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Curious about the direction the HP fandom has gone
Okay, so as an old HP fan from way back when the books were first coming out, and then getting hit with the nostalgia and decided to return after years and years of not interacting with the fandom at all, the changes are truly mindboggling and I'd love to get to the bottom of some things.
Like, the disappearance of Blaise Zabini. Blaise was a fan favorite way back when we only knew his name but now I barely hear a whisper of his name. Now, the obvious answer is racism, which I think is the #1 reason why Blaise-pairings have dropped of significantly. Back then we all thought Blaise was a hot Italian girl, and then we found out he's a black man and suddenly people stop writing about him? Hm, yeah, seems the obvious answer (especially considering the popularity of other characters who are just a name on a page *cough*regulusblack*cough*).
Or the rise in Snape-hate. Like, Snape used to be the fan favorite. Everyone loved Snape. The meaner he was, the more we liked him. Being mean to children was a plus, not a negative lol. And this was back when we all thought he was a pureblood who came from a wealthy family like the Malfoys. Now by the time the 7th book came out I had pretty much moved on and so I didn't really see the fallout of readers discovering his actual background, so I don't know if his drop in popularity is classism and learning that he isn't a palette-swapped Lucius Malfoy or not, but honestly I would figure his impoverished background would be a plus in these times. Like Snape is obviously one of JKR's least favorite characters, and considering how she-who-must-not-be-named has destroyed her reputation with her increasing radicalization you'd figure the poor, abused, author-hating character would become more beloved instead of the rich, white, heteronormative bullies who barely even show up in the books. Like with our increasing knowledge of social injustice, I just don't understand why the fandom would want to latch onto the Marauders? And I just can't believe Snape's handful of snippets with Lily is the cause of his downfall (like what's there is barely enough to fill up a few pages, and there are certainly more toxic relationships in the series that are still beloved), or the fact that he was a Death Eater or that he inadvertently caused the deaths of the Potters (we already knew that in GoF and HPB respectively and he was still beloved, and this was when we assumed he didn't give a shit about the Potters or if they died when he went snitching). Draco is still popular. DRACO who doesn't give two shits about slinging around the word "mudblood," as opposed to Snape who actually changed for the better.
Am I just too old to understand? Is this like 90s fashion coming back in style (no, I won't do it again, I don't care if it's cringy I'm sticking with my millennial styles, I did the platforms and the slip dresses and the cargo pants in high school and I'm not putting myself through that again lol you gen z's can pry my comfortable mom jeans from my cold, dead fingers, I don't care if it makes me look old, that's the point, I AM old). Like, in addition to 90s fashion, has the 90s obsession with luxury athletic fashion like Lacoste come back in style? All those fashion ads of rich white people on yachts with popped collar polos? Are people starting to obsess over the Marauders because nouveau riche conspicuous consumption is coming back in style? It can't all just be young kids who have only read AtYD and have never actually opened one of the books, can it?
There also seems to be a trend of treating characters as if they're real people. I mean, we've always done it (Snape Wives, I'm looking at you), but now it almost feels as if the crimes characters commit are treated as if they're real crimes and that liking them is somehow a moral failing on the reader's fault. If you were to say "I don't like Snape, his douchy actions anger me, I'd rather skip all the parts he shows up in" I'd say, cool, I get that. That's normal. But "Snape is an abuser, a racist, and an incel and if you like him you're probably those things too" is fucking weird. Like, Harry and Hermione are not real children. Snape is not a real person. The things that happen in this book have as much influence on the real world as me imagining ninjas breaking into my workplace on a slow day. And that "media does not exist in a vacuum" pisses me off because it's blatantly misused. The pieces of media that have had serious consequences? Jaws, The Birth of a Nation. One resulted in the culling of sharks, the other helped restart the KKK. Do you know what those two pieces of media have in common? They're not about fucking wizards and magic schools. They instead paint a target on real groups. After twenty years nobody has ever tried to hurt a marginalized group of people because of a harry potter book (except for JKR herself).
Anyway, these are just some random thoughts, feel free to chime in with your own.
#pro snape#severus snape#pro severus snape#snapedom#mostly snape some blaise#would love to hear form some marauders fans but im not touching that tag with a ten foot pole#yikes
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I see you're taking requests for reader/Izzy
I really like this headcanon that Izzy loves to watch the stars when he's alone and I've never really seen anyone write about it? He could teach the reader about the stars/constellations or something.
That and like... I love the idea of him being gentle with the reader with touches or kisses or smth just-- he touches the reader as if they might break :') idk if you can come up with something with this mess of an ask but yeah thank youuuuu <3
This is a shorter one <3
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Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)
Izzy’s absence during Stede’s story time was no surprise, but you made a mental note to tease him about it later. Instead, you found yourself nestled between Lucius and Wee John, listening intently to Stede’s tale of a young French girl yearning to go to the prince’s ball. Your head rested against Lucius’s shoulder as he boasted about how he would effortlessly catch the prince’s eye if he were part of the story. Frenchie chimed in, expressing his disdain for hoity-toity balls for rich people.
Despite the interruptions, the crew members remained engrossed in Stede’s storytelling, a nightly ritual cherished by all except Izzy. Only when you dragged him over did he reluctantly join, grumbling until you settled snugly between his legs, your back against his chest. Then, he seemed content, holding you close, even if it meant enduring Stede’s tales for an hour.
After the stories concluded and the crew dispersed to their sleeping quarters, you searched for Izzy, only to find him missing from his bedroom. Heading back to the deck, you were greeted by the serene night, the moon and stars casting their glow on the calm waters surrounding the ship. Eventually, you found Izzy near the stern, sitting on the poop deck, gazing at the starry sky. His silver hair shimmered in the moonlight, and you couldn’t help but admire how peaceful he looked. As his eyes met yours, you realized he had sensed your gaze. You tilted your head to the side playfully, knowing he would catch on to your silent admission of missing his presence tonight.
A cocky grin spread across his face as he studied you, a familiar gesture he often did when it was just the two of you. “Did you miss me?” he purred softly, the tone in his voice sending a familiar chill up your spine.
“Fuck off,” You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. Yet, a small smile, curling up at the corners of your lips, betrayed your true feelings.
“Oh, I see, you’re pissed at me?” he teased before gazing back up towards the night sky. You made a show of going to turn before his voice stopped you. “Get the fuck over here. Stop being a twat.”
You pretended to pout at his command, but quickly complied, sliding between his two legs where he sat, nestling your back against his chest. It was exactly where you wanted to be, safe in Izzy’s arms. He enveloped you with his arms, drawing you closer, and lightly brushed his lips against your neck. Your body trembled at his touch, feeling your heart racing in your chest.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered in your ear, planting soft kisses along your neck. Although you were never truly upset with him, you melted at his touch, wondering whether you could ever be angry towards Izzy if this was his solution.
Leaning his head back against the ship, he once again gazed at the stars, and you rested your head on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of each breath.
“What were you up to tonight, Iz?” you whispered, brushing your fingers lightly against the back of his hand. He responded to your touch by flipping his hand palm up, allowing you to easily intertwine your fingers with his.
“Story time is when those twats finally shut the fuck up, so I take advantage of that time to just look at the stars,” he replied softly, speaking in a manner he often reserved only for you.
Warmth radiated through your chest upon learning something new about Izzy. It had taken a long time for him to start being vulnerable with you, and you felt privileged every time he shared something new about himself.
“Teach me,” you requested.
With a gentle touch, Izzy guided your hand towards the vast expanse of the night sky. “Here, look,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with a quiet reverence. His finger traced a familiar pattern among the stars, forming the outline of a bear. “That is Ursa Major. The Great Bear,” he explained, his whisper tickling your ear.
You settled your head back on Izzy’s chest once he had pointed out the constellation, gazing at the stars he had indicated, as a wave of peace rushed over you. You felt Izzy’s fingers begin to trace up and down your arms as you both continued to gaze towards the sky. After a while, his fingers wrapped around your side, and he ran his thumb up and down your ribs. You couldn’t help but let out a long sigh at his touch, eliciting a low chuckle from Izzy that reverberated through the air. You felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy as time continued to pass in Izzy’s arms.
“The Great Bear looks like a ladle,” you mumbled before sleep began to claim you. Izzy chuckled softly before planting a warm kiss on your head. “I’m going to call it Roach’s ladle.”
Next thing you knew, Izzy’s arms had wrapped around your legs, lifting you up to carry you. You nuzzled your head into his chest, gazing up at him, before whispering, “I want you to tell me about all of the stars, Izzy.”
“I promise,” Izzy whispered back, a warm, gentle smile gracing his face.
You thought the stars in the sky were beautiful, but nothing in the universe could compare to Israel Hand’s smile. You would do anything in your power to see it as often as you could.
#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd x reader#ofmd fanfic#izzy hands#izzy hands x reader#Israel Hands x reader
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Okay so, I made a thread about this over on twitter, and thought I'd drop it here too. OFMD Season 2 spoilers ahead.
An idea that I've seen a few times and felt I needed to yell about is the idea that OFMD is now ableist, and that it is wrong to like and enjoy it as a show. As a queer disabled person, it's something that pisses me off so, so much.
I'm not going to defend everything that happens in OFMD. But I am going to say that it is one of the best shows I know for showing both a broad range of disabilities, and presenting those disabilities in a largely neutral light.
