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Chapter 6: I Really Should Be Holding You
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Chapter 6: I Really Should Be Holding You
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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WIP Wednesday
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--- Ed's eyes snapped open, catching Izzy draining his drink and setting the glass on the table. “I’m going to make rounds with the crew, make sure no one other than Olu and Archie have fucked off. When do we leave, Captain?” “I want to stay until at least noon tomorrow,” Stede said as they both got to their feet. “It should allow for Jim to come by, say hello, let Archie and Olu pass on any farewells that need to be made.” “Then I will ensure everything is ready for departure by then.” They stared at each other for a really long time, not saying anything. Literally just staring at one another, which was fucking puzzling as shit. Then Izzy turned, pausing at the sofa and looking over at Ed. “Are you actually back?” “Yeah,” Ed replied sincerely. Izzy nodded, glancing over his shoulder toward Stede before meeting Ed’s eyes sternly. “You are not a fucking co-Captain. You don’t have authority on this ship. You answer to him, you do as he says, and I will back him in every single instance. If you do not, if you do anything to undermine his authority, I will do what is in my right as First Mate to set you straight. Do we have an understanding?” Ed nodded, appreciation washing over him. He stood up, offering Izzy his hand. “Thank you for taking care of him while I was gone,” he said sincerely. Izzy took his hand and clasped it instead of shaking. When Ed went to pull away, Izzy held it fast, making Ed look him in the eye. “You shouldn’t, ‘cause I didn’t do it for you,” He said meaningfully.
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No pressure tags for @elodiah, @westwardly, @lokisleftbranch, and anyone else. I know some of you are in between WIPs or rewriting.
I was trying to write the blind-date stizzy fic, but got stuck, then got the idea for this other short fic and I KNEW that if I didn't write it, I wouldn't manage to keep the first one going (that's me, I can't write two fics at the same time) so here it is, fluff and short sick fic:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 5: We Just Like to Party
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Happy Pride! Enjoy an early post of our ep 5 Stizzy moment.
Seven Sentence Sunday!
Because I can!
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“Well, it’s not unreasonable, Babe,” Edward said. “Captain Bonnet,” Izzy snapped out. “Yes, Mr. Hands?” Stede immediately turned to him. “No, Sir, I was not addressing you. I was telling Blackbeard to show you the proper respect you deserve,” He turned slowly to Edward, who gave him a puzzled frown. He was turned, though, with one hand resting on the table, the other draped over the back of his chair, so at least his hands weren’t on Stede anymore. “His name is Bonnet, Captain Bonnet, or the Gentleman Pirate. Not these endearments you keep slipping in like you can’t remember his fucking name.”
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No pressure tags (in case you didn't post, if you did and i missed it carry on) @elodiah, @westwardly, @lokisleftbranch, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @insomniaflarrow
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Chapter 3: I Want You, and That's So Terrifying
Summary: The Revenge is attacked, and someone gets hurt.
CW: Blood and injuries.
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Super late to the conceived s3, Episode 8 of Season 2 never happened party, but it's a start. The first two chapters are up! Will be updating at the very least every Saturday (EST).
Summary:
In the aftermath of the attack on the Republic of Pirates, the crew of the Revenge loots their way across the Atlantic, hoping to find Jim, who had gone to speak to Zheng Yi Sao on Oluwande's behalf. What they find is a strange rumor about the navy, and a price on Stede's head so long as he's brought in alive. Not that it would ever happen, not on Izzy's watch, anyway. It's hard to believe that they'd gone from enemies to friends in such a short time. They're practically a gentle breeze away from being lovers, if it weren't for Ed, and he isn't even on the ship anymore. Though Ed would be there, if he thought they were alive.
WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tags @elodiah, @westwardly, and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening
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“So, are you looking for a revenge outfit or a seduction outfit?” Lucius asked almost as soon as it was just them and John, the others venturing off elsewhere. Pete had decided to venture out with Fang and Roach, both of whom made a bit more of an effort to look less pirate-like, meaning that Lucius was on his own, so to speak. Frenchie had gone off to run a grift, though he was warned by Izzy vehemently to keep it tame. Oluwande and Archie had decided to stay on board, which Stede believed was likely to watch the horizon for signs of Zheng’s ship, though it was unlikely that they would see anything. “Why does it have to be one of those?” Stede asked as they wandered through the streets looking for the sort of shop that would sell something pre-made. “’Cause of Blackbeard?” John replied as if it were obvious. “We know he’s gonna be at this Flying Gang meetin’ you gotta return for. So you’re either trying to look fabulous to impress him, or-“ “Or show him you’ve moved on to, well, not bigger things, Izzy’s quite small.” “Why do you presume I have or want to move on at all?” Stede asked, cheeks heating up. Hopefully, the weather could allow him to pass it off as being caused by sun. Certainly not because he was thinking of Izzy from the night before, spread beneath him, grinning beautifully in a way that was so rarely seen on deck.