ABOUT THE PIANIST ON THE SUBWAY
Title: Quasi una Fantasia
Pairing: JohnDave
Rating: GI wrote this out in a whole 20 minutes bc I had an urge to I’m sorry :’)
WOAH ORIGINAL WRITING
please do me a huge favor and read and tell me what you think unu
so I kind of just wrote this out quick because I’m thinking of writing this universe again. think of it as a prologue? or not. but this is a story I tried writing once and the story fell through.
tell me what you think of it! this is my first time posting original stuff, so please-! feedback would be lovely ovo
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There once was a society where a simple song held more power than all the kings of the world combined.
Title: The Pianist on the Subway / Chapter 16
Pairing: JohnDave
Warnings: Kisses
Title: Camp Skaia
Pairing: JohnDave
Rating: T
So I really enjoy thesunmaid’s campstuck AU and I really think you should check it out because it’s great wow ;v;
I’M NOT GOING TO UPDATE TONIGHT
BUT
HERE’S A SPOILER IF YOU WANT TO READ IT (and by spoiler I mean the first 500 words of the next chapter):
YEAH YOU BETTER BE SORRY PUNK
You shudder, feeling the wind tug at your hair. You swallow hard, mouth and throat dry with anticipation and anxiety. Licking your lips, you turn your head back over your shoulder to take a look at your crew.
Well. The men you once considered your crew mates, anyway.
They stare back at you, eyes digging into your very soul and being; their muscular arms folded over muscular chests. You’d always been the scrawny blond kid on deck.
You turn your focus back ahead of you, tightening your bound hands into fists. All there is is sea, open water. You almost laugh to yourself, remembering when you were young and the ocean still held dreams for you. But you don’t laugh; you don’t even crack a smile.
A sharp, cool metal on your bare back startles you, making you shift forward slightly- the toes of your worn boots at the edge of the wood below you; the only thing keeping you from the death below. The holder of the sword behind you leans forward and whispers into your ear. “Ready to pay for your guilt?” he asks, his words as rancid as his breath.
At that you do laugh. Guilt. Guilty, they said, for an attempted mutiny. You told them if you were guilty of such a thing, you’d be captain by now.
You’re innocent.
You know it, and the handful of others who knew it are at the bottom of the sea by now; dragged down into its depths like you will be in a moment. You don’t mind it so much. You could’ve had a worse fate. But what pisses you off more than anything, is your named partner in the whole conspiracy- Jonathan S. Egbert- is going down with you.
John- the only person in this wretched earth you could ever hoped to have loved. And probably the only person who loved you in return. He stands, as always, not more than a few feet away from you. Though now you can’t stand to look at him- his flogged skin, trembling arms, and wet cheeks. How could you?
The tip of the sword digs into your skin and you hiss as it reopens a wound. You’re taking too long for their liking. “Aye,” you spit at him. “I’m going. You’ll be through with me soon enough.” Finally, you glance over at John.
He’s already looking at you- eyes steeled and jaw set in determination. He nods and bites his lip; a nervous habit you’ve come to adore.
Before you know what’s happening, two hands are on your shoulders, shoving you forward and all of the sudden you’re falling, vaguely aware of someone shouting your name as you plummet.
You manage to close your eyes before you hit the water. It’s cold and the salt stings your skin so bad it’s almost unbearable. But you force yourself through it and manage to kick your way to the surface.
It pains your stinging back, but you manage to wiggle your hands from your back to your front- bringing your wrists down to your feet and stepping through.
It will only be a few minutes before you’re unable to keep your head above the waves. You look around you, panicked, trying to find John. Finally, you spot his dark hair and you kick over to him hurriedly trying to keep the water out of your lungs with little success.
“Dave!” you hear him call, and you swim even faster.
By the time you reach him, you’re both coughing and sputtering- already exhausted from fighting the pull of the waters. But you’re here with him now for this one last time, and that’s all that matters.
You share one last kiss before the waves lap both of you up, claiming you as their own. You loop your arms around his neck and you drag each other down into the depths, slowly slipping away.
……..did that post really just say three sentences?
oops. I tried.
no actually I really didn’t.
Title: Reasons Why
Pairing: JohnDave
Rating: T
wow you do not realize how much you’ve written until you reblog EVERYTHING onto a new blog
HEY ALSO CHECK OUT THIS WRITING BLOG THAT I JUST MADE FOLLOW IT AND ALL THAT COOL STUFF TOO YOU KNOW
Title: The Pianist on the Subway / Chapter 15
Pairing: JohnDave
Warnings: None
Title: Pianist on the Subway / Chapter 14
Pairing: JohnDave
Warnings: None
Title: Pianist on the Subway / Chapter 13
Pairing: JohnDave
Warnings: None
