#pete black

[dragonmuse]

I have decided my prompt! Can I please have Pete, Lucius, and Izzy having a sleepover for some reason? (Maybe the apartment is being fumigated or the carpet is being replaced or something and Pete stays with Luc and Izzy?) Bonus points if one of them makes them all do traditional sleepover stuff. Also feel free to include any of the other Callahan gang!!!

(ook so this prompt was adorable and I started in on it right away and it's uh...a little past ficlet length. enjoy!)

He was halfway through making his lunches for the week when his phone buzzed. It was Lucius’ vibration pattern, two long, one short. Sundays were a weird day for him to be calling. Really calling at all. Lucius preferred to text, even if just to ask if he could call. 

“What’s wrong?” he demanded. 

“Our heat went out,” Lucius groaned, not even pretending everything was fine for a ribbing bit about Izzy’s phone manners. Yikes. “Two hours ago.” 

“Shit.”  It was a frigid night, the kind that burrowed into the bones. “What happened?” 

“Don’t know yet, our landlord is still waiting on the repair tech. Apparently a lot of furnaces are failing with cold snap.” 

“Come over.” 

“Yeah, that’s the plan, but can I bring Pete? John and Frenchie are going to sleep in Roach’s weird second bedroom. Jim and Oluwande offered their futon-” 

“It’s fine, pup.” 

“Oh thank fuck, I really did not want him to be on that shitty futon. Thank you.” 

“Did you eat?” Izzy asked, already mentally ticking over what was in the fridge. 

“We had a lot of soup. Eating hot things was helping. Maybe just put on some decaf?” 

“I can do that.” 

“Kay, we’ll be there in a half hour.” 

Izzy finished his lunch prep, then pushed the coffee table out of the way so they could pull out the bed when they were ready to sleep. Clean linens, blankets and pillows went out onto the coffee table in easy reach. 

What the hell did one else do to prepare for an overnight guest? Last time Pete had slept over, Lucius had taken care of everything because Izzy had been concussed into uselessness.  

Izzy made a pot of decaf. He washed and put away his dishes. Everything was spotless, his cleaning lady had been by just that morning. He stood uselessly in the kitchen, listening to the coffee percolate. 

Izzy: emergency overnight guest. Necessities? 

Mary: clean place to sleep, food and drink if needed, listening ear. Should be fine.  

Izzy: thanks. how’d did Doug’s blondies go over? 

Mary: he’s the king of the bake sale. The president of the PTA hit on him. I had to intervene so he didn’t blush himself to death. 

Izzy: she hit on him in front of you? at a school event? Hilda really is a total waste of space. 

Mary:  I keep telling you. The worst. Your plan is working though. I’ll have her ousted by the end of the year. 

Izzy: good. 

That was when he heard the elevator. Phone back in his pocket, he got down mugs. Pete took sugar, he was pretty sure, so he put that in easy reach too.  

The key turned in the lock and Lucius came in with Pete hot on his heels. Usually, Izzy would expect a hello kiss. Would he still get one? Was that weird just now?

“Hi,” Lucius groaned, crossed the room and kissed him thoroughly. Not weird. Izzy relaxed a few notches. “Thank you. I know this isn’t your favorite.” 

“It’s okay,” he said readily. “There’s decaf. And clean things for the couch when you’re ready for it.” 

“Beautiful,” Lucius sighed and kissed him again, then turned to coffemaker. 

“Hi,” Pete had a duffel bag with him, slung over his shoulder. “We going to kiss hello too? Because I don’t do tongue unless you’re going to put out.” 

“Fuck off, Black,” Izzy huffed out a laugh which made Pete grin, apparently his intent. “Put your shit down and don’t trample my cat.” 

“Like Sweeney will make an appearance?” Lucius scoffed. “He’s probably trying to become one with the floor under your bed already.” 

“Probably,” Izzy agreed. 

“Hello couch!” Pete was saying. “We meet again. I’ve missed your warm embrace.” 

“He wants to replace our living room couch,” Lucius shook his head. “So, you going to go hide with the cat or watch a movie with us?” 

“I have a choice?” 

“You have a choice.” 

Izzy watched Lucius pour coffee, retrieving the small container of whole milk that only existed for him in the first place. This was Lucius’ home.  Pete was a guest, but Lucius could host as easily as Izzy, he realized. He really could just go read in the bedroom and it wouldn’t be that weird. No one would care. Lucius would tease him, but what didn’t Lucius tease him about? 

