AUs of AUs... crossing wiff other AUs...
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quidamlingOk, first ever 1-sentence and I'm sorta pleased with it. ♥
*headscratch* How to make this coherent.... the whole deal is more like doing origami with mirrors, warps of reflections of reverse images.
Could just think of it as stand-alone story of damsel in distress. Sorta sells the thing short, but ok, fine. XD
So for the TL; DR road map to how brains got here: SC's OC sorta-'Con Dissever, flipped through human-verse and a dinosaur-verse (he's gorgeous, btw), then a comment from Ruu about Dizzy in pirate costume and booty jokes warping him back in time to pirate-age... and just for WTF?-ery and giggles... crossing over Dizzy-saur into Captain Dissever's big giant animal pal. My OC Heatseek becomes human Heath, then maiden Heather... and since where Heatseek is, Ironhide has got to be around somewhere being grumpy; 'Hide = Ian. And for Ratchet just to keep Ironhide from blowing things up... Rochelle.
Got that? There will be a test at the end of class. Not. Ok, moving on.
Oh yeah, there's implications of smut. And it's one-sentence prompt set Gamma, but since it's not a pairing, it's really *counts fingers* like six characters - here it shall remain.
Shut up and fic already? Y/Y?
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Ring - Their parents’ only legacy; Ian received their mother’s engagement ring for someday, while two wedding bands sat cold in Heather’s palm.
Hero - Ian’s expression reflected his sense of failure, the older brother was supposed to protect the younger sister, but this was different than the monsters he fought off when she was little.
Memory – In honor of their late parents and as a favor to an old friend, Ian’s commanding officer brokered Heather a position as the handmaid to the Admiral’s daughter.
Box – It was only a trip to the coast and sailing across the straight, if she had to pack, unpack and repack one more of her mistress’s trucks, Heather was going to scream.
Run – As Ian was never much for tea parties, playing involved racing after him on horseback; now Heather is glad she can ride instead of being trapped in the carriage with her mistress.
Hurricane – The dock is a whirlwind of activity, dodging carts of goods and men lugging crates, the only window of space is the wide berth given to the Admiral bellowing orders and his daughter screeching the same.
Wings – Eventually, after the seasickness faded, Heather found she could love life onboard ship; the light spray on her face while watching white sails fly them over water.
Cold – Black flag - and as the ship pulled alongside cannons at the ready, the Admiral offered his daughter’s handmaiden in exchange for leaving the goods.
Red – When the blushing wide-eyed lass was pushed forward by her master, Captain had the strangest feeling from her expression that taking the young miss is a rescue rather than a kidnapping.
Drink – The captain brought the still-distraught girl a goblet of wine to calm her nerves, closeted in his cabin away from the roving eyes and hands of the rougher members of the crew.
Midnight – Well into the wee hours of the morning, the unsteady footfalls from the cabin slowed and ceased, letting the captain finally settle into his hammock below-deck with the rest of the sailors.
Temptation – Captain returned to his rightful quarters for the ship’s log during the dawn watch-change only to find a very alluring form in an exhausted sprawl on his bed.
View – Heather wished that true sleep had not eluded her, but watching the broad expanse of the captain’s back as he changed, even through the curtain of her lashes, seemed like an oddly fair compensation.
Music – A quick shake of his head and Captain turns attention back to the wheel and compass, but he keeps finding his ear keyed to the musical lilt of Ireland from a lean beautiful throat.
Silk – When she finally agreed to a change of clothes, Captain offered the lassie fine silks and lush satins from a merchant vessel; he had to wonder if she knew just how much the emerald she chose flattered her blue eyes.
Cover – Only he had a key, so she no longer jumped when he entered the cabin; Captain was relieved to find Heather actually sleeping this time, pulling the blanket over her shoulder and lightly brushing blond hair from her cheek.
Promise – “Crew are not to lay a hand on the girl,” Captain snarled, not without a hint of possessiveness, as he prowled the rear quarterdeck before all assembled hands.
Dream – She knew the stories, but it was easy enough to discount them as encouraged misconceptions until she saw the black and white hide of Wolf, Captain’s sea-beast guardian, with her own eyes.
Candle – Eventually the captain moved back into the cabin; she nearly undid him when long delicate fingers were curiously drawn over old scars and he whipped around to find glossy eyes glimmering in the firelight.
Talent – He knew the art of seduction, but with Heather he gentled his lust to focus on calming her nerves and slowly building her pleasure - at the expense of his own tightening agony.
Silence – Settling her against his chest in the quiet afterglow, Heather’s heart was still pounding in her ears but she heard his low purr telling her to rest and consoling her through the inevitable soreness.
