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tvgals · 6 months

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Hey I don’t know if your taking requests at the moment but I was thinking about a somewhat emotional piece . I was thinking about connie x bestfriend y/n reunion where they haven’t seen each other since 10th grade. Like y/n was on her way to a family event that was hosted at her parents house and like everyone knew the whole surprise thing he wanted to do so she walks in seeing everyone recording so she look confused and then he walks up behind her holding flowers and a teddy bear. ( I’m so sorry this is long but no pressure )

IM GOING BACK TO 505!

you and connie haven’t seen each other in over four years, imagine your face of surprise when he comes to see you.

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

you’d never felt the same as you did during tenth grade. you had a loyal bestfriend and a huge crush you still haven’t managed to get over. you sit up in your bed and rub your eyes, picking up your phone. you tap the screen to see new messages from your sister.

‘don’t forget abt that reunion td!!!’

‘momma says wear pink!’

you grin and take off your bonnet, letting your hair rest on the middle of your back. you get out of the bed and stretch, walking to the bathroom.

your train of thoughts ran about this morning, it seems as if you can’t get connie off of your mind these days. you already couldn’t let go of him, but it’s more than usual this month. you missed him an indescribable amount, wishing he’d text or call you. you’ve been thinking he’s more than likely forgotten about you, that he’s moved on and is living life freely. it hurt your heart to think about things like this, that he doesn’t care about you, but it was infact the opposite.

connie’s pov :

connie had a dopey grin on his face. a week or so ago, he’d gotten a dm from your sister on instagram, asking if he wanted to come and see you for the weekend. connie thought it was some joke, that he was being pranked, but once he saw all of the post’s including your beautiful face, he practically started kicking his feet. he texted back with an enthusiastic response, a smile on his face.

connie threw on a pair of dunks, a pair he bought a while ago because they reminded him of you, and headed out the door. he slid into his all black hellcat and made his way to your family home. your sister texted a few times, an even bigger smile making its way onto his face.

‘y/n is on her way now!!’

‘make sure you hide real good’

connie pulls up to your house and parks across the street. he looks over to his passenger seat and sighs before picking up the roses and chocolates, a teddy bear holding $200 in 20’s in front. he picks them up and gets out the car, walking to the side of your house where he’s sure he won’t be seen. five minutes or so went by before he saw your pink porsche pull into the driveway, you getting out dressed in a beautiful pink strapless two piece. connie smiles to himself.

you walk up the stairs to your house and when you open the door connie can hear the mumbles and laughs of your family members.

your pov:

you walk into the house to see everyone with their phones out, smiling and giggling.

“what are y’all recording for?” you giggle nervously. your sister comes up to you and tells you to close your eyes and turn around. you scrunch your face up in confusion but comply, turning around and squeezing g your eyes shut. connie got a text of ‘CMON!!’ from your sister and he walks up the stoop to your house, opening the door with a grin. “open your eyes!” you sister yells, laughing. you open your eyes to see connie holding all those thoughtful gifts for you.

“connie?” you laugh, a shocked look on your face. “hey, y/n.” he responds smiling. you throw yourself into a hug with connie. tears starting to roll down your face. “don’t cry, pretty girl.” connie says, hugging you back. you pull back from him and wipe your tears, looking at his hands. “is that for me?” you ask, looking back up at him. “of course.” he says, handing you your gifts.

“i thought you forgot about me..” you admit, looking at him. “of course not. i’ve been thinking about you for the past 4 years, pretty.” connie replies, hugging you once more.

“i missed you so much, connie.”

“i missed you more, y/n.”

i hope you enjoyed this… i’ll probably redo it but i felt the need to get it out.

#myatalks🫡#black reader #blkshoyo #im black #i love being black #ilovemyfollowers #ilysm <3 #myaas mutuals #anime #being black #connie x reader #attack on titan connie #aot connie #connie springer #connie #connie x black reader #connie x black y/n #connie x you

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essefryu · 7 months

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Alright, I've collected my thoughts on Izzy's death a bit.

So, in my opinion, there are two main reasons why it was so jarring:

The first one is that it being crammed between Stede and Ed's reunion and the innkeepers stuff does make it look like the authors just wanted him out of the way. Which is further enhanced by the whole "they are a love triangle" talk from David. The problem is, Izzy is not the evil bad yaoi manga style homewrecker who is only there to be an obstacle for the main characters to overcome/jealousy bait. Not after all the development he went through in this season.

The second one is that they somehow made the guy's whole death scene about Ed. Sure, for the season one Izzy that would be expected, he was in fact absolutely obsessed by his role as Blackbeard's guard dog/enabler, but here we are talking abou Izzy who sung a song for the crew to cheer them up after being tortured, Izzy who threw a whole piracy crash course for Stede Fucking Bonnet and cheered him up when he was doing a good job, Izzy who was willing to share advice on overcoming trauma with Lucius (and gave him a lovely whittled toy shark), Izzy who a couple of scenes back confronted the nose guy because he felt almost parental responsibility for the safety of the crew. But then suddenly, in one of the most important moments of his life, all we're talking about is how the crew is Ed's family who love him (do they really?), and Izzy is just his dying pet. After the whole season of development into being his own person and building meaningful connections with others.

I don't think he should have been immortal just for the fact that he's a queer character, but the way they handled his death was pretty fucking tasteless. It was kinda shit. Yeah. It fucking sucked. Hard.

#ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #justice for izzy #F

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evanrosieroff · 4 months

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Evan Rosier headcannon:

needs glasses to read.

has sooooo many rings.

the red lycoris is his favorite flower.

hates the taste of coffee.

drinks his tea with three sugars.

looooooves to wear hoodies too big for him.

likes the smell of soap (especially Barty’s).

wanted a little sister when he was younger.

is a skater boy.

reeeally loves the taste of vodka (nobody likes vodka for its taste, but he does).

mades a collection of scented candles.

hate beach.

but love the smell of the sea.

only wears converses or vans.

likes strange socks.

started smoking in grade three (with Reg, Lior and Rab, during one of the many meetings of the circle of pure-blood families)

Dorcas is his only female friend.

has two tattoos.

has a talent for writing.

hates the sight of blood.

is afraid of death and corpses in general.

loves, but also hates, writing about intense emotions.

learned to play drums to please Barty.

finally loves to play drums (it allows him to exteriorize).

has a percing on the right eyebrow.

adores to watch movies at cinema.

looooooves to wear the sweaters of others (specifically those of Barty).

doesn’t assume to prefer men.

cries easily.

wears plaid pajamas.

loves to read love poems.

hates family reunions.

has a silver chain, with her mother’s wedding ring.

always wear a bonnet when it is less than 16°C.

loves sweat things.

is a shorty boy.

and has a complex about it.

died exactly one month before he was twenty.

#evan rosier #rosekiller #barty x evan #slytherin skittles #the marauders era

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doks-aux · 1 year

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I want the classic set-up where it’s post-reunion and Izzy has been banished from-- I’m sorry, it’s come to a “mutual agreement” that Izzy leave the Revenge as a convenient scapegoat for everyone’s problems, and only a few weeks or months later it can no longer be denied that this was a Bad Idea. So they return to whatever port they left him at or that he most likely would have rowed to and set out to find him and bring him back.

They find him with his new crew or new family--be it Calico Jack, Anne Bonny, Mary Read, Sam Bellamy, Spanish Jackie, the OC of your choice, whoever--looking relaxed and content in a way he never has before aside from really not being happy to see Stede and Co. again. And Stede invites him back on board in a way that makes it clear he does not want him back but is also actually ordering him to come back because apparently he was doing a WHOLE LOT of the actual work on the ship and they haven’t figured out how to pick up the slack yet and also Ed’s not doing great without someone to ground him or let him be the good cop and also he just kinda got really used to being the center of Izzy’s world and attention and misses it and really cannot be expected to not get everything he wants without consequence or compromise, so won’t Izzy just suck it up and quietly and graciously accept a life of thankless devotion? Maybe if he’s less annoying about it this time, Ed will give him another thump on the back. Maybe even multiple thumps!