“What movie?” 

“Babe! What are we watching again?” 

“Uh, depends if I can remember my Hulu password or not. Izzy doesn’t have it,” Pete had the tv on already, flipping through the apps. 

“We don’t?” Lucius glanced at Izzy. 

“Just Netflix.” 

“Huh, I never noticed. Guess because of the cable. Oh, babe! Izzy has cable. Just check on demand!” 

“Cable?” Pete’s eyes went wide. “Wait, does that mean you have HBO?” 

“Yeah, I’m a high fucking roller.” 

“Oh shit,” Lucius groaned. “He’s been trying to get me to watch Game of Thrones forever.” 

“The one with the dragons and tits?” Izzy frowned. 

“That’s what I said. But apparently there’s a plot or something. Save me.” 

Instead, Izzy sat on one of the couch while Lucius after a moment’s hesitation, realized he was in prime position to get the most out of his lifestyle choices for once, dropping his head onto Pete’s lap and his feet onto Izzy’s so he could get his hair pet and his feet rubbed at the same time.  

“I don’t care if this show sucks ass, this is the best day of my life,” Lucius declared. 

“The show doesn’t suck,” Pete rolled his eyes, turning it on. “And you said it was the worst day of your life two hours ago.” 

“I was cold and no one would huddle with me for warmth.” 

“I had to use the bathroom, babe.” 

“Cruel abandonment.” 

Izzy really hoped neither of them noticed the trouble he was having maintaining a neutral facial expression. They were fools, but they were very entertaining ones at the moment. Then the show got underway and Izzy mostly admired the fuckoff huge swords until things got weird. 

“Wait. Aren’t they related?” Lucius asked and Izzy was relieved he didn’t have to be the one to voice it. 

“Oh yeah, it’s a whole thing.” 

Another few minutes and Izzy’s eyes went wide, “Did he just kill that kid?” 

“To keep their secret! Awful right?” 

“That’s so fucking stupid,” Izzy shook his head. “Kids are terrible witnesses, you just pull the little bastard inside and throw a lot of details at him until he gets confused, so he sounds weird when he tries to explain then send him on his way. You kill a kid and everyone is looking for the kid killer. It fucks up the whole thing.” 

“...and it’s bad to kill kids,” Lucius filled in. 

“Well fucking obviously.” 

“How do you watch any kind of tv with him?” Pete asked, with what sounded like awe. 

“It’s awesome,” Lucius grinned. “I learn so many new things.” 

“That’s like the literal plot of the first season.” 

“Yeah, cause no one else could see it coming that offing a kid is a bad idea,” Izzy huffed. 

The show was grim. People were terrible and did terrible things to each other.  Lucius fell asleep halfway through the second episode, apparently as a defense mechanism considering his constant grumbling. 

“Does it stay like this the whole time?” Izzy asked. 

“Uh, mostly? Don’t watch the last season because everyone said it was a let down.” 

“Huh. Not bad,” he decided. “Might watch more.”

“I’ve got a feeling I know who you’ll wind up liking the best,” Pete grinned. 

“Yeah?” Izzy wrinkled his nose. “Who?” 

“No, if I tell you now, you won’t believe me.” 

(It took Izzy two months to work through the show.  

“Okay,” he asked as he spotted Pete on the bench press. “Who did you think would be my favorite?” 

“Jaime Lannister.” 

“How the fuck did you know that?”

“Let’s call it a lucky guess.” 

“Who was yours?” 

“Davos Seaworth.” 

“Yeah, okay, good pick.” ) 

As soon as the noise of the show stopped, Lucius was awake. “Now I’m kind of hungry.” 

“Me too,” Pete stretched. “Soup wasn’t that filling.” 

“Oh! Iz, can we have toddler charcuterie?” 

“What’s that?” Pete blinked. 

“An Izzy special,” Lucius said solemnly. 

“Read is a blabbing brat,” Izzy determined. “But yeah, fine. I could eat too.” 

As soon as he was on his feet, Lucius was too, pulling down plates and cutting up the cheese while Izzy got down the crackers and found the remains of the salami that Pickles routinely devoured like it was going out of style. 

“Strawberries or grapes?” He checked in. 

“Grapes, thanks,” Pete watched them both with a small smile. 

“What?” Izzy set down a plate in front of him. 

“Nothing. It’s just nice, that’s all. Don’t get to see you two being all domestic.” 