Journey – “He follows wherever you go?” Heather asked of the massive critter squeak-clacking near their rudder, but Captain simply gave an enigmatic grin and squeezed her waist.
Fire – His lips left hot trails down Heather’s neck and over her breasts - she wrapped her legs around his waist, clawing at muscular shoulders while Captain reduced her to nothing but desperate want.
Strength – The crew were all very aware of what Wolf was capable of; Heather had an inkling, but was more in awe of the great beast rearing out of the water alongside a rolling ship and gently nudging at Captain’s shoulder.
Mask – “You cannae keep locking me in the cabin any time anything happens!” she railed, and Captain drew his sword saying when she could manage her own, Heather would be free to move about as she would.
Ice – Coming in after a full watch at the wheel in a frigid squall, Captain was glad for a gentle woman waiting in his cabin, willing to help strip him from soaked cloth and wrap him into her warm body.
Fall – The eighth time that her sword hit the wooden panels of the deck with a low chuckle ringing in her ears, Heather was all the more determined to master the blade; if only to erase that damned smirk from his face.
Forgotten – Ian nearly got himself court-martialed for insubordination when he rails against a commanding officer for abandoning his sister to certain death with a band of brigands.
Dance – Captain was astounded by how she curled and slid against him in perfect tempo, or how the sight of one little movement of her lean frame from across the deck could leave him wanting for hours.
Body – It seemed like Heather’s very self was betraying her; exhausted at all hours and suddenly seasick again after months on the water.
Sacred – When the ship’s surgeon confirmed the growing suspicion, Heather not-so-idly wondered that Wolf’s sudden interest in nuzzling at her belly now seemed miraculously perceptive.
Farewells – She couldn’t help but feel guilty, Captain was ending his way of life because of her, but he allays those fears by pressing to her back and resting his palm on the gentle swell just beginning to show through her skirts.
World – They had choice of the whole world but mutual agreement demanded a home near a secluded cove, with shallows and caves and seaweed-covered rocks.
Formal – Heather smiled, seeing her lover wearing the trappings of society like an awkward costume; and even in breeches and a jacket, he still seemed to unconsciously mimic Wolf’s coloring.
Fever – The rumors Captain had heard of women being standoffish while carrying a babe proved incorrect with Heather, she still seemed as eager for his attention as ever.
Laugh – “Get on with you, man,” she kissed him and nudged him toward the door, “Catch fish, yell at sailors - I know you miss command, and how much safer can I be than with a dragon watching over me?”
Lies – Heather is determined to contact Ian; he is relieved and ecstatic that his sister is alive, but somewhat dubious of the simple fisherman who rescued her from the dreaded Captain of the Wolf.
Forever – Heavy with child, Heather found no comfortable sleeping position and could only doze reclined against Captain’s chest; she was almost certain she would welcome the feeling of labor pains.
Overwhelmed – Captain led a band, Ian a battalion, but Rochelle cowed both gentlemen and before they knew what was happening they were chased from the room by a little redheaded spitfire of a midwife.
Whisper – “Easy, Heather,” Rochelle murmured soothingly, “Women’ve been doin’ this for all of time, darlin’ - your body knows how to bring forth your babe.”
Wait – Terrified blue eyes wheeled, blond locks plastered to her neck and linens damp with sweat, “I can’t... no- Not ready-”
Talk – “Mother and wee bairn are fine,” Rochelle stated when she finally emerged from the chamber; “You may see them, but keep either from resting and so help you God…”
Search – He darted into the room, breath hitching as he swept his gaze over Heather and the swaddled infant sleeping in the cradle beside her.
Hope – Exhausted blues fluttered open and caught his eyes when Captain hipped onto the edge of the bed; she leaned into his embrace and he dropped a kiss to her brow, murmuring soothing tones and affection against skin.
Eclipse – They actually preferred it this way, Ian and Rochelle’s engagement celebration entirely overshadowed their small ceremony binding a captain with his lady.
Gravity – One day Wolf came ambling up the inlet followed by four storm-grey bits, each the size of a horse; they kept trying to dive with their proud sire, but immediately popped back to the surface like corks.
Highway – As Heather cried out beneath him and they both fell over the edge of bliss, the only coherent thought he could manage was silently thanking whatever unexpected path had delivered the lass to him.
Unknown – Heather knew that her husband kept his secrets very well, curling deeper into the nest of their bed smiling at the lullaby; he thought only their wee one had ever been treated to his rich baritone.
Lock – She did eventually learn his name but after so long it felt awkward on her tongue, so he was often simply love or darlin’ - or behind closed doors and at the peak of pleasure, Captain.
Breathe – The lass snuggled back into Captain’s embrace, their babe squealing at the black and white creature of myth rising from the water in a froth of bubbles; Heather laughed, the safest place in her world - between a pirate and a sea monster.
