#and that whether or not izzy is right or wrong it doesn't matter because the perception is that Jack and Ed have fucked

[naranjapetrificada]

Even the wildest canyon takes could be attributed to something (racism and misogyny and homophobia, those were the things). No matter how disheartening that. shit was and continues to be, it looks similar to things that have happened in other fandom. There's a pattern to it.

Like if there's a boiling pot of some liquid that it's inadvisable to boil with a heat source underneath it, at least that explains why it's boiling. But I come across a boiling pot of water and it's not on a stove or a fire and the pot's not a pressure cooker, it's just a pot and the pot is on the ground in the middle of a forest and the water is boiling away though? I feel like I'm within my rights to be like "...wait what?"

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

What if some of the crew were out doing who knows but they end up in trouble for something and the reader, who is afab but can be fem or nb, uses their “assets” to flirt their way out of trouble and Izzy gets super jealous and the crew teases him since he’s been to prideful to admit his feelings. Maybe at the end he finally does?

You Flirt your way out of Trouble, Izzy Hands is Jealous:

The little team that Stede had put together was a little strange. It had been you and Lucius that he had asked to carry out the chore. He cared for the crew dearly but you two were the only ones he trusted to select the correct books that he had asked for.

He had then paired Izzy to go with you, thinking it was best to send somebody with you for 'protection'. Izzy had been about as happy about it as Lucius, but he hadn't really had a choice once Edward agreed.

Black Pete had decided to tag along, just because he felt like it. Probably wanting to get some more time with Lucius. Either way, you welcomed his presence.

And so the four of you ended up wandering around the unfamiliar town, searching for the little bookstore that Stede had mentioned. Apparently it was hidden away somewhere in the quieter part of town. It made you wonder what kind of books you were looking for.

The four of you were already bickering about which direction to go, insisting that you all knew better and the others were wrong.

It was in that moment when you weren't paying attention to your surrounding that a group of men closed in around the four of you.

You all fell silent, realising that you had been surrounded by six men. You turned to them, trying not to look too intimidated. From the look of them, they were some down on their luck pirates. Six large rugged men, clearly having spent the better part of their lives at sea.

Each of them had a weapon in their hands, just in case your thought their intentions might be anything but dangerous. Just as you had predicted, they were were trying to rob you, demanding that you hand anything valuable over.

"Do you know who I am, dog?" Izzy growled, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

You were outnumbered, it was that simple. Izzy was the only one out of all of you that had any real raid experience. Well, Black Pete could fight, just not as well as Izzy. It didn't really matter though, it was two against six. They couldn't take all these men on their own, maybe if Pete had some more experience.

And it wasn't like you or Lucius were going to be of much use in a fight. You'd probably just get in the way.

Plus, the less bloodshed in total, the better.

Stepping forward, everyone tensed in anticipation.

"Oh come on, none of that," you spoke softly, placing your hand on top of Izzy's, pushing it away from the hilt. Earning a glare from him, of course. "I'm sure we can sort something out, right? Come to an...agreeable conclusion that pleases all of us," you suggested, smiling between the strange men.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Izzy questioned you through gritted teeth.

"And what do you suggest?" one of the men, the one who seemed to be in charge, cocked an eyebrow at you, ignoring Izzy.

"Well, me and Luce are going to head to the pub later, see what trouble we can get into. Maybe we will run into you again there?" you told them suggestively, gesturing back towards Lucius, knowing he would catch on.

"Yeah, we're going to meet some friends, I'm sure they'll be pleased with the company too," Lucius added, picking up on your game, and trying his best to mask his nervousness. Black Pete seemed to understand as well, just nodding his head.

"Yeah? That one doesn't seem too friendly," another man gestured towards Izzy, his nose turning up at the hostility. As if they weren't ambushing you all.

"Oh, Izzy is never friendly," Black Pete shrugged. Whether he was trying to help or not, you weren't sure.

"Him? Don't worry about him," Lucius dismissed Izzy with a way of his hand.

"Yeah, don't worry about him," you got their attention back into you, assuring them, "he's just a colleague, boss really, we'll be ditching him before hitting the pub."

If Izzy couldn't play along, you needed to work around him.

