find me and follow me - hayden

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It was a date. Definitely a date.

Well, it was a date disguised as a direct order from the captain. And even at that, it wasn't anything like a ...'normal' date. Knowing both Hayden Winchester and Remy Baudelaire, it was probably going to end up with Remy firing off order after ridiculous order to the hopelessly patient first mate. Ah, what a good-natured first mate the captain had!

Oh well. At least the location was somewhat romantic ...even if the area was chosen by complete accident. In fact, the direction-less captain had gotten himself lost for about the eightieth time today and he was finally forced to send his gentleman Swellow, Eames, to call for his indispensable Hayden to come and fetch him as usual. It wasn't like the captain did it on purpose. After all, Remy certainly didn't ask God or Arceus or whoever was watching over to bestow upon his soul a general lack of direction. He did have to admit that there was a certain pleasure he derived from pestering the younger man and humiliating him was even more thoroughly entertaining.

Nevertheless, Remy awaited the advent of his precious first mate with remarkable patience. As he was stranded in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere, he felt compelled to go exploring as all good pirates did and the captain did just that. Along his journey of surveying the greens that occupied the area, Remy finally came across a magnificent waterfall. ...Perhaps the falls should've been a clue as to where he might have been, but he didn't even bother with the thought. Instead, he found himself instantly enamored with the lake. Maybe a nice swim to keep himself entertained? Swiftly, he slipped out of his heavy boots ( the seventh pair today, honestly, that Salvatore ... ) and, quickly, he slipped his loose shirt off of his well-muscled torso, allowing the flimsy fabric to flutter to the floor. Remy took a moment to admire his own reflection, turning this way and that, before he slipped into the icy water without hesitation.

A small shudder raced through his spine, but he paid no attention to the temperature of the water, completely dunking his head underneath. Gasping, the captain quickly pulled back up, sinking into the shallow water comfortably. Ah, if only Hayden was currently here to fetch him one of those margaritas. In fact ...Remy grinned.

"Hayden Winchester, if you're out there, you better have a margarita for me!" His call was playful and completely teasing. The captain totally could've went for a nice drink though. Something to ease his completely 'troubled' mind. He called again, "Get me one of those umbrellas too! And a slice of lemon! Much obliged, my good man! See you in less than ten seconds with my order!"

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a sigh is all that greets the fantastic swellow before the first mate rises from his seat at his wooden table, scarred and inked with use. hayden winchester only reaches out a hand to touch at the dual blue and orange head of the regal pokemon, before sending a slight smile. 'i'll only be a minute,' he says, before picking up his discarded jacket and sliding it onto his form. he also takes his oshawott, aquarius, for the ride; the other pokemon are slumbering, and he wishes not for them to wake. with a slight gesture, hayden sets foot out from his room, blinking to adjust to the light before following the swellow that had set its wings upon flight, climbing and rising altitude with each gust of wind that arose its planes of feathers.

seriously, it's just like the captain to ruin his day from the beginning - and block him from actually getting some relaxation and a curl with a good piece of literature. but no, he gets himself stranded somewhere; and apparently, has no-one else to pick him up. serves him right, huff. before he has to leave town, though, he picks up his leather rucksack from behind the cabin's door and stuffs some food into the container, yet nothing fancy - a canteen filled with water for himself, and another filled with an alcoholic beverage for his so sweet captain. in went the meager meal of the beef sandwich he'd bought from the market earlier - but he was definitely eating his fill. if the other even so as touched his sandwich, he would flip.

it was amazing how quickly he could become angry at remy baudelaire's antics. no-one could get a rise out of him as the dark-haired pirate.

stepping away from the village into the wilderness, hayden shades his eyes from the glare of the sun as he lets out an exhale, climbing a small hill before lifting his eyes against the skies to see eames, remy's swellow, flit away into an intricate shape of trees; almost like a maze. dipping down to let his thirsty oshawott take some of his water, he continued on the trail, picking up the poor water-type pokemon. he really wasn't suited for this trip ... he worried, chewing at his lower lip in thought. maybe there was a small lake or something? he had never ventured out so far before, and the possibilities were endless! maybe he could see another type of a pokemon! that would be just grandiose! oh, new friends! the thought excited him, and a dreaming grin settled itself against his lips as he sprang with a new draw in his step, trying to catch sight of the aerial pokemon in the air.