*headscratch* How to make this coherent.... the whole deal is more like doing origami with mirrors, warps of reflections of reverse images.
Could just think of it as stand-alone story of damsel in distress. Sorta sells the thing short, but ok, fine. XD
So for the TL; DR road map to how brains got here: SC's OC sorta-'Con Dissever, flipped through human-verse and a dinosaur-verse (he's gorgeous, btw), then a comment from Ruu about Dizzy in pirate costume and booty jokes warping him back in time to pirate-age... and just for WTF?-ery and giggles... crossing over Dizzy-saur into Captain Dissever's big giant animal pal. My OC Heatseek becomes human Heath, then maiden Heather... and since where Heatseek is, Ironhide has got to be around somewhere being grumpy; 'Hide = Ian. And for Ratchet just to keep Ironhide from blowing things up... Rochelle.
Got that? There will be a test at the end of class. Not. Ok, moving on.
Oh yeah, there's implications of smut. And it's one-sentence prompt set Gamma, but since it's not a pairing, it's really *counts fingers* like six characters - here it shall remain.
Shut up and fic already? Y/Y?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ring - Their parents’ only legacy; Ian received their mother’s engagement ring for someday, while two wedding bands sat cold in Heather’s palm.
Hero - Ian’s expression reflected his sense of failure, the older brother was supposed to protect the younger sister, but this was different than the monsters he fought off when she was little.
Memory – In honor of their late parents and as a favor to an old friend, Ian’s commanding officer brokered Heather a position as the handmaid to the Admiral’s daughter.
Box – It was only a trip to the coast and sailing across the straight, if she had to pack, unpack and repack one more of her mistress’s trucks, Heather was going to scream.
Run – As Ian was never much for tea parties, playing involved racing after him on horseback; now Heather is glad she can ride instead of being trapped in the carriage with her mistress.
Hurricane – The dock is a whirlwind of activity, dodging carts of goods and men lugging crates, the only window of space is the wide berth given to the Admiral bellowing orders and his daughter screeching the same.
Wings – Eventually, after the seasickness faded, Heather found she could love life onboard ship; the light spray on her face while watching white sails fly them over water.
Cold – Black flag - and as the ship pulled alongside cannons at the ready, the Admiral offered his daughter’s handmaiden in exchange for leaving the goods.
Red – When the blushing wide-eyed lass was pushed forward by her master, Captain had the strangest feeling from her expression that taking the young miss is a rescue rather than a kidnapping.
Drink – The captain brought the still-distraught girl a goblet of wine to calm her nerves, closeted in his cabin away from the roving eyes and hands of the rougher members of the crew.
Midnight – Well into the wee hours of the morning, the unsteady footfalls from the cabin slowed and ceased, letting the captain finally settle into his hammock below-deck with the rest of the sailors.
Temptation – Captain returned to his rightful quarters for the ship’s log during the dawn watch-change only to find a very alluring form in an exhausted sprawl on his bed.
View – Heather wished that true sleep had not eluded her, but watching the broad expanse of the captain’s back as he changed, even through the curtain of her lashes, seemed like an oddly fair compensation.
Music – A quick shake of his head and Captain turns attention back to the wheel and compass, but he keeps finding his ear keyed to the musical lilt of Ireland from a lean beautiful throat.
Silk – When she finally agreed to a change of clothes, Captain offered the lassie fine silks and lush satins from a merchant vessel; he had to wonder if she knew just how much the emerald she chose flattered her blue eyes.
Cover – Only he had a key, so she no longer jumped when he entered the cabin; Captain was relieved to find Heather actually sleeping this time, pulling the blanket over her shoulder and lightly brushing blond hair from her cheek.
Promise – “Crew are not to lay a hand on the girl,” Captain snarled, not without a hint of possessiveness, as he prowled the rear quarterdeck before all assembled hands.
Dream – She knew the stories, but it was easy enough to discount them as encouraged misconceptions until she saw the black and white hide of Wolf, Captain’s sea-beast guardian, with her own eyes.
Candle – Eventually the captain moved back into the cabin; she nearly undid him when long delicate fingers were curiously drawn over old scars and he whipped around to find glossy eyes glimmering in the firelight.
Talent – He knew the art of seduction, but with Heather he gentled his lust to focus on calming her nerves and slowly building her pleasure - at the expense of his own tightening agony.
Silence – Settling her against his chest in the quiet afterglow, Heather’s heart was still pounding in her ears but she heard his low purr telling her to rest and consoling her through the inevitable soreness.
Journey – “He follows wherever you go?” Heather asked of the massive critter squeak-clacking near their rudder, but Captain simply gave an enigmatic grin and squeezed her waist.