And Izzy, who’s been mostly quiet through the whole spiel, says, “No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I mean, absolutely fucking not, Bonnet. Now get out of my sight.”

“But what am I supposed to tell Ed?”

And Izzy smiles. “Tell him he’s got terrible taste in boyfriends and he can go suck eggs in Hell.”

And then he stayed with the people that actually liked and appreciated him and never regretted it and lived happily ever after, the end.

#this was originally longer and more elaborate and even more petty but i restrained myself #anyway i have a lot of opinions #Izzy Hands #Israel Hands #first mate of my heart #pirates #Our Flag Means Death #doc's headcanons #doc's stories #dokcourse #doc rants #doc posts pirates

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straightupsickfics · 8 months

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Sicktember Prompt 25: Confused/Disoriented

a tiny, fevery reunion scene because the FULL TRAILER IS COMING <3

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Ed's dead. He knows he must be, because he's gone to hell, and all he can hear is Stede Bonnet's voice, haunting him like a curse.

I love everything about you...

He groans. Wants to open his eyes but he can't seem to move at all.

Fuck.

His head's pounding and he's so hot it would be killing him if he wasn't already fucking dead.

Stede's voice is still there, muttering something, getting closer to Ed's ear, he's pretty sure. God, why wouldn't it stop? Stede's gone, he fucking left like everyone else... out to sea or fucked off back to his family, probably. Or maybe he's dead, too.

No. Ed can't let himself think about that, no matter how bad he feels right now. Stede's out there somewhere, and if he realized he didn't want Ed after all, well, that would check out, wouldn't it?

Pirates don't have friends.

I love being near you...

Fucking Stede.

If he liked being near him so much he would be.

Ed's pretty sure he's sweating now, it's so hot and he can't escape it.

...Breathing the same air as you...

It's torture of the worst kind. Diabolical, truly, because Ed can't imagine a fate worse than this, Stede telling him he loves being with him, being around him, loves him, Edward, all while Ed's asleep or dead or fucking ... losing his mind.

It's not true. Stede left him. He's gone, and this dream will end, because it has to be a dream, doesn't it? He can't really be dead, because he can't possibly spend an eternity imagining that Stede loves him.

Ed?

The voice is definitely getting closer now, and Ed feels tears, hot and sudden.

"STOP!" He wakes up screaming.

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"Edward!"

It's Stede, who is not dead, and neither, apparently, is Ed.

"Oh, Ed," Stede says, voice breaking. His hand's are on Ed, on his hands, then his chest then his face, as if this is okay, as if nothing had happened and he hadn't fucked their plan to run away together, leaving Ed on that dock to wait and wait and wait.

Everything hurts, and Ed's just as hot as he'd been in the dream, and just as sweaty as he'd feared. Slowly, though, pieces of memories come back to him. He'd been out on deck in a storm, soaked all the way through, and something—or someone—had hit him right in the head.

There's nothing after that.

"Stede?" He can't help it, not after everything, and suddenly he's crying in earnest again, hot tears blurring his vision as his head swims.

Stede gives him a small smile. "Right here. You gave us a scare there, flailing around like that. Think you've got quite the fever..." He trails off, staring at Ed like he can't bear to look away.

“You left,” Ed says flatly.

“I came back,” Stede says. “I didn’t want to—” He stops, takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Ed,” he says instead. “When you’re feeling better, I can tell you the whole story, alright? But for now…” Stede takes Ed’s hand in his, squeezing it tightly, like he’d never let it go again. “I’m not going anywhere. If… If you’ll have me, of course,” Stede finishes.

Ed wants to scream again, wants to tell him to leave him alone, but he doesn’t have the energy. And more than that, he doesn’t want that, not really, not deep down.

He’s here now, holding Ed’s hand. Looking at him like that…the way he always did, like Ed hung the fucking moon. He’s in Stede’s bed on The Revenge, he realizes all at once. Tucked into the soft, fancy sheets with blankets piled up. Probably not helping the fever, but all Ed can think about is how nice it might be if Stede were in here with him.

So much for holding a grudge.

Stede leans over, tentative, and wipes away the tears from Ed’s cheeks so carefully it brings a whole new wave of tears to the surface.

God, maybe he really is dying.

“You’ll stay?” Ed asks, and he should hate the way his voice sounds, splintered and wrung out, but Stede doesn’t mind, just squeezes his hand again, his own eyes shining. They really do have a lot to talk about, but right now, Ed’s head is spinning and Stede’s here and wants to stay, and that's enough for now.

“Not going anywhere,” Stede promises.

#my fic #of//md #sicktember

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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What about Izzy x reader but the reader is blackbeards sibling? Ik eds an only child buuuuut I think it be cute to have a reunion between all of them or something :)

Edward Teach's Sibling and Izzy Hand's Lover Returning:

"C'mon Jackie, he's my brother!" you pleaded. You had been lingering around Spanish Jackie's for a while now before she agreed to see you, mostly just because she knew whatever you were up to would involve your brother. She didn't like getting involved in family business.

"If I knew where he was, I would tell you. All I know is that he's sailing around with the Gentleman fucking Pirate," Jackie had already told you this, but you kept coming back just in case she had heard anything.

"Right, I've heard of him. Sounds about right for Ed to take an interest in somebody doing something different," you hummed, thinking back on what you had heard about the Gentleman Pirate, Stede Bonnet you think he name was. A miracle he survived at sea, of course Edward would shack up with him.

"The bastard broke my nose jar," Jackie muttered into her drink.

"Edward?" you frowned, even he wouldn't touch Jackie's nose jar.

"No, the Gentleman Pirate," Jackie rolled her eyes.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little. You had never met the man but you could almost picture it from what you've heard about him. "Ah...made a good impression, then?"

"He's not welcome here," Jackie shot you a glare, as if you were threatening to drag him in.

"Alright..." you sighed, deflating in your seat. You still felt no closer to tracking down your family. "Do you at least know the name of the ship they're sailing on?" you asked.

"The Revenge," she told you simply.

"Alright, let's see what I can do with that," you nodded. Maybe somebody had encountered the ship lately, knew what direction it was sailing in. It was better than nothing. "Is Izzy with him still?" you asked quietly.

"'course he is. Where else would he fucking go?" Jackie scoffed.

"Ah, you like him really," you insisted, earning an eye roll but also a small smile from her.

Jackie shook her head, sipping from her drink, looking towards the door. "Huh..." she raised an eyebrow, lowering her drink.

"What?" you frowned, not daring to look behind you, not if it had interested Jackie. At least she didn't seem angry.

"Today might be your lucky day," she mused, nodding towards the door.

You turned in your seat, seeing a familiar figure walking into the bar. You recognised him instantly as apart of your crew, the crew you hadn't seen for far too long. Fang!

"Jackie, you are my good luck charm, I swear to fucking God," you flashed her a smile, quickly finishing your drink.

"Feel free to pay me for it," Jackie muttered as you stood from your seat.

"Love you Jackie!" you called back over your shoulder, giving her a wave as you hurried over to the man dressed in leather.

Fang's face lit up as soon as he saw you, shouting out your name as he pulled you into a hug. You had always liked Fang, he and Ivan worked closer to you and Izzy than the rest of the crew, but Fang was always a little more talkative.

Fang was quick to start chatting your ear off, telling you about everything that happened since you went missing. You were glad to hear that Edward and Izzy were alright. Turns out, it was only him and Ivan that had remained on the Revenge with them.

And while you were enjoying catching up, you were antsy to meet with your brother again. Thankfully, Fang suddenly realised that and offered to escort you back to the Revenge.

He seemed even more excited as you as you walked through the streets together, Fang telling you all about the new crew.

Once you reached the ship, you were greeted by Ivan, receiving a smile and a pat on the back as he welcomed you back. When you asked where the captain was, he pointed you in the direction of their quarters.

