GazAlex Undercover AU Sneak Peek
Author's Note: I blame @stuffireadandenjoy for having me already working on this when I promised myself I wouldn't start another WIP until I finished at least one of them. But someone had to come up with the idea of Selkies!Soap and Gaz trying to seduce Ghost and Alex respectively...
Anyways, good reading to y'all and feel free to ask questions/for more snippets since it won't be a priority work.
If y'all want to suggest titles for the fic, I'm all for it. I know nothing but what happens below and like 2, maybe 3 scenes
A fucking cruise.
That's the last thing Kyle Garrick wants in his life.
He's good and well with ships and the water, but something about cruises specifically makes the sergeant want to cut his career short. His hatred stems from an unfortunate experience in his childhood, but the haunting memory of the incident has forever tarnished his ability to calmly step foot onto a cruise ship.
Needless to say, the sour expression on his face is enough to clue Captain Price and Laswell into his displeasure with the proposed undercover operation he's being assigned.
"It's only two weeks. That's the window we have on these guys, and they're using the cruise as cover for moving some items of interest." Laswell says in an attempt to ease Gaz's clear disgust. Gaz doesn't respond, just remains frowning as he listens.
"You'll be working with a contact of mine. We'll have you two meet and then we'll discuss the cover story." Laswell continues as she ignores the pouting sergeant in front of her.
But Gaz's problem isn't just the idea of being stuck on a cruise ship.
It's being in an undercover operation while stuck on a cruise ship.
Of course, Gaz's luck is just so that he's never done such an in-depth undercover operation before, and it especially doesn't help he's not even gotten a name for the partner he's been assigned.
"Trustworthy?" Gaz asks, and Price quirks a brow, mostly amused that Gaz would be bold enough to question the trustworthiness of Laswell's contact.
"I like to believe so. And he's done plenty of undercover operations, so he can help keep your head above water during the two weeks." Laswell answers, and Gaz's mood only worsens. The second to last thing he needs in life is a bossy, know-it-all "partner" telling him what to do. Laswell must notice his displeasure, as she shakes her head with a smile.
"Relax, he's not a bossy person. Far from it, if you had to ask me." Laswell's clarification does little to ease Gaz's frustrations, but it helps some. At least he might be treated more with respect and given advice, rather than be strictly ordered around. Gaz sighs, letting the tension fall from his shoulders as he slouches further in his seat.
"You can back out anytime, Gaz." Price mumbles, and Gaz glances over at him. There's no judgement, just concern, and it eases more of Gaz's anxieties.
"No, I'm in."
"Good. Tomorrow, you two will meet for breakfast and then head back here for a briefing on further mission details." Laswell hands Gaz a small piece of paper, the address of the place he's meeting tomorrow morning written across it. He takes it with a nod, the reality of his commitment starting to get to him.
Here's to hoping this works.
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reflecting on some of my comphet crushes and also thinking about the possibility of “oh what if i’ve actually been bi along” (which also brings the attraction of men into question) and like... what i’ve realized is that a majority of my comphet crushes/fixations were more based around a comfort thing rather than like. an actual romantic fantasy.
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So.. Grian is doing a bureaucracy now?
i unironically love it tbh. we have a mayoral office with ministries. we have a post office. now we have the annoying to deal with government agency for like, the hermitcraft equivalent of filing business paperwork. we have like... so much mundane and kind of inane government infrastructure this season and i adore it. i really REALLY hope they build another courthouse to go with all of this tbh please if anytime is ready for that it is CLEARLY NOW. i want this to be the season of doing so much stupid paperwork. unironically. i want that SO BADLY. i am SO READY.
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i. about 2 weeks ago, i was told there's a good chance that in 5 or so years, i'll need a wheelchair.
ii. okay. i loved harry potter as a kid. i have a hypothesis about this to be honest - why people still kind of like it. it's that she got very lucky. she managed to make a cross-generational hit. it was something shared for both parents and kids. it was right at the start of a huge cultural shift from pre to post-internet. i genuinely think many people were just seeking community; not her writing. it was a nice shorthand to create connection. which is a long way of saying - she didn't build this legacy, we built it for her. she got lucky, just once. that's all.
iii. to be real with you, i still struggle with identifying as someone with a disability, which is wild, especially given the ways my life has changed. i always come up against internalized ableism and shame - convinced even right now that i'm faking it for attention. i passed out in a grocery store recently. i hit my head on the shelves while i went down.
iv. he raises his eyebrows while he sends me a look. her most recent new book has POTS featured in it. okay, i say. i already don't like where this is going. we both take another bite of ramen. it is a trait of the villain, he says. we both roll our eyes about it.
v. so one of the things about being nonbinary but previously super into harry potter is that i super hate jk rowling. but it is also not good for my mental health to regret any form of joy i engaged with as a kid. i can't punish my young self for being so into the books - it was a passion, and it was how i made most of my friends. everyone knew about it. i felt like everyone had my same joy, my same fixation. as a "weird kid", this sense of belonging resonated with me so loudly that i would have done anything to protect it.
vi. as a present, my parents once took me out of school to go see the second movie. it is an incredibly precious memory: my mom straight-up lying about a dentist appointment. us snickering and sneaking into the weekday matinee. within seven years of this experience, the internet would be a necessity to get my homework finished. the world had permanently changed. harry potter was a relic, a way any of us could hold onto something of the analog.
vii. by sheer luck, the year that i started figuring out the whole gender fluid thing was also the first year people started to point out that she might have some internalized biases. i remember tumblr before that; how often her name was treated as godhood. how harry potter was kind of a word synonymous for "nerdy but cool." i would walk out of that year tasting he/him and they/them; she would walk out snarling and snapping about it.
viii. when i teach older kids creative writing, i usually tell them - so, she did change the face of young adult fiction, there's no denying that. she had a lot more opportunities than many of us will - there were more publishing houses, less push for "virally" popular content creators. but beyond reading another book, we need to write more books. we need to uplift the voices of those who remain unrepresented. we need to push for an exposure to the bigotry baked into the publishing system. and i promise you: you can write better than she ever did. nothing she did was what was magical - it was the way that the community responded to it.
ix. i get home from ramen. three other people have screenshotted the POTS thing and sent it to me. can you fucking believe we're still hearing this shit from her when it's almost twenty-fucking-twenty-three. the villain is notably also popular on tumblr. i just think that's funny. this woman is a billionaire and she's mad that she can't control the opinions of some people on a dying blue site that makes no money. lady, and i mean this - get a fucking life.
x. i am sorry to the kid i was. maybe the kid you were too. none of us deserved to see something like this ruined. that thing used to be precious to me. and now - all those good times; measured into dust.
/// 9.6.2022 // FUCKING AGAIN, JK? Are you fucking kidding me?
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