We have multiple amputees, multiple people with chronic pain , multiple characters with mental health issues, and more. We have Pete's speech impediment, Wee John's back, Lucius' finger, Jackie's hand, Ed's mental health, Stede's mental health - and yeah, Izzy's leg.
The way that these disabilites are presented is important to me - because they're just another part of the person, not good or bad. There are obviously impacts and things to work through - Ed's mental health being one, Izzy's leg being another - but they ARE worked through.
Ed's suicidality - which spans over two entire seasons - is addressed. So is the moments of Izzy's. Izzy gets support and a prosthetic, Lucius gets support and a prosthetic, we see Wee John sitting down in most scenes which would support his back.
Disability isn't just ignored, or played off for laughs, but neither is it made the entire plot point. Izzy is just as much of a badass as before. Lucius' finger doesn't stop his work. Jackie's hand doesn't make her less fearsome.
Ed's mental health (and Izzy's, and Stede's) don't make them less deserving of love. None of the character's disabilities do. In fact, we see two disabled characters - Lucius and Pete - getting married at the end of the season. And that's important. It's so important!!
If you're sad and upset that Izzy died, that's incredibly valid. But to say that it "shows that disabled characters have nothing to live for" - when his death wasn't related to his disability at all - is so incredibly offensive.
I am permanently disabled, to the point that I cannot work full time. I have seen posts about my disability saying that it would be better to die than to have it. But nothing - NOTHING - in OFMD suggests that it would've been better for Izzy to die than to have an amputation.
Instead he is supported, encouraged, and loved. He is given a carefully crafted prosthetic, and given space to learn how to use it. He gets support, and his mental health improves. He is given a beautiful life.
And then he dies.
But his death is not about his disability. I'm going to repeat that - his death is NOT about his disability. Nor is it about being queer. It's shitty, random luck.
I'm sure there are people who are going to say that the writers, simply by having a disabled queer character die, are ableist and queerphobic. But nothing we see in the show supports that. They show queer joy and delight and love and happy endings over and over again.
They show care and support of disabilities, over and over again. And they specifically show queer disabled people living beautiful lives, over and over again. One character's death doesn't undo that.
I'm sorry that your favourite character died. I really, truly am. It's a devastating feeling. I'm sorry that it hurts. But if you're taking it as a sign that the show is saying queer disabled people have no right to live? Then you're ignoring the rest of the show.
You're ignoring all the beautiful queer disabled characters we see, and the messages that the show tells us about them. You're ignoring the beautiful life and redemption that Izzy got. And yeah, you're being offensive as hell to queer disabled people. Sorry, you are.
And if you're queer and disabled and can't see a queer disabled character die - that's incredibly valid. I understand. However, that doesn't mean the show or writers hate you, or hates us, or wants you to die. They've shown us over and over again that actually, they love us.
Also - would you be this pissed if it was any other disabled character who died? Probably not.
I think it's also really important to have stories where disabled people are treated like people. And yeah, that means that sometimes we die. Because that happens in life, too. Same with queer people.
I don't really have a satisfying conclusion to this. I'm just queer and disabled, and really tired of seeing it said that it's now morally wrong to like this show. It's not. I'm queer, disabled, and I see more disability pride and support in this show than most others.
So yeah, thank you to OFMD for beautiful representations of disability, and queerness. It's a show that makes me feel seen - and that's really important.
#ofmd#ofmd season 2#ofmd season 2 spoilers#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers#wouldn't even tag this but i don't want ppl to see spoilers if they don't want to
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Izzy thoughts at first (then LONG ramblings about the S2 Teaser)
TLDR: I think Izzy is going to run away from Ed, get Stede, and help him become a better pirate. Also: WHY IS EVERYONE SO HOT
1.) Look at him. So *happy* to be the Goth he truly is!
I love that Izzy doesn't trust Ed not to hit him here. If you look, Ed's not that close to his face, but Izzy just *can't* trust him right now.
Izzy in the same face makeup as the rest of the crew (AHHHHH HE'S SO HOT. I want him. I want to be him. ETC). What made Izzy put on the makeup? How long do you think Izzy lasted before caving in? I'm 50/50 between him immediately giving in, or stomping his feet. I love that he clearly put some time into it. That's full coverage right there.
[IS THAT A WIP ON HIS HIP? My CalicoHands heart.... Someone correct me if I'm wrong...please correct me if I'm wrong. I will be thinking about this for a month, thank you.]
We also see him dying his beard with Kohl? Might just be the lighting. Also: take note of that lovely ring around his necktie. My theory is that this is episode 1, right near the beginning of the episode.
2.) THE LAD <3 MY MAN! GOD, he looks refreshed. Rested. Slightly stressed. This is why I think he was staining his beard in the last GIF, just comparing colors.
RED ALERT: THE RING AROUND HIS THROAT IS MISSING(or he's not wearing it in this shot, or we can't see it thanks to the lighting).
Izzy just deciding to leave is so fucking powerful to me, as a show of Izzy's growth in what looks to be 1/2 episodes. I don't think Ed hurt him, I think he genuinely got sick of this shit and left... He might have just run off once he got a *hint* that Stede might be alive, and decided to risk it. (Or fell off the ship during that storm...could you imagine the angst). FIRST MATE IZZY HANDS TO CAPTAIN STEDE BONNET/EDWARDS? Yes, please!
[My Stizzy/Steddyhands author heart is ready to read those fics. Because there is no way in hell these idiots will work out a throuple. As I'm 90% sure Ed just doesn't see Izzy.]
My theory for the scene specifically: Stede's crew takes over a ship, and Izzy is there to help. We see Izzy walk into the room, probably to update his Captain about the raid, and a guy goes in for the stab. The "I did a punch" Is because Izzy is training him. AHHH :3 CHEWING THE BARS OF MY CAGE
3.) I saw a theory that the reason Izzy covers his hand with a glove is because he's been branded as a deserter from the Navy(usually a 'D' tattoo on the hand). Most of Ed's crews wouldn't respect him if they knew that Izzy had turned coat. This also explains why in Ep 9 he hated the idea of Ed turning himself in. In all the scenes in the teaser, we still see him in a glove, even after he ditches the symbolic ring.
ALSO HI SHIRTLESS IZZY, SORRY TO IGNORE YOU! Why is he shirtless? It's the Caribbean, I get that it's hot, but nothing? Does the man not own any other not-black tops? Not that I'm complaining, of course! I am very happy with this artistic decision.
I still think he's going to lose his foot/infection is going to spread thanks to his toe(losing a metaphorical and physical balance thanks to Ed). They're suspiciously covering his foot with a barrel or it's out of frame in most shots. So this training might be 1/2 Izzy helping Stede, and 1/2 Izzy regaining his balance. I also think this is on Stede's new ship, as that doesn't really look like any room we've seen on the Revenge.
STEDE IZZY FRIENDSHIP ARC. :D
(Now, the thing is. Does Izzy find out about Lucius hiding before he leaves? My guess is no, Izzy doesn't know, and is going to take that info right to Stede to reveal in a sensitive moment.)
(YES. I am in love with the Izzy-candle-imagery! My man is a dwindling candle, long may he burn. He doesn't need to use his fingers and cause himself harm when lying/having feelings about something, he can just use his sword)
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NOT IZZY STUFF THAT I LOVED
GET EM ROACH!!!! I just love this shot so much...no clue why. The flowers, the shock on Roach's face, the tiny ass canon.
I love him in this trailer, THIS IS HIS GLOW UP, and am happy Jenkins looked at straight people no-homoing S1 and went 'STEDE LOVES ED! HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH' all teaser.
"I don't care what anyone says, he's actually a good guy!" OH STEDE. This is exactly what I expected from you, and I am so excited to see this play out. I hope Izzy is there to help him manage his money, if not, pray for him.
Stede getting a Pirate Outfit that TWIRLS is so him... I'm so happy for him! This is what I always thought Stede would enjoy about 'dressing up' in a pirate world. He can have elegance, color, and function! THIS is his glow-up, the longer hair, the ATTITUTE<3(Prince better be in this season's soundtrack, please).
WE'RE GETTING A STORM BABY!!!!! My favorite trope in OFMD fic I haven't yet written ;). They're so fucking scary, the reason most pirates didn't last a year is due to storms vs. most other threats. I'm excited this season will explore a bit more of the realities of living on a ship! I write OFMD horror because 1700'S SHIPS ARE HORRIFIC.
ALSO HI JIM!!!!! My two favorite characters, all get a decent screen chunk of teaser time. THEY ARE SO FUCKING HOT IN THIS TRAILER. GENDER. FUCKING. ENVY. (RIP Lucius fans...He'll be at the end of S2 Episode 1...probably).
MY HANDSOME WIFE! I fucking love Ed in this trailer so fucking much. If you follow my page, as much as I am an Izzy lover, Stede and Ed are close behind. I love that Ed is clearly heartbroken, and dissatisfied even with the violence he's supposed to love. He's got that Blackbeard mask on tight, and it's not coming off. Also: He looks hot while doing it.
His work wife leaving is probably going to fuck him up more.
I don't think Ed has a TON of screen time, mainly just due to Taika's schedule at the time. But I'm excited to see him sad.
ALSO: Did Ed color the doll so he's wearing a lace bralette? Cause that tummy (at least in this GIF) looks skin-toned. AHHHHH! He would rock that. I just know he'd rock that.
SIDE NOTES:
-HI SPANISH JACKIE/SWEDE- The ship I didn't know I needed till now.
-OLU! I hope you have such a good season, babe. You deserve it. Jim is obviously loving this.
