Temeraire: In my opinion it is quite rude to come into someone’s residence only to stare at them, and turn pale, and go, as if there were something peculiar in them, and not in such absurd behavior. I do not know why you bothered to climb the hill at all, if you are such a great coward; it is not as though you did not know that I was here.
MacArthur: Why, in my opinion, you are a great rascal. What do you mean by calling me a coward, because I need to catch my breath.
Temeraire: Stuff. You were frightened.
MacArthur: I do not say that a man hasn’t a right to be taken aback a moment, when he sees a beast the size of a frigate waiting to eat him. But I am damned if I will swallow this; you do not see me running away, do you?
Temeraire: I would not eat a person, and you needn’t be disgusting, even if you have no manners.
Laurence: So spake the pot.

Willzing, Pacific Rim AU

jewishdragon:

As much as he trusted Tharkay, Laurence was not completely on board with piloting Temeraire with him; the man’s past it bothered him, because it was mostly unknown and probably full of shady activities that Laurence didn’t want in his head. 

But there was no one else, it was the 11th hour and he didn’t have a co-pilot so that was how he found himself suiting up next to Tenzing, more scared of the drift then of the Kaiju. Too late to back out know, the world needed them. The familiar beeps signaling the connection reached Laurence’s ears. 

Laurence knew him; knew him and knew himself.

bouncingbumble:

so last night, Sims!Laurence and Tharkay tried sparring for the first time, and despite the fact Tharkay had twice Laurence’s skill, he let him win 2/3 bouts, they both left feeling hot and bothered, and Laurence had a wish to woohoo with Tharkay

and I’m just sitting here thinking, I think I’ve read this fic