achived

𝙆𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙉

[ 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 + 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ]   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

he was riled up, set ablaze and nose flaring. glaring slit eyes made the crew coward, sending them off skittering like tiny critters. 𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣 had been exponentially angry with the crew save for a very few that already got themselves out of his way the moment his mood changed.

there was something feral in him and he just didn’t know what it was that made him be so angry but 𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙖 had been provoking him a lot. of course, they had to keep it in their character to tease with nasty insults and banter to keep their profile intact. 

having the rest of the ravagers know they were more than simple 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 who hated each other and would rather chew their faces than share a kiss or two would be an extremely bad thing and they couldn’t risk the advantage that would give the lot.

when he slammed in his code to he quarters, the tension slipped like raindrops on worn leather. the door shut and it was quiet and dark.

as the light brighten slowly, he caught 𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙖 sitting on the bed, smiling knowingly.

          （ ya sure got me good today. ya almost convinced me ya’d hated me. ）𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣 stomped toward the bed, grabbing her none too gently by the straps of her leathers and pulled her up.（ ay bet yer were thinkin’ of me all day even when ya were insultin’ me, 𝙜𝙚𝙢. ）he whispered in her ear and turned her head so their lips would meet fiercely. the first mate spun them so he could sit on the mattress, dragging her to straddle him and finally rested his hands on her bum, pinching her. 

their lips didn’t part and the kiss went from fierce to messy as tongues twisted against one another, as teeth sought skin, nips here and there... navy blood mixing together, coloring pale lips a shade of tasteful blue.

his lungs burned and he had to break the kiss in order to breathe.（yer my 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, aren’t ya? ）the words were spoken upon her lips, grin matching his question. it was wanton and feral and flark he wanted her.

it was far from purposeful, a slight pinch of concern granted but when he emerges she grows all the more lax. it’s with her upbringing of being so quiet, & though there’s times when she can be rather rambunctious after a few rounds at the bar, here shes quite within her element.

     ( sorry, i was just curious. med bays been pretty dead fer once, so this is the time i get to explore about. )

his explanation of the complication he was working hard to fix didn’t surprise her - some of the others could be both a clumsy and rater filthy bunch at times, so its not surprise that was the reason.

     ( just…like sayin’ hi, thats all )

          （ nah don’t be sorry, s’not your fault. just a lil tense these days, it’s all. ）he tried to wipe the grease and filth on his leather but stopped, admitting to himself that it wasn’t classy to do it in front of the girl and the grim wouldn’t adhere to the hide. so he opted for the rag that was somewhat cleaner than his hands overall and went to fetch it. 

of course it had to be right next to 𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙖 and he tried not to gulp his saliva and choke on it because wow she was 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮. 

            （ ya came all the way up here just to say hi to me? ）he tried to hide the surprise in his tone but 𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣 had never been good at that. it was probably why they called him the quiet one, why bother talking when everything he tried hide just poured out so freely.

          （ h-hi... ）he finally stammered a response when he realized she just stood there, awkwardly and probably regretting being here already.

there was a certain weight to the hand that finally fell to a slap upon the console. though it did not break upon the impact of 𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 force to machine, 𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣 could feel the throbbing pain that it caused as the tremors shot up from metallic limbs to real flesh. he hissed and cursed in his native tongue. 

obsidian slit pupils expanded, ringing its navy irises to practically none as he turned to his 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣, nostrils flaring. 

（ no, 𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪. t’wasn’t. ）voice quipped, he shook his head furiously as he stomped his way to the centaurian sitting in commanding chair of the quandrant.

（ ay never meant to cause a mutiny but ay meant what ay said. ）he pressed a finger to 𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪’s chest, none too gently.（ay’ve made mistakes and ay’ve paid the price from yer own damn greasy hands. mutiny aside, ay’ve been loyal to you ever since the day you’ve taken me in. ay’ve taken shots after shots for yo— ）the last word died in his throat as he caught the unreadable glare of his 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 and he snarled. 

（ ya see, it s’been weeks since ya came back from wherever ya went when we had a funeral for ya. t’wasn’t easy on that 𝙗𝙤𝙮, t’wasn’t easy for me! the only thing ay had sketched in my brain was the look ya gave me when they strapped ya to that chair and then ya floating in space, dead and ay kept tellin’ myself that ay caused this! if ay hadn’t speak up, nothin’ would have had come to this. that didn’t sit well with me… ay felt 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮… ay felt like ay felt like ay was the one who 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 ya! ）he was screaming now, throat and lungs burning as he felt treacherous tears escape down his cheeks. ya always been soft on my 𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣. he could almost hear 𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪in his head.

he was bent forward, face merely inches to his 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 as he kept spilling his gut in his impassive features.

（ no matter how many times ay’m gonna tell ya ay’m sorry, ya’ll brush it off as if it had never happened but it did and ay’ve still got it carved in my brain, 𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪! don’t ya fuckin’ dare rub me in the dirt, ay’ve been dragged through it long enough but but listen and listen up good, ya 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙨…. ）

            （ay’ll always be loyal to ya! ）

“ I AINT CONCERNED ABOUT YOU.” however rocket found himself looking over the idiot savant,  who from what he could tell WASNT BADLY HURT–  “ is there a reason youre on my ship ?” this question was sharp,, not that he didn’t like this guy, but he didn’t like blood on his THINGS.  // cnt. @ravagerloyal​

          （ yer ship? are ya and 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚 still fightin’ over who’s the best pilot? maybe ay should pitch in, ay kinda taught that kid how to but as far as ay’m concern, this ship wasn’t yers before. 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧 flames are still plastered everywhere on these walls. ）he grunted, wincing as he pressed a hand to his side, pushing at the wound to keep it from bleeding so much but navy blood still seeped through and stained red leather glove. （ came to help you guys after receivin’ a distress call sayin’ that half the universe had been dusted by 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨. ）and yeaaah, knowing that 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙡 had been part of that wipe out didn’t sit well with 𝙤𝙗𝙛𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞. not that he cared for the lot... then again, thinking about it and he sort of did... so he had rounded up a full on army of blood thirsty 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨.

          （ some 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙨 shot me down and now ay here. ）