Made for Something
A TUMBLR FILL. And, storyline, I suppose. C:
stormwind13 asked: Thank you for answering - in that case, just Jason/Tim fluff in pirates verse?
Here you go! I hope you like it!
And. I do know that “A Pirate’s Life For Me” isn’t actually a pirate drinking song. But. It is the proper drinking song for pirates! Maybe. C:
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Captain Todd watches from the raised deck where the wheel sits. The Bloodletter is anchored offshore of an island, near the Spanish coast (they carry a lot of gold). The crew is basking in the joy of a successful (monstrously successful) double raid on a Spanish merchant vessel and an English navy ship along the same stretch of French coastline.
Tim is an active participant in the revelry, singing drinking songs (even though he doesn’t drink) and dancing with other crew members. His boots beat out a counter-rhythm to the beat provided by the clapping of the crew. (And to think Tim is normally so quiet.)
Tim’s laughter (loud, boisterous laughter) lights his face. Something inside Jason squeezes.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me,” Tim leads the crew in one of their favorite drinking songs. “We pillage, we plunder, we loot, and we sack, drink up, me hearties, yo ho!”
It is beautiful, seeing Tim so happy and lively. Jason had only been at Bruce’s house with Tim for a couple years, and Tim had always been solemn and quiet. So serious. So sad.
“One of the men dancing on deck with Tim stumbles (he’s been drinking quite a bit of rum and brandy) and the crew laughs. Tim almost doubles over with his own laughter when that same crewman falls over and gets some rum (or is it brandy?) dumped on him.
Jason thinks Tim was made for piracy. The companionship and fun of it anyway. Obviously, he was not made for the killing part. (But Jason hasn’t killed anyone in weeks, so Tim doesn’t have to worry about that, now does he?)
Another thought follows on that one’s heels.
Perhaps. Perhaps-if people can be made for something-perhaps Jason was made for Tim (and that does not sound cliche). It causes a giddy, squeezing feeling to close in around his heart. It feels like the fever from whatever-it-was that Tim treated (only Jason doesn’t feet sick, exactly, not like he did with the bacteria).
Warmth crawls up his neck and reaches for his cheeks. He want to keep Tim happy and laughing. He wants to cause Tim’s happiness and laughter. Jason wants Tim.
(Jason is certain that this is was love feels like; like longing and laughter, needles and warmth.)
Jason jumps over the railing and walks towards his crew, enjoying themselves around the mast. They laugh, holding up their tankards. Roy knocks his fist against Jason’s calf, holding out a tankard for Jason to take.
He does. “Ready to party with us, Cap’n?” Roy asks (his cheeks are pink with liquor).
Jason takes a long gulp of rum (Spanish stuff, excellent quality) and grins. “In-fucking-deed, mate.” He walks up to Tim, whose cheeks are flushed from laughter and dancing, and finishes off the rest of the rum. Then, he drops the tankard to the deck, loos his right arm around Tim’s back, and crushes their lips together.
Tim’s arms go around Jason’s neck, (surprise sparks at the back of his brain a the positive response. Jason had just been going with his feelings. But the spark fizzles out when he realizes he’s too happy to care why.)
The crew whistles and cheers.
Tim grins against Jason’s lips as he slowly pulls away. “Something you wanted to say, Captain?”
“I love you.” Yes he does, and Tim needed to know. (The kissing was necessary.)
“Feeling feverish again?” Tim makes a show of putting a hand to Jason’s cheek. He leaves is there.
“Not at all.”
Tim laughs, leaning up to whisper in Jason’s ear. “I love you too, Captain Todd.”
“You sound like you’ve been waiting.”
“I have.” Flutter of lashes. “A while.”
Jason tips Tim backwards, getting more cheers from the crew (Roy is the loudest of them all, and probably the most drunk). When he brings Tim back up, Captain Todd’s crew breaks back into song.
Jason and Tim join in.