"Oh yeah, he's no fun but we're a lot of fun. All our friends are," Lucius agreed. Giving them the same smirk that he gave Izzy when he asked if he had ever been sketched, "whatever your preference is."

"So, what do you say?" you asked, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, "we keep all our goods and coins, not like we have much anyway, and we keep you company later on."

"Alright, this is fucking ridiculous-" Izzy huffed, wanting to put an end to this nonsense. Only to be silenced as the leader pointed the tip of his sword at him. You knew that if you didn't step in, a fight would be breaking out.

"Oh come on, boys," you pouted, pressing your finger to the top of his blade and gently lowering it away from Izzy. Once the sword was pointed at the floor, you stepped up to the men, just missing the small growl that came from Izzy behind you. "He won't be any trouble," you promised, trailing your fingertips over his chest.

Izzy's hand was back on the hilt of his sword as he watched you, his knuckles turning white.

"Don't see why we have to wait for later, I don't see anyone around to disturb us," another one of the men smirked, putting on a show of looking around the empty alleyway.

"Our boss runs us pretty hard, wouldn't want to keep him waiting," you kept calm, pushing your nerves down.

"What about keeping us waiting?" another of the men argued, shooting you a glare.

"Yeah, you and you're friend seem eager enough. Sure you could manage us all," another man added, eyeing you up before turning his attention onto Lucius.

"Trust me, you're going to want to meet some of our friends. I think you'll really like them," Lucius chuckled nervously, hoping his voice didn't waver.

"Yeah, Lucius is right. They're great!" Pete nodded, a little too much. Lucius loves that man to pieces but even he knew that he should just shut up right now.

"Nah, I think we'd be happy with just the two of you," the leader concluded. "You're friends can watch if they like," he shrugged.

That seemed to be what pushed Izzy over the edge. "That's e-fucking-nough," he drew his sword.

"Oh relax, Iz," you looked back at him over your shoulder, hoping he understood what you were trying to convey. Trust me. "How about this?" you turned back to the man before leaning up to whisper in his ear.

Izzy scowled as he watched you whisper to the man, watching how the man smirked and looked at you. Twisted and hungry. You had never been much of a flirt since Izzy had known you, it was strange seeing you like this. He hated watching you interact with men like these, watching them respond to you.

"How about that?" you asked, as sultry as possible, as you pulled away from the man.

"Y'know what, sweetheart," the man smirked, shamelessly letting his gaze wander over your body. Izzy's lip curled in disgust. The man stroked your hair, twirling a stand around his finger, and you let him, just about managing to not cringe away from him. "You make a convincing argument, we'll see you both later?" he made it sound like a question but it was obviously more of a demand, as he pinched your chin.

"Sure will," you nodded, summoning some sort of excited expression.

The man nodded to the others, who all grumbled but agreed. They were already talking and boasting as they walked away, all excited to hear how you had enticed their friend.

Once they were out of sight and you couldn't hear their booming voices anymore, you let out a heavy sigh. You closed your eyes and let your shoulders drop, taking a moment to collect yourself. You hated this shit.

Izzy's glare was torn away from the end of the alleyway as Lucius slipped closer to him. "Relax, Dizzy...or they're going to know you're jealous," he advised, but was clearly mocking him to some extent.

"What the fuck? I am not fucking jealous," Izzy hissed, keeping his voice low so that you didn't hear them. "Just fucking hate men like that," he insisted, which was true even if it wasn't the full truth.

"We all hate men like that," Lucius rolled his eyes. He hated men like that but he still played along, trusting that you knew what you were doing. "I knew to play along, you knew what we were doing. You just couldn't stand it, could you?"

"He was so fucking jealous, babe," Pete backed him up with a smile.

"Fuck. Off."

"Alright!" you turned back to the trio with a partial smile. "Lets find that fucking bookshop and get back to the ship," you decided, just wanting to get this task over with now.

"Are you alright?" Lucius frowned, noticing your tenseness.

"Yeah, I'm good," you reassured him. Though, you were clearly somewhat shaken by the encounter. They couldn't blame you, of course.

"You can go back to the ship, if you want," Izzy offered, surprising all three of you. It wasn't like him to worry about members of the crew.

Lucius just smiled a little to himself. That man was definitely jealous and now look...he's all worried about you.

"I'm fine, lets just get those books, yeah?" you promised and he three men nodded before the four of you continued your journey through town.