In your excitement, you just barged into the captain's cabin. You stumbled to a stop at the sight of the cabin. Your brother's cabin had been dark, he rarely took the sheets down from over the windows, but this was...quite different. It was spacious and bright, both form the chandelier and the sun coming in through the window. A fucking chandelier!

There was a grand desk, a comfy sitting area, bookshelves, a fireplace.

You were quickly snapped out of your amazement when your gaze settled on the two men sitting on the settee, reminding you of why you were here in the first place.

Your brother looked just like he did when you last saw him. Actually, no he didn't. Sure, his hair and beard were the same, his hair tied back to keep it out of his eyes, but he looked different. Brighter, healthier. Most notably, he was wearing a pair of loose black breeches and a white satin shirt. He looked comfortable, though he also looked like he had seen a ghost as he stared at you.

The man next to him was dressed in a soft blue, his blonde curls even softer. He looked more surprised by the intrusion than Edward, but also more confused than horrified than your brother.

"Edward!" you grinned, holding your arms out to your sides. You knew there was an equal enough chance of him either hugging you or stabbing.

"Holy shit!" Edward jumped up from his seat, rushing you. You could only laugh as he embraced your, squeezing you a little too tight and lifting you off of your feet. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asked, dropping you back down and grabbing you by your shoulders.

His joy for seeing you alive turning to simmering anger as he glared at you. Edward had never been good with people leaving.

"It's a long story, been harassing Jackie for your whereabouts for months. I swear, I never meant to lose you," you gave him the short explanation.

"Thought you fucking left or something," his grip on your shoulders tightened as he gave you a slight shake, begging you to explain your disappearance.

"Navy chased me off, wasn't about to let them get their hands on me. Tried to circle back, the ship was already gone," you told him. You could still remember the way your stomach dropped as you stared out at the horizon, the spot were the Queen Anne had been not all that long before.

"Navy chased us off too," Edward nodded in understanding, seeming to put the pieces together, as he loosened his grip. There still might be bruises later.

"Fucking hell. I'm really sorry, Ed," you apologised, voice cracking a little.

"You're back now, that's what matters," Edward grinned, pulling you back in for another embrace. "Knew you wouldn't abandon us," he murmured, as you gave him a squeeze.

"You couldn't pay me to abandon you," you promised him.

"Uh, Edward?" the blonde asked, cautiously standing from his seat, looking between you both. He couldn't decide how this was going to go, and he had no idea what was going on.

The interrupt caused you both to part, looking towards the other captain. "Oh, this is the Gentleman Pirate?" you asked your brother.

"Stede Bonnet," the blond introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to shake.

"Okay, I get it. He's cute," you nudged Edward's ribs with your elbow, which received a blush from him. He shoved your shoulder as revenge.

"Hey, I'm Ed's sibling," you introduced yourself, brushing off your brother, and shaking Stede's hand.

"Sibling?" Stede asked, eyes widening slightly but his politeness remained. "You never mentioned a sibling," he looked to Edward for some sort of explanation. He had heard about his mother and father, though it wasn't something Edward liked talking about, but he had never mentioned a sibling.

"They disappeared a little while ago, it's kinda been a sensitive subject," Edward confessed, giving a slightly apologetic look.

"I really am sorry about all that, I can explain everything," you insisted, turning back to your brother.

"I believe you," Edward assured you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Just glad your back. You are staying, aren't you?" he asked, a vulnerable look on his face, worried you would run off.

"Of course I am!" you promised. "I mean if Captain Bonnet is alright with that, wouldn't want to cause any disrespect," you added quickly. You had no intention of leaving, even if Stede didn't want you around, you weren't leaving them again, but you thought you should play nice.

"Of course! You're Edward's family, of course you're welcome," Stede agreed, though he clearly seemed a little shaken by this new development, "oh, and please, just call me Stede."

"Thank you, Stede," you nodded politely. "I can't wait to get to fucking know this guy," you grinned at Edward.

"He's fucking insane, you'll love him," Edward grinned right back, clearly proud of his new companion.

You gave the Gentleman Pirate another look over, you were already fascinated. Just look at his cabin!

Now that you had reunited with your brother and he didn't seem angry with you, you thought it was a good time to bring up the other matter. "Ed?" you asked, getting his attention back on you, "is Izzy here?"

"Right, right. You've humoured your brother long enough, need to track down his first mate," Edward teased, rolling his eyes at you.

"Don't be like that, I just know how he gets," you frowned, gently nudging your arm against his. You were certain that Izzy had become a terror.

"He's fucking miserable, man," Edward admitted with a small sigh.

"Fuck," you groaned. You knew Edward and Izzy better than anyone

"You know Izzy?" Stede asked, looking at you with interest.

"Obviously, I've sailed with Ed my whole life. Izzy's been there most of the time, practically grew up with him. The last few months have been the longest the three of us have ever spent apart," you told him with a small shrug.

"Well, you know Iz doesn't usually take shore leave. Should be able to find him around here somewhere," Edward assured you. And as if on cue, the three of you heard shouting coming from the deck. It was a familiar voice, hoarse and shouting something about 'twats'. It put a smile on your face.

"Ah...it seems the crew has returned," Stede hummed, giving you an apologetic look. Like you weren't used to Izzy's bad moods.

"Well, come on, let's get this over with," Edward sighed, patting you on the shoulder, knowing that it may not go as smoothly as your reunion had.

You just nodded, missing Stede's confused frown. Still, he followed you both out onto the deck.

You stood beside Edward outside the captain's cabin and there he was. Izzy hands, cursing the crew up and down. He hadn't noticed the three of you, too busy hoarding the crew back onto the ship and telling them were to put the supplies.

"Come on, Iz! Give the poor sods a break!" you called across the deck.

The first mate instantly froze at the sound of your voice before slowly turning to face you. The unfamiliar crew also stopping to see who the new face was.

"What the fuck?" Izzy asked, no, demanded. His glare harsh. If looks could kill, you'd be at the bottom of the ocean already.

"Even Jackie couldn't track you down, sailing on a new ship and all. Fuck, never make me spend another week with Calico-" you spoke as casually as possible, hoping to ease at least some of his anger, as Izzy marched up to you. The crew was certainly watching with interest now.

And then, there was a blade at your throat.

"Hey, Iz," you smiled, raising your hands in surrenders, not trying to defend yourself.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Izzy asked through gritted teeth.

"It's a long story but I can explain everything," you promised.

He only pressed the blade harder against your throat, you didn't even flinch. You didn't really think he would slit your throat.

"Should we stop them?" Stede asked his co-captain.

"Oh, no, just let them work it out," Edward reassured him, not seeming worried.

Plus, it was just better this way. Stede would only get himself stabbed by one of you if he tried to intervene. Historically, it had never been a good idea to interrupt an argument that involved either three of you.

"Desertion is punishable by death," Izzy reminded you lowly.

"Oh c'mon, I didn't desert anyone!" you scoffed, "and I came back as soon as I could!"

"Months!" he snapped.

"Like I said, you've both been hard to track down. I get a lead and you're gone already. So, I stuck by Jackie, she knows everything. Told me you were both sailing with Bonnet but didn't know where the ship was last spotted. Knew you'd show up in the Republic sooner or later," you defended yourself.

"I thought-we thought you were fucking dead," you didn't miss the way his voice shook.

"Gonna take more than some navy bastards to kill me," you promised him. "Can you please lower the knife?" you asked.

"Yeah, come on, mate. I think you made your point," Edward piped up.

Izzy seethed but knew that he couldn't actually bring himself to draw blood, so he tucked his dagger away. He was still looking at you like he wanted to kill you though.

"I missed you too, Iz," you knew it would only anger him more but you did miss him, and you had to let him know.

"Didn't fucking miss you," Izzy insisted and, to be fair, to anyone other than you and Edward he sounded convincing.