-Frenchie having cat claws makes me so happy.
-WEE JOHN IN DRAG!!!! YEESSSSSSSSS!
I'M HYPED!!!!!!!!!!
#izzy hands#ofmd#edward teach#con oneill#ofmd season 2#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd s2 teaser#ofmd s2#ofmd season 2 spoilers
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In an ideal world, DJenks could build on Lucius’s poly ideas in “we don’t own each other.” and Stede and Izzy’s (super limited) abilities to compromise with each other (via hostages) and they could both be with Ed and everyone in the love triangle is happy, but that seems super delusional at this point, even if it’d be so cool. So, what do you think a realistic happy ending for Izzy would look like?
I think I pulled up a link I wanted to include to answer this like a day or two after it was sent, and then I promptly got distracted and didn't actually type anything. Oops.
Anyway... happy endings.
So here's a post where I kinda speculated on this before that's worth reading. It brings up some tropes that I think are in the mix of possibilities and how I personally feel about them.
For an answer to your question... The way I kind of see the "compromise" situation coming out of S1 is that all the characters are falling on a sliding scale between two not-ideal extremes of piracy philosophy. One end has Izzy firmly planted as the extreme of Edward's default approach - iron fist, emotionally closed off, total focus on skill and discipline, ruling things through a balance of fear and awe that makes them really good at piracy but emotionally and interpersonally a disaster. The other end is probably Lucius as the extreme of Stede's approach - all focus on interpersonal relationships and emotional fulfillment, wanting to have fun and do no work, flaunting hierarchy, and generally failing piracy in favor of self expression.
(Note it's important that Edward and Stede can't truly hit their extremes - Edward is too seeking of attachment and frivolity even as he bristles at vulnerability, and Stede is too emotionally locked up like a clam to practice what he preaches and now has no money to fund a permanent enforced vacation. They don't really want what they perceive as their culture goal, which is good because both their goals kind of suck in different ways. The Kraken is doomed to collapse because it's further out than Izzy.)
The whole crew, Izzy included, needs to make their way toward the midpoint (which, given this is a romcom, is probably not a true middle but skewed a bit toward Stede and silly hijinks) in order to be successful AND emotionally fulfilled. And I think they can do it!
Like Stede's whole vacation boat and enforcing his own unskilled, atypical piracy in the early eps has already caused friction with his crew. They want to be badasses, face challenges, complete raids, etc. The fact they've grown to like him doesn't mean they've decided Stede's hobbies are better than theirs now, it just means they are more open to doing something silly with him and enjoying it than they were in 1x01. I don't think the show is going to end with "retirement" because I don't think any of the characters really want to retire (including bored-as-hell Edward). And if they are still being pirates - in fact, trying to be good pirates - then it's not unrealistic to think Izzy can chill out a bit via character development and get in on the fun.
This is a guy who met Stede and sliced his shirt up as a hello, and then did literally everything he did in 1x06. He's not an inherent buzzkill of a person lol. He's just stressed.
Izzy and Edward working out their shit is probably going to be a extended part of Edward's general character arc, but once they get through that I feel like Izzy's happy ending will be just moving from lurking on the stairs to being in the circle. Give the man a friend, a knife game, probably a boyfriend for the middle aged love parallels... and throw in a real, much scarier antagonist for S3 just to cement him on the Revenge side (*crossing fingers* please be Hornigold).
He'll do just fine.
#our flag means death#izzy hands ofmd#i'm basically thinking his arc is going to look like villain decay except he's not starting out as enough of a villain for it#like none of them are viewing him as a threat to start with so they don't have to shuffle him into the 'not a threat' category#as soon as he resolves his shit with edward though then his reasons for conflict with the rest of them kinda go away#and i think it's kinda ridiculous when people act like the crew is gonna have a major grudge against *izzy* for mostly edward's actions#ask#ladyluscinia
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digging through my many unfinished snippets of ofmd fics that i wrote between s1 and s2, and i thought this one was pretty diverting, so i'm posting it here! why not!
this was going to be the beginning of one where stede and ed are cursed by super awkwardness after reconciling ... until they get THE MOST DANGEROUS GAMED together by antoinette (who survived the boat fire but tragically lost her brother-husband) and her boy toy lackeys bret and jemaine, and rediscover their groove in the process!!!! i honestly might still write some version of this because i need mel antoinette and bret and jemaine to most dangerous game ed and stede and the crew. i simply need it like oxygen.
(i do really love that stede genuinely forgave ed for destroying all his stuff and didn't care about it in season two, for the record. but this was pre-season two me wondering, what if he couldn't help but be a little grumpy about it?)
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(this was going to be a sequel to this fic for convenience's sake, ergo the references to the party etc.!)
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“So this is it,” Stede murmurs to himself, gazing out to sea. “Happily ever after.”
Ed’s back, and Ed again. They defeated Izzy in a spectacular show of swordplay and now that miserable prat’s rowed off alone in a dinghy, hopefully in a way that will stick this time. The Revenge is Stede’s again, and the full crew has returned home to it.
It doesn’t get much more happily ever after than this.
Which has Stede wondering why life currently feels so awfully awkward.
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“Take it,” says Stede, when his and Ed’s fingers brush both reaching for the last piece of toast at breakfast.
“Ah, no, I couldn’t,” says Ed, pulling back like Stede’s fingers are on fire.
“Please!” says Stede. “I’m your host.”
“Yeah, but I stole your ship and took it on a joyride of destruction for a few weeks there and threw all your stuff in the sea,” says Ed, “so in a way, I’m your host.”
“Truly,” says Stede, sipping his tea from a rusting tin cup, “I had completely forgotten about that.”
“Had you?”
“Haven’t given it a moment’s thought in days. Let bygones be bygones, that’s what I say! Please. Help yourself.”
“You always like three pieces, though,” says Ed. “I don’t want to mess up your whole breakfast vibe–”
“JUST TAKE IT,” Stede snaps.
“Right. Sweet as.” Ed somehow, quite incredibly, shoves the entire piece of toast in his mouth at once. “Mmmphfff,” he says through chewing. “Scrumptious.”
“Is it?” says Stede, in careful gentlemanly tones. “I’m so glad.”
They smile placidly at each other.
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For the record, they haven’t kissed a second time yet. Or touched much at all, save for patching up each other’s wounds scored in the fight with Izzy. The fingers brushing over the toast is about as hot as the action has gotten. They have all the time in the world, Stede reminds himself, rather a lot, as his psyche unravels faster than a shoddily made scarf.
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The crew has one request of Stede, and it’s that Ed stay locked up in the captain’s cabin for a while.
“But he’s perfectly normal again!” Stede protests. “That whole descent-into-darkness snafu, we’ve worked through that.”
“He seems perfectly normal again,” Lucius allows. “But maybe you shouldn’t be the authority on this, as you’re the only one he didn’t try to kill.”
“And me,” Frenchie pipes up.
“And me,” Jim admits.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the hot ones psycho Blackbeard wanted for his cool new crew,” Pete says bitterly. “You can stop reminding us about it already.”
“What?” Stede exclaims, indignant. “He tried to kill me loads of times!”
“He swordfought you once, locked you in a closet, and then took you on a date to a party,” Lucius says.
“And he could’ve tried to kill me at any time during that party,” says Stede, “let me tell you.”
“Did he?” Lucius asks, hands on hips.
“No,” Stede admits reluctantly. “He played pirates with my son, and then instead of making me go back to the ship with him, he released me as his prisoner.”
Everyone groans.
“That’s the point, Captain,” says Lucius. “You’re his weak spot. That doesn’t mean he’s not going to start feeling stabby around the rest of us.”
“He’s not! He’s really mellowed.”
“Then let’s prove it, yeah?” says Oluwande, taking over so Lucius can really commit himself to judgmental faces. “Just keep him isolated for a bit, so we can make sure he’s not a threat to us.”
“I don’t care if he is,” says Buttons. “Let me at ‘im. I’ll chomp one of those pretty cheeks at the slightest prevarication.”
“No!” Stede says.
“Is that code fer yes?”
“No, that’s no! Buttons, I mean it. He’s got a very good face, and we’re going to keep it just the way it is.”
“Ah, fine,” says Buttons, deflating. Wee John pats him on the shoulder.
Stede takes this as the end of the conversation, and walks away. He pauses once he’s out of sight and listens.
“Do you really think Blackbeard’s going to snap again?” Olu asks.
“Probably not,” says Lucius, “but those two have got to fuck soon or the energy on this ship will never recover.”
Everyone murmurs in agreement.
Stede frowns.
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“Oh, sure,” says Ed. “Absolutely. I’d love to be your prisoner.”
“I know it might sound insulting–”
“Nah, just sensible. I really went off the deep end for a while there. I mean, I left most of those guys to die on a tiny island.”
“Well, when you put it like that.”
“I’d hate to be in your way, though.”
Stede gives him a stiff grin. He’s starting to worry his face might get stuck this way. “Oh, no. You couldn’t be.”
Ed grimaces politely back.
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Becoming a better person always sounds so clear in theory: as if it’s some new stage of existence you step into, like death, and never come back from.
Logically, Stede doesn’t mind that all his beloved things are gone, that his library has been wasted (unless there are some really bookish mermaids out there). What are things, really, compared to people? Not so much.
But not nothing, either, the small niggling voice in his head starts to say as the days go on.