-

You and Lucius managed to pick out the books with ease, the shop was more difficult to find than the specific editions Stede had insisted upon. After finishing the task, the four of you headed back to the ship.

Once the sun began to set and everyone had returned from their various responsibilities and whatever else they were getting up to on land, the crew had sat around together on the deck to drink and share stories.

Black Pete sat, spinning his tale about how you were all ambushed in town, about how you and Lucius talked your way out of it. Telling the rest of the crew that you had been so hot and clever in your methods.

Lucius was waving it off half-heartedly, but was living for the praise and everyone knew it. You just laughed along, agreeing and letting him add a few dramatics without arguing about what had actually happened. Nobody noticed how Izzy white knuckled his bottle of rum as he brought it up to his lips, Pete didn't have to make it sound quite so seductive.

It was all light-hearted, completely harmless, until Pete brought up Izzy's role. "Y/n had to talk Izzy out of gutting them twice!" Pete exclaimed with a small laugh, "he was so angry, like way more angry than he ever is with us, I've never seen him so red and I thought that vein in his head was going to explode!"

"Surprised you didn't kill 'em, Iz," Edward mused, not thinking too much of it.

"Like they said, saved the bloodshed, they handled it," Izzy shrugged, taking another sip of rum.

"I'm more surprised that he didn't hunt them down later, thought he was going to explode when that big fella started playing with Y/n's hair. Didn't think Izzy Hands would be jealous over some light petting," Pete chuckled to himself, clearly not realising the gravity of what he said.

"What are you fucking talking about?" Izzy seethed, glaring at the other man.

"I'm just saying! I used to get jealous over Lucius before we got together. Now, we obviously don't own each other and everything, but before we were together, I hated seeing him flirt with people. It's the same with you, right?" Pete asked as if it were obvious. It didn't sound like he was mocking Izzy, just having a friendly talk. That alone was strange.

"Babe, I think that's enough," Lucius leant into Pete to whisper to him, not wanting his boyfriend to get stabbed by Izzy Hands, "I think Izzy just got a little...protective, yeah?"

You looked between the three men, honestly confused. Sure, Izzy had obviously been furious with the men, had shown some level of protectiveness. You hadn't considering him having been...jealous though. You might not have even believed it, if Izzy wasn't looking so flustered.

"Well I appreciate the back up. It was kinda...unsettling, it was good to have you there," you gave Izzy a smile, hoping to ease some of the tension.

"Whatever," Izzy rolled his eyes, taking another drink.

"You really jealous, Iz?" Edward asked sincerely, looking to his long-time friend.

"Fuck no. Shut the fuck up," Izzy scoffed, muttering more than speaking.

"You better figure that out, Izzy. Jealousy attracts bad luck," Frenchie cringed. That wasn't a good energy to have on the ship.

"Does it really?" Wee John asked with wide eyes.

"Yep! And then the bad luck attracts demons, obviously. Ask Buttons," Frenchie nodded.

Buttons was butt-ass-naked at the helm, Wee John decided not to ask him. He'd take Frenchie's word for it.

"I wasn't fucking jealous, so don't fucking worry about it," Izzy snapped. This was fucking ridiculous.

"You know, Izzy, if you were jealous, that's alright. Bad luck or demons aside, it's not an innately bad feeling. You can talk about it if you like?" Stede offered. He did think it was best to 'talk it through as a crew' after all.

You just watched the first mate, frowning as his face turned a darker shade of red, both from anger and embarrassment.

"I would rather throw myself overboard," Izzy muttered into his bottle.

"So, you admit it? You were jealous," Jim concluded.

"Why do you fucking care?" Izzy glared. It wasn't like Jim to get involved in the crew's ridiculous discussions but of course they got involved with this, just to piss him off.

"Oh, I don't. Like making you angry," Jim shrugged, smirking to themselves.

Izzy was beyond seething now, practically vibrating with anger. "...were you jealous, Iz?" you asked. And how dare you look at him so sincerely. Somehow it made him even more angry.

"Why the fuck would I be jealous about you throwing yourself at some fucking creep?" Izzy snarled, clearly pushed to his limit. You tried not to take it personally but the energy among the crew had certainly become uncomfortable.

"Bit harsh, Iz," Edward frowned a little, tilting his head at his first mate.