he paused, though; aquarius was behaving rather oddly. it was moving around more, a new burst of strength seeming to overtake his actions - and its cries much more prominent. confused, hayden let go and dropped the pokemon carefully on the mossed floor, where it dashed out of view. with a cry, the first mate chased the small pokemon, calling out the name without any effect. wiping some perspiration from his brow and fanning at his shirt, he took a moment to catch his breath before he carefully let down a small vine, seeing something rather peculiar. aquarius was there, which was a relief - but right when he did so, a figure moved in the rippling water - and it all made sense. aquarius had probably smelt the water, and being the flitting pokemon it was, had followed its instincts to douse the coat of his with the given water. hayden reached out a hand, but not before a voice carried over the expanse of land and made him twitch - both of annoyance, yet an undertone of assurance.

margarita, his ass.

'nope, sorry,' he says as he steps out from the undergrowth, feeling the spray of the cold water as he raises an eyebrow, 'no margaritas. what are you even doing?' is his exasperated comment as he leans down, the clothes on the floor confirming his suspicion that he had just went into the waterfall for a swim. it was then all hell broke loose. 'oh, god, what if a sharpedo is in there? what were you thinking?!' hayden almost shrieks, hands flailing at his sides, 'it's negative-something-degrees out here, and you're thinking of going for a swim? i thought you were lost or something --' he crosses his arms then, taking a big gulp and wishing his nerves to calm down - he was overreacting, and too fast. 'just. get out.' he turns around, not looking, not looking, because this is preposterous and he can't even believe he's actually serving this man.

he groans. that awkward moment when.

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Ah, this wasn't so bad, was it? Even if the dark-hiared captain had begun to lose all the feeling in his toes, he still found the relatively placid lake relaxing all the while. Besides, he certainly enjoyed the invigorating feeling he received in return for the almost painful numbness in his limbs! Hm, perhaps, he was a masochist? Eh, he'd have to think that one over in his bed later tonight ...

In the quiet solitude of the forest, the pirate could hear the wild call of his his Swellow soaring through the air. Ah, Hayden would be here soon then, excellent. His sole flying type had reached his destination and landed perfectly to the captain's bare shoulder, to where its talons accidentally cut, but Remy hadn't seemed to notice for he was distracted by the sudden appearance of the all too familiar water otter before him. Where was his adorable master? Smiling, he remarked, "I reckon your master is not far too behind, Aquarius?"

And as if on cue, his indispensable first mate emerged from the dark undergrowth of the forest.

The dark-haired man's expression only grew into a wide grin. He took no time at all with his swift reply, "I'd tell you to go back and fetch me a margarita, but I wouldn't be able to bear the loneliness." Ah, sometimes, Remy did have to wonder if his sole purpose in life was to annoy Hayden Winchester. What an honor it must have been to the younger man! He took a moment to sigh as he leaned his head against the back of the bank. Tendrils of dark hair tickled the nape of his neck and his eyes were as blue as ever, perhaps bluer yet for he was truly pleased to see his nagging wife of sorts-- er, first mate. A low chuckle slipped his lips as he lazily waved a hand away. "Relax, I'm positive you'll protect me from any unlikely Sharpedo attack. I trust you're more than capable," he grinned, "Besides, I'm fairly sure this ..." he pointed to the water around him, "is only fresh water, kiddo, but I appreciate your undying concern."

Turning to his handsome Eames, Remy pressed a quick kiss to the side of its crooked neck as he stroked the sleek feathers with genuine affection. He chose to ignore the poor man altogether, "Oh, Eames! I almost forgot to thank you for fetching my margarita boy." The captain's attention might have been directed towards the flying type, but his steady gaze never once parted the other's. Completely on purpose, he winked once, expecting an amusing reaction. "Don't you think Hayden ought to join me, Eames?"

The Swellow looked at Remy once and he personally never cared for his master's silly antics. With a roll of his eyes, he turned away; it was fairly obvious that the action meant something negative, but of course, the captain would not let that slide. Instead, the flying type saw that the captain had gently grasped the other's wrist, but Eames could spy the mischief in his captain's eyes.

"Come join me, Winchester. The water's excellent!"

And with that, the man gave a sharp tug towards himself.