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[After somehow finding themselves overboard and having to swim to the nearest island! Unsurprisingly, I skipped writing the complicated action sequence!]
“Oh my God, we’ve done it,” Stede pants when they finally reach the shore. “We’re alive!”
“Was there ever any doubt?” Ed asks.
“Quite a bit, yeah,” Stede can’t help admitting.
Ed groans. “Yeah, definitely. I’m really out of shape, man.”
“Maybe we should work some daily calisthenics into the schedule. If we make it out of here, that is.”
“I’m down for that.”
“Where are we?”
They take a moment to survey the beach. The narrow shoreline is quickly gobbled up into dense jungle.
But then, in the distance:
“Lights!” Stede yells, pointing.
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“Well, this is a charming set-up, isn’t it??” Stede exclaims as they take in the sight of the sparkling chateau.
Ed whistles. “Wouldn’t mind retiring here, putting my feet up.”
“It’s probably dangerous,” Stede adds, a tad reluctantly.
“Oh yeah. Nobody lives on their own island because they’re so great with people.”
“But all the same, there’s probably food in there. And beds.”
“We’re pirates,” Ed reminds him. “We can hold our own, can’t we?”
“Yeah! This weird freak with an island should be afraid of us!”
“That’s the spirit,” says Ed, knocking his knuckles against Stede’s.
In spite of all the recent nearly dying, Stede feels a surge of sudden bliss. They smile at each other–
And then the gigantic door swings open.
“Why, hello there!” says Stede brightly, going into good manners mode. “We’re two weary, lost travelers who happened across your lovely island–”
He realizes there’s no one there.
“Okay, I don’t like that a bit,” he declares, wrinkling his nose.
“It’s not promising,” Ed agrees grimly.
They step inside and are immediately met by a blazing chandelier in the foyer and the sound of a harpsichord being played in a distant room. The house is full of beautiful things; artwork on the walls, vases on tables. Stede feels suddenly, pleasantly dizzy.
“Oh, my,” he breathes.
“Pretty legit,” Ed declares.
“Why, if it eesn’t Sir Godfrey Thornrose and Jeff,” comes a woman’s voice, with a woman’s familiar obnoxiously fancy accent.
“Oh, God,” Stede mutters, dread filling him.
“Passive aggression,” Ed whispers.
And sure enough – even though the last time they saw her, it was on a ship that was swiftly burning to ash – standing there, looking as sparkly and unpleasant as before, is Antoinette.
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(dun dun DUNNNN!)
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Day 22: Tattoo
In which Stede enlists Lucius to put together a design for his first tattoo, and of course Stede is That Client
Captain,
Please find attached the proposed draft of the requested design. I believe it fulfills all parameters we discussed, but please forward any notes at your earliest convenience.
Lucius
Lucius—
Wow! It is far better than I could have even imagined. Truly excellent work, as usual!
Edward and I were thinking, though, that perhaps there might be some way for you to incorporate our respective flags into the design as well? Maybe not the actual flags, that may be a bit too busy—but perhaps one of more elements of each? We’d love to at least see what you can come up with?
—Captain Bonnet
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Captain,
I am thrilled to hear that you and Captain Teach remain in full possession of your respective cognitive faculties.
I shall have a new draft with the requested changes on your desk by tea time.
Lucius
P.S.—Gentle reminder that you are meant to sign your alias, so as not to leave written evidence in case we are apprehended.
Captain,
Please find enclosed the draft updated with the requested changes. I have included the spear thingy from Captain Teach’s flag, the dagger (?) from yours, and the heart motifs from both.
I look forward to your thoughts.
Lucius
Lucius—
Most remarkable! I would say we may be nearly there. Two things
-Last night, I was revisiting The Tempest and came across the following quote in Act III, Scene I that simply called to me! Might it be possible to include somewhere? Perhaps around the edge, of a swash at the bottom?
“Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service.”
-And secondly, is there a way to make the lighthouse stand out a bit more? Perhaps some more shading around the base? I think that would really make it “pop”, as it were!
—Captain BEdwards (good save there, eh? Thanks for the reminder!)
Captain,
I have added the changes you requested.
If you have further edits, might I suggest we find a time to sit down and discuss in person? Only I fear that we may find ourselves running low on ink and paper.
Lucius
Lucius—
Thank you! Might it be possible to see a version with a swash along the bottom as well?
Also, is it just me or is the top looking a bit…I don’t know…unresolved? I welcome your input!
–Captain ##Edwards
To the illustrious Captain Edward Teach,
If you cannot convince your husband to be less…him, with this tattoo design, I am going to tell Fang to secretly tattoo a cock and balls flanked by two upright middle fingers instead.
Yours, repspectfully,
Lucius Spriggs
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Should do that anyway. Be bloody hilarious
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…Wow. You’d the the one that would have to look at it, you know. —L
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Better make it mine then. Should I pop down there to model?
(I’m joking but now that I think about it, he might actually go for that. I’ll bring it up over tea)
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You know, more and more I understand why they call you the Scourge of the Caribbean.
Talk to him, please? —L
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Sure thing. Hey, should I get one of his dick on me? Could you draft that up for me? Thanks mate
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd fanart#our flag means death fanart#lucius spriggs#stede bonnet#edward teach#tattooed stede#asacrew#as a crew#lucius's journal#lucius and ed sarcastic friendship pls#this is dedicated to all my fellow designers#hang in there bbs
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I’m loving “I may be bad” especially the thought that in the end Izzy kind of became the sugar baby.
My question is, since the crime world and the bar internet, do Pete and Lucius ever meet up in this au? Does Oluwande get involved in the bar?
(Thank you so much for all your amazing writing and creativity!)
Oh yeah, the sugar tables sugar turn on him! So, you asked before I threw out the Oluwande/Jim answer, but yes, they do get involved in the bar. Lucius and Jim have to...follow up. On things. Lucius takes on the bartending job to be there and Jim has some fun knife throwing on stage and they just take up the positions they have in the mainverse a few years late and what started as a sort of surveillance project just becomes fun.
As to Pete...
"Get you a drink?" Lucius offers as the cute guy with bright blue eyes comes out of the dressing room, wiped clean of drag.
"Just a coke, thanks," Pete smiles at him. "How's your first night going?"
"Pretty great. Fun place. I liked the way you juggled those balls."
"Yeah?" the guy laughs and it's warm. Lucius likes that.
"Mmhmm, I appreciate a man with rhythm."
There's a wedding ring on the guy's finger when he accepts the glass with a warm, "Thanks."
"Married long?"
"Just a few months. Met him here, actually. Roach, the one with the chainsaw? His cousin. Nico."
He says the name with a sweet reverence. It's true love. Lucius suppresses an annoyed groan.
"Yeah? That's sweet. What's he do?"
"He's a pediatric nurse at St. Sebastian's."
Of fucking course he is.
"That's awesome," he says. "Must be a tough job, being around sick kids."
"Harder than mine. But he doesn't let it show much."
Out of curiosity, Lucius finds the man. Nico is disgustingly clean. Truly just a solid human being that enjoys his job, generally respected by his co-workers and has no history of complaints. He has friends, calls his parents regularly and there are pictures online of a small wedding, they're there in the background and seem to like Pete.
"Can you believe it?" Lucius asks Jim, showing them the picture of the guy tending to a small child. "Mythical creature."
"What do you care?" Jim gives him a sideways glance. "Pete's fine, but you can have whoever."
"I don't know," Lucius looks down at his phone, swipes away the picture of Nico. "It's just...annoying. Like something stuck in my teeth."
"Go home, Luc," they advised. "Take a bite out of your own man."
Lucius doesn't bite Izzy. Much. But it is good advice. Being home reminds him of what he wants. Izzy doesn't make him work for it. Izzy is ready and easy and thrilled and in love. Lucius can bathe in that as much as he likes and get easy sex.
He doesn't need a man with bright blue eyes that would probably want to talk about feelings and have someone listen to him earnestly. Just thinking about it gives him a headache.
A heartache.
"How was your day?" Lucius asks as he traces the edges of a scratch on Izzy's thigh.
"Good," Izzy plays a hand through Lucius' hair, "figured out where that money got misplaced. Sent you and Jim an email. Error in interest. Bank is taking care of it."
"You're the best," he kisses Izzy's skin right where it's slightly broken and bleeding.
"Do you have to go out tonight?"
Technically, he has a shift at the bar, but he's already trained the Swede to cover for him. Stede doesn't really keep track of the schedule, distracted and a little heartbroken, poor thing.
"No," he decides. "I want to stay in with you. Let's finish that docuseries."
"Want me to make popcorn?"
"Yes."
And he can tell Izzy is over the moon that he's stayed, even if he expresses it by just laying his head on Lucius' lap.
Lucius is a greedy person. He can have Izzy and want another. Many others sometimes. The voracious void in him would happily swallow down other lives.
He watches Pete in the days that follow, looks for cracks where he could get in. But none appear. And eventually, as he usually does, Lucius loses interests. The bartending exposes him to dozens of interested men and he makes good use the single stall bathrooms.
Nico comes in sometimes. Lucius finds ways not to wait on him. It's too tempting and Jim would be furious if he upsets their little charade now. They're having a thing over Oluwande, and it's kind of cute, Lucius has never seen them that way before.
He lets them have their new little love story. He leaves Nico alone. He flirts with Pete the same amount he flirts with anyone else and then not at all.
He goes home to Izzy and reminds himself of what he wants.
It's fine.
It's enough.
