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kappamairi · 8 months
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BKDK Okaeri 2022 by KappaMairi 💕
It was a Twitter challenge I did last year where we had a theme for each day during a week in August. It's aged-up BKDK sweet moments in their daily lives ✨lots of training exercises for the muscles, nice cooking, and cuddles 🌸
Have a good day folks ✨
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artsyunderstudy · 2 years
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I kiss him back, and back, and back.
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sweetfairy1 · 8 months
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What is wrong with me?! I am a grown ass woman, who should be concentrating on work at the moment. And what do I do? Check every possible info about a south korean dating shows sweethearts, because I want them to be happily together in real life after the show ended.
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somethings-coming-up · 4 months
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STEDDYHANDS - SICK!IZZY FANFIC
Note: I really wasn't planning on just more OFMD fics and wanted to work on some OC stuff, but oops. TW: contains vomiting and a lot of language. Also there might be spelling errors, I typed this on Google Docs and it was being a little shit. I also work a graveyard office job and wrote this at like 4am so theres that too.
“I don't need the fucking tea. Leave me the fuck alone.” Izzy swatted away the herbal tea Roach had prepared for him and if looks could kill, the whole crew would have been slaughtered by now. 
Only Fang, who had known him the longest of them besides Blackbeard, had the courage to protest. He looked dejected and worried but stayed in his place beside Frenchie and Roach, his courage not strong enough to approach a fiesty Izzy. “Please let us help you? Please, Izzy? It's just… we already lost Ivan. I don't-” Fang looked down at his feet, but everyone knew what he wanted to say. I don't want to lose you too. 
It was barely noticeable, but Izzy’s expression softened--just a bit. “Fang, it's just a little fever. I ain't gonna die from it.” He looked off to the side, a slight snarl on his face. “But if it means that much to you, I'll drink the fucking tea.” Not so kindly, Izzy took the tea from Roach’s hand, taking a swig. He grimaced. “What the fuck is that?” he demanded.
“Medicine,” Roach explained like it was obvious. “For the fever and cough.”
“Thought you said it was fucking tea,” Izzy growled.
“The medicine is in the tea,” Fang told him. “You know, to help it go down.”
Izzy at this point, had enough of the gawking. There were eight pairs of eyes on him and that was eight too many. Just moments ago, Izzy had walked out of his quarters onto the deck, later than he usually did in the morning, and apparently his appearance gave him away that he felt like shit. Fang had approached him first, as Izzy leaned against the railing for support, which caught the attention of Lucius and Black Pete, and then Jim, Olu, Wee John, Frenchie, and Roach. Fang had done most of the mother henning, checking his forehead for a fever and apparently in the half-second he managed to make contact before Izzy swatted him away he was able to tell he felt warm. Izzy called bullshit, but it prompted Roach to bring back “tea” for him, and for everyone else to stand there like useless idiots just staring at him. “Okay, all of you, fuck off,” he demanded, but his sore throat prevented him from sounding as mean as he wanted to. He coughed wetly turning away from the crew and covering his mouth with his hand. He had to use the railing for support with his other. He felt a hand on his back and he didn’t care whose it was, he didn’t want it. He shrugged off the hand, stepping away from the offensive touch. “Leave me the fuck alone,” he said once he regained his breath. He turned around. It had been Lucius’ hand and it made him glare even more. 
“Is he always this mean when he's sick?” Lucius asked Fang. Like Izzy wasn't standing right fucking there. Izzy didn't say anything, but spit over the side of the rail. 
“Won't be long before he threatens to kill us all,” Fang answered. He turned his attention back to Izzy. He put his hand on his back and pat it lightly making Izzy glare at him. “But it's alright, Boss. We know you don't mean it. Gods, you just feel like hell, don't you? Probably didn't get too much sleep neither, aye?” 
Izzy ignored him, wordlessly handing him the cup of tea so he could fold his arms on the railing and rest his head on them. He didn't have the energy to brush off Fang at this point, and it was starting to become apparent it wouldn't make a difference. They couldn't care less he didn't want to be stared at or touched. This was a punishment. They were punishing him for being an asshole all this time and he supposed he deserved it. Either that, or his fever actually killed him last night and this was Hell. Izzy groaned at the thought. He didn't want to spend eternity with these losers, that would be miserable. Especially with them touching him and looking at him with pity. When Izzy’s stomach rolled, he blamed them. Their pity was literally making him fucking sick to his stomach. It wasn’t the fact that he had a sensitive stomach that acted up whenever he caught literally anything. Nope, it was them. He groaned again, and Fang’s hand continued to rub up and down his back.
“Stomach actin’ up, Boss?” Fang asked him. “His stomach always bothers him when he’s sick.” Izzy still had his head buried in his arms, but he could only imagine Fang addressed the crew with that statement, which was not appreciated in the slightest.
“Izzy the Spewer,” Lucius commented, but not in a mocking tone. It was more matter-of-fact, like the dumbass was proud he could put a simple two-and-two together. Izzy wanted to stab him. He did have his sword, and he could probably get him with it without even having to lift his head. Then again, his boss would probably be mad because it would upset his stupid boyfriend.
“Shut the fuck up,” Izzy said, but it didn’t come out as strong as he wanted to. Turns out, talking made his stomach feel worse, and he almost gagged at the end of his command. Almost. Shit, he really was going to puke in front of these idiots. He couldn’t do that, that would ruin whatever reputation he might have left. He took a few deep breaths, willing for his stomach to cooperate with him just this once.
“What are we all gathered ‘round here for?” No. Not him. Anyone but him. As if his stomach was just as repulsed by the sound of Stede Bonnet approaching, Izzy at that very second lifted his head, leaned over the side of the railing and puked up a mouthful of tea and water. He coughed and closed his eyes, pretending like the entire crew wasn’t there. He tried to go to his happy place, but that was impossible when he knew Stede Bonnet was right behind him. There’s no happy place in Hell, Izzy reminded himself. His stomach unfortunately wasn’t through with him either. He gagged unproductively twice, but the third retch brought up another mouthful of vomit. He wished he could do this a little quieter, spare him some of his dignity, but this was the way his stomach always was when it was upset--if it wanted something out, it would get it out, no matter how hard Izzy often had to work for it.
“Oh my,” he heard Stede say, and at this point Izzy just accepted that it would be easier to throw himself over the side of the ship than to kill them all. “Well this is no good.”
“What a stupid fucking-” Izzy’s comment was cut off by a dry heave that had him gripping the side of the ship tightly. He spit. “-thing to say.”
“Izzy’s sick,” Fang said, and Izzy wanted to roll his eyes. Stede was an idiot, but even an idiot could come to that conclusion themselves.
“Got a pretty bad fever,” Roach added.
“And it sounds like he’s drowning in his own fucking mucus,” Jim said.
“Looked like shit since first thing this morning,” was Lucius’ unhelpful contribution to the conversation.
“Oh, that won’t do at all,” Stede said, adding a soft tsk tsk tsk that made Izzy groan again. He didn’t want to be mothered by Bonnet. He would rather drown. He would rather be hanged. He would even rather lose his other leg. He heard the sound of heels clacking on the deck, and Izzy put his head in his arms again so he wouldn’t have to see Bonnet so much out of his peripheral vision as he approached him. He felt another hand on his back, joining Fang’s and this really was a punishment. Izzy suddenly wanted to apologize to all of them for being an asshole all the time. That they could do literally anything else to him that they wanted for payback, but not this. This was just… cruel. They were all hovering around him like worried twats, concern in their voices, pity in their eyes, and Izzy wanted to beg them to just let him walk the plank instead. His eyes welled up with tears, and he blamed it on his sinuses, his sore stomach, or literally everything else that wasn’t the whole crew focusing on him like this.