“Is it domestic if one of us isn’t fully domesticated?” Lucuis teased. 

“You’ll get the hang of not biting eventually,” Izzy muttered and Pete barked out a laugh. 

“Mean, so mean,” Lucius said around his own giggles. “And you wouldn’t want me to, anyway.”  

The final plate looked almost like it was actually for adults, if Lucius hadn’t arranged the salami into eyes and the cheese into a lopsided smile. 

“Why?” Izzy asked, aggrieved. 

“So I can do this,” Pete picked up one salami eye and replaced it with a grape, “He’s a pirate now! Salami is an eyepatch.” 

Izzy rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. 

“Adorable,” Lucius deemed and started in on the cheese. “Oh, hey, babe, I can show you that cute pharmacy I always tell you about in the morning.” 

“Which one?” Izzy blinked. 

“You know that one that’s all old timey and does the nice window displays.” 

“It’s just not owned by a massive chain,” Izzy shrugged. “Not really sure how they managed that.” 

“It’s family-owned and the family owns the whole building,” Lucius picked up a cracker. “The girl with the Marilyn Monroe piercing, who works the register, told me when I asked.” 

“Cool, I’ve got some things I could pick up,” Pete said. 

“Wait that’s what that piercing is called?” Izzy caught up with the rest of Lucius’ statement. “Why?” 

“Cause Marilyn Monroe had a mole there and people have thought it was cool for forever, apparently.” 

“Isn’t that painful?” 

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who got bathtub tattoos.” 

“Come on,” Pete’s eyebrows went up. “You didn’t get your tattoos done in a bathtub?” 

“No,” Izzy said primly, suddenly very interested in the cheese. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, a bathtub might’ve been too practical,” Lucius rolled his eyes. “Bathroom floor, obviously better.” 

“That was just the dagger,” he muttered. 

“But you’re such a clean freak!” Pete protested. 

“I was younger. Probably dumber. Definitely drunker.” 

“My entire world no longer makes sense,” Pete said mournfully and finished eating his salami. 

Lucius phone buzzed and he took it out, “Okay, so apparently the furnace blew...something. Anyway, they can get someone in to fix it tomorrow. So lucky you, goblin, just a hot one night stand.” 

“If they get the part,” Izzy pointed out. “Either way. It’s fine.” 

“Even though I’m exposing all your literally dirty secrets?” 

“Yes, pup,” he touched Lucius’ wrist with a single finger, a brief point of contact. “Pete told me you two talk about me a long time ago. Figured I didn’t have many of those kinds of secrets left.” 

“Pete!” 

“What?” Pete asked around around a cracker. “Don’t you talk about me to him?” 

“I mean, yeah, obviously,” Lucius frowned. “But I figured that was an open secret kind of thing where we don’t acknowledge it.” 

Pete shrugged, “It’s not like you’re blabbing the important stuff.” 

“Yeah,” Izzy agreed. “Probably be fucking weird if you never mentioned us to each other.” 

“Wait.” Lucius took a step back and looked between them. “You totally gossip about me when you’re being all tough and manly at the gym, don’t you?” 

“No,” they said in unison and it took everything in Izzy not to turn and glare at Pete for the distinct panic in his voice. 

“Oh my god, how did I never realize that,” Lucius considered then beamed. “That’s so fucking cool. I know it’s not sex stuff because Izzy would rather die, so it’s gotta be cute other shit. Do you complain about me?” 

Pete wisely said nothing and let Izzy handle that one with his interrogation-trained blankness, “Never.” 

“Oooooh you do!” Lucius giggled. “Wow. Amazing.” 

“You’re happy about that?” Pete checked. 

“I mean, obviously I’m flawless and amazing, but I have been told by some people in this very room that I have a few irritating habits. If you two bitch at each other about them instead of at me, I think that’s a win-win.” 

Izzy turned fractionally to stare at Pete until he went wide eyed and gave a nod. The truth would never be known:  That they pretty much never managed to really complain because the complaints turned to endearment almost immediately. Lucius was too...Lucius for them to work up much shared annoyance. If they mostly just talked about how much they liked him and then agreed the conversation was untenable in its sickly sweetness and changed topics, that was their business. 

“Sure, we all win, sweetie,” Pete managed to say with a mostly straight face. Good enough. 

“You know if this is just one night, then it’s basically a sleepover,” Lucius pointed out, apparently done gnawing on that conversational bone for now. “We should do sleepover stuff?” 