Which doesn't quell the jealous hunger, but he's used to that by now. He uses it in other ways.
Like acquiring the bar, bit by careful bit. Jim likes that. And they are so hard to buy for, it makes for a perfect birthday gift.
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Co-Captained
A/N: my third fic! was in the mood for some ticklish lucius being sassy and getting wrecked by the diabolical tickle duo that are his captains (*insert flustered face here*)
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
Characters: Lee!Lucius, Ler!Stede, Ler!Ed (and then a special guest appearance from a certain ler boyfriend)
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Lucius, intending to go on a late night walk around the deck, comes upon an opportunity to take a jab at his captains...and hopefully receive some consequences for his actions.
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Walking out onto the deck for a late night stroll, Lucius saw a familiar sight.
There were his captains, "secretly" kissing around the other side of the mast on the upper front deck. ‘Are they even trying to hide?’
Now, Lucius loved them together and truly didn't mind happening upon them like this (honestly he thought it was sweet that they acted like teenagers in love), but tonight he was feeling a bit cheeky.
Lucius sauntered closer to the small set of stairs leading to the deck and stood with his hands on his hips, clearing his throat.
"Ahem."
Ed and Stede broke apart upon hearing the noise. Turning their heads they looked down to the lower part of the ship seeing Lucius standing there in his signature pose.
Stede raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, uh, hi Lucius. Do you need something?"
"Um, yeah actually, I do. See, I'd really like to keep down my dinner, so if you two lovebirds could get a room I would quite appreciate it."
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. What, do you think you two are being sneaky or something? Kissing out here in broad moonlight? Ew.”
Although the words were laced with a malice tone, Stede and Ed caught onto the smug smile Lucius was trying to hide and there was a glint about his eyes giving away his "disgusted" charade. Almost like he wanted them to do something about it.
The two captains began making their way to the banister near the stairs where Lucius was standing, looming over him.
Stede played along. "So...get a room, you say?"
Lucius, sensing them taking the bait, continued on. "Look, I know I'm the one that did all the work to get you two together because you two idiots were too stupid to do it yourselves, but catching you two sucking face when I'm just trying to enjoy a little moonlight walk is not something I signed up for. Besides, aren't you supposed to be, like, big scary pirates or something?"
Taking in Lucius' words, Stede and Ed slowly turned their heads to look at each other, formulating a plan with their eyes and knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Ed then shifted his focus back onto Lucius and moved his way around the end of the banister, slowly starting to descend down the stairs while adjusting his fingerless gloves.
"Disrespecting your captains, now, are you?"
Lucius began to step back in a retreating fashion, a flame of anticipation now engulfing his body. His eyes glanced up to see Stede heading towards the other set of stairs and making his way down as well, putting Lucius in a threatening position of being attacked by both sides.
The tension in the air was so thick, Lucius could hardly stand it. But he wanted to keep up this little game.
"M- maybe I am? What are you going to do about it?"
Stede pretended to think. "Hmm, that's a good question...Ed, what are we going to do about it?"
"You know, Stede, I think I know just the thing..." Ed brought his hands up and started wiggling his fingers, continuing to advance in an intimidating manner.
Lucius looked over to see Stede doing the same, mirroring Ed. Like two lions stalking their prey. His eyes kept darting back and forth as an excited panic set in. And he just couldn't take it.
"NOOOOhohohohoo!" Quick like a gazelle, Lucius made a sudden break for it.
With his captains hot on his heels, it was a great game of chase. Up stairs, jumping over railings, faking around masts, swinging off ropes, Lucius barely escaping with each reach of hands.
Lucius was on his third pass across the ship when, like a magic trick, Stede suddenly appeared in front of him. Startled, Lucius stumbled back when strong, tattooed arms wrapped around him. The fuckery.
A low voice rumbled in his ear. "It's time to teach you a lesson about badmouthing your captains."
Before Lucius could even get a word of protest in, Ed's fingers dug into his ribs, causing him to break into a fit of laughter. Lucius began to squirm in Ed's hold when a second set of hands started in on his belly, poking and prodding at every spot they could land.
"Ffffaaahahahahahaa!" As a default defense mechanism, Lucius started to crumble to the ground, but Ed and Stede just followed him down. Once he was sitting on the wooden floor of the deck, his limbs were being grabbed and pinned, forcing him into a laying position. Ed pinning his arms above his head with his knees and Stede sitting on his legs. Taking in some breaths, Lucius looked up to see two smirking faces looking back at him. He knew he was in for it.
"Oh, shithihit!"
With their prey caught and pinned, their "lesson" could now truly begin.
Stede began scribbling his fingers up and down Lucius' sides while Ed dove his hands into his armpits. Lucius shrieked.
"Nonononononohohohaaaa!" Lucius' legs started kicking as much as they could with the way he was pinned flat on the ship floor. Energy zipped through him in sparks as he cackled, a ticklish wind blowing into the sails of his laughter. Two sets of hands, twenty fingers, already making him fall apart.
"Are we scary enough for you yet?" Ed asked from his place above Lucius' head as his hands performed a mixture of tasering into his armpits and squeezing at his ribs.
"NAHAHAHahahahaaaaa!"
"Is that a no? I think that was a no, Stede."
"Ahh, well we can do more if he'd like." Stede's fingers started exploring around on his tummy and skittering in circles around his bellybutton. Lucius' muscles were quivering against the light, maddening touch and, along with the zaps from Ed's continuous armpit and rib prodding, the feelings were sending mixed signals to his brain and it was a polarizing ticklish hell.
"Ihihihihihiee-I caaaahahhaaaaaaa taaahahaaaa!"
Stede chuckled, looking up at Ed. "Did you catch that?"
"No, Stede, I didn't. It's like he was trying to say something, but I couldn't decipher through all that laughing." Ed then discovered a very sensitive spot at the back of Lucius' ribs right below his armpit and Lucius started tugging wildly at his arms.
Stede's fingers meandered their way down in diagonal lines, spreading out and reaching the sides to flutter at his hips, and Lucius squealed.
"Oh, did you hear that, Ed? This spot makes him squeak!" Stede's devious fingers were now focusing on the protruding hipbones with Lucius bucking in response.
"EEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE!!"
Ed laughed. "Sounds like you found a good spot there, Stede! Mind trading spots so I can give it a go?"
"Of course, dear."
"NOOOOOHOHOHOHO!!"
With expertise, Ed and Stede managed to swap positions without losing their pinning hold they had on Lucius. With Ed now sitting on his legs and Stede kneeling on his arms, they were about to dig back in when they heard another voice.
"Hey, what's going on up here?"
"PETE! Peeeheheheheete, HEHEHELLP!"
Looking at the three of them, at first Pete was confused by what he saw, but once he registered what was going on he couldn't help to smile at the sight. Stede "lily-livered" Bonnet and the great, evil pirate Blackbeard were in the middle of tickling his boyfriend to pieces. He was sure that with whatever Lucius said or did to instigate this, it was well deserved. He knew how Lucius could be. But, wanting to be a good boyfriend, he obliged.
"Of course, babe, I'll help."
Lucius let out a huff of breath knowing his boyfriend was going to save him from his punishment. "Oohoho thank gohohod..."
But then Lucius felt a sudden weight sitting on his lower legs, holding them to the floor, and his shoes being slid off his feet. His breath caught, eyes going wide, as he balked.
"WAIT, WHAT? PETE!! NOOOOO! YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO HELP!"
Pete snickered. "I am helping..." His fingers began teasing their way around Lucius' feet, spidering up and down the soles, skittering across the tops, and wiggling into his toes. Lucius shrieked with laughter and tried to flail his legs, but with Ed sitting on his thighs and now with Pete on his shins, his legs were nearly immobile.
"GOOOOHOHODDAAMMIT PEHEHEHEEEEETE!"
Wanting to join back in, Ed and Stede started tickling Lucius once again. Stede, with his light hand, started stroking and skittering around his armpits and biceps, every now and then jumping to his neck and making it crinkle like the paper Lucius loved to write on. Meanwhile, Ed went in for the kill and started squeezing his hips, causing Lucius to let out a shrill screech and sending him into a frenzy.
"NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA FUCKFUCKFUCK NOOOOHOHOO!!! FAAAAHAHAHAAAA FUCKYOUALLLL HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!"
All three of Lucius' tormentors laughed, relishing in his ticklish reactions. It was quite unfair, three on one, but they all knew no matter how much Lucius cursed them out, he was having fun.
And, Lucius himself, would have to agree.
It all tickled so SO bad, but this was exactly the response he had wanted. He saw an opportunity to be a brat, so he took it. And now here he was, being tickled by three people he loved from head to toe, and having his boyfriend in the mix was like the cherry on top of his ticklish sundae.
AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAEEEEEE NAAAHAHAHAAAAAA FAAHAHAHAAAA!"
Lucius was in full hysterics and, the longer it went on, the more unbearable it got. His laughter was slipping into silence and tears started to prickle at his eyes.
Sensing that Lucius was starting to reach his limit, but wanting to finish their game, Stede and Ed decided it was time for an apology.
"So," Stede spoke first, "Anything in particular you'd like to say to us?"
"AHAHAHAHAHAAAA IHIHIHI'M SOHOHORRRYHEHEHEE!!"
"Aaand?" Ed prompted.
"AHAHAHAND YOHOHOU'RE B-HAHAHAHAHAAAA BOOOHOHOHOTHHH BIHIG BAHAHAD S-SCAHAHARRY PIHIHIRAHAHATES!! EEEVENN WHEHEHEN SUHUHUCKIING FAHAHACE HEEEEHEHEEEEE!!"