"Sure," you shrugged, your smile giving you away. You didn't believe him for a second.

"Alright, are you two done?" Edward asked, looking between you both with a certain fondness and familiarity. Stede was still trying to catch up, perhaps this was pretty usual between you and Izzy, arguments that got a little out of hand.

"Think so, a little amazed I'm not bleeding though," you joked.

"There's still time," Izzy warned sharply, making Edward laugh.

"All the time in the world, 'cause I'm not going anywhere now that I got my family back," you promised, both of them.

"Fucking right, you're not," Edward agreed firmly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

"Well, you have to have dinner with us. Roach is planning something rather special with the extra supplies he managed to get, and family should always been welcome," Stede welcomed you, really living up to his name.

"Fascinating," you grinned, you have never met such a welcoming pirate captain. "I'd be honoured, if Izzy joins us too, of course. He is family, after all," you bargained, even if you knew the first mate would hate it. You couldn't risk him running off and hiding, you weren't letting him get away just yet.

"Oh, uh, yes, of course," Stede agreed. He could deny their guest, could he? Though, he supposed you didn't really count as a guest if you were a new member of the crew. Mostly likely a new high ranking member of the crew, being Edward's sibling and all.

As you expected, Izzy cringed at the whole idea. "You'll love it, Iz!" Edward insisted, even if he doubted Izzy would even tolerate it, as he threw his other arm around his first mate's shoulder.

Dinner was as uncomfortable as could be expected. And the whole time, Stede felt lost. He just couldn't place the dynamics.

He had no doubt that you and Edward were related, even if you didn't look much alike. Stede could see the similarities. The energy, the passion, the newfound love for marmalade (Edward had insisted that you try it right then and there).

The two of you caught up, reflected on old memories, laughing and drinking together. Telling Stede about all the trouble you used to get into and most of those stories, if not all, involved Izzy. Though, Izzy didn't contribute to the story telling, other than a mumbled correction here or there.

You kept trying to bring Izzy into the conversation, as did Edward but with less conviction, and Stede noticed. He also noticed that Izzy seemed extra tense, which he didn't even think was possible, glaring at you.

Stede wondered what you must have done to upset him so, though he figured it didn't take much to get on Hands' bad side.

The strange thing though was that you seemed fond of Izzy, for whatever reason, one that Stede couldn't see anyway. Then again, Edward was fond of his first mate too. There much be something to the man that Stede wasn't seeing.

"Right, that was dessert, are we fucking done here?" Izzy asked, figuring that dessert signalled an end to a meal.

"Mate..." Edward sighed.

"Well...yes, I suppose. You're free to go whenever you please, Izzy," Stede told him. He wasn't going to hold the man hostage after all.

"Great, I'm fucking leaving," Izzy was out of his seat and out the door in seconds.

Edward get out another sigh, sinking down into his chair. "Why can't he just be happy when good things happen?!" he asked, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Because he's hurt, you thought but didn't say. "I'll handle it," you assured him, standing and squeezing his shoulder before leaving the cabin.

As soon as the door was closed behind you, you hurried across the ship and down towards the cabins. You figured Izzy wouldn't actually run away, that would be a bad look if another member of the crew caught him, but you didn't care about all that. So, you caught up quick.

"Izzy!" you caught him in the hallway, not far from his cabin.

Izzy sighed, his shoulders tensing, but he turned to face you anyway.

"Please, please forgive me. I never meant to leave, I didn't have a choice with the Navy on us. If they caught up with me they'd never let me go, I'm Blackbeard's blood. I really did come back as soon as I could, as soon as I could track you down," you insisted, not above pleading. In fact, you had told yourself that you would get down on your knees and plead for both his and Edward's forgiveness if that's what it took. They were your family, they meant everything to you.

"You should have seen Ed when you left," you could hear the pain in his voice now, more obvious than it was before now that nobody was around.

"I can imagine...I'm sorry you had to take care of him on your own," you apologised again. Edward's low moods and episodes were never easy to handle, but you always pulled him back of them. Losing the last of his family, to think you left him on purpose, you couldn't imagine how he ended up. It had to be worse than that time Calico Jack disappeared for months without a word and that had been pretty difficult for all of you. "Especially when you were hurting as well," a part of you didn't want to add that last part but you had too. You needed him to acknowledge his own pain, to know it was okay. That you hurt too.

"Fuck off," Izzy hissed, his eyes glassy.

"You don't need to lie to me, you know that. Nothing has changed. You can still trust me," you stepped towards him, smiling slightly when he didn't move away from you. "I'll do whatever it takes for you to believe that again, for as long as it takes. For both you and Edward," you vowed.

Izzy's gaze flittered around your face before seeming to believe you, his eyes turning a little red. "I really did miss you, Iz. Not a day went by when I didn't think about you, about Edward, about the Anne," you confessed, cautiously lifting your hands to cup his face. You felt your own eyes watering when he lent into your touch.

Before you knew it, Izzy was clutching at your waist and met you in a kiss. He held you harshly, fingering digging into your flesh, like if he loosened his grip you would just disappear.

He had lied. He had missed you so fucking much.

When he saw you standing outside of Edward's cabin, he honestly thought he was hallucinating, that he had been spiked or hit his head and didn't remember. Edward had been beaming, brighter than Izzy had ever seen him, even since Stede fucking Bonnet. And you had been smiling, you looked good, much better than he had felt the last few months. He couldn't control the rage he felt at the thought that you had been just fine while he and Edward mourned your loss.

"I'm back now, for good. I promise," you would tell him that as much as he needed to hear it, and you would mean it every time.

"I'll fucking kill you if you pull something like that again," Izzy warned, his voice rough.

"I'll hold you to that." The thing was, if you ever hurt either of them again, you would probably let him kill you if that would be want made things better. Izzy wasn't the only one who sometimes took loyalty too far.

Back in the captain's cabin, Edward was trying to explain everything to Stede. Retelling your life stories, not leaving your part out of the stories anymore, explaining how you went missing and how it impacted them. How Izzy could be a hard-ass but he really thought Stede would start to warm up to him now that you were back, Izzy had really been on a downwards spiral since you went missing. Both because of your loss and because of Edward's own decline. He promised Stede that he would love you but that he probably wouldn't be seeing you again until sometime the next day, likely after noon.

When Stede had asked why that would be the case, Edward just laughed and explained that you and Izzy would be doing a lot of arguing and making up for a while.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd x reader

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honeyskullz · 8 months

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PREDICTIONS FOR OMFD S2

THERE’LL BE SPOILERS IN THIS

So Ep3 ends off with the reunion (beautiful parallel) but in the trailer it’s sort of implied that they’ll separate and reunite (again) later on (I feel it’s implied in the “we’re shipmates” “former shipmates” scene). So my guess is that for ep 4 Ed is gonna insist that he leaves the revenge and goes off by himself to “find himself” (i.e. do some soul searching on who Blackbeard and Ed Teach really are). I also think he’s gonna leave because he still feels betrayed/hurt by Stede and can’t really be around him rn. BUT I also think that another part of him will leave because he feels like he doesn’t deserve Stede. He hurt Stede’s crew/friends/family, how could Stede ever forgive him for that? Additionally, he probably feels like he’s a poison now since that’s what his crew/the revenge crew told him (and tried to kill him over). So he thinks that if he and Stede were together he’d just end up poisoning him too. So In summary I think Ed is gonna go off on his own to work on himself and actually try to be better. BUT WAIT IM NOT FINISHED cuz obviously [Izzy Voice] Stede Fucking Bonnet isn’t gonna let that slide. Stede is persistent and is gonna want Ed to know that he doesn’t have to be alone, and that even though Ed did horrible things he forgives him for it and still loves him, and that he thinks despite both of their flaws, they can make it work. I think Stede will initially give Ed his space but he’ll let him know that he’s not giving up on him and that he’ll always be there for him; and I think they probably run into each other accidentally as opposed to Stede outwardly looking for him this time, but I think Stede will take that opportunity to try and convince Ed to come back.