"Yeah, they were only trying to get us out of trouble," Lucius frowned.

"Fuck all of you," Izzy hissed as he finally found the common sense to stand up and leave. He should have done that earlier. Shouldn't have been sitting with them in the first place.

With a sigh, you stood from your seat and began to follow after him.

"Ah, maybe not the best idea. Izzy isn't great to be around when he's in a mood," Edward warned you.

"Is there ever a time he is great to be around?" Roach asked.

"Yeah...maybe best to just let him cool down," Pete suggested, looking at you, simply concerned.

"If he tries something, I'll scream and you can come to my rescue. Deal?" you promised.

"Deal," Pete nodded after considering it for a moment.

You crossed the deck, hearing Pete call "scream extra loud!" before you disappeared under the ship.

You headed straight for Izzy's cabin, knocking on the door. "Spriggs if that is you, I will fucking kill you," Izzy threatened.

You bit back a small laugh. Of course he thought it was Lucius, probably coming to give him a lecture for talking to you like that, for being an asshole.

"Not Lucius," you called through the door.

You heard a muffled 'fuck' and then footsteps from inside the cabin. The door opened, Izzy standing in the doorway. You had expected a glare but didn't receive one, he actually looked...apologetic.

"Look, I didn't mean to insinuate anything about you before," Izzy sighed, which was close enough to an apology you supposed.

"I know. They were riling you up and you snapped. Not exactly nice but I understand," you assured him with a small sigh of your own. "Can I come in?" you asked.

"...you don't have too," he figured you were going to do something soft and stupid, like apologise on behalf of the crew, make him apologise properly. You didn't need to waste your time with all that.

"I want too. I want to talk," you insisted.

With another sigh, Izzy stepped to the side and let you in. You were the one to close the door behind yourself.

It was silent for a moment.

"Are you alright? From before, I mean. You seemed uncomfortable after those twats left," Izzy surprised you by being the first to talk, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just hate doing that, y'know?" you assured him, "I've never been a good fighter, always been best to talk and charm my way out of things. But men like that always make me feel like shit."

Men often saw you as something you weren't and while you hated that, you knew how to use it to your advantage when you needed too.

"Wouldn't have let them actually touch you," Izzy told you, his conviction a little surprising.

"I know. You being there was why I wasn't afraid," you confessed with a small smile. You knew that if you slipped up, if you couldn't talk your way out of it, Izzy would be there to take over. That managed to pull a faint smile out of the angry first mate.

You knew he didn't really want to talk about it but you had to ask, had to understand. "Were you jealous?"

"If I was jealous about you flirting with men to get us out of trouble, I'd be a pretty big fucking twat," his words lacked his usual heat. He wasn't necessarily protesting, but he sounded guilty.

Sometimes you wondered what went on in Izzy's mind. He had felt jealous and he had felt guilty about it. He could be hard work sometimes. (All the time).

"I was flirting with men, if you felt a particular type of way about me, it would make sense that you were a little jealous. I wouldn't like seeing somebody I care about flirt with somebody else, no matter the situation. Wouldn't be mad at them, but might be a little jealous in the moment," you reasoned. Truth be told, if you were forced to watch Izzy flirt with somebody even if it was just to get a job done, you would certainly feel some type of way about it.

Izzy didn't respond, but seemed to be taking your words into consideration.

"And I'm sorry about saying that shit about you. Y'know, saying you were just my boss or whatever, that we'd ditch you," you apologised. You were pretty sure he would understand but it still hadn't felt right to say.

"Don't fucking apologise about that, I was making it difficult, you figured it out," Izzy scoffed, making you smile a little. "Didn't say anything that wasn't true anyway," and that took your smile away.

"Yeah I did. Made it sound like you meant nothing to me. Plus, I wouldn't ditch you," you protested, earning another scoff from him. God, he's lucky he's cute. "Were you jealous, Iz?" you asked again and he knew he had to give a real answer if he ever wanted you to drop the topic.

"...yeah...yeah, guess I fucking was, a little," Izzy finally confessed, letting out a heavy breath as he sat down on the edge of his cot, "didn't like the way they were looking at you...that you were letting them, even if you were just playing with them."

You chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too hard. "Well, I'd ask if you'd like to visit the pub and get a drink with me but there might be some creeps waiting there..." you joked, earning a small chuckle from him.

"Had enough drink for today anyway," Izzy admitted. He wasn't much of a drinker these days and he had already been nursing a bottle of rum.

"Another time then?"

Izzy looked at you for a moment, squinting slightly until deciding that you were being genuine, not messing with him. You were looking at him like you looked at those men, your gaze was soft, your smile sincere.

"Sure," he agreed, knowing he said the right thing when your smile grew.

"You going to come back up onto deck with me? If I spend too long down here, Pete will probably think you've killed me," you asked.

"Spriggs will think we're buggering," Izzy muttered. You were so caught off guard by his comment, at least that it was coming from him, you couldn't help but let out a shout of laughter. "I fucking hate this ship," he complained, even if he did smile at the sound of your laugh.

"I know, love. Let's get back up there and listen to some of Pete's stories," you decided against questioning him, protesting that he didn't hate the Revenge or its crew as much as he claimed too.

"Pete's lies," he corrected, but he still stood from his cot, straightening out his clothes.

"But they're pretty entertaining," you wiggled your eyebrows playfully.

"Alright, go on then," Izzy's high was clearly put on but you didn't comment on it.

You just gave him another smile before leading him back up towards the deck. As you walked through the corridors of the Revenge, you took the chance and linked your arm through his. He didn't protest.

"Will you sit with me?" you asked as you approached the steps that led to the deck.

"You want me too?" Izzy asked, looking at you briefly.

"Please?" you gave his arm a little tug, assuring him that you wanted him sit beside you.

"...yeah, yeah, okay," Izzy agreed with a small, somewhat nervous, nod.

You smiled at him again, quickly sneaking a kiss to the corner of his mouth before taking hold of his elbow and dragging him up onto the deck.

[leatherbookmark]

oops, objective "don't read stupid ass takes" failed :(

"izzy is not suicidal, like yeah he shot himself in the head but he missed and besides that was EPISODES ago, he has since found community and joy and acceptance and saying he's suicidal is erasing all that. now ed, however," ah, well, if it was only once, then it doesn't matter i suppose.

"blackbeard is both ed and izzy, ed can't be free of blackbeard if izzy is alive, and if izzy dies, ed will never return to being blackbeard" i'm sorry. let me make sure i heard you right. even when both izzy and ed have found love and acceptance, even when izzy is his own person, having "divorced" ed in episode 3, even after izzy's shown being supportive of ed loving stede and quitting being a pirate... izzy still has to die to free ed. and this is fine and normal, and not the proof that there's something kinda Fucking Wrong with ed. sometimes you just can't be fully happy until that one person who's moved on from you and from whom you have moved on as well is fucking dead. and that's okay! hashtag self care. i gotta be honest i'm impressed. i don't remember hearing of a more fucked up dynamic, and this one belongs to a silly comedy show! truly, the writing for this show is exceptional. and by that i mean at this point i'm starting to wonder whether i've had a stroke at some point and it's only catching up to me now

"what would izzy do? just stay on the revenge and whittle? he's not fit for hard physical labor, and he doesn't want to be a captain, so he has to go!" uh oh, black pete, i have bad news for you. no no, enjoy your husband first, taste the marital bliss, make some precious memories! god knows you're going to need them once we kill him off for being useless unfit for physical labor. ha! lighthearted jokes aside, um, wow. i, er, can't quite find my words yet, so, um, well, it's. it's a pirate story, and pirates were famously all fully abled, like, can you imagine a pirate with a wooden leg doing pirate shit? that's, that's unrealistic, it doesn't-- hm? "he’s found value in not having a distinct role or purpose on the ship, decoupling his worth from the job he’s expected to perform"? aah, huh. hmm. well. well that's. hm. yknow guys i'll get back to you later i think, i need to sit on this one

"do you really think con, an experienced actor and an adult, would feel bad about izzy dying? especially after getting to explore this character so well, especially after djenks has said he took it well?" well i can't say what con would feel because i don't know the man personally, right, but if i had a chance to explore a character i really like, play him finding his happiness, queerness and place to belong unconditionally, and then found out -- halfway through the shooting, despite my character's death apparently being known to the writers from the very beginning -- that he dies shot by the antagonist who symbolizes everything he hates, not even during a fight or a duel, not even protecting someone he loves, but just because he was the nearest pirate, and his last words are all about inspiring the guy whose lil depressive episode cost him a leg to fucking, hashtag be free and live his truth, while everyone else kinda just stood by and watched and didn't even try to help, i guess because eh, if he dies he dies, then actually yeah, i would think it's a little bit unfair, i suppose. but that's just me of course