“Alright everyone,” Steve announced to the crew. “You all have jobs to do, your captain will take it from here. I’m sure Izzy doesn’t want an audience right now.”
Izzy heard the crew start to shuffle away, even Fang’s hand left his back. But Stede’s was still there, much to his displeasure. He wasn't sure what was worse--one Stede or the entire rest of the crew. It was a toss up, really. His stomach jolted again and he lifted his head up to spit over the side of the ship. Stede apparently took this as an invitation to do an assessment of his own. Stede pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, and then his cheek. The only reason Izzy didn't shove him away was because he was preoccupied with swallowing back dry heaves, and any motion wasn't going to help with that. 
“You do feel quite warm, Izzy,” Stede said. What a fucking genius. “Do you want me to get Ed?” 
Even the mention of the idea had Izzy retch up another mouthful of bile. Stede's hand moved to his waist, and he began stroking Izzy's side up and down, close to his belly. “No,” he wheezed once he started to get control over his body again. “I want you to fuck off. And Edward doesn't need to be bothered with this. I'm just gonna sleep this off in my own quarters if your highness is alright with that.” His stomach was finally calming down, but his chest rattled. He coughed harshly again and spat out pink-tinged phlegm over the side of the ship. 
Stede patted him on the back as he coughed. He let out a small sound of surprise when Izzy coughed up whatever was drowning his chest. “Oh, that doesn't look good at all.” Stede sounded genuinely concerned, and it pissed off Izzy even more. “Ed should know about this, he'd be rather upset if I didn't tell him you were so ill. But besides that, I would be much more comfortable if you slept somewhere where we can keep an eye on you.”
Izzy’s breath rattled as he retorted with a soft, “fuck off.” His chest didn’t just ache anymore, it burned. He put a hand to it and rubbed it. The fit had made him feel light-headed as well and he tightened his grip on the ship. His mouth tasted like metal, and he tried to push away thoughts of exactly what that meant. It was slowly dawning on him how ill he really was and he tried to supress the anxiety he felt. There was too much going on in his fevered, muddled brain and he swayed to the side, his grip loosening.
“I got you,” Stede said calmly. His tone had changed. He didn’t sound as arrogant or posh as he usually did. Izzy didn’t like it. “Shit, I’m gonna need some help here, Izzy. Okay?”
Izzy didn’t know what Stede was asking. Was he warning him that he’d have to get the others involved again? Was he asking him to help? If it was the latter, Stede was out of luck. Izzy was using what little strength he had left to keep himself from collapsing on the deck entirely. Then he heard Stede call out. He didn’t hear who he was calling out to. Then he couldn’t hear anything at all. His vision was swimming, his legs gave out completely, and the last thing he was even a little aware of was being slowly lowered to the floor. Then there was nothing.
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Izzy heard a moan. That was the first thing he was aware of again. The second thing he was aware of, was that it came from him. It was such a pitiful noise and he hated himself. He always hated himself a little, but he hated himself even more now for being so weak.
“Iz? Hey, Iz? Mate, you with me?”
Izzy opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. He cleared his throat and licked his lips before trying again. “Piss off,” he rasped. He didn’t know who he was saying it to, but it meant it all the same.
“Yeah, that’s you, alright.” Izzy did know that voice. He knew that voice better than any voice. He opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurred at first so he blinked a few times. Surely enough, Ed was leaning over him, and much to Izzy’s disgust, his brown eyes were full of concern. “Passed out on deck, you stupid fuck.” There was no malice or critcism in Ed’s voice, just concerned. Izzy felt ashamed all the same. “Why do you do that, Iz? Why do you push yourself like that every time?”
“I dunno,” Izzy answered with a weak shrug, closing his eyes again. He didn’t have the energy to psychoanalyze himself and really contemplate his obsessive need to feel in control at all times and never display weakness in front of others. His shitty childhood? His desire to please Blackbeard at all times? Pick one.
Ed sighed. “Scared the hell out of me, mate. I was in here when I heard Stede yell for me. Thought someone had been thrown overboard, he sounded so panicked. Then I come out and see you on the bloody floor.”
It occurred to me Stede didn’t know where here was. He opened his eyes again and surveyed the room. He took note of how soft the surface was beneath him. The stupid books. He felt nauseous again. “Why am I in the captain’s cabin?” he asked. “I have a fucking room.”
“Oh, darling, I think you need eyes on you right now.” Stede fucking Bonnet’s voice sounded from off to the side. Before he could sit up to glare at him, Stede moved and stood before him beside Ed next to the bed. Izzy wanted to kill that man, and he had a better reason now too, seeing as he was the only one to actually witness him fainting like a fucking pansy.
“Don’t darling me,” Izzy growled. “And I don’t need eyes on me. Fuck off.”
“Iz,” Ed began softly, but there was a trace of warning in his tone. “You blacked out a day ago. It’s not been pretty since. Been in and out the whole time, but I don’t think you were really with us.”
A day ago? It felt like just a few hours. And he had no recollection of being in at all. He sniffed pridefully. “Whatever, you could’ve let me do that on my own.”
Stede’s face turned into a slight grimace. “You needed help coughing up some… stuff. Roach says there is fluid built up in your lungs. He also said you don’t go from perfectly fine to this state overnight. Have you been feeling ill?”
Izzy had felt like shit the last couple of days, and planned on keeping it to himself but he supposed that was out the window now. “Puked last night--or I guess the night before. Thought maybe it was just the sea. Throat hurt a bit, and I guess-” he stopped himself. “Why am I even explaining myself to you? It’s not your fucking business.”
“Well, you made it my business when you collapsed on my deck,” Stede countered.
Izzy snarled and started to try to sit himself up. It was hard. “Fine. Drop me off on a fucking island or some shit, and I’ll do it there. If that’s what it takes for you people to leave me the fuck alone.”
He felt a gentle hand in his hair. It was Stede’s. He was about to push it off of him, when Stede’s hand brushed his sweaty hair back from his face and then gently caressed down his cheek. His thumb stroked his temple back and forth softly. Izzy felt a bit of the tension fade away, and he relaxed into the bed. “Just calm down,” Stede said calmly. “I know you have to be feeling dreadful right now, so just relax for once in your life. You don’t owe anyone an explanation, but goodness, I don’t know why you’re making this so hard for everyone--most of all yourself.”
Izzy didn’t have a retort. Stede’s hand felt nice. He would never say that out loud, but he didn’t protest either or push him off, which he supposed is why Stede continued. He didn’t always hate Stede. Sometimes Stede was the only one who was nice to him. He thought back to when he was spiraling after Blackbeard shot him and he lost his leg. He had been emotionally drowning at the front of the ship, on his own, and the only person who checked on him was Stede. Izzy hand’t been nice about it, so maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to act like such a bitch now. There was still this feeling deep down, an insecure stubbornnes--a defensiveness. One that always protected him--had his entire life. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t, and it’s what kept him from leaning into Stede’s touch or admitting that it was kind of nice to not be on his own right now.
“There you go, mate,” Ed said as he pat his leg. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but you’re doing a good job.”
Was he? Izzy still couldn’t let himself feel completely at ease. A small part of him wanted to run to the door and lock himself in his room by himself. Not that he’d be able to manage that in his current state, anyway. He sighed and closed his eyes again. “I don’t know why it’s so hard either,” he whispered. He never thought he’d admit something like that out loud and blamed it on his fever.
Stede kept stroking his hair. “You don’t owe us an explanation,” Stede repeated. “But it’s good you said something. Maybe that’s something we can work on, alright?”
Izzy just nodded. He kind of felt like he was going to cry, but hell would freeze over before he did that in front of Stede. Stede would probably just rub his back and stroke his head and tell him to let it out and that it was all going to be okay. Fucking disgusting. “Alright,” he said instead.