This is just my silly little prediction and I can’t wait til next Thursday to see if I’m even vaguely right <3

#spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ed teach #stede bonnet

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the-moon-loves-the-sea · 2 years

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Omg if you have the time & energy, would you share some more fic recs?

Yes! With joy!

Liquid Gold by @perkynurples (Stede/Ed, 27k, WIP, M, modern beekeeping AU, friends to lovers). I ADORE the crew in this. I love the little town and the gentle steps toward courage they all take. I wholeheartedly needed Stede and Ed chasing the memory of mothers' kindness away from the specter of their fathers' failures and into each other's arms.

"Stede Bonnet, recently divorced, returns to the town he once knew. He's got the old house, he's got the bees, and he's going to be(e) happy if it's the last thing he does. (Stede is a bit miserable no matter how hard he tries.) Ed Teach is known as the beekeeper in town, always meticulous, always gentle, never too bothered with rules, or protective gear. (Ed is also, no matter how hard he tries, a bit bored.)"

whole, holy by @queerspacepunk (Stede/Ed, 3k, T, post-canon, re-establishing the relationship). Gorgeous little character study, sweetest freedom-finding for them both.

"Ed's as precious, by Stede's accounting, as the priceless tea cup in his hands, and, on Stede's insisting, just as set apart."

And What Obscured in This Fair Volume Lies (Stede/Ed, 11k, E, post-canon, regaining trust, first time). Featuring honest, tender, careful romancing and a brilliant background return of the Revenge theater troupe.

"After Stede reads William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet to the crew, they decide that tragedies are bullshit and decide to put on their own production of the famous play. Meanwhile, Ed and Stede slowly find their way back to each other."

Under the Weather (Stede/Ed, 10k, E, sickfic, getting together). Gentlest domestic caretaking and a simple discovery of love.

"Sickness sweeps through the crew of the Revenge. Stede introduces Ed to his favorite self-care remedies for dealing with a cold."

Buttercup by @mia-ugly (Stede/Ed, 13k, E, post-canon post-reunion getting together, love confession, learning intimate communication). Devastatingly tender, fragile at first and building to so much trust and love between them.

"When you're Blackbeard you've got a reputation to uphold. And you let it slide, the things people assume. You don't want to talk about it."

forgive & forget (Stede/Ed, 9k, WIP, unrated but T so far, amnesia, post-canon reunion). Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, fantastic writing. Stede's courage and Ed's heartbroken gentle fierceness is ruining me. And Lucius is a DELIGHT.

"An unlucky twist of fate leaves Stede with a head injury that wipes the last months of his life clean. Unable to remember leaving his family in the first place, exiled by his wife for sins he doesn’t remember committing, Stede has absolutely nothing to his name. He doesn’t make it far before he’s captured by the dread pirate Blackbeard himself, who seems to hold the missing piece of the puzzle that Stede’s life has become."

In Favor with Their Stars by @mxmollusca (Stede/Ed, 37k, M, scifi AU, canon arc aboard a spaceship). Extraordinary study of personhood and love, incredible use of its central concept. Stede's coming-to-consciousness as an AI, falling in love with Ed as he falls in love with life, parallels Stede's in-show coming-awake in a way that makes me cry. Their unconventional communication makes them so intuitively close. And Ed's sudden blooming in the liminal space of care and possibility Stede creates for them is exquisite.

"Ed is an engineer aboard the Revenge, an interplanetary research vessel on a multi-year mission. An accident wakens Ed from cryostasis months early, and his only companion is STE/DE, the ship's onboard AI. They develop an unconventional friendship, but is it possible to have more?"

Just a few of the gorgeous ones I've read recently, or gone back to. You're all exceptional gifts.

#fic rec #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #our flag means death #asks #nonny #exceptional fic

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keys2thefalcon · 9 months

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It Happened One Mission

For @hanleiacelebration

Prompt: Anniversary

His legs were longer and could usually outrun her. But it had been crazy getting out then through the terminal and it was easier for her to dart around things. He lost sight of her a couple times but then she’d pop up a few feet away. It pissed him off a bit that she never seemed too concerned about keeping an eye on him but that was the Princess. She only had eyes for the Rebellion.

Han watched Leia dash inside the small transport then almost tripped over an old woman struggling with her bag. He somehow managed to not fall down, or knock the woman over, or swear too loudly at her. She was flustered, rattling on about getting to her daughter’s, the wheels on her bag were broken, she was going to miss her transport.

“Where?” He was shouting, which he knew probably wouldn’t help but the station was busy and he didn’t have much time.

“Where is my daughter?” The old lady looked around her and Han wondered if this was a dementia thing. “She’s on Capra. That’s where I’m going.”

“Your transport! Where’s your damn transport?”

She pointed to the ship maybe fifty feet away. Han grabbed the woman’s bag and ran inside. He shoved the bag on the luggage rack above an empty seat then raced back out. He heard a faint thank you but didn’t look back. He slid inside his own transport just as the doors closed and locked behind him.

Han took a few seconds to collect himself. Catch his breath. The car was crowded and loud and all seemed to know each other. They were talking, yelling across the seats, already sharing snacks and drinks, and taking up too damn much space in Han’s opinion.

He looked around but didn’t spot her right away. She was too short to be seen over the high seats anyway and likely tucked low to stay hidden. He moved down the aisle, keeping an eye out for her short wig and hat that she insisted on calling a bonnet just to bug him.

She’d been getting on his nerves non-stop this mission. It was supposed to be a quick job, in and out, but she kept coming up with detours. She told him he could mind his own business, find a card game or cheap cantina to entertain himself, but she had things to do. She wanted to see the training facility for herself, get some holos, and that led them to the vehicle pool. It was his idea to talk to the mechanics and that got them to the distribution centre where everything went to hell. They got out without too much blaster fire and only a few guards on their tail but it was one more time his life ended up on the line for some holos and a datachip. The pay, if there was any, was shit and there was definitely no glory. The Princess barely said thank you most of the time. Acted like he was the one who owed her something.

Two women, looked like a mother and daughter, were turned around in their seats with arms crossed on top. They were both talking and laughing and reminded Han of an advert. Probably selling insurance or housewares. Some over-the-top display of what a happy family was supposed to look like.

“This isn’t even all of us!” The mother’s voice carried over the rest of the noise which was kind of remarkable. “I have two brothers and their families coming in from Westlin.”

“And plenty we aren’t actually related to.” The daughter wasn’t as loud but just as enthusiastic. “They’ve collected a lot of people over the years.”

Han would’ve walked right past if she hadn’t answered them.

“I almost wish I could come with you. It sounds like a wonderful reunion.”

Leia wasn’t wearing the hat anymore, probably shoved in her bag, and had on a different jacket. She was sitting forward, practically on the edge of her seat. Her cheeks were still lightly flushed from their run. The adrenaline rush of making it out with all their info intact.

He plopped down in the seat beside her and expected to see a scowl. She’d been pissed at him for taking the nearest—and best option in that moment—exit out of the control room and setting off an alarm. Called him every insult she could muster while racing down the stairs. Said she was done with his idiotic schemes. But when she turned to look at him as he sat down, her eyes were bright. He might have said she looked happy if he didn’t know better.

“You made it. Thought I’d finally lost you for good.”

It was a jab but she was smiling.

“Gabbi, do you have the tickets?” A man called from across the aisle. He was rummaging through a bag and looking stressed.

“Duty calls.” The mother laughed and turned away. “Yes, husband dear. Everything is in order.”

More people got involved in the discussion. It was bizarre. Jokes and comments came all over. Everyone seemed to know the husband would have a moment of panic and Gabbi would have it all under control. Even the husband was laughing. Didn’t mind the ribbing. Agreed that he shouldn’t have doubted his wife’s organizational skills. Han tried to take it all in. Who the hell were these people?

“It’s their sixtieth wedding anniversary.”

