ofmd ship name should be steddie. i’ll tell you why.
it’s not blackbeard in the relationship. after the kiss, he wants to be known as edward, ed. the crew call him eddie, right before izzy breaks him back into the kraken, right when izzy turns everything that should be seen as open and welcoming, a kind touch, into things that are to be hated, into something mocking.
that’s the last straw for izzy. “his name is captain, or blackbeard!”. no, it’s not. ed himself corrects that.
a theme of the show is finding yourself, creating something worth keeping, something you can hold onto, something of value, being allowed to be who you are without threat. having steady support, not hate and violence forcing you into things that aren’t sustainable, things that wear you down, not fickle and mocking that sounds polite but offers only pain.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau Characters: Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau Additional Tags: Airports, missed flight, Fluff, ADHD Jeremy Knox, Acquaintances to Lovers, Coworkers - Freeform, Gratuitous Discussion of Books, Exy Star Kevin Day has a cameo, AFTG Mixtape Exchange Summary:
Jeremy Knox is just trying to get home from a conference with his distant coworker Jean, but a missed connection has the pair of them stuck in the airport overnight. What are two people who barely know each other to do with so many empty hours on their hands? Talk about books, laugh about stupid things, and maybe confess some hidden feelings, of course.
His head whipped to her, stopping her in her approach. Her hand was outstretched, and though she didn’t retract it, she didn’t move closer.
Saïx dug his fingers into his lower arm, blood oozing up around them. “You’re very perceptive.”
“Don’tsnark at me, you’re getting blood on the carpet,” Kairi snapped, regaining her composure as she jammed one fist onto her hip. “Who did that to you?”
Saïx ignored her, stalking over to a chair and throwing himself into it gracelessly. Outside the window, the waxing moon shone brightly, casting a glowing silver barrier across the floor between them. Kairi crossed it without care for its significance, stopping beside the chair. “Go away,” Saïx growled.
I wonder if he realizes how petulant he sounds when he does that.
“No,” Kairi said. “If you’re not going to tell me what happened, at least let me look at it.”
“I can take care of it,” Saïx snarled, glaring up at her.
She fought down the urge to back up. “Yeah, but you won’t, so let me see it!”
They stared at each other for so long she was certain they were going to end up at a stalemate, but finally, he let out a low growl and thrust his arm outwards towards her as he turned the rest of his body away.
Kairi let out a soft sigh and knelt next to him, carefully inspecting the wound. “There, was that really so hard? Big baby.”
“You’re pushing it, woman— ow.”
“Yeah, ow, it’s an open wound.” Kairi frowned. He did this himself. I can tell. But why? What happened? “I’m getting the first aid kit, and if you’re not here when I get back, I will hunt you down.”
She was almost in the hallway when she heard his grumbled response. “Whatever.”
Kairi smiled, just a little, to herself. At least she knew that meant he would stay put.