Stede smile and pulled his hand away, much to Izzy’s displeasure. He frowned, and Stede must’ve noticed. “Just give me a moment,” he said softly. Stede moved around the bed to the other side and slid in, lifting the blanket so he could get under the covers with Izzy. Izzy turned to glare at him, but instead he was met with Stede’s obnoxious, arrogant, knowing smile. “Come here,” he said, tone leaving no room for argument. He opened his arms and Izzy couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I really am in Hell,” he muttered to himself. He scooted closer to Stede, but still left a gap between them. It’s not that he was opposed to the idea, he just didn’t want Ed and Stede to know he wasn’t opposed to the idea. Stede got the hint, fucking mind reader, and closed the space between them. He wrapped his arms around Izzy and Izzy’s head sort of just naturally snuggled underneath his chin. It just fit there comfortably.
Stede began to stroke his hair again. “You gave me quite the fright yesterday. Well, not just me.”
“Yeah, yeah, Ed already guilt-tripped me about scaring the shit out of him.”
“Whole crew, mate,” Ed slipped into the bed too, on the other side of him. “They all told us to tell you to feel better. They were going to have Lucius write a get well card and all sign it but-”
“But they’re illiterate twats?” Izzy sniffed, trying to sound indifferent. “But that’s nice, I ‘spose. Thought that counts, and all that.”
Stede kissed the top of his head. “We’ll tell them thanks for you.”
“I didn’t fucking say that,” Izzy protested.
“We’ll tell them anyway,” Ed said. “But get some more rest, Iz. We’ll be here, alright? You’re not alone.”
Not alone, Izzy thought. The idea didn’t make him feel so anxious anymore. It made him feel… safe. He nuzzled into Stede’s neck because it was right there, so he might as well. He ignored the little “aww” that escaped Stede. Pushing your luck, Bonnet. He felt Ed’s arm wrap around his back and he closed his eyes. He didn’t know what it was going to be like once he was better, but he decided he would enjoy this for now. It was probably he most content he had ever felt.
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princesslocket · 9 months
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Another request from Amino only this time it's Gensaku
Believe it or not I've been dying to draw these two since 2019 but just never got around to making anything for them! 0o0
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awhitehead17 · 5 months
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First Meetings
TimKon, FirstPrince, Established Relationship, Friendship, Teasing, Soft Boyfriends, Crossover.
Summary: “Tim, how do you know the President’s son? I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”
Tim frowns, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and galas bearable for Tim.
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Tim sighs heavily into the champagne glass as he lifts it to his lips. “God I hate these things. They’re the worst,” following his comment he downs the rest of the alcohol in the glass in one gulp.
Next to him Kon snorts, choosing to sip at his glass instead. “Is that why you’ve brought me? To share your hatred of these things?”
“Sharing is caring Kon.” Tim mutters unhappily. He honestly be rather anywhere else but here.
Right now he could be in bed, buried underneath blankets watching crappy films and eating junk food or he could be with the team yelling at the screen as both Bart and Kon very obviously cheat at Mario Kart because they’re losing against he and Cassie. Even if it’s neither of those things, he could be curled up with Kon somewhere ignoring the world as the two of them exist in their own little bubble.
But no.
He’s here – thankfully with Kon – at a charity gala representing the Wayne name because Bruce couldn’t make it, Tim happened to pull the short straw against his siblings so he had to come in his stead. He brought Kon so he could suffer along with him, but also to keep him company. Mostly to suffer though. These things are never fun.
“You know what I hate…” Kon speaks up, when Tim glances at him he spots his boyfriend frowning in displeasure and tugging at his suit, “are these damn things. They’re monkey suits, they serve no practical use. I feel like a penguin, I waddle anytime I walk because I’m so restricted.”
Tim couldn’t help but snort at everything that is Kon. His facial expressions, his discomfort and his words. Breathing deeply Tim deposits his empty champagne glass on a nearby table before turning to Kon. Reaching up he slaps Kon's hands away from the suit and begins straightening out his lapels, correcting the damage Kon had caused to the fabric.
“Well, I think you look good. This colour suits you, and this particular name really helps defines your shoulders and physique. You’re just not used to wearing them Kon.”
With his words Tim couldn’t help but drag his hands up from Kon’s chest, where they stayed after he straightened out his lapels, and drag them across his shoulders, letting his fingers run along the seam and just press in enough so Kon could feel it. Tim looks up and meets Kon’s eyes, his boyfriend’s gaze having darkened as he stares back at Tim. Knowing exactly what he's doing, Tim blinks slowly, heatedly, and smirks and lets his hands trail down Kon’s side under the guise of straightening out his jacket.
A hot and heavy atmosphere fills the small space between them and being this close to his boyfriend Tim could see how affected by his actions Kon is becoming. His shortened breath, his fingers clenching tightly into the glass almost smashing it, his dilated pupils, and the extreme tension now seeping through his body as he works to restrain himself.
Tim loves it. He loves riling Kon up where his boyfriend can’t act on his desires.
There’s been plenty of times where it’s been the other way around, where Kon is the one riling Tim up to the point of no return. His boyfriend’s gotten rather good at using his TTK for things in a less professional manner, and he isn’t afraid to bring it out at the worst of times. Tim doesn't have to worry about that tonight, because tonight he’s calling the shots and they both know it.
Leaning in towards Kon, whispering into the space between them as he keeps their gazes locked together he says, “You may hate the suit but I certainly don’t. I can’t wait to get you out of it later on, piece by piece…”
At the end of his sentence a loud crack could be heard and Tim merely raises an eyebrow. They both glance down at the glass still in Kon’s hand only to find it now featuring a new spiderwebbed pattern on it which hadn’t been there when Kon first picked it up. Somehow it’s still in one piece but it definitely isn’t safe to use anymore. Tim lets out a low laugh and decides to pull away and backs up a step. He doesn't want to blow Kon’s fuse so soon after all.
“I might see if I can get another drink, I assume you would like another one?” Tim asks sounding as composed as he has been all night. He’s glad for his acting skills, admittedly they were originally for undercover work but they do come in handy during other times as well.
“Yeah. That would be great. Thanks.” Kon speaks through gritted teeth, his voice sounding strained.
He’s glaring at Tim now, both in the way which tells Tim his boyfriend currently hates his guts but also in a lustful way which Tim knows is going to result in them feeling satiated and satisfied by the end of the night. Unfazed Tim smiles sunnily at him.
Before he could make a move to find a waiter a new voice calls out to Tim which makes him freeze on the spot.
“Timmy-tam!”
With his back to the room Tim doesn't know who is calling him and he glances at Kon who flicks his gaze over Tim’s shoulder and back again only to shrug in response, telling Tim he has no idea who it is.
Feeling all the lust and playfulness leave his body, Tim turns around to find out who is approaching and immediately groans upon seeing and recognizing them.
“Who is it?” Kon asks curiously, any previous signs of heat and want have also left Kon, the interruption doing a good job of killing the mood.
Tim signs resignedly watching the man approach them. He looks up at his boyfriend. “That is Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the United States. And an absolute pain in the ass. God, I haven’t seen him in years. Think of Dick’s charm and Jason’s cockiness, put them together and that’s him.”
Kon makes a humming sound and suddenly seems to remember he currently has an almost shattered glass in his hand. He quickly deposits it on the table behind them. “Does he know?”
Kon doesn't have to elaborate what he means and Tim instantly shakes his head. “No he doesn’t.”
That’s all they have time for because Alex is suddenly there, grinning widely at them. “Tim, how you doin’ man?”
Despite his words to Kon, Tim does in fact like Alex, the guy is pretty laidback and has a wicked sense of humour. He smiles back and holds out a hand to him. “Hey Alex, it’s been years.”
Alex clasps his hand but before Tim could react the other man is tugging him in for quick hug before letting him go again.