“Like what?” Pete grinned. “Gonna have a pillow fight? Do each other’s nails?” 

“Play truth or dare?” Lucius suggested with an equally playful grin. 

“None of that ends well for me,” Izzy determined. 

“What do you mean?” Lucius lifted his eyebrows. 

“Either my pillows get fucked or I accidently give one of you a black eye. I wind up with nail polish on and Eddy gives me the business for the next 500 years. And the two of you have no fucking shame, so it would be easy to gang up on me for truth or dare with you would absolutely do.” 

“...yeah, that’s true,” Pete conceded. “We really would.” 

“Aw, no fun,” Lucius gusted out a sigh. “What do people even do at sleepovers if they’re not fucking?” 

“When I was a kid, mostly we kind of tortured each other,” Pete considered. “Whoever fell asleep first got covered in marker and we put their hands in warm water or shaving cream or something.”

“Don’t think I did a lot of them,” Izzy turned over memories. “Yeah, no. Stay out all night when I was older, but not sleepovers.” 

“What’d you just roam the city streets?” Pete asked.

“Sure. Still shit, break windows. One guy I knew was pretty good with spray paint.” 

“Hooligan,” Lucius deemed. “Sounds fun. You never got picked up?” 

“Nah. We’d just scatter if we saw a cop car. They didn’t bother trying after a block or two to really nail us.” 

“What about you, babe? Sleepovers?” 

“No,” Lucius popped a piece of cheese in his mouth. “When I was younger Mom wouldn’t let me and once we were teenagers, didn’t have any guy friends and girls weren’t allowed to have me stay the night.” 

They were all quiet for a minute. 

“Wait!” Pete set down the cracker sandwich he’d been building. “Do you think that pharmacy is open now?” 

“Yeah, they go until midnight,” Izzy said. “But it’s just a store.” 

“Okay, sure, but one of the things we used to do was take like a few dollars and go to the corner store and see who could buy the coolest thing for less than five bucks.” 

“How small was your town?” Izzy asked incredulously. 

“Shut up. Small,” Pete huffed. “But it’s fun. Come on.” 

“Make it ten,” Lucius grinned. “You know that nothing costs five dollars anymore.” 

Which was how Izzy found himself in a pharmacy after ten o’clock at night, without actually needing emergency medical supplies for the first time in years.  He hadn’t really thought much about what a place this sold that wasn’t advil, but as he went up and down the aisles there was a surprising amount of food. Pete had located a toy section and poking delightedly at some truly hideous stuffed animals. Lucius was standing in front of a wall of school supplies, apparently already having forgotten what they’d set out to do as he studied a set of colored pencils with his eyebrows knit together. 

Izzy left them to it and went to where he’d been planning to go since Pete suggested the whole ridiculous idea anyway.  He faced the display, gave a resigned sigh and picked up the item. Truly he had left behind any shred of dignity he’d once desperately clung too in the Revenge’s alleyway. 

He bought his item first by a long shot and took his bag outside to wait. Pete came out, looking pleased with himself. 

“Who’s going to judge this shit?” Izzy realized. 

“Eh, there’s usually an obvious winner.” 

“Seems like a way to start an argument.” 

“Oh, probably. We can dial a friend to tiebreak if we need to. Everyone is probably still awake.” 

Izzy was usually already in bed at this time unless he was waiting up for Lucius. Revenge people ran on a different time zone, he figured.  Lucius drifted out a few minutes later and they wound up back where they’d started, with the already much depleted cheese platter once more under attack. 

“Your idea, babe, you go first,” Lucius declared. 

“Look at this baby,” Pete pulled out a very small plastic trashcan with a bright label. “Trashbot!” 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s a bot made of things found in the trash, but it’s a surprise which one you get,” he handed it to Izzy. 

“Why?” He turned it over in his hands. It rattled a little, making its contents known. 

“Fun. It’s a toy. You put it together, it’s a surprise, and it’s probably got a pun name.” 

Izzy handed it off to Lucius, who also shook it, “I never got the garbage obsession. Garbage Can Kids were a thing when I was middle school too.” 

“Gross stuff was the best,” Pete sighed, taking it back from him. “Let me build it, you’ll see. What’d you get babe?” 

“Kind of also went the kid way,” he pulled out a box of markers, familiar in their bright yellow and green packaging. Then he pulled out the little notebook/sketchpad he tended to keep on him. “I always wanted these.” 