The three men laughed at Lucius' answer, but knew it was time to be done and stopped their tickling. Lucius laid there, limp as a noodle, in his huffing and residual giggles while Stede, Ed, and Pete got off of him. They stood and crowded over Lucius, looking down at him with loving smiles on their faces.
A beat passed when Pete looked up at Stede and Ed.
"What's sucking face?"
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Handmade, With Love.
Summary: Harry likes handmade gifts. Draco likes Harry. With Potter's birthday fast approaching, Draco needs to work quickly to finish his present, and maybe win his heart?
Words: 1874
Warnings: Swearing, making out.
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Potter liked homemade gifts. At first, Draco had thought that the Gryffindor was just humouring his godson’s sweet-yet-awfully-made presents he would present him with every so often. But then Granger gleefully pointed out Potter’s scarf one night at the Leaky Cauldron, an apparent result of Mrs Weasley’s attempts at teaching her daughter-in-law how to knit. And then, one evening, as they all crowded in Potter’s living room, drinks in hand, he noticed one of Luna’s mugs amongst the glasses, the hand-moulded clay the only remaining clean drinking receptacle.
So when the darker man had dropped into Draco’s haberdashery and couturier one day in early July to ask if he’d repair a tear in his favourite shirt in time for his birthday party - “none of that mates rates bollocks Malfoy, I’m happy to pay” - the blond was struck with an idea. One he hoped would perhaps truly convey his feelings to his friend.
The shirt in question was rather plain, somewhere between merlot red and sangria purple. But Draco could see why it was Potter’s favourite; it hugged his muscles deliciously, the sleeves rolled up perfectly to show the veins on his scarred Auror arms, his rough fingers working the buttons on the cuff easily.
“You can’t possibly be thinking of wearing that suit again, Potter.” Draco drawled, as he took the darker man’s measurements.
“You can’t possibly think I care enough to actually go out of my way to buy a new one, Malfoy.” Harry copied his tone, patiently holding his arms up as the blond ran the tape measure along his back. The suit in question was the most plain black ensemble Draco had ever laid eyes on. And Potter had had the audacity to wear it to two Ministry galas. Thankfully, Draco had only been Pansy’s plus-one at one of the two, the sordid details of the second being recounted the following evening over a glass of wine that looked remarkably like Potter’s shirt.
“What are you doing right now?” Draco’s hands only lingered a fraction longer than they should have on Harry’s warm body. What a tremendous display of self-control, he thought.
“I- I thought you needed my measurements. For my shirt.”
Draco rolled his eyes as he knelt in front of him, trying not to let his heart race at the positioning. “Just admit you like my face by your crotch, Potter. It’ll save us both time.” He ran the tape down his leg, trying to keep as respectable a distance as he could with his hand mere inches from Potter’s cock. Draco winked at him, and Harry held his gaze as he swallowed hard. Draco watched his Adam's apple bob up and down and was filled with the urge to lick his neck. He stood again. “I don’t need your measurements for a patch job.” He ignored the way Potter licked his lips.
“So what-?”
“I’m making you a new suit,” Draco cut him off. “No need to thank me. It can be a birthday present.”
Potter frowned, pulling his hoodie over his head. “A present? Aren’t these things usually really expensive?”
Draco watched him shake out his curls as he wound up his tape measure. “Don’t worry about it.” And then, when Harry’s frown deepened; “You can always point people in my direction when they no doubt compliment your new attire.”
“Ah, so this is a Slytherin plot!”
“Keep thinking that if it helps you, Potter. Heaven forbid I do something good-natured.” Draco rolled his eyes, but kept a small smile on his face. He knew Harry was only joking.
“I had heard it was illegal for a Malfoy to be selfless.”
Draco snorted. “Maybe I’ve got Wrackspurts in my ears.”
“Hmm. You’d better get that checked out.”
They shared a smile before Draco waved him away. “Get out of my shop, Potter. I can’t have people thinking I let hooligans in.”
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Draco Lucius Malfoy came from a long line of purebloods. Muggle-hating purebloods. He wondered what his ancestors would think now, as he slowly unfurled his fist from around his wand, taking a deep breath and trying to remember why it wasn’t a good idea to send up his new sewing machine in the hot flames of an incendio.
Why had he decided to make Potter’s new suit the muggle way? Because Harry likes hand-made gifts and you like Harry, a voice chimed in, very unhelpfully, for the tenth time that day.
It was two weeks until Potter’s birthday, and Draco sat surrounded by various mannequins in different versions of the Auror’s new suit, all in a state that Draco would describe as only being loved the way a parent would love their 8-year old’s first attempt at something. It wasn’t looking as promising as he’d hoped.
But he’d told Harry he’d make him a new suit, and he’d told himself that he would do it by hand, and that was that. He wouldn’t settle for less than perfection. If that meant a few late nights, and a few more wide-eye potions, then that was fine. If he was going to do this, he would do it right.
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Draco ignored the urge to fiddle with the bow on Potter’s present as he waited for him to answer the door. The warm summer evening was just settling in, and Draco had insisted on arriving early to Harry’s birthday party to give him his shirt himself.
Finally, Potter opened the door. His tshirt was damp, and he smelt strongly of mint and chamomile, evidently fresh out the shower. Draco swallowed the moan that threatened to escape.
“Come in, come in.” Harry held the door open for him. They made their way down the hall into the living room. “I just need to finish setting up. Did you bring the shirt? Of course you did. You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t. You’re never forgetful like I am - oh! A present!” Harry had yanked the parcel from Draco before he could stop him.
The blond opened his mouth to protest, but the paper was already falling to the floor. Harry held the suit up before him with a sharp inhale.
The shirt was white and crisp, the burgundy waistcoat matching the blazer. The material was rich, embroidered with varying shades of red flowers, with faint gold thread throughout. The jacket was long, lined with dark gold buttons, held fastened with a gold chain, the cravat made from the same material, accented with a black and gold clasp. It looked almost regal.
“And you made it by hand?” Harry’s voice was quiet, he looked stunned.
Draco drew his eyebrows together. “How did you- does- does it look bad?” He had been so proud of his work, but now… Was it so clear that he had never done this before? His heart only raced louder as Harry said nothing. And then:
“What? No. No!” He seemed to come back down to earth. “I’m just so used to detecting magic at work that it’s quite jarring when it's not there all of a sudden.” He finally drew his eyes away from the suit, placing it over the back of a chair. “It looks incredible, Draco. Really. I can’t believe you did this for me.” Harry grasped Draco’s hands in his.
Draco couldn’t hide his blush at Harry’s words, the use of his first name, and more importantly, the tight, warm grip Harry had on his hands. He swallowed thickly. “Well, I couldn’t have you turning up to another gala in that ratty old suit, could I?” He tried to sound light-hearted, but the way Harry’s eyes bore into his had his voice faltering.
“You made me an entire suit. Without magic.” Potter’s voice was quiet but steady. His grip tightened every so slightly.
The blond felt like a deer in the headlights, unable to move as Harry inched closer.
“Because I like hand-made gifts.” Harry continued. Draco couldn’t remember how to breathe. If he blinked Harry would be there, inches away from him, close enough that he could touch his face. “And you like me.”
Draco stopped breathing altogether, his eyes focused on the way Harry’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “You’re a lot quicker than you were back in school.” Draco whispered.
“You like me,” Harry murmured.
“I like you.” The admission wasn’t even a whisper, but Harry heard him.
Harry leant in to press his lips to Draco’s ear, his breath tickling his neck. “I like you too.”
“Fuck.” The word escaped on a breath before Draco could stop it, and Harry chuckled quietly, pulling back to look at him.
“I think you’re jumping the gun a bit, Draco. You haven’t even asked me out yet.” Harry’s smile was cocky, his eyes bright, but Draco knew the bravado was only a front.
No, this time, it would be Draco’s bravery that took the spotlight. The blond reached out and rubbed Harry’s earlobe, listening to his breath hitch in his chest as Draco crowded his space. “You’ve fucked yourself over, Potter,” he whispered, “Your admission is practically an invitation.” Draco was leaning so close that his lips ghosted over Harry’s as he spoke.
The darker man closed his eyes, gripping Draco’s arm in anticipation. It sent a thrill through the blond, seeing so clearly that Harry’s words were true; he liked Draco too, and he wanted to kiss him.
Harry’s reaction was the reward for Draco’s bravery, but the prize lay before him.
Draco slowly pressed his lips against Harry’s, and the darker man groaned into his mouth, pushing the kiss further until it became desperate and heated. Harry took control, pushing Draco back against the wall and pulling his blond hair until he opened his mouth to let Harry explore it.
Everything each of them had been holding back was rushing to the surface, and Draco reached underneath Harry’s tshirt to drag his nails over Harry’s skin, making them both groan into the kiss. Harry pulled away with a growl, pulling his shirt over his head quickly before diving back into Draco’s mouth, trapping the blond between the wall and his body. Draco let his hands roam over Harry’s back and arms, his shoulders and chest. This was everything he had dreamed about, but better.
And then the doorbell rang. Because it’s Harry’s birthday. Because they’re expecting to see their friends any moment.
“Fuck.” Harry groaned, pressing his forehead against Draco’s as they caught their breath.
Draco smirked. “I thought we agreed to go on a date first.”
