#scott/em

[gumnut-logic]

Found this Scott and Em Harris 'discussion' on my hard drive.

Em Harris is an OC from Gentle Rain.

Language warning for this as she is not happy at all.

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“I’m just trying to keep you from dying! Don’t you see that? I care about you and you are the last person I ever want to see dead out there, so just fucking listen to me for once!”

Scott blinked at the fire in her words. He would have taken a step back, but he was held by his seat in One, its safety harness and back preventing him from moving an inch away from the fury of his wife.

Em hovered in front of him, the white of her medical baldric glaring at him. It had stains. Some identifiable, some not so much. But all of which he wished he could have protected her from.

But he couldn’t.

Because she was who she was and there was no way he could hold her back from helping people any more than he could himself. If there was one thing they both shared, it was that.

Her determination was what made her so beautiful.

“Emaline-“

“No!” She held up a hand. “You don’t get to speak after a stupid stunt like that. All you had to do was wait for Virgil.”

“There wasn’t time!”

“Another thirty seconds, Scott! If Virgil hadn’t caught you, YOU WOULD BE DEAD!” Her pale blue eyes electrified with a mixture of fury and fear. “I almost lost you! For no reason!”

“A life was saved!”

“Virgil nearly missed the both of you! He has enough bruising from his leap off that cliff after you to inspire his next painting. Kay is going to kick your ass, flyboy.”

Scott swallowed. Kayo he could handle, but he hadn’t realised Virgil had been hurt. “Is Virgil okay?”

Em sighed and looked down a moment before looking him in the eye. “No. No, he is not. You owe him an apology.”

As if he was aware of his name being mentioned, Virgil’s calm voice issued over comes. “Thunderbird Two departing danger zone. Transporting injured to Capetown Medical and returning to base.”

The line cut out before Scott could reply. The lack of personal address or even his callsign was enough to illustrate exactly how much shit he was in with his brother.

“Scott, please.” And suddenly the anger in her voice was gone. “Why? Why is your life not worth as much to you as it is to me?”

She wasn’t crying, but there was so much grief in her voice, he had to reach out and pull her to him.

There was resistance at first. She was as stubborn as she was determined to the point of the words being synonyms.  But then, as light as she always was, he drew her into his arms, hoverscoot rising at an angle and their baldrics clattering as they met. Her head landed on his shoulder and he held her there, stroking the nape of her neck where her hair bun left it bare.

“I’m sorry.” It was an exhalation.

“Please don’t do that again.” It was muffled into his uniform.

“Em, you know I can’t guar-“

It was exactly the wrong thing to say. She flung herself backwards, pulling away. Practised reflexes let her go out of respect, but he grabbed at her again. No!

She didn’t let him reach her, her hoverjets humming almost as angrily as her expression.

“No, Scott Tracy, you can guarantee. You can tell me that you will wait. You can tell me that you will consider. You will tell me that you trust your brothers’ knowledge and experience. And you can tell me that I am important enough in your life for you to not give up that life in a situation that can be easily avoided.” She drew in a breath. “If you can’t value your own life enough yourself, then value it for me.” A breath. “I love you, Scott…please.”

Every rule, every philosophy, every self determination screamed at him to deny her. The thought of putting his life above others was anathema. But his strategic mind flipped the equation without permission and he saw his actions from her point of view.

His brain listed off his abilities, how he should have been able to handle the situation safely.

And how it had all gone so far south so quickly, and how only the quick actions of his engineer brother had prevented a very long plummet down a very high cliff.

His first thought had been gratitude and admiration for his brother’s skill and the fact the rescue was a successful one.

He didn’t register Virgil’s grunts as anything other than simple exertion. Now looking back, now he didn’t have his arms full of terrified rescuee, he could take a moment to examine exactly what had happened.

Virgil hadn’t said a thing.

He had rappelled them back up the cliff. It had been all business and as the adrenalin had waned, Scott had just felt tired. Em took the rescuee into Two and after a silent scan with Virgil’s mediscanner, Scott had returned to One.

It was just another rescue almost gone wrong.

Virgil had just saved the day…again.

What if he had waited? Would the man have fallen?

His heart feared what would have happened if he did. That was why he had jumped himself despite the fragility of the rockface.

He looked up at his beautiful wife. “I don’t know if I can stand by and risk a death I can prevent.”