“What are you doing here?” Alex asks with curiosity. His dark hair is curling artfully across his forehead and his suit is all pressed looking clean and proper; no one expects nothing less from the First Son.
Tim waves a hand flippantly. “I’m here in Bruce’s name, the old man couldn’t make it and I pulled the short straw to attend in his absence. Literally, pulled the short straw.”
“Ah, well it’s good to see you, we’ll have to catch up sometime properly, I know Nora would be thrilled to see you again.”
Tim is about to reply but gets distracted when a tall, blonde man comes up behind Alex and immediately grabs all of their attentions, especially Alex’s. He looks familiar but Tim can’t place who it is although he and Alex seem intimately familiar with one another if the lingering touches are anything to go by once the blonde hands Alex a champagne glass.
“I thought I would grab us another drink on my way back,” the blonde man says in lieu of greetings and Tim picks up on a distinctive British accent.
Alex positively beams and Tim works hard on containing his facial expression, he’s never seen Alex so smitten with someone before. “Thank you, I was beginning to get desperate. Oh!” He turns back to Tim and grabs the man’s hand to drag him closer. “Henry, this is Tim. Tim, this is His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales, also my boyfriend.”
To say Tim is shocked is putting it lightly. It would also explain the accent and why he looks somewhat familiar.
Before Tim gets a chance to reply - not that he knows what the correct response of greeting royalty is - Kon, who Tim had admittedly forgotten about until now, pipes up sounding unsure.
“Should we bow?”
A beat goes by and the silence is broken by Alex as he bursts out laughing, Tim facepalms, and Prince Henry’s expression becomes a mixture between amusement and embarrassment. He holds up his free hand with a smile. “There’s no need for that, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, Henry is fine.”
Getting over himself Tim shakes his hand and Kon follows suit afterwards. “Nice to meet you.”
So, Alex and a Prince of Wales huh… Tim would have never guessed that. It seems like they’ve both had rather life changing revelations during their time apart.
An elbow in his ribs breaks his thoughts and he rubs the sore spot and glares at his boyfriend. At Kon’s pointed look Tim realises his mistake. Not once, but twice, he’s forgotten about introducing Kon. Whoops.
Clearing his throat and taking a hold of Kon’s hand he finally introduces Kon to the other men. “This Conner Kent, my boyfriend. Kon this Alex and apparently his Prince of Wales boyfriend as you just heard.” Tim immediately rounds on Alex. “How on earth did that happen? You of all people!”
Alex looks affronted and places a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me Timmy-tam. I am an upstanding American Citizen, I have no idea what you are on about…”
Tim merely raises an eyebrow, a similar look Prince Henry is throwing him too, and after a couple seconds Alex deflates and drops the act. He leans in close to Tim and pretends to whisper behind his hand. “I have no idea either but I am not complaining!” Alex winks at his boyfriend and straightens back up. Prince Henry tries to hide his smile behind a sip of champagne but he isn’t fooling anyone.
Kon steps into the conversation looking as baffled as ever. It’s a cute look on him and Tim can’t help be reminded of the time Kon got confused when he accidently mixed up the chickens as he had been sorting them out in their pens on Kent Farm.
“Tim, how do you know the President’s son? That’s what I’m trying to currently wrap my head around… I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”
Tim frowns at his question, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, or Tim did until his mother passed away. Attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and any galas bearable for Tim.
Tim turns to Kon gesturing between himself and Alex. “We used to attend these kind of events when we were younger. I used to get dragged along with my parents and Alex and his sister would occasionally be at them too. Despite our age difference, it helped having another young person around at the dinners.”
Alex seems to be looking at him thoughtfully. He takes a sip of his drink before pointing at him teasingly. “You were such a well behaved kid I couldn’t understand it.”
As if a lightbulb had gone off inside Alex’s mind he lights up excited and grins menacingly. From that look alone Tim knew he was in trouble. The situations worsens when Kon takes a keen interest in whatever Alex is about to spill out of his mouth.
“So the first time we met – god about twelve years ago now – we were at an evening gala, my mother was there networking and working on her campaign long before her presidency. As kids, June and I of course had to entertain ourselves. I decided to run and hide from June and slid underneath a random table, it was covered in a white table cloth and was perfect for cover, only I wasn't the only one under there!”
Alex turns to Tim pointedly and sends him a grin, all Tim could do is roll his eyes in response. There’s no point in trying to stop the man from sharing the story, especially not when both Kon and Prince Henry seem invested in hearing it, so he keeps quiet and lets Alex tell it. Kon shoots him a curious gaze but it’s immediately turned back to Alex as he continues speaking.
“Under the table was baby Tim, no more than what, eight years old-“
“Seven.” Tim corrects him. Not that it makes much difference.
“- and he was crying. He was super upset about something. I completely forgot about June and it took me around twenty minutes to calm him down and to work out what was wrong.”
Simultaneously both Kon and Prince Henry send him a concerned yet sympathetic look and despite himself Tim felt himself blush. It’s stupid, this happened years ago.
At this point Alex seems to hesitate, he sends Tim a questioning look, and Tim shrugs in response, waving a hand to say, ‘you can tell them.’ As he said, it happened years ago Tim’s long gotten over what happened by now.
Alex turns to his boyfriend, grabbing his free hand Alex suddenly looks the most unkempt he has done all night so far.
“His parents had left him behind at the gala. They’d been gone for nearly an hour before I found Tim underneath the table.” He whispers, his tone laced with shock and disbelief.
The Prince’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open, his gaze darts between Tim and Alex clearly shocked at reveal. Kon on the other hand grabs Tim’s hand and squeezes it comfortingly, when Tim meets his gaze Kon is wearing an expression of understanding and sadness. After all his boyfriend knows how shitty his parents were when he was young, this honestly isn’t a surprise.
“What – what did you do? Did you call the police, child protective services, there must have been something you done. That - that is absolutely appalling.” Prince Henry stutters out. It says a lot about his character on how he sounds so protective for someone he only just met by hearing story from when were a child that occurred years ago.
Alex shakes his head, continuing on with the story. “No. Not long after I calmed Tim down June actually found us. I ended up coaxing Tim out from underneath the table with some tim-tams while June went and got mom. Mom came and took over, she got Tim talking about what happened and he ended up staying with us for the night.”
Prince Henry looked like he was about to speak up, the hard look on his face telling Tim exactly what he was about to talk about. Tim holds up his hand to stop any questions being asked.
“It was difficult situation and because of who my parents were there wasn't a lot that could actually be done. I wouldn’t have been taken away from them despite what happened that night.” Despite how bad the situation actually was, Tim still feels that instinctive urge to defend his parents. He clears his throat, feeling the need to change topics. “Anyway, it was a shit night and what happened happened.”
Alex raises an eyebrow. “It wasn't all that bad, you met me!”
Tim sends him a look. “I stand by what I said.” He tries his best to stop the playful smirk threatening to break free but in the end loses and lets himself grin.
Alex makes a disgruntled noise and crosses the short space between them in order to throw an arm around Tim’s shoulder and squeezes him tightly. “You love me. Don’t deny it! We had a great little alliance from that night onwards.”
With his face half smushed in Alex’s jacket Tim huffs. He’s used to this sort of treatment by now, not just from Alex but from his brothers too, and even on the occasion from Kon. After several beats Alex lets him go and crosses back over to be by Henry’s side. Tim blinks and immediately sees how well they fit together.
They start on a new topic when Alex brings up Henry’s LGBT+ shelter projects he’s currently working on with his best friend. Tim is immediately invested in learning all about it and even offers up his own information on his Neon Knights programme. Despite the differences in the projects they both agree to try and come up with a way to support one another, they even make a mental note to arrange a meeting so they can talk about it further.