Fire – His lips left hot trails down Heather’s neck and over her breasts - she wrapped her legs around his waist, clawing at muscular shoulders while Captain reduced her to nothing but desperate want.
Strength – The crew were all very aware of what Wolf was capable of; Heather had an inkling, but was more in awe of the great beast rearing out of the water alongside a rolling ship and gently nudging at Captain’s shoulder.
Mask – “You cannae keep locking me in the cabin any time anything happens!” she railed, and Captain drew his sword saying when she could manage her own, Heather would be free to move about as she would.
Ice – Coming in after a full watch at the wheel in a frigid squall, Captain was glad for a gentle woman waiting in his cabin, willing to help strip him from soaked cloth and wrap him into her warm body.
Fall – The eighth time that her sword hit the wooden panels of the deck with a low chuckle ringing in her ears, Heather was all the more determined to master the blade; if only to erase that damned smirk from his face.
Forgotten – Ian nearly got himself court-martialed for insubordination when he rails against a commanding officer for abandoning his sister to certain death with a band of brigands.
Dance – Captain was astounded by how she curled and slid against him in perfect tempo, or how the sight of one little movement of her lean frame from across the deck could leave him wanting for hours.
Body – It seemed like Heather’s very self was betraying her; exhausted at all hours and suddenly seasick again after months on the water.
Sacred – When the ship’s surgeon confirmed the growing suspicion, Heather not-so-idly wondered that Wolf’s sudden interest in nuzzling at her belly now seemed miraculously perceptive.
Farewells – She couldn’t help but feel guilty, Captain was ending his way of life because of her, but he allays those fears by pressing to her back and resting his palm on the gentle swell just beginning to show through her skirts.
World – They had choice of the whole world but mutual agreement demanded a home near a secluded cove, with shallows and caves and seaweed-covered rocks.
Formal – Heather smiled, seeing her lover wearing the trappings of society like an awkward costume; and even in breeches and a jacket, he still seemed to unconsciously mimic Wolf’s coloring.
Fever – The rumors Captain had heard of women being standoffish while carrying a babe proved incorrect with Heather, she still seemed as eager for his attention as ever.
Laugh – “Get on with you, man,” she kissed him and nudged him toward the door, “Catch fish, yell at sailors - I know you miss command, and how much safer can I be than with a dragon watching over me?”
Lies – Heather is determined to contact Ian; he is relieved and ecstatic that his sister is alive, but somewhat dubious of the simple fisherman who rescued her from the dreaded Captain of the Wolf.
Forever – Heavy with child, Heather found no comfortable sleeping position and could only doze reclined against Captain’s chest; she was almost certain she would welcome the feeling of labor pains.
Overwhelmed – Captain led a band, Ian a battalion, but Rochelle cowed both gentlemen and before they knew what was happening they were chased from the room by a little redheaded spitfire of a midwife.
Whisper – “Easy, Heather,” Rochelle murmured soothingly, “Women’ve been doin’ this for all of time, darlin’ - your body knows how to bring forth your babe.”
Wait – Terrified blue eyes wheeled, blond locks plastered to her neck and linens damp with sweat, “I can’t... no- Not ready-”
Talk – “Mother and wee bairn are fine,” Rochelle stated when she finally emerged from the chamber; “You may see them, but keep either from resting and so help you God…”
Search – He darted into the room, breath hitching as he swept his gaze over Heather and the swaddled infant sleeping in the cradle beside her.
Hope – Exhausted blues fluttered open and caught his eyes when Captain hipped onto the edge of the bed; she leaned into his embrace and he dropped a kiss to her brow, murmuring soothing tones and affection against skin.
Eclipse – They actually preferred it this way, Ian and Rochelle’s engagement celebration entirely overshadowed their small ceremony binding a captain with his lady.
Gravity – One day Wolf came ambling up the inlet followed by four storm-grey bits, each the size of a horse; they kept trying to dive with their proud sire, but immediately popped back to the surface like corks.
Highway – As Heather cried out beneath him and they both fell over the edge of bliss, the only coherent thought he could manage was silently thanking whatever unexpected path had delivered the lass to him.
Unknown – Heather knew that her husband kept his secrets very well, curling deeper into the nest of their bed smiling at the lullaby; he thought only their wee one had ever been treated to his rich baritone.
Lock – She did eventually learn his name but after so long it felt awkward on her tongue, so he was often simply love or darlin’ - or behind closed doors and at the peak of pleasure, Captain.
Breathe – The lass snuggled back into Captain’s embrace, their babe squealing at the black and white creature of myth rising from the water in a froth of bubbles; Heather laughed, the safest place in her world - between a pirate and a sea monster.
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