Harry pressed his hungry lips against Draco’s again. “Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, kissing down Draco’s jaw.
The whole evening had gone even better than Draco could have hoped for. Not only did Harry like him back, but fuck, did it feel good to touch him, kiss him.
The doorbell rang again, impatient. Harry pulled away but Draco kissed him again, more sweetly this time.
Harry grinned, squeezing Draco’s hand before picking his tshirt up and pulling it back on.
He spent the rest of the evening showing all of their friends the new suit that Draco had made him, pointing out all of the detail and work that went into it.
And Draco, for one, couldn’t have been happier.
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Suit inspo from Aristocracy London <3
#drarry#drarry fic#harry potter#draco malfoy#draco x harry#harry x draco#harry potter birthday#couturier! Draco Malfoy
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May I offer: Adult again Izzy being shown the baby pictures Ed and Stede took of him while he was a baby and toddler. Him napping on Ed's chest, trying mashed carrots for the first time, in a little kiddie pool in the summer, ripping open Christmas presents, sitting on Uncle Fangs lap, at the zoo. It's strange for him, not only because he's looking at himself as a baby but also because he vaguely remembers a lot of the stuff the two photographed.
this is actually so cute oh my GOD
He'd never really had any baby pictures of himself - aside from the yearly school photos - but here is is absolutely flooded with ones taken by Ed and Stede. He doesn't remember them taking any, but here's the proof, on Ed's cracked phone screen currently shoved in his face.
He looks different than he'd imaged, hair darker and thicker than what he'd seen of his siblings - he'd always assumed he'd looked just the same, but the proof was written in his little hooked nose and in the dark eyelashes framing his little hazel eyes.
"And look," Ed says pointing to a photo of him held against Fang's chest, fists tugging at his beard and mouth splayed in a wide smile, "That's you at Easter. Fang insisted on giving you a tiny bit of chocolate, Stede nearly bit his head off."
"I did not!" Stede exclaims, affronted, and shoves Ed's shoulder. "Babies shouldn't be having chocolate."
"It was a tiny piece!" Ed giggles, dodging Stede's next hit. He turns to Izzy, grinning, "He gave it to you anyway, when Stede wasn't looking."
"As if I didn't see," Stede sighs, settling against Izzy's side.
He swipes the the next photo. "Look!" He says, shoving the screen closer to Izzy's face, "That's Fang's birthday, he insisted on having you there. And it was crazy, someone flipped a table and everything."
Izzy laughs quietly. "And Lucius passed out, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's right!" Ed cackles. "That- that is right, isn't it?" His laughter is cut short and his brows furrow, face falling into something between confused and hurt.
"Do you-" Stede swallows, catching Izzy's attention, "Do you remember? Back then?"
Izzy swallows thickly. He nods. "Some things." He whispers, hand fisting in the chest of his shirt. "It's like- memories."
"How so?" Stede asks, taking Izzy's hand and wrapping it tight between his own.
Izzy chokes back a wet cough. He doesn't know why thinking of those days makes him tear up, but it does. "Like- like it was years ago. I remember bits and pieces. It doesn't feel recent. It feels like so long ago."
Ed and Stede go quiet. They don't speak, they don't cry or sniffle or sigh, they just move in closer, hold him tighter between them.
"He loves you, y'know," Ed hums, eyes trained on where Fang is smiling at the little thing in his arms from behind the glass of the screen.
Izzy finds it odd how Ed does that, refers to him and the baby as the same person. He supposes they are, to a certain degree, but it doesn't make sense that anyone would truly consider him the same. He's different, hardened, he's mean and cruel and nothing like what he's seen of that baby, of what he remembers.
"He was the first I told." He says, filling the new silence of the room. "When you came back."
"Really?" Izzy asks meekly. He doesn't remember much of that night either, except for being more panicked and distraught than he'd ever been before.
"Yep." He takes hold of Izzy's other hand, settling the phone in Izzy's lap. "I texted him immediately. It felt wrong, y'know, for him not to know soon. He loves you so much."
Izzy huffs quietly. "He loved me."
"No, he still does." Ed hums, squeezing Izzy's hand with his own trembling fingers. "He always has. He's always looked after you, hasn't he?"
"I guess." Izzy shrugs, eyes trained at his lap. It feels weird, talking about people caring about him. It felt like- it didn't feel like anything when he was a baby. It was just the way it was. But now? It just wrong, it's like pineapple on pizza, white shoes after labour day.
"We'd do the same for you, you know?" Stede murmurs, squeezing Izzy's hand even tighter.
Izzy shakes his head, blinking away stinging tears. "No." He says, "No, you don't have to do that."
"We know." Stede whispers. "We know that, darling."
Ed swipes to the next photo.
#this is such a cute idea I looooooooove you anon#thank you#sfw#agere#ofmd#izzy hands#stede bonnet#edward teach#ABI
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Prompt Four: AUs
By: @rawhiti (Team Red)
When he finally, finally, ended the phone call with his publisher, Lucius was frustrated enough to throw the phone at the wall. Turned out, he was also impulsive enough to do it, and it was only – barely – saved by Jim’s unnervingly good reflexes as they stepped into the lounge. Damn and bless his flatmate.
“That didn’t seem like it went too well,” they said, raising an eyebrow. “Still on your case about the new book, then?”
Lucius buried his face in his hands and nodded. “He just doesn’t get it! Some people have no understanding of the artistic process. I can’t just… just… write something on command; it requires emotion, passion, depth! The tasteless prick.”
He lurched to his feet, grabbed his laptop bag and wallet as he headed towards the door, passing Jim to get his poor, mistreated phone. “Right. Well, apparently I need a first draft done by the end of next month, which is indescribably unreasonable, but I shall do what I can to keep us paying rent on time.”
Jim nodded. “Much appreciated.”
“So if you need me, I’ll be at Button’s.” The cafe was Lucius’s go-to when he needed to get out of the house to write, though not due to the quality of coffee, which was almost impressively terrible. But it was all vegan food and drinks, at least, and the location on the second floor above a busy city-centre street made it truly excellent for people watching.
The cafe was quiet, as always, which meant that Lucius’s favourite spot near the window was free. He ordered an iced coffee (the drink least likely to taste burnt) and a scone, set up his laptop with an open document to begin writing, and settled in to spy on the passersby.
After a while, however, it became clear that nothing interesting would be happening on the street today. No eccentrically dressed individuals, or dramatic arguments, or even so much as a busker setting up shop outside and playing music of either surprisingly good or shockingly bad quality (it was, in Lucius’s experience, always one of those extremes in this city).
No, the inside of the shop was more curious today, although in ways that Lucius was entirely used to. The owner had the window open so that he could chat with a seagull perched outside, but that happened every time Lucius visited, and he had stopped finding it fascinating and started just praying that it didn’t venture into the kitchen when he wasn’t around. Jackie came in later in the evening with yet another man on her arm and wedding ring on her finger, but Lucius preferred writing romance stories where people fell head over heels for one another rather than bouncing between partners constantly. He had no judgement towards those relationships in reality, but writing about them just didn’t have the same dramatic, heartbreaking sort of love that he so adored.
The sun had just started setting when the gentleman walked in. And that was the way he really had to be described; as a gentleman, all fancy clothes and careful poise that was almost anachronistically posh.
He must be lost, really, having wandered into a kitschy cafe like Button’s by accident.
Still, he sat down in a pink-worn-to-grey armchair as if getting seated for high tea, and ordered a pot of chamomile. His voice matched his appearance to an absurd degree.
On instinct, Lucius began imagining a backstory for him. Perhaps he was from one of those old fashioned families that still did arranged marriages, but fell in love with the sister of the woman he was engaged to marry. Or, no, the woman was the one who had fallen for another, and had schemed with her love to have the man killed.
A cunning plot, then. And that could be why he was here, in a tiny cafe that probably kept seagulls in the kitchens and was only frequented by people who couldn’t afford anyplace better; his wife had lured him here, and sent someone to have him killed.
Lucius pulled his laptop closer and began typing away at a brief plot outline. The killer had to be a fellow widow, of course. Someone with experience in the matter. And with such high class sorts of people they’d likely be poisoning his tea, paying off Buttons to mix it with cyanide. Buttons would do it, Lucius reckoned. He had to be making money somewhere else if he was keeping this cafe running, it certainly didn’t turn a profit from its distinct lack of customers.
The cafe door swung open again and Lucius glanced up from the screen to see another man walking in, someone who by no means could be given the label of gentleman. A biker, based on the leathers, with a look in his eyes that Lucius recognised from Jim. The one that meant, ‘I have at least six knives concealed on me and I most definitely know how to use them’.
Well. It seemed the gentleman’s death wouldn’t be anything so peaceful as poisoning, then. Aristocracy were the ones that could afford hitmen, after all.
When the biker’s eyes locked onto the tea-drinking gentleman and he started striding over, Lucius’s stomach sank. He created dramatic lives for every stranger he met, but it would be just his luck if the one ending in murder turned out to be the first time he was right about them. And even though he knew it was ridiculous, his paranoid brain compelled him to tuck his phone and wallet away, just in case he found himself about to be a witness to a bloody murder.
The biker grabbed the gentleman’s shoulder, who startled in surprise at the touch and twisted to look at the stranger (his soon to be murderer, perhaps) and give a little gasp.
“Oh! I wasn’t expecting to see you for another half hour!” he exclaimed, and the biker grinned and… kissed him? Lucius paused for a moment in confusion, but his frown quickly turned to a grin as he realised just how genuine the kiss was. Ah. A very different story for these two odd men, then.