Eventually the First Son and the Prince of Wales’ attention is being called elsewhere. The couple say their farewell’s, along with another hug from Alex, and promise to catch up in a less formal situation another day before wandering off, not hand in hand but certainly close to it.
Tim feels Kon step up to him, a hand sneaking across his back before settling on his waist.
“Well that was interesting.” His boyfriend states seeming amused. Tim instantly feels guilty, he pretty much ignored Kon the entire time as he got caught up in Alex and then in Prince Henry and his projects.
He turns to look at Kon to apologize but the Kryptonian waves it off. “Relax Tim don’t worry about it. If anything I’m sorry about what happened to you. At least Alex had been there and his mom. Crazy to think that the president took you in and looked after you as a kid.”
He guesses it seems rather crazy if he really thinks about it, but then again their whole lives are crazy. The president looking after him when he was a kid actually seems rather mundane compared to everything they deal with on a day to day basis.
Tim hums, unable to come up with a response to Kon’s statement. Alex had helped him that night and many more after that. It’s a shame they ended up losing contact, but then Tim decided to stalk batman across rooftops at night with a camera and became his hero years later and everything else that followed.
Maybe going forward Tim should try and put in the effort to keep in contact with Alex, and now Prince Henry too. Tim needs to start learning to separate his hero life from his civilian life and having some ‘normal’ friends wouldn’t hurt. It’s a work in progress but he’s getting there and this seems like a good stepping stone.
Behind him, Kon presses his chest to his back, and Tim could feel him slipping a hand along his side and into his front pocket of his trousers. Kon ducks his head until he’s pressing his lips against the skin of Tim’s neck towards his ear.
“I don’t know about you, but I think we’re good to go from this dreadful event right?” He trails his lips across Tim’s neck, the action makes him shiver as Kon’s breath ghosts over his skin. “Because I know there’s something I’d rather be doing right now…”
A wanton groan escapes past Tim’s lips without him meaning it too and right there Tim knows he’s done for. Before Kon could get anymore of the upper hand over him, Tim turns around, dislodging Kon's hands, and settles his own hands on Kon’s chest gripping his suit.
“I did make a promise after all did I?”
Kon’s stare is full of lust and desire. It’s an echo to the mood between them earlier. “Better hurry up and get us out of here Tim…”
“Fuck.”
Tim wastes no time in grabbing Kon's hand and starts leading him towards the exit of the room. As they go he somehow catches Alex’s gaze from across the room and the older man sends him a shit eating grin and a wink. Tim flips him off before continuing to drag Kon out of the event, Alex’s laugh could be heard in the wake of their departure.
He doesn’t care what Bruce has to say about them leaving earlier than scheduled, he has much more important – better – things to do with his night.
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Kai
One last look in the mirror—swoop the hair, readjust ear cuff—and then I’m flying out of my room and through the front door. Miraculously, Cole isn’t outside yet which gives me a chance to catch my breath and settle into my body. Reservation isn’t until 7:30—we have plenty of time.
Shit, am I nervous?
The front door swings open, and Cole steps outside. All the air whooshes out of my lungs.
Half his hair is pulled up into a knot, the rest kisses his shoulders. He’s wearing a silky, short sleeve buttoned black shirt tucked into gray trousers that make his legs look like they go for miles. And the jacket. It’s a lightweight gold and brown houndstooth bomber jacket, with black and white striped trim.
Cole looks sexy and sporty and classy all at once.
“You look perfect,” I tell him. My voice is weirdly airy. I don’t sound like myself.
He smiles. “Cello clothes okay?”
I close the distance between us and clear my throat so my voice goes back down. “I mean, I want to wreck them later but, yes, they are more than okay for now.”
There’s laughter sparkling in his eyes, and Cole tugs me by my lapel to pull me even closer, kissing me between words. “You look” (kiss) “really good” (kiss) “too” (kiss).
Mm, I could kiss Cole all night (and a part of me wants to take him right back inside) but I also want to take him on a date. Eat good food, talk, laugh, flirt.
Curiosity overwhelms me. What is Cole like on a date?? I need to know.
“Car’s on the street,” I say. I intertwine his fingers with mine and head that direction.
“Where’re we going? Can you tell me yet?”
We arrive at my car, and I look over at Cole. He’s gloriously backlit by the sinking sun, a sweet cool breeze tugging at his hair. It’s a beautiful night—gold light and blue-violet sky and neon pink clouds—and probably one of the last summer nights before the seasons change.
I suddenly don’t want to spend the next two hours in a temperature-controlled restaurant with ridiculously pretentious food.
“Uh, one second,” I tell Cole. I motion for him to get in the car, and I dial the restaurant as I slip into the driver’s seat.
“Hey,” I say to the person who answers the phone. “I’ve got a reservation under Kai. We’re not gonna be able to make it.”
Cole sends me a look, waits for the call to end, and then asks, “Everything okay?”
I pull up directions to the night market Nya mentioned. It’s in a really cool part of town, where the arts district meets all the vintage shops.
“Totally good,” I say to Cole and flash him a grin. “Change of plans.”
“Yeah?”
“I’d rather be outside. You?”
“Kai, I don’t care what we do. I’m with you. The rest doesn’t matter.”
My heart gives off little sparks. “Such a romantic,” I tease.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Cole replies, his voice scorching the air, and I’m lightheaded again.
Is this what swooning feels like? Do I swoon now?
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KITTENS. this is my favorite chapter yet. i'm so excited to share it with you. i hope you enjoy. x
pls note the author note and chapter tags.
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solangelo headcanons because talking is overrated
nico would be very into thriller and detective stuffs while will would be obsessed with stranger things and charlie's angels
the more nico spends time with will the more in sync and alike he is
*saw a cat* *both simultaneously raise hands and pull out cat treats*
will: "for real?!" nico: "for real?"
*taunting a monster* "your mama’s so hairy that when she went to see the new Star Wars movi-" "YEAH- and everyone thought Chewbacca was making a promotional appearance HA!"
"gods i wanna stuff a whole dragon in my stomach..." "..." "...and i want to eat this skrunkly little ham sandwich right here."
*nico looks at will* *will notices it and raises his eyebrows* *nico winks with both eyes* *will wiggles his fingers* *nico bites his tongue* *will makes witchy laughter* *nico sniffs his nose* "get a room." "stfu connor stoll."
small talks with nico and will feel awkward af, they prefer meaningful long conversations
silent is very important to them, to other campers it seems like they having beef but to nico and will that's true comfort
"hypothetically, what if i turned into a cat?" "then you would be the luckiest cat in the world." "oh-" "i would set this mortal realm on fire for you." "oh."
"remember when-" and they started sobbing violently
they would try to think abt how to compliment other demigods like clovis is such a attentive listener he slept through like half of my feelings or drew may seem a bit of an a-hole but she actually gave great skin care tips or lou turned an apple into a rat once and said 'that's similar to chocolate frogs in harry potter, try them out will!' and she was so funny i almost ate them fr
then they looked at percy and went nah that dude could devour a kiwi pizza and get poisoned instead
they often gave each other heart eyes
and nico would immediately get smack in the head by a camper because they were dueling
will would panic and then potato-shack nico to the infirmary right after
will claimed that nico really liked to sleep outside and thought it's romantic
minus the mosquito
they couldn't though because of harpies
but will would still help clearing out nico's cabin so that both of them could lay on the floor with much more opened space
nico felt like an idiot going along with it but lowkey appreciated having will there making dumb contented kekeke giggles because he thought nico like it
nico: you think i'm pretty?
will: w-what?
nico: do you think i'm pretty?
will: yeah..? i-i mean idk i guess you are? uh–sorry i mean yes–i mean very uh very pretty just um yeah so so–pretty like wow haha the most prettiest creature ever like woah
will: ...
will: i am so sorry
nico: no no don't be. that's really nice of you
will: ...
nico: thank you it's cute
will: ...gods are we like this right now?
nico: we're actually achieving relationship goals what can you have possibly meant?
will: well–alright i mean but are we doing it really–
nico: you're pretty too you know
will: w-woah wait
nico: you look so adorable right now i could cook you to medium rare
will: that's–
nico: you're so gorgeous i could slap your dad in the face because he created such a fine piece of work
will: o-oh
nico: you are absolutely beautiful oh my gods like i would happily snap the stolls legs just so you could be a little more self-aware of it will
will: nico i–you–goodness...
nico: ...
nico: dam you're right we are not having this at all. let's go outside and fight harpies and accidentally kiss and blame it on the adrenaline rush
will: chokes cutely
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loveisaroundme · 8 months
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He is pinching his ear while he sleeps. So precious and cute 🥺.