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced asked: [ hostage ] in a police standoff, my muse holds your muse hostage. +reverse, izzy "holding garrus hostage" (as per garrus's idea, they're pretending) to flee the citadel in crime!izzy c-sec!garrus verse

Shit! Shit shit shit shit FUCK!!

This, Isabela thinks to herself as she unlocks her weapons locker, casting a wary glance at the C-Sec officer who's been hounding her for months, having only recently chased her through the Wards trying to arrest her, not quite trusting his sudden change of heart when he suggests she take him hostage, is absolutely insane, on both his and her part.

Because he's not just some patrol officer. She's looked into him - he's a fucking detective, and the son of one of C-Sec's best investigators, though his father has since retired and returned to Palaven. She has no way of being sure of his motives, but right now, she has to get out of here, and he isn't necessarily wrong...

He is her best chance of getting out. Whether or not she can get out alive, on the other hand, is a completely different matter. And she certainly doesn't trust that he won't just arrest her himself once they've escaped the scene.

"This is a horrible idea," she notes, turning her focus on the stash inside the locker, grabbing her M-5 Phalanx, M-11 Suppressor, and M-12 Locust, arming herself before grabbing several flashbang grenades, just in case she gets cornered. Because even if Vakarian is temporarily on her side, it's not like C-Sec is likely to try to take him out with lethal force.

"Not to mention excessive," she grumbles as she makes sure to keep as many objects between herself and the apartment windows as possible - even with the custom reinforced glass, she doesn't trust C-Sec not to be setting up snipers, though at least their best sniper happens to be trapped in the apartment with her.

Looking back at the turian, she sighs, "You've dug into my case - you know how I operate. I didn't kill anyone, because if I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have left a fucking breadcrumb trail straight to my hideout." She won't say she wouldn't kill anyone - she's not in the habit of doing so, but sometimes it's unavoidable. This time, however, she can truthfully claim innocence in that much, at least. "Someone's paying C-Sec for this raid... and I think I might know who..."

[wristful]

how awful do you think i am? /octavia

will sighs - long, low, under his breath. wants badly out of this conversation and out their little house and out of new york, bat out of hell style. he'd drive at this point if it mattered.

" -- i don't... think you're awful. " he doesn't. really, he doesn't, and he tries very hard to think of her in the worst ways because he's biased and annoyed by her and embarrassed that he struggles being happy for, arguably, his best friend in the world. " i'm just -- " jealous. that izzy has her shit worked out with the person she loves and will always seems to be on the backslide with ridley lately. whether it's the incident at the wedding, or the argument in the hall, will can't seem to do right for doing wrong.

" -- i'm just hungry. and being an ass. can we start this evening over? "

[unlikely-gravestones]

Ok here are my current theories about how the reunion of Stede & Ed might go in s2:

1. Stede tracks down The Revenge, intent on going aboard and explaining everything to Ed. One problem; Blackbeard won't let him come up. Period. He won't let Stede on the ship, hardly acknowledges him at all (because he's fucking panicking and not ready and fuck Stede-), so Stedes just stuck trailing behind the ship for days.

Maybe he's still on the dinghy (having left the crew in a nearby town until he could return with Ed and the ship- the crew aren't optimistic about this plan) , or maybe he and his crew have since commandeered a new ship, bc Stede 2.0 kicks ass and takes names. Either way he's stuck trailing behind The Revenge, pissing Izzy "Fuck not this guy again" Hands off, while trying to figure out some way to get to Ed.

Basically Eds plan of dealing with this situation is just to deny that it's happening, which mood.