He turned to Leia and she snickered at his obvious look of confusion. She leaned forward, over his lap, and pointed a few rows ahead.

“Up there.” The only thing visible was an elbow on an arm rest. “Gabbi’s parents. They are all going to Bercolt because that’s where they got married. All the kids, grandkids, friends.”

Leia sat back in her seat, resting her hands in her lap.

“Sounds exhausting.” He leaned back, resting his head against the seat. This flight already felt too long.

“Does everything have to be a problem with you?” She sounded frustrated. “Is it so hard to believe that a group of people like each other and want to spend time together?”

“Yeah.” He looked at her with full sneer disguised as a smile. “Fifty says there’s a fight before we land. Hundred it’s a fist fight.”

“You’re on.” She held out a hand to shake on it. She didn’t normally accept his bets so he was a little thrown off. “I will expect payment in full when we arrive.”

“Sure, sister.” He shook her hand. “Don’t worry. I pay my debts faster than your accountants.”

“Hmmm.” She raised an eyebrow. “I know of at least one Hutt who might disagree with that statement.”

The announcement to buckle in as the transport made the jump to lightspeed prevented him from responding but that was just as well. He couldn’t really argue with her point about Jabba.

They had a few hours flight and Han realized he didn’t have much to keep him occupied. Just sitting wasn’t going to cut it.

He felt the exhaustion catching up with him. They should’ve been on the Falcon but the stabilizers started acting up so they landed on Bercolt for repairs. Leia was furious. She ranted about his hunk of junk bucket of bolts ship and why did she ever think the Falcon would get the job done. Han was just as mad—at his damn ship for falling apart again—cos it felt like she was actually saying he was the one letting her down when he was doing every damn thing in his power to help—and spent as much time yelling as he did on repairs. When he and Chewie finally admitted they needed a new part, Leia announced she would take the transport on her own. That brought on more arguing but they ended up on the transport together. He was too wired, too aware that anything could go wrong, to get any sleep on that leg. Leia, however, conked out almost as soon as they hit hyperspace. Her head resting against his shoulder almost the entire way.

It was the opposite now. She was talking to Gabbi and her daughter but Han didn’t catch much of the conversation. Something about Gabbi’s parents running a dry goods shop that didn’t hold Han’s interest. He was lazily staring at her jacket. Finally noticed she hadn’t change jackets but turned hers inside out. Smart. Probably had that worked out earlier. Knew it was an option. Leia liked to know the options. Knew how to think on her feet. And looked good doing it. The jacket looked good on her. The exposed lining. It was a light blue and looked soft. So soft. Probably as soft as something. There was something he couldn’t quite name. Tip on his tongue.

“Honey cake?”

Han’s eyes shot open and he was set to knock the guy down if Leia didn’t grab his arm. The man leaning over Han was a lot older than Gabbi’s husband, probably in his eighties. He held out the container with honey cake, urging Leia to take a piece.

“My wife makes it. The best you’ll ever try.”

“Thank you.” Leia was cheery as she took some. Gave Han a quick nod to take his own. “It smells delicious.”

Han shook his head. First at Leia then the old man. He knew his eyes were probably a bit too wide but he’d been in a deep sleep only seconds earlier. This was a lot to take in all at once if he was expected to sit still and not rush at this man to get him the fuck away. Han didn’t like anyone standing so close.

The man walked off and Han turned back to Leia when he felt her move beside him. She rearranged herself in the seat, pulling her legs up and folding them beneath her. She cradled the cake in one hand.

“You were snoring.” She let out a soft laugh. “You look like you slept next to a magnet.”

He ran a hand over his head, thinking for some reason she meant his hair. He blinked a few times hoping to clear things up.

“How long was I out?” His voice was sounding rough.

“Maybe two hours.”

She broke off a piece of cake and put it in her mouth, careful not to lose a crumb. She always ate like that. Didn’t want anything to go to waste. Even when they were in the field and surviving on ration bars and meal replacement boxes. Slow and methodical. He watched her mouth for a few too many seconds.

“You missed a lot of juicy stuff. Gabbi and Harlon, that’s her daughter.” Leia nodded toward the seats in front of them. “They told me all about redecorating Harlon’s daughter’s room. Ruthy. That’s the daughter. Granddaughter. She’s sitting a few rows back with her father. All the cousins wanted to sit together so the fathers are back there pretending to keep watch. That’s how Gabbi described it. Pretending. Ruthy came up here a few times. She’s maybe seven and very cute.”

How or why was Leia still so energized? Didn’t she have a report to write? Plan some mission that would eventually get him killed?

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

Leia’s face fell very briefly but she put another piece of cake in her mouth and shrugged.

“Why do you insist on being such an ass?”

What the hell did that mean? She’d been tense before. Upset. Worried about the

mission than pissed when they ran into trouble. He was checking in on her and she snapped at him.

“Guess some people just bring it out in me.”

That got the reaction he was after though it wasn’t as satisfying as he hoped. She spun in her seat to face forward dropping her feet to the floor. She took a few obvious and deep breaths. Han waited for the comeback. The back and forth that fueled most of their interactions.

“I’m not falling for this time.” Leia put her hands in her lap again. “What about being surrounded by a happy, multi-generational family celebrating love and sharing honey-cake could put you in such a foul mood?”

“Never trust a happy crowd. All this talking and moving around is distraction. You should be checking your pockets instead of giving me a hard time.”

“I am not giving you a hard time.” She narrowed her eyes at him when she realized she almost took the bait. “No one in this car is a thief. Other than you, of course.”

“What the hell you done with the Princess? Two years straight, all I hear from you is the Rebellion. It’s the only thing that matters, all you want to think about, the only thing worth your time. Now suddenly it’s all baked goods and true love?”

“First of all, you know better than anyone that I do on occasion think about other things.”

A corner of her mouth went up in a half-smile and he felt caught. Yeah, he knew she had plenty else to say when she wanted but admitting that wasn’t going to help him make his point. He was losing sight of that point but felt certain he had one.

“It was a good day.” She turned in her seat. Rested her head against the seat while looking at him. “Things veered a bit off course but we got more than we anticipated. Information we can use. Information we desperately need. Take the day as a win, Han. It might be awhile before the next one.”

He felt wide awake. Ready for something. Another thing he couldn’t name.

“Do you know what you need?” She sat up again and Han knew he should probably be nervous. Alarm bells should be going off. “You need to learn more about Ruthy’s sticker collection.”

She leaned over him and called for Ruthy.

“More? Do I know anything about Ruthy’s sticker collection?”

“Trust me.” Leia was still leaning over him, waving down the aisle. “Once you know anything about the collection, you’ll never forget it.”

Han felt almost paralyzed at first and it didn’t help that Leia couldn’t stop laughing beside him. Ruthy stood in the aisle and rested the book on his lap. She went through every page and described every sticker in detail. It was a blur of names and storylines and superpowers he didn’t understand until he started asking questions. It still didn’t quite make sense after that but it was a hell of a lot more fun.

Ruthy’s stickers led to her older brother coming by to talk sports and his favourite team. Their little brother was, well, Han had no idea how old he was other than young. Not great at walking and didn’t say much. Gabbi spent a lot of time watching him. Called him her little bantha bear, which made no sense but Han could see the appeal.

Leia asked everyone questions. She might’ve been working recruitment but he was pretty sure she was just curious. She wanted to learn everything about these people in the time they had. She laughed at their stories. Listened and absorbed and stored them all.

Han looked up when he heard a loud clearing of a throat. The old man stood at the front and raised both his arms. Han watched as the man waited until everyone, including the non-family members in the car, quieted down and looked at him. There were a couple of giggles and someone clapped. Han exchanged a quick glance with Leia. She looked more curious than his perplexed.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.” The man’s singing voice was full and strong. Rich. “I'm half-crazy all for the love of you.”

Someone clapped and someone else let out a whoop.