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Love in the Air: Sky x Prapai Screencaps (‘Love in the Air’ Lyric Video)
The much anticipated Fortpeat making eyes at each other yet again in another music video (I’m certainly not complaining).
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BKDK Fantasy AU - To love a Dragon-shifter by KappaMairi
Another drawing posted in 2022 on my Twitter account 🌸💕This time featuring fantasy AU and Katsuki both in his dragon form and his human one UwU I love drawing Katsuki with horns, sharp nails, and jewelry. If I have enough time this year, I'd love to make more pictures of this AU
Also yes, he does enjoy to bite Izuku's butt 🎇
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pissboysunday · 10 months
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me when I actually draw a full human person
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woo they having a pyjama day
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clairedelune-13 · 1 year
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I can’t get over the softness in their eyes. 😭
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somethings-coming-up · 5 months
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Sick Izzy Hands fic - OFMD
Note: I wrote this during a 13 hour graveyard shift, so it's definitely choppy. I also haven't written anything like this for ages. Or anything, really. Anyway, definitely could have used more work and it's too long, but it is what it is. Lots of language too because Izzy. Vomit warning because I don't write anything without it. Cheers.
The crew was in good spirits. It was one of those pleasant summer days where the sun beamed down, but a light breeze brought enough cool air that it wasn't excessively warm, contrary to how it's felt all week. The smell of the salty sea was fresh, and seagulls flew above, cawing contently as though they too were enjoying a break from the heat. The crew was taking a break from work, a handful playing cards on deck, a few others lounging, but regardless they all seemed at ease, enjoying the easy day. It was an energy that made Stede beam with pride, as though he was the one to personally lift the mood of the ship. He knew the weather was a factor, but he was also the one who recommended the crew take it easy for the day and just enjoy each other's company, which deserved at least half the credit, he thought. It was so seldom to see the entire crew in a good mood. 
Well, almost the entire crew, but Stede opted to believe Izzy didn't count because he was never in a good mood, and he felt it unfair to allow that to affect his stats. Somehow, a more relaxed, cool day worsened the first mate's mood. Stede brushed it off, assuming that the man was so miserable all the time, seeing others not be miserable made him more miserable. For the better part of the morning, Izzy had griped about not enough work getting done, to which Stede had countered with the rather fair argument that no matter was so detrimental that it couldn't wait until morning. He tried to convince the older man to relax himself, and only received a grumble in response. 
Now, Stede was watching him from across, the deck, narrowing his eyes in concentration as Izzy leaned against the railing, busying himself with sharpening his knives. Lucius had just had the audacity to approach him and ask if he wanted to join them for a round of poker, and quickly turned away when Izzy spat out a "oh, fuck off" without glancing up from his knife. That was a very infamous Izzy line, but Stede felt it to be a little harsh at the simple invitation, even for him. Izzy wasn't known for being social on the ship, but even he would occasionally play cards, mostly because he was better at it and taking coin from the rest of the crew seemed to bring him a little joy. Even when he didn't want to, he usually responded with a nonchalant "pass" or "I'm busy." 'Fuck off' was uncalled for, and Stede felt the need to stick up for Lucius. As much as he didn't want to be on the receiving end of Izzy's foul mood, Stede headed for his direction. It wasn't until he got closer, and saw the scowl on the man's face appeared to be more of a grimace, and he was squinting, even though a cloud was currently protecting them from the majority of the sun's light. But what really caught Stede's attention was that Izzy looked as though the side of the ship was the only thing keeping the man upright. 
Nope. He wasn't up for this. This was a matter only one person could handle, and it wasn't Stede. Izzy being unwell seemed so unfathomable, so far-fetched, and yet it was clearly happening, and Stede winced at the mere thought of what kind of response he would get if he tried to bring it up to the ornery man. The concentration Izzy had on his knives at the moment was also a deterrent. It would be far too easy for him to lodge one in his captain's throat when they were already in hand. And freshly sharpened too. Stede instead turned around and headed for the direction of his co-captain-turned-partner because Izzy was his and therefore this was his problem. 
Ed was in their chambers, a glass of bourbon in hand, lounging on their sofa. He had taken the opportunity to do 'fuck all' that day, which apparently literally meant absolutely nothing. Stede couldn't blame him though, because he did genuinely work hard day after day and he was happy to see his partner relax and rest. He almost felt bad about bothering him with the current situation, but something had to be done before Izzy actually hurt someone. Or himself. 
"Ed, darling," Stede greeted, taking a seat on the edge of the sofa, his thigh pressing against Ed's side. 
Ed lowered his sunglasses and flashed Stede a charming smile. "Yes, my love? Don't tell me you're already ready for round three." 
Stede couldn't help but blush, but as wonderful as that sounded, there were more pressing matters. "I actually need to talk to you. Well, um… something is wrong with Izzy." 
Ed laughed. It was a real laugh, as though Stede had just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. "And this is news to you? Don't tell me you're just now realizing that Izzy has issues." 
Stede scoffed. "Darling, of course I know that. But I'm not talking about murderous intent. I mean something is wrong with him."
At this, the humorous expression faded from Ed's face, and was replaced with genuine concern. "Where is he?" he asked, sitting up quickly. 
"On the deck. Plotting his first victim. Looking like he's about to topple over." 
Ed stood and brushed past Stede without another word. Stede didn't feel offended, he knew the two men had an important relationship, one that he wasn’t jealous of because it didn't make Ed love him any less. He followed his partner out of their chambers, past the crew to the other side of the deck. He could feel most of them pause what they were doing to spectate, possibly having picked up on Izzy's being worse than a bitchier-than-usual attitude. The first mate didn't stop what he was doing when the two captains approached him, but Stede knew it wasn't due to him not noticing them. 
"Iz?" Ed broke the silence cautiously, like he was approaching a wild animal. He may as well be, Stede thought. They were met with silence, save the sound of metal scraping against metal. Ed tried again, a little more firm, but still gentle underneath the surface. "Iz, look at me, mate." 
The scraping stopped. Izzy lifted his head and made eye contact with Ed, and this close Stede could really see it. He looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot, dark bags underneath them like he hadn't been sleeping at all. There was a light flush to his cheeks, and even though it was Izzy, Stede had to fold his hands in front of him to stop him from reaching out to check for a fever. A few dark strands stuck to the older man's forehead, standing out against pale skin. Despite looking like he could keel over any second, Izzy glared, snarling at both men. "What do you want?" he demanded. His voice sounded exhausted, his rasp thicker than usual. 
"You're not looking so good, mate," Ed said, placing a hand on his first mate's shoulder. 
Izzy shrugged the hand off quickly, hissing through clenched teeth. "I'm fine, fuck off." 
But Ed seemed to know what he was doing. Stede couldn't help but feel he had gone through this with Izzy before. "No, man, you're not. I've known you long enough to know you're not." Somehow, Ed felt confident enough to put the back of his hand against Izzy's forehead, which Stede wouldn't do when the man had a knife in his hand. Izzy still brushed him off quickly though, looking more pissed off. 
