so i started out kinda ironically shipping izzy/lucius cause it’s funny, but we all know where ironic shipping leads so ANYWAY,
i read a fic where they got together during lucius’s living-in-the-walls era and i was thinking about how funny the reactions would be when the crew is reunited, like they’d think it was stockholm syndrome
and obv it’s ofmd so anachronisms are fine but! what if! the swede is like “maybe he has stockholm syndrome” and when asked what the hell that is he explains “it’s like when people live in stockholm for too long; they go crazy and convince themselves that they like it there”
cue a cousin oskaar-esque rant on how the sun sets before 3pm up there for over a month
Black Pete is dating Lucius who’s dating Fang who’s dating Ivan and all four of them hang out together. There’s a competition between them to see who can persuade Izzy to join their polycule first and they’re all losing but when they all cuddle on a couch together Izzy will sit at the end and look annoyed.
in which the co-captains reunite rather vigorously and izzy is a terror about it, so lucius—with the crew’s encouragement and pete’s blessing—sets about seducing him to calm him the fuck down <3
absolutely a standalone but in my head it happens in the same timeline as this fic, in which young ed teach pierces izzy’s nipples and izzy’s a wreck about it
It’s a calm night at sea, the air light with the gentle slosh of waves.
Which means there’s nowhere near enough ambient noise to drown out the wails and moans of pleasure coming from the captain’s quarters, where the newly reunited co-captains are reconciling rather vigorously for the third night in a row.
Not altogether unpleasant sounds, as far as Lucius is concerned, and most of the crew shares his sentiments, especially as both captains are in far better spirits together than they were apart. Lucius has absolutely no interest in another midnight swim, thank you verymuch.
No, the only real downside is—
“That is it. First thing tomorrow, you’re all adding spare boards to that fucking wall,” Izzy seethes. While everyone else is trying to enjoy the warm night, the little man is so riled with obvious, jealous rage that he’s positively stomping as he paces across the deck. “No need for us all to have to hear this—entirelyunprofessional—”
“Give it a rest, man,” Frenchie groans, covering his ears. “They’re not half as loud as you’rebeing.”
“Honestly, there’s nothing you can do about it,” Wee John adds, rolling over in his cot. “Just enjoy the peaceful night as it were, yeah?”
“You don’t get to tell me what to enjoy!” Izzy positively spits.
“Why don’t you get some rest, Iz?” Ivan yawns. “You’re always grouchier when you haven’t slept.”
“Maybe they’re just fighting!” Roach chimes in unhelpfully, and Izzy makes a murderous sort of sputtering sound.
As if on cue, a drawn-out, delighted Fuck yes, Stede! Oh! rings across the deck. Everyone flinches.
“Fucking Stede fucking Bonnet,” Izzy hisses, burying his face in his hands. “I swear to God, when Edward comes to his senses, I’m going to—”
“Hey,” Pete says softly. Lucius hums from where he’s nestled in Pete’s arms. “You think it’s time to give the plan a shot?”