Forcing down the urge to wolf whistle at the couple the way he always did if one of his friends was making out in public like this, Lucius instead turned to his laptop, opened a new document, and began to brainstorm an elaborate tale for just how these two, very different individuals could have met. It wasn’t just the way the men dressed; they held themselves differently, had very different stories told by wrinkles and scars on their skin. But they way they looked at one another? Now that was an exact mirror of one another’s love. And exactly the kind of romance that Lucius so adored.
#team red#ofmd#our flag means death#prompt 4#mod favourite#this au is so fun & lucius as an author is brilliantttttt
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Ofmd rewatch ep 6 the art of fuckery
So
I know that there is some profound and interesting takes about this episode and any interpretation I could ever have would be probably already said in better words by someone else
That being said
The thing of Ed being the kraken or rather creating it to himself as the monster that killed his father to not feel guilt despite how much his dad was a monster it's really one of the most beautiful plots n the show
His panic attack the actual self hate the way that he says he has no friend the facade of strength and being heartless while craving humanity he asks why stede has a bird guy but made fang put his dog out it's such a duality of his performative strength and violence developed for survival vs actual wish for a softer gentler world he craves to live in
I fucking love him
And I kinda understand Izzy's behavior here going back to violence as a protection if the world stops fearing Blackbeard how well they can truly do for themselves, but also I feel like most of his behavior it is purely a misplaced or misunderstood jealousy (romantic of platonic it is jealousy) and a fear of being left behind
That being said the duel it's one of my favorite scenes as we can truly see Izzy getting erratic out of anger to the point of actually allowing himself to be distracted and eventually losing
I saw a post once saying why people include Ivan on the whole "revenge found family ™" because he isn't really into the whole getting included compared to fang at least and I may say I disagree with this, like there are some scenes showing him being as fed up with Izzy's bs and interacting with the others in the background and also I want him to be part of the found family god damnit.
Lucius finger plot it's disgusting but hilarious and the pay off with the first Lucius/Pete kiss it's lovely
Now some questions:
How many people from Blackbeard's crew are onboard? Cause In the fuckery demonstration there's a lot of shit going on, it's just fang Ivan those two nameless guys I love and Ed?
I'm concerned about the reason of the fuckery, did they just terrified some guys for nothing?
Does wee John counts as a catboy? and if yes can I sexualize him as such?
Overall this episode made me cry fell disgust think about that Front bottoms song -father and laugh about Izzy's bad not good constantly getting worse months
Rating 🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙 five kraken metaphors for your own violence so you don't have to face your own fears
#our flag means death episode 6#the art of fuckery#ofmd#stede bonnet#Edward teach#Lucius#Frenchie#lucius/black pete#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#wee john feeney
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Sweet Blackbonnet nsfw thing. My only excuse is that i was going feral at pics of Rhys yesterday so I'm living thru Ed a bit.
Get it Ed bby.
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He gently rests his head on Stede's thigh. It isn't exactly where he wants to be, but it's in the right neighbourhood.
"Needy today?"
Stede's hand gently runs through his hair, and he nuzzles his face a bit closer to his goal.
"I thought we were relaxing for now," Stede chuckles.
"We are," Ed sighs happily and presses his nose against Stede's inner thigh.
"You seem to have a goal in mind though."
"I might. But I'm feeling lazy at the same time."
"Tragedy," Stede sighs dramatically.
"It truly is."
Stede giggles as he flops over fully onto his lap, directly but gently onto his bulge.
"Edward."
"Yes?" he leaves his reply muffled into Stede, smiling against him when Stede laughs hard enough to shake them both.
"Was this the end goal? It can't possibly have been."
"You want this blowjob or not?"
Stede laughs again, and he takes the opportunity to quickly move the edge of his nightshirt out of the way and mouth over his cotton underclothes covered cock.
The laugh cuts off into a sigh.
He pauses to grin into Stede's lap, wrapping his arms around him as best he can.
"I live here now."
"Oh do you? Even when we go on raids?"
"Yup. It's simple, we put me on something that rolls, and then you walk, and Izzy can help push the cart or whatever-"
"What about sword fighting?!"
"Do you usually sword fight with your cock?" Ed jokes, then pauses. "Well. Actually-"
Stede's fingers thread gently through his hair, and he lets his eyes flutter shut as he mouths again over his cock.
"I should have locked the door," Stede sighs.
"Wait," Ed lifts his head. "We did all that last night, and the door wasn't even locked?
Stede gives him a sheepish chuckle.
"Kinda hot. Besides, you would think they've all learned by n-"
"Oh-" the door creaks open to reveal Lucius peering in. "Busy, got it, I was never here, shall I lock this? I shall."
The door slams shut, the lock clicks from the outside, and they break into giggles.
"Why does that lock from the outside?" Ed asks as he drops his head back down and nuzzles against Stede's half hard cock.
"Oh! In case I, as Captain, go mad with power or something else and the crew needs to lock me away for my own safety!"
"...do you plan to go mad with power?"
"Not right now!"
"Good."
He takes the pause as a chance to mouth over Stede's cock again, fighting off the urge to giggle when Stede presses him down ever so slightly. "Impatient?"
He says it around Stede's cock, and it earns him a shaky moan.
He lifts his head. "Awww. Want more?"
"I think that's obvious I do."
"Yeah, but are you sure?"
"Edward."
"Ooh say it again!"
Stede's head drops back onto the pillow. "I'll say something alright."
"I know you will."
He undoes the tiny buttons on the front flap of Stede's underclothes (seems like overkill, but they are really cute pearl colored buttons) and immediately takes the head of his cock in his mouth.
"Please."
"Mhm?" is all he can manage in reply.
"What?"
"Mhmm!"
"Take my cock out of your mouth; I'm not getting it."
"Mhmmhmmm!"
"Edward."
He pops Stede's cock out of his mouth. "I...I just forgot what I was going to say. Fuck! It was hot too. I think. Can I just get back to-"
"I won't say no to that."
He takes Stede in as far as he can, and lets his mind go blank. It's not quite as soothing as laying on the beach, sucking Stede's cock, and listening to the waves crash on the sand, but it's damn close.
"Ed."
"Mhm?"
"Oh god not again. I'm trying to ask...tap your shoulder or no?"
"nhh."
"Please just say yes or no. As much as I love this and you-"
"Nah," Ed lolls his tongue out and taps the head of Stede's cock on it. "Just come down my throat."
"Oh."
That's sign enough, and he hurriedly takes Stede back down before they accidentally send another nightshirt to the laundry pile.
"Mhmm."
"Use your words," Ed teases and flops back up beside him on the pillows.
"Mhm."
"Yeah?"
Stede pulls him in for a kiss. "We're locked in, sort of."
"Yeah," Ed frowns. "Wait. We can lock the door from either side. What would that do if you went mad with power or whatever and they wanted to lock you in here like you said?"
"Oh," Stede says. "Huh. Hadn't thought of that, actually. They could shove something in front of the door."
He snuggles in as Stede pulls him closer. "What now?"
"Well, we're locked in. Technically. And I don't know that I remember how to work the lock from this side. We'll have to simply lay here and wait and maybe try that thing from last night again-"
"You liked it that much?"
"Why don't I show you how much?"
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by Slytherclaw1917
After nearly dying in the battle at the Department of Mysteries, Hermione Granger's world is turned on its head when Professor Snape begins asking questions about her family line. Information comes to light about who she really is, or rather who she was born as. She is thrown into the midst of a chaotic world that does not deal in her neat boxes of black and white absolutes, but includes all the shades of grey, blurring the lines she had so clearly established for her life and moral compass. Now hailed as the lost daughter of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, secretly dating the Scion of a Sacred House while once again betrothed to the Scion of another, Hermione must navigate a war where both sides yearn for her power and influence. She will learn who her true friends are, and discover exactly what she is capable of in order to truly save the world she was born to lead.
Words: 3055, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father, Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, Severus Snape, Daphne Greengrass, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Dumbledore's Army (Harry Potter), Albus Dumbledore, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Goblins (Harry Potter), Hogwarts Students, Hogwarts Staff, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Death Eater Characters, Order of the Phoenix
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle/Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott/Gregory Goyle, Gregory Goyle/Theodore Nott
Additional Tags: Top Gregory Goyle, Switch Theodore Nott, Bottom Hermione Granger, Secret Malfoy, Pureblood Hermione Granger, Love Triangles, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Consensual Underage Sex, Death Eater Gregory Goyle, Possessive Gregory Goyle, Possessive Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle Did Not Have A Happy Home Life, Romance, Arranged Marriage, Porn With Plot, Molly Weasley Bashing, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Ron Weasley Bashing, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Secret Relationship, Male Slash, Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Threesome - F/M/M, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Spitroasting, Double Penetration
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the inherent romance of the costume details… im inconsolable
#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd spoilers#lucius spriggs#oluwande boodhari#edward teach#blackbonnet#ummm olujim or jimwande or tealoranges or whatever they’re called... personally i think tealoranges sounds SO cute#lucius x black pete#it’s about carrying a little bit of the person you love with you everywhere.... it’s about the symbolism.....#it’s about oluwande’s earring being jim’s favorite color#it’s about lucius really truly loving the finger#its about ed despite it all still wearing stede’s cravat because oh god he loves him#THIS SHOW. MAKES ME. FEEL CRAZY.
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