"I said, fuck off, Edward." His tone was threatening enough that if Stede were in Ed's shoes, he'd be counting his losses and leaving him be. 
But Ed wasn't Stede, and he held his ground. "Iz," he said again, still keeping his voice calm. "Just tell me what's wrong." 
Izzy glared at Ed, eyes narrowing. The two stared each other down for a few agonizing seconds before Izzy's face began to relax and he looked to the side, expression defeated. He put the knife and sharpener on a crate beside him and his gloved hand rubbed across his forehead. "I… I have a headache," he admitted softly. Though Stede could only imagine that was only a fraction of Izzy's problem, the one confession left a bitter look on the older man's face. Like it physically pained him to admit even that. 
"Okay," Ed said slowly, looking like he was choosing each word carefully. "So you're just not feeling all that well, aye?" 
"Aye," answered Izzy, sounding exhausted and irritated at the same time. 
"Okay," Ed repeated. "It's okay not to always be okay, you know. You've seen me sicker than a bloody dog before." 
Izzy didn't look convinced and Stede hated his brain for wondering what made him like this. The thought made him feel sad, and he never imagined feeling sad for Izzy. And for the first time since meeting him, Stede was overwhelmed with a need to fret. "Izzy, why don't you lay down? You can use our quarters if you'd like. There's more space, more privacy, it'll be more quiet-" 
Izzy looked pissed off all over again, eliminating whatever progress Ed made to calm him down. "I didn't ask for your fucking suggestions, Bonnet. And I don't need your fucking opinions or your fucking bed. I can take care of myself, so fuck off." 
Ed was quick to step in. "Hey, hey, hey, Iz. Iz, calm down." He put both hands on the man's shoulders now, and surprisingly wasn't pushed off this time. "He's just trying to help, so don't be an asshole." 
"I don't want help." 
"Not really a good reason to bite someone's head off just for offering it."
Izzy at least had it in him to look a little ashamed, but the expression was gone as quickly as it came, and no apology was offered, but Stede wasn't expecting one, nor did he mind. The man did look like hell, and expecting this to be the moment Izzy decided to be civil would be insane. "I don't want help," the man repeated. "I just want to go back to my own fucking room." 
"And that's completely fine, Iz, but our quarters might be a better idea. There aren't any rooms right next to ours and your walls are… thin." 
Stede didn't know what Ed meant by that, but Izzy clearly did. He grimaced and looked down, looking ashamed of something. "Fine," he said after a long pause, voice barely a whisper. "If you're both offering, fine." 
Both. It surprised Stede his own thoughts on Izzy staying in their room meant anything to Izzy at all. Then again, he was always so cautious when it came to whatever boundary he had set between him and Ed in his own head. Stede accepted at the very beginning there was love between the two, and slowly grew to accept it, but Izzy resisted, like he was terrified of crossing a line that didn't really exist. Stede didn't know if it was because Izzy didn't want to share Ed, or if the man simply thought it was too good to be true. I'mStede felt bad, because he had assessed long ago Izzy's cantankerous personality was partially driven by the overwhelming need to push people away. 
 
To protect himself. 
"Yes, we are both offering," Stede assured him with a cheery smile that Izzy scowled at. "Plenty of room in our quarters. Why, just last week we let Lucius crash on our couch after a squabble with Black Pete. Woke up with both of them all cozy in the room." Stede knew it was a poor example, because Lucius wasn't in love with Ed and didn't feel like he was imposing on his relationship with Stede, but he hoped to normalize the generosity to Izzy regardless. The older man seemed unphased by the anecdote, Stede doubted he even heard him. He instead was looking down, hunched over slightly, avoiding eye contact entirely. He looked uncertain. No, wait. Embarrassed. Self-conscious. Ashamed. Stede tisked, putting his hands on his hips. "Oh come on, don't mind the crew, Izzy. Pay no attention to them or what they think." Stede glanced behind him, and sure enough there were more than a few pairs of eyes on the trio. He knew about Izzy's nickname, and he knew they used it as ammunition against the man whenever possible. It was no surprise Izzy was feeling self-conscious by the gawking. 
Ed seemed to notice too. He put his arm around Izzy's shoulders, and was surprisingly not pushed away. "Alright, mate, come with me. Stede will keep the crew busy for a minute, won't you, Stede?" 
Stede blinked. Well, he supposed he could do that. Distractions didn't come particularly difficult to him. He had been told throughout his life by just about everyone he loved the sound of his voice. "Oh, alright. Take him to bed, Ed, and then get him some tea." Ed nodded in agreement and began to lead Izzy away, ignoring the protests from the smaller man that he could walk there himself just fine. With that, Steede stood in the middle of the deck and clapped his hands together. "If I could have your attention please, gather 'round, gather 'round." 
The different groups that were scattered about all looked at each other with uncertainty before gathering, their backs now facing away from where Ed was leading Izzy away. Stede smirked at all of them. "Now then, a few words of warning…." 
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The lecture had been brief, Stede just told his crew that he knew they knew, or at least had a clue what was going on, and that it wasn't to be brought up by anyone on the ship. He didn't mention Izzy by name, he didn't explicitly tell them he was ill, more just a matter of "I know you know, now shut up about it." It was about five minutes later Stede was entering their room. It was dark, Ed probably blew out the majority of the candles and drew the curtains first thing, and he also wasn't there, so he was probably already getting the tea. Izzy was though, still fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, body turned slightly so his back was facing Stede. 
"I was hoping Ed would get you into something more comfortable before wandering off. I'm sure you don't want me doing it. Although, I am not above helping out any crew mate who-" 
And then he heard it. Not a lot could bring Stede's ramblings to a halt so quickly, but that was definitely one of them. Now it made sense--what Ed said about their quarters being more private. About Izzy's own walls being thin. He heard a sickening splash on what sounded like plastic, and sure enough when Stede moved closer, he could see the small basin in Izzy's lap. The man coughed, and his back arched as another wave of dark brown vomit came up, seemingly effortlessly. Stede winced and approached him slowly, using Ed's wild animal method. "Izzy?" he asked cautiously. 
Izzy spat into the basin. "Fuck o-" A dry heave interrupted his attempt to brush of Stede's concern, and after was replaced by a simple, breathless, "fuck". 
Stede winced, moving closer so he was right behind Izzy, but made sure not to touch the bed, and more importantly, made sure not to touch him. However, when a painful, guttural heave brought up very little, it was apparent this wasn't so effortless anymore. Stede winced in sympathy because it looked bloody painful and Izzy's body was trembling violently as he spat unproductively into the basin. Stede could feel his care-taker instincts screaming at him to help, but this was Izzy of all people, and there were boundaries. "Izzy, are you okay with me touching you?" he asked. 
Izzy coughed into the basin before answering. "I knew you were a fucking pervert." He gagged into the basin again, and Stede pretended not to notice the man's eyes beginning to water. 
"No, no, no," Stede said quickly. "I just mean… well I am a dad, and I have been a husband, and I've sat through this before. Let me… help."
“Don’t need help puking,” Izzy growled, breathing heavily. “Body kind of just does it on its own.”
“Do you think it was something you ate?” Stede asked.
Izzy shook his head and winced. “No. Head hurts.” Stede frowned at that because he didn’t know a headache could make someone nauseous as well. Izzy spoke up again before Stede could ask any questions. “Just leave. I’m not finished.” 