“It won't be a stylish marriage. I can't afford a carriage.” He stretched his arms out wide and looked down at his wife. “But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a speeder bike built for two.”

The entire car burst into applause. Han looked over at Leia, sitting on the edge of her seat again and clapping. She was tearing up but looked happy.

“We will go tandem as man and wife.” The man helped his wife stand then draped an arm over her shoulder. “Peddling away down the road of life.”

Han didn’t exactly know what to do. He’d been in plenty of cantinas when beings started singing, usually very drunk and likely right before a brawl broke out. He wasn’t sure how he should react and if he should find cover for him and Leia in case things got messy. The old man continued to sing while he and his wife swayed. She rested a hand on his chest and laughed.

When the verse was done, Han turned back to Leia with a what the fuck just happened look but then a dozen people or more started singing the chorus. Back to Daisy and the speeder bike built for two. This time, everyone was swaying in their seats, including Leia.

A different guy, maybe a few years younger than Han, stood up. He was sitting far back in the car and Han thought he was with a different group but it was hard to tell. He jumped right into the next verse. Something about dark roads and bright lights in the dazzling eyes. That was the only part of the song that Han really understood. The young guy finished up, there was more cheering, then the chorus. More people were singing, filling the space with dozens of voices.

“How does everyone know this song?” Han stretched around his seat to look behind him. It was verging on rowdy but there was no brawl in sight. This was obviously something the family did often enough, including roping in strangers. He turned back to Leia. “You know this song?”

She could’ve rolled her eyes and said, Of course. Made a crack about everyone knowing this song. But instead she smiled and tilted her head. She nodded a few times and laughed, and when the chorus started up again she sang along.

Everyone was in on it now. He knew if he scanned the car, the old man would be at the front with his wife, her hand still on his chest, both of them swaying. Gabbi would be holding her grandson. Her husband would be standing at his seat, waving his arms like a conductor. But Han didn’t look around, didn’t scan the car. He kept his eyes locked on Leia.

There were still tears, welling up but refusing to drop. Her cheeks were getting that rosy tinge again. Not from running or adrenaline but taking in everything thing in the room. The happiness these people felt being together. And then he felt it. It was coming from her not the room. He wasn’t going to call it happiness cos that seemed like a leap and joy wasn’t a thing he acknowledged but he did wonder for a second what a bursting heart might feel like.

“You'll take the lead in each trip we take.”

Her voice was unexpected. Rich and full and haunting. Leia speaking could drive him mental, in good and bad ways, and he’d imagined sounds she might make in bed more than a few times. Singing, though. Her singing voice could crack a guy wide open. It felt like an invitation. A promise. The unimaginable.

“Then if I don't do well, I will permit you to use the brake.”

Her hand brushed against his. He moved his fingers to wrap around hers but she pulled away too quickly.

“My beautiful little Daisy Bell.”

Leia’s face went bright red as everyone cheered. Han clapped along with them. Whistled a few times and called out, “Nice, Sweetheart!” She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment and collapsed against the back of her seat as the crowd sang the final round of the chorus.

She didn’t sing along. The almost-tears were gone and her blush was starting to fade. Han twisted in his seat so he was facing her, shielding her from view. He reached out and pushed the bangs back, repositioning her wig that was slightly askew. She didn’t dart away when his fingers gently caressed her temple.

The song was done and Han could hear laughter, one of the kids let out a happy shriek, chatter as everyone settled back down. Leia sat up straighter and cleared her throat. She was trying to restore order. Probably planned on getting back to preparing her report and making plans for when they landed on Bercolt. Han chuckled and she raised an eyebrow, wondering what he thought was so funny.

He knew better than to admit what was on his mind. He shrugged instead. Repositioned himself in his seat. Gave her a bit of space so they could continue to enjoy this moment. Each other.

She could go back to her work and plans. Slip back into their arguments and insults. Do whatever she thought was needed to return to the normal they’d been living for two years. It was all fine with Han cos he knew the truth. There was no going back after this one.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49340953

#hanleiaweek2023 #hanleiacelebration #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #day 1: anniversary #it happened one night #more info on ao3 #terrible at titles #was going to write a song for a sing-a-long #i am NOT a songwriter #everythingisanexperiment #hanleia #han x leia

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mcondance · 10 months

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i feel like fontaine would tear you up with your bonnet and family reunion t-shirt on but i’m thinking of what his reaction would be to the reader in lingerie 👁️

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he definitely is like a bonnet and one of his shirts?? just gon head bend over don’t even play. but i think if you got some lingerie and it was his favorite color or favorite style on you he would like it. he thinks you look pretty in anything you put on so 🤷🏾‍♀️

#₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌:#😇

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ourflagmeansdeath-kinkmeme · 6 months

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Stede/Ed/Izzy, Izzy + Mary & the kids — Stede's old family gets along with Izzy more than him

Set months after the reunion and the three of them getting together, Stede decides it's time for Ed and Izzy to meet his old family. He's been sharing letters with Mary and his kids and they're interested in meeting his 'boyfriends'.

Ed's as charming as ever and is is quick to befriend Mary, Doug, and the children. Izzy however, to everyone's surprise, is turning out to be the favorite. He and Mary get along like a house on fire (and share many anecdotes of Stede fucking Bonnet), Doug enjoys Izzy's eye for detail and practicality, and the kids are enamored with this gruff little man who's blunt with his words but just as gentle in action (who also stabbed their once absentee father that one time).

Ed finds it endearing, knowing that Izzy is charming and friendly when he feels comfortable. Stede is obviously happy to see his loved ones get along. Of course! Except that he feels envious of Izzy's rapport with his family, that both his children are more excited to have Izzy's attention than his. That Mary seems to gravitate to Izzy more.

Without meaning to, Stede lashes out at Izzy. Things are said, feelings are hurt, and Ed's not letting anyone back on the ship until they sort this out.

+ Inspired by all the uncle!Izzy fanworks out there. + Mary and/or the kids may get along with/relate to Izzy more but it doesn't diminish their own affections for Ed and Stede! + Ed's holding their collective single braincell.

Fill: None

#C: Edward Teach | Blackbeard #C: Israel “Izzy” Hands #C: Stede Bonnet #C: Mary Bonnet #C: Alma Bonnet #C: Louis Bonnet #P: Edward Teach | Blackbeard x Stede Bonnet x Israel “Izzy” Hands #T: Jealousy #T: Talk It Through As A Crew #Fill: None

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nickgoesinsane · 11 months

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Ok so like I know what durags n stuff are but what exactly are bonnets besides the little baby hat thing

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Lmfao, yk shower caps? They kinda look like that but made of silk or satin. They’re worn to bed to protect your hair from breakage and friction against the pillow when you sleep. I'm ashamed to say I only recently started using them (and properly caring for my hair) since my mama is white and basically killed my curls for years because they were hard to take care of. (She’s apologized profusely and still gets side eyed by my black family members at reunions.)

Anyway, here’s a picture of a bonnet for reference (got it from Google rq):

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#🍽️ anon !#i got my natural hair texture back during quarantine

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adzeisval · 6 months

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Thoughts on rewatching OFMD s2 episode 8, we've reached the finale!

Poor Ed and his disastrous career as a fisherman.

When we first see Ricky he's cleaning his gun, the one he uses later to kill Izzy. Ricky is such an ass. Poor Swede having to be the taster. Eww, nose jar.

Zheng letting the Brits fight Stede for a bit before jumping in is funny. I love Zheng.

Ed coming out of the sea, fully dressed in leathers. Awesome but not practical. Very Ed.

Izzy's Pinocchio comment is great. Izzy playing with candles as usual. Izzy's lovely belonging speech.

"You wrote me a lovely letter!" Followed by Ed and Stede's beach reunion, so cute.

"Hey guys! Guys! Fuuuck!!!!!!" I love Zheng so much.

Lucius doesn't want to give up his pants to the escape effort.

"Rancid syphilitic cunt." Still the best insult ever.