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feeling a headache coming, hayden rolls his eyes, fingers stimulating at the sides of his head as he grumbles something unnoticeable under his breath. couldn't bear the loneliness, seriously. 'aw, hell', he says, angrily turning around and not even paying attention to what's going on, 'i'll go fetch your damned margarita if it meant being away from you for a while!' aquarius nudges at his foot, and he tears his gaze from the shrubs to smile down at the small pokemon, but his stressed expression still is in his eyes as he tightly makes his lips become a straight line. oh, so the captain was going to play smart? 'oh, my apologies, he says, 'maybe a gyarados would suit your tastes better. and i wouldn't do a thing, he says, 'if you got bulldozed.'

he knew he was being rude - he had heard of ships in which first mates had been forced to walk the plank or to dive from the skies down below because of their behaviour. he should have been thankful that remy baudelaire was too - oh, how should he say it? - carefree, but he had never been. he always got in trouble, it seemed - and always depended on him. honestly, he was such a child. with an unamused look, hayden winchester focused on something else, much on the flaps of the volbeat's wings and the chirps of the hidden birds around - right when a hand, cold and wet, clasped around his own wrist. and he looked down, down, confused, because he had no idea what was going on. after a brief second, he realized that it was the captain's hand, cold and wet from the water, holding his wrist captive; and that was the only thought he could manage before he was tugged into the crystal-clear, sparkling, yet freezing as ghughg water.

he cried out, gulping some of the water by accident as he heaved up, trying to fill his aching lungs with air. as much as he loved water and swimming, proper exercise was needed before just jumping into it and still wearing clothes. what the hell were they going to wear into civilization, now? what were they going to do? just what was going in the captain's head? he wished all of those could be answered. he let out a growl, clinging onto the water's edge almost desperately, as he sees his oshawott padding into the water, 'i'm going to be unhappy if i catch a cold, baudelaire,' gritting teeth chatter, truly unhappy, 'this feels colder than frost breath!' there's a moment as he tries to calm his jumping heart, soft hair sticking to his skull thanks to the water - as the man lets out a breath, scalding look shot in the other's direction.

then he gets it.

he'd pay.

with something of the slightest grin, he kicks his legs, stimulating his movement to go around remy's body to take advantage of his captain's blind spot - before wrapping his arms around the muscular shoulders, showing a sign of modest 'i-i give up!' before quickly turning around, trying to push down at the head to go underneath the ice-water.

if the captain wanted to go this way, he'd do it, too. two could play at that game!

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Remy wanted nothing more in the world than to smile, but worsening his first mate's headache seemed to list first on his agenda of things to do for the day. Instead, the captain gave his best puppy dog look with an equally convincing pout of his lips, half-convinced himself of his own rather innocent visage. "No, no, don't you dare leave me, Hayden. What shall I do without my lovely nagging wife?" Well, that was what the first mate essentially functioned as for Remy. After all, it certainly pretty much functioned the same for his other captain companion, Harley. Why was it that first mates were often their captain's keepers? Pity. He made a mental note to raise his own loyal mate's salary-- wait, bulldozed? ...Check on that salary raise. Harsh! "There's no need to lie, Mr. Winchester. I'm positive a dashing young lad like you would most certainly arrive to my rescue ..."

"...Particularly if it was an order issued by me," grinned the impossible captain.

Was that considered an abuse of privilege? Well, pulling your first mate into a negative something degree lake also sounded like a misuse of power, but Remy was the one in charge and he would do as he pleased. He was more than satisfied with the success of dragging the other into the frigid water with him and he was even more satisfied with that growl. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but the expression was waved away with a motion of a hand, flicking water at the other's face with a roll of his eyes. "Let's face it, Winchester. You're never happy. And besides, I think we all know a certain young man who has made a sport out of ice beam-ing me at every possible opportunity with his pokemon that was consequently named after me! Funny, isn't it? I wonder who that could be!" The captain had been exceptionally light-hearted until his first mate had suddenly shifted to his blind spot.

...What the hell? What was Hayden up to? Remy most certainly did not anticipate those icy cold arms wrapping around his seemingly warm shoulders and he all but yelped. His first mate had attempted to voice a sound of surrender, but the captain knew him far too well to give up so easily. He parted his lips to reply with some dry and witty comment, but before he could, his head was pushed underneath the near-frozen surface of the water with a string of curses. There was a moment of surprise that overtook his senses as he accidentally swallowed a few gulps of hopefully clean, otherwise cold water, but he eventually had the sense to shut his mouth and hold his breath until he was released from his bonds. And then, suddenly, the captain had an idea.