Izzy closed his eyes, and for a moment it looked like he was about to fall forward, so Stede had no choice but to take action without consent and he grabbed the man’s shoulders gently. “I got you,” he whispered. “I got you.” Izzy seemed to have regained his balance, and since the whole no-touching ship had already sailed, he began to rub his back. Stede’s other hand brushed aside sweaty strands of hair that was dangling down beside Izzy’s face. Izzy didn’t shove him off, so he stayed, waiting as Izzy hovered his head above the basin with his eyes closed. “Are you sure you have anything left?” Stede asked gently, but apparently jinxed the man because a weak gag brought up a trickle of bile and sick. Stede could feel the trembling now beneath his hand and he physically could not hold back a small coo. “Spoke too soon. I’m sorry, darling.” He placed his hand on Izzy’s right shoulder and began to massage the area, before moving onto his left, and then the base of his neck. Meanwhile, Izzy heaved as though he were trying to bring up his literal stomach itself.
“Oh, Iz.” Stede turned around, looking in the direction of his partner’s voice. Ed was in the doorway, a tray in his hands which he quickly put down on the table in front of the couch before hurrying to the bed. He sat on the opposite side of Stede next to Izzy and pressed a kiss to the man’s sweaty temple. “Figured it was only a matter of time. That’s why I brought stuff to help your stomach too.” Izzy just nodded, wincing again. “Don’t move your head too much, mate. You don’t have to nod, you don’t have to talk, just focus on breathing, okay?”
Izzy didn’t say anything right away, but he took a few deep breaths, indicating Ed’s message was loud and clear. After a few moments however, he whispered, “I’m done. Can someone help get this out of my face?” 
Stede gently pried the basin from Izzy’s hands, figuring he had over-stayed his welcome and that Izzy would want Ed to take the caretaking into his hands. He heard Ed’s gentle whispering behind him as he left the room to dump the contents into the ocean. Suddenly, he felt like he was the one imposing, but he didn’t feel jealous. Just… left out.
When he was back in their quarters, Izzy was lying down, underneath the covers, his clothes discarded on the floor except his undergarments, and Ed was spooning him, raking one hand through his hair, the other hand holding Izzy’s forehead while he rubbed his temples with his thumb. Izzy’s eyes were closed, but he was awake, and lines of pain were etched onto his face. Ed looked up at Stede and softly said, “He gets headaches like these sometimes. They aren’t normal headaches, like other people get. He gets them sometimes when he’s sick, and sometimes they make him sick.”
“He is right here,” Izzy mumbled, but was gently shushed by Ed.
“Shh… Shh… just rest, Iz.”
Izzy opened his eyes slowly, squinting up at Ed, blinking slowly. It looked to Steede as though every slight movement, no matter how miniscule, was physically painful for Izzy. “Actually, Edward, I need a favor.” 
“Anything.”
“My salve is in my room, on my desk. You know what it looks like.”
Ed nodded and pressed a kiss to the back of Izzy’s neck. “‘Course, be right back, mate.” Ed got up slowly, careful not to jostle the bed too much before he left the room, squeezing Steede’s hand on the way out.
“Why didn’t you have me get it?” Stede asked, standing next to the bed.
Izzy closed his eyes and sighed. “Needed to get him out of here so I could talk to you.” Izzy grimaced and winced as he began to slowly sit up and Stede did the best he could to help by propping up pillows behind him so he didn’t have to sit up as much.
“What do you want to talk about?”
Izzy didn’t hesitate. “Why are you okay with this?”
“Okay with what?”
“Why are you okay with my… situation with Edward?”
Stede frowned. Keeping Ed to himself never really crossed his mind. It was apparent from the beginning that wasn’t in the cards. Ed always had a lot of love for Izzy, and probably always would, and he didn’t want to get in between something so special for the both of them. “Well,” he began slowly. “I suppose I want him to be happy, and you deserve to be happy too, and Ed still loves me as well, so we can all be happy.”
Izzy grimaced. “I hated you for it. Why are you so nice to me when I wanted to cut your head off? It’s because you know nothing will change for you, isn’t it? You know I’m no competition, I never have been. You don’t have to be jealous because you know Blackbeard will never feel for me the way he feels for you. He’ll never love me like that, not that much.”
This had to be the fever talking, Stede thought. What Izzy was saying didn’t make sense. He slowly sat down on the bed and shook his head sadly. “Oh, Izzy. You are not a daft man at all, but you can be absolutely stupid sometimes. Ed does love you--he loves you a lot. When I told him something was going on with you, he ran out of here quick as lightning. For god’s sake, he tells you he loves you. Do you think he’s just lying? That it’s all an act?” Izzy didn’t answer, but he shrugged a little, avoiding eye contact with Stede. Stede reached out and took his hand in his and squeezed it gently, surprised Izzy didn’t pull away. “Ed loves you,” he repeated. “And I… well, I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either,” Izzy said with a sigh. “Well, not anymore. I got over it.”
“Good. Because if you’re going to be sleeping in our bed with both of us, it would be awkward if we did hate each other.”
“Izzy, I got it.” Ed came back into the room quietly, voice barely a whisper. In his hands was a jar of something unidentifiable to Stede. He didn’t need to ask, as Ed felt the need to explain anyway. “This is made up of natural shit, like peppermint, lavender, and uh…”
“Feverfew and eucalyptus,” Izzy finished, holding his hand out. “Just give it to me, you twat.”
Ed continued his explanation anyway. “You just rub it along his forehead, bridge of his nose, and I always get behind the ears for good measure. Helps with the pain.” Stede was surprised this was being explained to him as though he’d need this information for future reference, but he paid attention anyway. Ed looked back at Izzy. “Do you want me to do it?”
“No. I’ve been man-handled enough today. Give it.”
Ed passed the salve to Izzy, giving Stede a smirk. “And sometimes he’s a stubborn arse who insists on doing it himself even though he likes it when I do it for him.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Izzy snarled, but there was very little bite in his tone. If anything, he just sounded tired. He opened up the jar, the smell of natural herbs and spices filling the room and began to rub it over his forehead. When he was finished, he handed the jar back to Ed, who placed it on the bedside table. “I’m going to rest for a bit, I don’t care what you two do.” With that, Izzy sunk back down onto the bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin and closing his eyes.
Ed tisked and pulled off his shirt and trousers and climbed into the right side of the bed, pulling a bundled up Izzy close to his chest. “Come on, Izzy, we’ve been mates long enough that I know you like a little company when you’re feeling icky.” Izzy let out a little humph but otherwise didn’t protest.
Maybe it was because he was feeling tired too, or maybe it was because he wanted to test the waters, or a combination of the two, but Stede stripped down to his undergarments as well and climbed into the bed where there was room. On the left-hand side, next to Izzy Hands. He turned on his side, so Izzy’s back was to him, and he was facing Ed. Ed’s arms were preoccupied holding the man close, so Stede tentatively reached his own over to feel Izzy’s forehead. “Still warm,” he concluded. “Maybe we should get some of that tea in ya before you nod off.”
“No, I’ll puke. And maybe my fever would go down if you two just let me sleep instead of bothering me.”
“Very well,” Stede said with a yawn. He closed his own eyes, focused on the sounds of the sea, and the breathing of the two men beside him, and drifted off rather quickly.
Stede was woken up by warmth. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down, and much to his surprise, a feverish Izzy was clinging onto him, his salt and pepper head tucked underneath Stede’s chin, face nuzzled into his neck. Ed was gone, maybe to check up on things on the ship, or maybe just to go to the bathroom, but Izzy had apparently chosen to seek comfort elsewhere in his sleep. Stede was sure conscious Izzy would hate this, so he started to pull away slowly.
“Lay still. For fuck’s sake.” Izzy cracked one eye open just long enough to glare at him before closing it again and returning to his position.
“How are you feeling?” Stede asked sincerely.
Izzy sighed. “Sick, Bonnet. I feel fucking sick. Same as I did three fucking hours ago, twat. Now shut up.”
And Stede did. He opted to just quietly run his fingers through Izzy’s hair, wondering how in the hell he and Izzy reached this point. Then it suddenly dawned on him why Ed left the bed. 
Conniving bastard.
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