to – hickkkkkkkuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrllllllllll!”
Jack’s whole body heaved as the sudden force of the vomit gushing up from
his stomach nearly sent him flying backwards. He’d barely drawn breath before
another massive amount of puke was torrenting from his mouth.
“That’s it Jack, well done…” Blake patted Jack’s back
firmly, hoping to encourage all of Jack’s stomach to empty itself, as with a
third heave Jack retched more painfully and belched another, smaller, wave into
the toilet. “You’re doing good man, nearly done…” Blake could hear the
tell-tale empty gurgling retch that signified Jack had managed to empty his
stomach. He was still coughing, spitting tendrils of spit and vomit away from
his lips. “Good job…”
“I’m… I’m done,” Jack’s voice was a weak rasp as he wiped
his mouth on his sleeve.
“You sure?” Blake asked, and Jack nodded, closing his
eyes. “Okay.” Blake flushed the toilet, then nudged at Jack’s arm. “Come on –
bed… you’re not sleeping here.”
Blake hooked his arms under Jack’s armpits and hoisted
him to his feet, supporting him so he could get back to his room. As they
crossed the threshold to Jack’s bedroom, Blake heard a weak: “Thanks.” come from
Jack, but he didn’t reply as he deposited him into his bed and pulled the
covers over him.
(OP here. The main subplot of Gopnik AU!Bromance is now over. There is an epilogue of sorts to follow, which are basically just posts that fill in what happened during the year-long timeskip from the Bromance side - what they felt while they were making their way to Azov City, how they reunited, how their managed to get their new life going, that kind of thing. Two of them are a bit sad only because they’re going to be within the mindset of Gesa and Brodi while they were fleeing/making arrangements to leave - but you know that the latter lived, and that they met and healed and began to enjoy life together, so this was and will continue to be a happy ending for all involved!
I think there is a need for more fanfiction that presents as a reward a happiness equal to, or more than, the amount of suffering and anguish the main characters undergo. I personally have come to believe in that structure over the past couple of years, instead of focusing only on the angsty side. I hope it came through well on this subplot. Thank you so much, everyone <3)
[nick+schmidt] — “ever since i’ve known you you’ve been there. you’re always there even when i don’t want you there you’re there. that’s what a husband does. you fight for me, that’s what a husband does. you care about what i eat, that’s what a husband does. you cook for me even when i don’t ask, that’s what a husband does. when i pass out you comb my hair so there’s no knots in it, that’s what a husband does.”