Immediately, he let his limbs relax and he was dead still, once a thrashing body, but now a floating serenity as if he truly had drowned.

After all ...two could play at that game.

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hayden could have probably done a fistpump in the air, but just in case the captain could throw him off ( which he did as if it was his only job, ) decided to give himself a mental pat on the back. it felt nice to be the uh, one in control of this pranking. usually, he would be the unfortunate fellow who would be accepting all the tomfoolery while the other was prancing around, happily teasing him without a care. the water was cold; but he was sure it was pretty clean - he had seen a silent little golduck pass by, which only thrived in freshwater. if he did catch some sort of a stomachbug, though, then it was his own fault for calling him out; either way, he wasn't taking the blame. it took him a moment to notice the little bubbles from under rise up and meet their doom at the bare surface of the water, but he wasn't expecting remy to go down so easily.

had he been weakened by someone beforehand? he wasn't dead, was he? no. that was ridiculous! preposterous! ludicrous! but he couldn't shake off the feeling of worry as he paused for a second, letting the pressure off from his hands as he glanced with nervous eyes at the other's body. he didn't move, and the air bubbles reaching up had stopped; did something happen? hayden gulped before awkwardly standing there, drenched, and feeling a wave of panic surf over him. no, it was as if he was being thrust into hyperventilation itself. but no. no! he couldn't hyperventilate! he had to help his captain! it was still his fault - but he couldn't continue his train of thought as he took in a few long, elongated breaths of air and as quickly ( and effectively ) as possible, flipped him over as carefully as he could, forefinger flying towards the other's cold neck to feel for a pulse.

it was weak, but still there. he couldn't breathe his worry out yet, though; it was too early. a quick glance around showed that all the pokemon had vacated away. where had they gone?

'captain,' he says, and there's no response. everything's so deathly silent, because he feels the world freeze ( it could be just the water, ) his conscience nudges, but he blocks - it's not the fitting time for his sassy attitude at the moment. 'cap - remy,' he finally speaks again, shaking the body and even tugging at the strand of his hair, 'this isn't funny, get up -' but it's taking so long, and he's wondering if anyone can keep their breath for the time - and he can't really decide on the answer, because he's stunned. 'oh, arceus,' he breathes, blinking - there's something in them, and he can't help but to flick them open and closed - and he feels something slide down his cheek. he thanks the water, because he dunks his whole head into the depths and shakes his head, trying to loosen the image before resurfacing. as determined as he is, he doesn't want ... to do it. he knew that cpr was a very tricky process; in addition to actually having mouth-to-mouth physical interaction, it was also rather risky, because he could be snapping or dislodging some of the ribs of the other. but that was what the heart accelerated by ...

he begins with the pushing on the chest, short and staccato shoves at the chest area. it's then that he decides, he's going to do it, and he leans down, letting his mouth closer - until he realizes something. he's switched direction, and closes into at remy's ear, 'captain remy', he says, stifling laughter, so relieved and comforted, 'you're such a trickster.' he purposefully blows a breath onto the shell of remy's ear, grinning, 'i'm not as naive as you think!'

- and with that, he commands. 'get up and breathe, captain.' and it feels nice.

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...If Remy Baudelaire laughed now, everything would be over. Perhaps there was something inside that did feel bad for his antics again, but the captain had a little theory and a little something he wanted from the hapless first mate. And frankly, he was determined to get it. He remained content and calm as he willed his body to continue floating as lifelessly as he could manage. He convinced most people except for skilled doctors, of course, of his faux-death before, but then again, he did have a good number of years to practice playing 'dead'. Nevertheless, he continued to keep silent even when his body was promptly flipped over and it required all the discipline in his body to resist any sort of movement despite the fingers that gently pressed against the sensitive spot on his throat for his pulse.

...God, he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat.