“Markers?” Pete asked dubiously. “You definitely had markers.” 

“Not these.” Lucius pulled out the purple, uncapped it and pressed down. When he pulled up there was a little paw print. “Stampers!” 

“Are they all animal prints?” Izzy regarded the box, already guessing who’s hands those would wind up in. Pickle would be delighted. 

“Hearts, stars, other little things,” Lucius made a convincing trail of paw prints. “Look how cute!” 

“Very,” Pete agreed, as he worked the plastic off his toy. “Izzy?” 

He set the bag down and without comment pulled out a single glass bottle of nail polish (black because black was still cool and he did have a tiny sliver of dignity left maybe). 

“Awww!” Lucius snatched it up. “Izzy wins.” 

“Misdirection,” Pete accused. 

“Eddy already gives me a hard time and probably won’t stop until both of us are dead,” Izzy shrugged. “So it’s still true.” 

“I get to do yours?” Lucius bounced on his feet. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

It didn’t look bad, actually. It did mean they wound up watching something else why they dried. Pete didn’t get his done, but only because he apparently had to put on pressons tomorrow for his act so they’d only get ruined. He did do Lucius’ for him and they looked good on him too.  

Izzy cracked a yawn halfway through whatever movie it was that Lucius had picked out to watch during those goings on. 

“Head to bed,” Lucius elbowed him. “I’ll get the food.” 

“Yeah,” he touched one nail gingerly and found it dry. “Night, pup. Pete.” 

He got to his feet and used the restroom. The flashes of black while he brushed his teeth were distracting , but not bad. When he walked into his bedroom, he found Lucius sitting on the bed. 

“Thought you’d take the couch. Pete’s night.” 

“I am,” Lucius reached for him and Izzy walked right into the circle of his arms. “But I wanted a kiss good night. The good kind and I figured you’d want privacy.” 

“Yeah,” he breathed out than leaned down to get the very long, detailed kind of kiss that sometimes signaled the end of their evenings, but more often started them off. “Good night, pup.” 

Lucius dusted another kiss over Izzy’s cheek, gently pushed him back and stood. “Good night, goblin. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

And it was weirdly not that weird to watch him leave and listen to him and Pete talk in the other room. It was fine to turn off the light and get under the covers, knowing they were both still awake and his bed would stay empty.  It would’ve been empty tonight anyway, but he’d gotten kissed and there’d been conversation and company. It wasn’t so bad. 

“Mew,” Sweeney jumped up onto the bed and started kneading the spot by Izzy’s feet where he usually slept. 

Izzy fell asleep even with the little noises in the other room. In the morning, Pete just walked to the gym with him and Read (who made lots of sympathetic noises upon hearing about the furnace) and it wasn’t that different from days they met up there.  

When he got to work, Jim zeroed on his hands almost immediately. They grinned. 

“Have a fun sleepover, boss?” 

“No thanks to you and your piece of shit futon.” 

“Why do you think I have a piece of shit futon?” They rolled their eyes. “Looks good, any way.” 

It wasn’t like it became a thing or anything. But maybe once and a while, Izzy would crack open the bottle on his own. The smell held good memories now.

[nocturneequuis]

An Entry for AUPril day 18 Rating: T Read @: Ao3 Summary: Pete Black is a man of mystery with many secrets. Not, you know, great ones, but secrets are secrets. However his biggest, and the one closest to his heart, might turn his boyfriend of two weeks, Lucius, off him. Can he bear to hide his heart? Or will he have to tell the truth by becoming... Fearless?

[izzy-hands]

#i’m not crying, you’re crying

[ofmdaily]

average 18th century vernacular

[casmick-consequences]

literally the king of oneliners

[part 2]

[cliopadra]

Apparently it’s #IzzyIsThriving day, so excuse me while I pause my mental health break to throw a tipsy doodle of a crew cuddle pile at you guys

[bizarrelittlemew]

Lucius and Pete reunited 💗

[gentlebeard]

lucius and black pete fucking for 24 hours and therefore missing the attack means one thing: gay sex saves lives. your move, homophobes

[jay-wasstuff]

[soapbubbles511]

LOVED to see Frenchie running scams again and recruiting the Revenge crew to help. Replica planks. Lucius signing fake Stede autographs for Black Pete to sell. Wee John doing Stede tattoos. Use your captain's new found infamy to grift everyone in sight. You're doing amazing babes.