Everyone falling over dead as Spanish Jackie laughs. Everyone is poison trained. What a nut. Love her.

Stede's been wanting a plan this whole episode and now he gets to make one quickly followed by everyone thinking it's going to get them all killed. They all look so badass going off to their deaths, luckily the plan works out for most of them, which brings me to...

Izzy getting shot. I love the understated reaction. Just a slight stumble and grunt. Easy to hide for a bit.

Jim throwing knives from the tree is so awesome. Someone refereed to Jim as a deranged squirrel and I love it.

The acting in the death scene kills me every time. Taika and Con really gave it their all and it turned out beautiful.

"Great Bonnet's in charge, I'm definitely fucked." Gotta get one last dig in at Stede.

Izzy frantically getting Ed to stop poking around the wound and to just sit with him. Izzy being open and able to to have Ed hold him in front of the whole crew.

"I'm not going anywhere." Kills me every time.

I love the fact that they both apologize. They're both sorry, its important to both of them that they part on good terms.

"I wanna go." Said so quietly, just for Ed to hear. Then shortly after "Ed you're surrounded by family." Loud enough for everyone to hear because they're Izzy's family too. Izzy wants to make sure that Ed's going to be alright.

"There he is." Perfect call back. Then Izzy's bloody hand getting tangled in Ed's hair.

I like the funeral, Roach flipping off the grave marker is sad/funny.

"Bye Izzy" kills me every time as well.

Zheng proposing they team up and Stede being a dork are awesome.

So sweet that Black Pete and Lucius get married and Ed looks like he wants that to be him and Stede someday.

Ed and Stede watching the crew sail off as they all start their new adventures, full of hope. And the lovely last shot of Buttons landing on Izzy's grave.

I really do love this show.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #zheng yi sao

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emberapatow · 9 months

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Jemma and Ember try to recreate one of Jemma's favorite dishes and chat ft. @ijemmaokafor

Jemma:

-finding Ember in the kitchen, Jemma stops by- Hey hon, I’ve got that recipe if you wanna run through what we’ve got on hand for it.

Ember:

Yes, I would love to! Come on, by now I've memorized basically everything we've got in our storage, so it should be easy to figure out if it is possible.

Jemma:

Nice thing is, it’s pretty versatile. My gramma always made it with goat meat, but chicken works, too. Or just veggies, if that’s what’s on hand. The key is the peppers, so…what kinda do we have on hand?

Ember:

We don't have the biggest variety, but there are some choices. There are bell peppers, mostly red, but there are some green too. Jalapeno though they are not as hot as I'd prefer, but I think it's best for a lot of people. And black and white peppers for seasoning, mostly whole. Is it more of a sweet or savory soup?

Jemma:

-as Ember pointed out each type of pepper in the pantry, she collected them up- Well I think we can make do. Probably best we don't use scotch bonnets anyway...soup made in bulk like this, I don't think most folks can handle the real real spice. spotting bullion cubes, she grabs a couple It's a savory soup, mostly. The real authentic stuff uses these seed pods that are kinda like black peppercorns, but they have a fruitier kind of aroma. Doesn't quite make it sweet...ours will have to be savory.

Ember:

Yeah, they probably cannot handle the heat. At this point I know how to cook without heat intentionally, but when I started learning to cook, that was kind of a struggle, everything just turned out hot. -she nodded and started picking up spices and veggies for the base and placing them on the kitchen counter- Savory it is. I'm assuming onion, garlic, salt is needed? Wish we could do the authentic version, but but black peppercorns it is. You said your grandma used to make this, right?

Jemma:

Onions and salt yes, garlic...I don't know, keep it out just in case. I don't remember gramma using it, but we'll taste along the way and see if it helps since we're ad-libbing anyway. Her family was from Lagos, West Nigerians go heavy on the spice, and this was about as versatile as keeping a bottle of tabasco on the table. You can eat it by itself, add rice or yams. The trick is how you prep the peppers.

-remembering a last minute addition- NUTMEG. Do we have any nutmeg??

Ember:

-thinks for a moment- Hold on, there should be some... -reached at the back of one of the shelves and pulled out a smaller baggie, grinning at Jemma- HA, victory! Yes, we absolutely have nutmeg. Alright, which of the peppers are we using? Cause the prep on them heavily depend on it. Have you ever been to Lagos, by the way?

Jemma:

Twice! A cousin got married and they turned it into a big family reunion. And then I went again when I studied abroad. -considering the ingredients in front of her- Let's do the red peppers and the jalapeños. I know they're supposed to be roasted before they're stewed in the soup. And to save one pepper that gets sliced as a fresh garnish. But that's about the extent of what I know.

Ember:

You studied abroad? That sounds really cool. What kind of places have you seen during it? -nodded- That was my assumption. And then cook it up with stock from the bullion, the chicken - oh, we have chicken, we can use that, I forgot to say. Do you wanna help or do you just wanna watch? I'm good with either version, I like figuring things out. -she already put her hair up into a ponytail and started to work on the prep work-

Jemma:

I needed an international law credit and I'd always wanted to see more of my grandparents' home, so I signed up for a six-week trip across West Africa. Lagos was just one of the stops, but I got to see family while I was there. As for helping out...I can chop onions?

Ember:

I know I said this before, but that's really cool. Did you have a favorite spot, or something that was outstanding you've seen that stuck with you? -she got the onions with a knife for Jemma- There you go, can you do small dices? Just make sure not to cut the tip of your finger off. I saw that once, and it's not fun.

Jemma:

The whole city was pretty dazzling. There was a conservation center with this canopy walk though…wish I had pictures to share, that place was amazing. What about you? What’s the coolest place you’ve ever been?

Ember:

Makes you think about the old days, when they printed out all the photos a couple of decades ago, right? For me it was Mexico for sure. The only time I've been outside of the country, but I'll never forget it. My abuelita grew up near San Cristobal. Walking through the streets there just felt magical.

Jemma:

I've never been to Mexico...but some of my favorite actors and directors were from there. I always figured it must be beautiful to inspire so much art. -she stays quiet for a moment, considering the woman before her, and just how enthusiastically she's thrown herself into this community- Y'know, forgive me if this is presumptive--working in the kitchens like you do is so crucial, and you're already totally pulling your weight. But is there anything else around town you might want to do? I'm always trying to keep an eye out for folks who have a kind of...community spirit about them? That makes it sound kinda corny, but do you know what I mean?

Ember:

That's... -chuckles- That's very kind of you, I was just trying to integrate. And feel like a human being again, if I'm being honest. But actually, now that you mentioned it, I did want to talk to you about something related to this. How much do you know about people having substance issues in Redwood?

Jemma:

I know there are a few who struggled with it in the before times. I’ve not seen it be an ongoing issue here, but we’ve got access to vices, and addiction’s a lifelong thing, so I could see it cropping up. Why, are you concerned about someone?

Ember:

-shook her head- No, I am not close enough with anyone to see it as something of a problem, I was just thinking-- do you think some sort of group meeting, something where people could talk about stuff like this, know there's some kind of support system there for them could be something this place could be interested in? I'm sure there are people from even before the outbreak with problems and then this environment makes people reach for these kinds of solutions easily

Jemma:

Kinda like an AA? Maybe not so much of the religious stuff -a lot of people's faith had been flipped upside down anyway- I think that could be good. We'll reserve the main room for it. Start with one get-together to gauge interest, then maybe schedule stuff from there?

Ember:

Yeah, see if people would be interested in it. -a pause- I know I'd be interested in it.

Jemma:

-she didn't want to pry right now, but the pause told her something important about her new friend- It's a really good idea. You tell me when you're ready to do it and we'll make it happen. I don't have any official experience with AA or NA, but I've helped folks in that world before, so I'd like to help where I can.

Ember:

I have no experience with any of it myself either. It all kind of happened right after the outbreak so I've never did anything like this before, but we can figure it out. And thank you, for your help with this, it means a lot.

#ijemma #ijemma 002

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