Ignoring the soft calls that were beckoning him to arise, the captain finally felt hands push down on his chest. Aha! Finally! It would be any moment now that he would receive resuscitation. Was this a cruel joke? Eh, oh well. Nobody ever got anywhere by being 'nice' anyways. Something was wrong though. Why was his resurrecting kiss taking so long? Ah, that was why. He had been found out. Resisting a shudder from the hot breath on his ear, Remy took a moment to contemplate if he really wanted to wake up just yet or not. After all, a few more moments and the first mate's lips would be his without any physical coercion by the captain at all. He supposed it was a rather mean joke to play on the lad though and he did receive an alcoholic drink even though it wasn't a margarita with one of those little umbrellas ...

With fluttering blue eyes, Remy fixed his gaze, matching Hayden's, as he grinned most deviously. "Damn, almost had you there." The cocky expression didn't last very long upon immediately noticing a ...tear stained face? Were there tears for his supposedly dead captain? Absent-mindedly, he brushed a thumb against the lighter-haired pirate's face and his gaze was peculiar as if his thumb was sampling the finest china in the world. "No ...you're still as naive as ever," but despite the supposed truth in his comment, the captain's voice was suddenly soft, almost sympathetic, "Perhaps even more so than I originally thought ..."

Within a flash, the softness was gone and he was back to his charming, impossible grins with a low chuckle. Ruffling the younger man's hair, he took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss to the forehead before stealing something else entirely.

"Like I said ...you fell for the ploy."

And with that, Remy leaned in swiftly to seize a rougher kiss directly from Hayden's lips with his own.

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well, naivety was something one couldn't get rid of easily, anyway.

he was still feeling triumphant; the rush of adrenaline from what had happened not even two minutes ago filled his veins, and he took several deep breaths, both from the relief and due to the freezing coldness. he almost opens his mouth to inquire the captain of what he had meant, but bites his tongue, stopping himself at the last moment. maybe it was better not to ask. stupid captain and his stupid mindgames. it was then that he felt the rope-hardened, calloused fingers flitting through his doused hair, and he froze for a second. but of course, knowing the other, he wasn't done yet. with astonishment, the first mate of the honoured ship the hour watched silently as remy's face came even closer, leaning upwards to place an almost sweet kiss against his forehead. hayden didn't even know how to react. was this sort of touching actually allowed between two men?

heart racing with both embarrassment and nervous, he opened his mouth to speak - but soon, they were captured in a kiss, and every thought advancing in his mind just stopped. it wasn't just a slowing down process, a saccharine syrup and its viscosity, but it full halted, making him lose all focus. it was cliche, he knew, but he couldn't think of anything but the lovely-smelling scent of the captain; musky and warm, finished with something spicy. but then again, that could be sera's jalapeno pepper that she maybe slipped into the sandwich for the revenge? he takes a moment, hands becoming useless at his sides before he realizes he has to do something. he lifts both his hands and pushes at the muscular shoulders, eyes still wide and searching, as he looks straight into the similar oculars.

'... remy?' he begins, but his vocal cords seem to close and tense down as he clears his throat again, 'what ...' and apparently, the gods found it hilarious to send a flurry of pink across his cheeks, making him stutter and look down in some sort of shyness, 'i, uh ...' it's much more awkward now, his countenance pink and his lips quivering; as if he couldn't say anything else, he looks up, with the sheepiest smile anyone could ever sport on their face.

'was that your ploy, or did you haf'ta take a detour?'

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Smiling, he could feel those hands push against his shoulders, but the captain held on all the while. He wasn't about to let his pretty prey slip between his fingers. A dark smile curled on his lips and he matched the other's gaze with complete and utter confidence, his own eyes searching Hayden's. There was nothing to say except their connection of gazes, but he let his own stare stray to admire the rose flush that graced the other's cheeks. Suddenly, there was the most endearing smile on his first mate's countenance and Remy couldn't help but fall in love instantly.

Coyly, Remy pressed a finger gently against the previously stolen lips. "Hush, hush," he crooned, grinning. His voice dropped to a low purr of a whisper as he pressed his lips to the other's ear. "Was that your first?" he murmured, "Tell me if I stole your first ..."

So close to the soft skin, he could feel the beginning of insanity. His own teeth grazed the earlobe softly before biting down on the sensitive flesh altogether and continued his barrage of careless whispers, his breath hot on the nape of the younger man's neck. "That was what I wanted." He grinned against the warm flesh.

"Tell me I'm allowed to do it again."

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