2. Stede comes aboard after finding The Revenge, and is immediately subjected to the fury of a heart broken Blackbeard. He's angry, he's upset, it culminates with a knife to Stede's throat or a sword in his gut (on the left, of course). But Ed can't bring himself to kill him, so he just makes Stede a prisoner. Stede is more or less a willing prisoner- he'd rather not be chained up in his own ship, but he's with Ed again so. Small wins. I think Stede will approach this new side of Ed with the same kindness he's always tried to show the man- it doesn't matter what Ed says or does, Stede can see he's hurting, and he feels so fucking guilty for being the cause of it...which is why he's here, now, trying to right his wrong.

I think it would be somewhat similar to Chauncey's dialogue with Stede- Ed just saying shit to get a reaction, or to hurt Stede the way Stede hurt him, and Stede just going "I know" "I'm sorry, you're right" "I am" because he does believe he's bad and ruins people and he's not going to disagree with Ed about it because the man is right.

Really I think this theory just consists of Ed not really knowing how to handle the situation, and Stede just willing to do anything to help ease the pain he caused. He doesn't want to hurt Ed anymore than he has, he's not going to defend himself (whether physically or mentally) because why should he? Eds right. And he doesn't want to fight Ed. (please I'm having thoughts about Ed being upset and not knowing how to deal with shit so he just. Makes Stede pick up a sword. And wants to fight him. And Stede just looking between the sword and Ed being like "...I'm not going to do that, Ed. I'm not going to fight you.")

3. Stede 2.0 kicks it up a notch and, while still being kind and all genteman-ly like, really just gets his hands dirty tryna fix shit. I'm thinking grand proclamations of love, showering Ed in gifts (sometimes Ed throws them off board or stabs them immediately after getting them just to see what Stede will do about it, and also maybe bc he's still upset, but Stedes just like "ok! I'll go raid another ship and bring you a different fancy blanket!") (sometimes Ed keeps the gifts though, but that's between him and the lighthouse painting), and just generally trying to coax the Ed he knows to be under that persona back out again.

(If Stede and the crew do indeed have a temporary ship of their own, I imagine the whole time the crew are just like "Stede babes...what the fuck are you doing he's mental")

4. Stede boards the revenge and is completely ignored by Blackbeard bc Ed thinks he's just a ghost. Cue Izzy being like "I thought you were fucking dead! Bastard" and not knowing what to do about Stede roaming about on the ship bc Ed hasn't said anything about it?? He really just believes it's Stede coming back to haunt him, so he just...lets it happen. Stede tries telling him he's really there but Ed won't have any of it.

Also cue Ed just mindlessly talking to Stede about shit and it making Stede really upset; Ed just casually saying that he loves Stede, because he knows that, right? And Stede being all hopeful like "You do?", and then Eds like "Yeah but it fuckin hurts, man. Too hyped up in all those fairytales". Or Ed just brushing over how Stede's been haunting him for months. And Stede's like "?? I arrived yesterday" and Ed just being like "You didn't 'arrive' anywhere- you're dead, remember. That's why you've been following me around for months...saying I'm the reason you're dead and shit. Real Stede would remember that."

And Stede realising he's not the only one being haunted by his guilt.

[tmialec]

(i didn't know whether to comment it or message you so I just went with this cause it seemed like the safest option and i was nervous :) ) They're both in the musical and Magnus is the lead and really outgoing and popular, while Alec works the lights and set and doesn't talk much. Alec has a crush on Magnus but they have never really talked... Something along that would be really cool and it's been on my mind FOREVER :))))

I absolutely love this idea! read the first chapter on ao3 here 

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: be not her maid, since she is envious; her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!”  Magnus’ words were like silk to everyone listening. Alec had become entranced by the golden boy. He’d forgotten where he was.

“She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, ‘tis not to me she speaks: two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her -  ALEC!!!” Alec hadn’t even noticed that the spot light had completely drifted to stage right, nearly causing Magnus to fall off the edge.

“I’m sorry! I got distracted.” Alec shouts from the control booth. He could sense the anger on everyone’s face. This was the third time today that they had to do this scene. “Can we run through it again? Just one last time?”

Magnus scoffed. “You’re lucky opening night isn’t for another three weeks Lightwood.”

After that the scene went on without a hitch, allowing everyone to finally be let out of rehearsal. Alec could tell that Magnus wasn’t too fond him, but that certainly wasn’t the case the other way around. But he would never admit that out loud.