[dragonmuse]

Ages and ages ago Glass O’Lemonade asked for Pete’s POV on his first meeting with Lucius. 

The guy was stunning. Not handsome, not hot. Pete had seen a lot of handsome, hot guys over the years. Objectively some of them had been a lot hotter than the guy Bonnet had just brought in through the backdoor. Pete had slept with hotter guys than him.

He’d never understood the word ‘stunner’ before this though. He was tall, which Pete had always like, and his shoulders were broad, perfect to hold onto. But it was just something about his face. The wry smile, the sweep of his hair, his very presence as he moved into the room that left Pete wordless. No one else seemed to notice his arrival, the game continuing on as if nothing had changed.

“Hey,” Pete elbowed Roach. “Who’s the guy?” 

Roach glanced up, then back at his cards. “Stede is trying to find a bartender again. RIP Marcel, I guess.” 

“Was that his name?” John frowned. “I thought it was Marcus.” 

“That was two guys ago,” Roach shook his head. “I fold.” 

The game went on, but Pete’s attention was barely on it. He watched the guy settle on the barstool and the way he answered Stede’s questions with his eyes on the man’s face, posture perfect, but his hands knotted together in his lap. When he got up to start making drinks, he had a slow grace to him, even if his face looked frozen in polite terror. 

Don’t be afraid of Bonnet, Pete wanted to tell him.  He’s a soft touch. 

The man mixed and poured, and then started setting glasses down. When the last one alighted, Pete could see his face fall. Something had gone wrong. The fatigue that crossed his face, the resignation was so familiar that Pete’s chest ached and he was on his feet before he’d thought about what he was doing. 

Looking directly at the guy would’ve rendered him useless, so he kept his focus on Bonnet. 

“Bonnet!” He shouted. 

“Little busy!” Bonnet chirped. 

“We were wondering- oh, hey cocktails,” Pete reached for the one that had given the guy agony and tossed it back. He had no idea what had gone wrong with it. Tasted like booze and sugar to him, so it was probably fine. “Anyway, we were thinking about the first number and none of us can actually tap dance.”

It wasn’t hard to distract Bonnet. The guy was easily wooed by the next shiny thought. Satisfied that he’d done what he could, Pete slinked back to the poker table. 

“What are you up to?” John asked him. 

“Getting us out of learning how to tap dance.” 

“Good man.” 

The tension in the guy’s face was gone when Pete looked up again. His shoulders had gone loose too. As Pete was accessing him, the guy made eye contact from across the room. Fucking stunner. 

Pete found his senses quickly enough to wink. An incandescent smile broke over the man’s face, making his eyes crinkle up. 

It had been in Pete’s interest to become bold about his intentions over the years. He wasn’t much good at flirting and he’d gotten rejected often enough to know he wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea lookwise. But you could get far by being direct and reasonably polite. 

The new bartender met that energy and doubled down on it. Lucius was bold, instantly flirty, and so direct it was a little like being hit by a train. It had been a risk asking if he wanted to get dinner after their cleaning closet suckfest, but again Lucius had met him with the same energy. 

He kept on doing that. How could Pete do anything except fall in love with him? Lucius took his hand and tugged him along to new things just as often as he let Pete do the same. They explored the city that Pete had thought he’d known, did things in the bedroom that Pete had never had a partner long enough to be comfortable with trying, and made new little traditions that felt as old as time immediately. 

There was no way Pete could know from the first time he carried a mug of coffee to Lucius in bed and then got back under the covers with him that it would be something he did for the rest of his life. 

There was no way he could’ve. But even then, in his heart of hearts, he hoped that it would be.

[frogcabbage]

Pete and Lucius below deck fucking nasty:

[dcvina-claires]

say what you want about him but black pete didn’t miss even once this season. “oh look, running water” “i can’t do it. i’ve never even seen one of these things before” “you have impeccable balance, babe” “they must’ve been really into geometry” “you’re making it really hard to look up to you right now” “come find me when blackbeard isn’t living in your head rent free” “i never hear anything about the fact that you lived” “we’re sort of in the pre revenge window” just absolute bangers all around, no one is doing it like him

[casmick-consequences]

lucius' biggest, most genuine smiles always being reserved for pete is something that can be so personal

[ghostface-knight]

i've got some big news for the person who left this comment on the black friday trailer

[saltpepperbeard]

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