“Dadadada, and really bad eggs. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!”
stormwind13 asked: Thank you for answering - in that case, just Jason/Tim fluff in pirates verse?
Here you go! I hope you like it!
And. I do know that “A Pirate’s Life For Me” isn’t actually a pirate drinking song. But. It is the proper drinking song for pirates! Maybe. C:
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Captain Todd watches from the raised deck where the wheel sits. The Bloodletter is anchored offshore of an island, near the Spanish coast (they carry a lot of gold). The crew is basking in the joy of a successful (monstrously successful) double raid on a Spanish merchant vessel and an English navy ship along the same stretch of French coastline.
Tim is an active participant in the revelry, singing drinking songs (even though he doesn’t drink) and dancing with other crew members. His boots beat out a counter-rhythm to the beat provided by the clapping of the crew. (And to think Tim is normally so quiet.)
Tim’s laughter (loud, boisterous laughter) lights his face. Something inside Jason squeezes.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me,” Tim leads the crew in one of their favorite drinking songs. “We pillage, we plunder, we loot, and we sack, drink up, me hearties, yo ho!”
It is beautiful, seeing Tim so happy and lively. Jason had only been at Bruce’s house with Tim for a couple years, and Tim had always been solemn and quiet. So serious. So sad.
“One of the men dancing on deck with Tim stumbles (he’s been drinking quite a bit of rum and brandy) and the crew laughs. Tim almost doubles over with his own laughter when that same crewman falls over and gets some rum (or is it brandy?) dumped on him.
Jason thinks Tim was made for piracy. The companionship and fun of it anyway. Obviously, he was not made for the killing part. (But Jason hasn’t killed anyone in weeks, so Tim doesn’t have to worry about that, now does he?)
Another thought follows on that one’s heels.
Perhaps. Perhaps-if people can be made for something-perhaps Jason was made for Tim (and that does not sound cliche). It causes a giddy, squeezing feeling to close in around his heart. It feels like the fever from whatever-it-was that Tim treated (only Jason doesn’t feet sick, exactly, not like he did with the bacteria).
Warmth crawls up his neck and reaches for his cheeks. He want to keep Tim happy and laughing. He wants to cause Tim’s happiness and laughter. Jason wants Tim.
(Jason is certain that this is was love feels like; like longing and laughter, needles and warmth.)
Jason jumps over the railing and walks towards his crew, enjoying themselves around the mast. They laugh, holding up their tankards. Roy knocks his fist against Jason’s calf, holding out a tankard for Jason to take.
He does. “Ready to party with us, Cap’n?” Roy asks (his cheeks are pink with liquor).
Jason takes a long gulp of rum (Spanish stuff, excellent quality) and grins. “In-fucking-deed, mate.” He walks up to Tim, whose cheeks are flushed from laughter and dancing, and finishes off the rest of the rum. Then, he drops the tankard to the deck, loos his right arm around Tim’s back, and crushes their lips together.
Tim’s arms go around Jason’s neck, (surprise sparks at the back of his brain a the positive response. Jason had just been going with his feelings. But the spark fizzles out when he realizes he’s too happy to care why.)
The crew whistles and cheers.
Tim grins against Jason’s lips as he slowly pulls away. “Something you wanted to say, Captain?”
“I love you.” Yes he does, and Tim needed to know. (The kissing was necessary.)
“Feeling feverish again?” Tim makes a show of putting a hand to Jason’s cheek. He leaves is there.
“Not at all.”
Tim laughs, leaning up to whisper in Jason’s ear. “I love you too, Captain Todd.”
“You sound like you’ve been waiting.”
“I have.” Flutter of lashes. “A while.”
Jason tips Tim backwards, getting more cheers from the crew (Roy is the loudest of them all, and probably the most drunk). When he brings Tim back up, Captain Todd’s crew breaks back into song.
Jason and Tim join in.
“Dadadada, and really bad eggs. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!”