“Got caught staring again? Seriously big bro you have got to make a move.” Isabelle had walked in without him noticing. She had been helping out with stage design. She claims it’s because she wants to be involved more in Alec’s life, but he thinks it has more to do with the ‘nerd-hot’ boy playing Mercutio.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Iz. I just got distracted by the scene.” Alec defended. Alec was tensing up. He wasn’t ready for anyone to know. So he did what he does best, deviate. “Besides, I noticed you spilled paint on Simon’s backpack, and don’t even try telling me that it wasn’t just some ploy to get him to take his eyes off of Fray.”

But he should have known better, this is Izzy he’s talking to. “Hey, I’m not denying my actions, and neither should you. You have got to make a move on Clary now, I’ve seen Jace eyeing her in the halls. I don’t want to have to be the voice of reason when you two decide you want to kill each other for her.” Alec was perplexed.

“Wait, hold up, you think I like Clary?”

“It’s kind of obvious. Every time her and Magnus have a scene together, you some how find a way to mess things up.” She looked up at Alec, laughing. But Alec was not nearly as amused as she. This was Alec’s way of admitting that something was wrong, but not actually saying anything. He did this a lot, so when his reaction to being accused to liking Clary was met with a blank stare, she knew something was up. And that’s when she realized. “Wait, do you like Magnus!?”

This accusation was immediately met with Alec dragging her into the costume closet.

“So I’m gonna take this as a yes.” Izzy chuckled.

“Shut Up Isabelle! I do not like Magnus Bane! Or any other guy for that matter” Alec hissed.

“As much as I’d like to believe you, we’re quite literally in a closet right now.”

Alec finally regained the courage to look his sister in the eyes. There was no way he was digging himself out of this hole now. He still couldn’t find it in himself to put what he was thinking into words, but his eyes had said it all. You can’t tell anyone.

Izzy practically leaped into his arms. “Ah! I always knew.” she said excitedly.

Alec rolled his eyes at that. “Sure, Izzy. Because two minutes ago you didn’t think i was head-over-heels for Clary Fray. Admit it, I was very convincing.”

“That you were, until you decided that gushing over Magnus Bane was more important than the play.” Izzy laughed. She finally released Alec from her embrace and looked him deep in the eyes. “Does anyone else know?”

Alec sighed. “No, just you, and I plan on keeping it that way.”

This had Izzy uneasy. She only wanted what was best for her brother. “You can’t keep bottling things up, Alec. It’s only a matter of time before they explode, and not the fun kind of explode.”

“When is there ever a 'fun kind of explode’?” Alec asked in an attempt to change the subject.

“Well, in Magnus’ case, a glitter-explosion would suffice.”

Izzy had gotten a ride home from Simon, so Alec was able to stay later to get some set work done. Izzy wasn’t too much help while drooling over that Lewis kid. Alec kept trying to tell her that it was a dead end. He only had eyes for Clary, but still, she persisted, just like she always did.

He finished painting the final pillar and decided to call it a night. Usually when staying out this late, the parking lot would be completely empty, that’s why Alec was so surprised when he saw Magnus slumped up against his car, clearly not in the best mood. Alec wasn’t the social butterfly his siblings were, so walking up to Magnus and seeing what was the matter wasn’t something he’d ever do. But somehow his body didn’t receive the memo as he was already feet away from the glittery boy.

“What seems to be the problem?” Alec asked, taking Magnus by surprise, as he didn’t see Alec walk up behind him.

“I left my lights on and now my car won’t start. And to top that off, my phone is dead so I couldn’t call anyone to come and pick me up.” Magnus explained, clearly frustrated.

“Sounds like you need a jump start. Lucky for you I’ve got some jumper cables in my truck.” Alec said, unintentionally sounding flirty.

“Seriously? You’re an angel Alexander.” Magnus shouted graciously.

“It’s actually just Alec.” he protested.

“I like Alexander better.”

It only took a few minutes for Magnus’ car to start up.

“My goodness Alexander you’re a life-saver.” Magnus shouted from inside his car.

Alec disconnected the cables from his car and threw them into the back of his truck. Then he met Magnus at his drivers window.

“You know, you’re not that bad Lightwood.” Magnus said, reaching out his hand. Alec shook it promptly, not even realizing that Magnus had slipped a small piece of paper in between his fingers before driving off.

(917) 555-5672

Call Me.

- Magnus