Her lips thinned, but her eyes were sad. “Neither can I.” She drew in a breath. “Commander Scott Tracy, as Lead Medical Officer of International Rescue, I’m citing you for reckless self-endangerment and recommending psychological review.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I can’t lose you, Scott.” Little more than breath. “Not like this.

“I just can’t.”

-o-o-o-

[bed-of-ashes]

as an aroace person who sees other aspec people get frustrated with the lack of nonromantic relationships being represented as anything other than sibling, I grant you: hermit relationships

Grian & Pearl: siblings, actually

Pearl & Scott: platonic

Cleo & Scott: queerplatonic

Jimmy & Tango: romantic

Grian & Scar: sexual but like they turned Complicated pretty fast lets be real

Pearl & Gem: ????)?),?

Etho & Joel: probably a disorder really

Martyn & Ren: theater kids.

[tonia-aaaaa]

block boys' group photo gone wrong

(original under the cut)

[saintmalosunsets]

BAND OF BROTHERS — DONALD MALARKEY’S ARMS

[imaginationblur]

Which Sal, which Sal...

[lichqueenlibrarian]

[fruitfulfaggot]

a sketch that I spent waaay too long trying to get right. anyway I think one (1) kiss from wallace would fix scott somehow

[plum-pitt]

Imagine if they gave Cyclops ruby contact lenses instead of the glasses so it just looks like he’s got glowing red eyes at all hours of the day.

[spoonmoment119]

erm... ace attorney au 👍

credit to @totallynotpuri and @sleepiestslooth for the idea :]

[llamahearted]

chicks dig the fuzzy dude (it's 2002 and they are nine years old and someday they will realize they wanted his exact gender the entire time)

prints ✩ track

[gumnut-logic]

Ahhh, a fragment of the long unfinished from my Virgil/Kayo days (my archive is a scary place, all sorts of things can be found in there).

Rest of WiP can be found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18801865

From A Little Chaos

I want to write, but my body is demanding sleep, damnit. So here is just a tiny bit from the last chapter of A Little Chaos to prove to you that I haven’t forgotten the fic (or The Bellini Incident which is just below it on the WIP list). I admit that I’m missing the Scott/Em and Virgil/Kayo dynamic as I last wrote some of this in May and it is now the end of June. Time just gets away (and all those episode tags really are to blame :D). But anyway, tiny dash of fic.

The scene: In hospital, Kayo in the bed, Scott and Virgil on either side.

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A moment, the soft brush of Virgil’s fingers against her cheek, in her hair, she could almost drift. “Love you.” It was whispered, she barely heard herself, but a soft kiss to her forehead and she knew he had caught it. Her hand gently squeezed and she realised he was holding it.

The familiar hiss of hoverjets and a third member of her family darted into the room. Kayo realised her eyes were closed again, leaning into Virgil’s touch, his safety.

She forced them open.

Em was very much the doctor beside her, checking her IV, updating her eRecord on the wall, but the smile she sent her was all friend and fondness. “How are you feeling?”

“Slow.” She frowned, definitely slow. That hand squeezed hers again. “Safe.”

Em smiled. “The first is a side effect of the anaesthesia. The second, well, you have two very capable, handsome and buff men sitting beside your bed. Not much is getting past them, let me tell you.” A grin. “And last I looked there was another in orbit who has hacked the hospital network, another sitting outside the door glaring at anyone who comes near, a fifth one down in the cafeteria garnering supplies and you should see the woman heckling the medical staff. Her hair may be grey, but she pulls no punches.”

Kayo couldn’t help but let her mouth curve in a smile. “They’re well trained.”

A return smile. “That they are.”

-o-o-o-

[secondstar-acorn]

i caved

[readingtheentrails]

Emile Thanks You

Lorne - Gwendoline Christie

Severance - Season 2, Episode 10 - Cold Harbour

Lorne Gifs 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11

[morickkk]

Hes a bit silly isnt he

[mikupepsi]

Some au gambit being a SLUT per usual like in every other universe. Some context below:

1. Scott Remy and Logan start this drinking game, Scott being a bit of a lightweight gets the most drunk, and erm...ya. Ig it's not Gambit being a slut here but more like a slut ENABLER.

2. In my au some mishap happens and Logan from the past shows up to the present and ofc Remy doesn't gaf at all...

[saym0-0]

au where scars winner lore applies to all of them. they're all left wandering around their empty worlds waiting for the next season to start for a brief respite from the loneliness