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When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! They made this amazing piece for this this work; go support them with reblogs so it can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this as well! You’re input means a lot and I’m truly grateful.

Chapter Summary: Logan and Virgil share a quiet moment away from their ship as Logan tells stories with the stars.

Day 2 Prompt: Songs/Stars

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1349

AO3 link

Chapter Two: The Lines Trace Back to You

The night was still and calm, bringing a quiet respite for the crew of a ship docked on the beach nearby. Waves lapped quietly at the ships hull and lulled even the most dutiful night watcher into a light slumber, entrusting the safety of their fellow shipmates to the vast expanse of peaceful nothing that lay beyond the beach. Soft winds whistled through the sparse trees and kicked up the sand at their bases, irritating the crabs hiding underneath as they hastened to rebury themselves before sunrise. Crickets sang out the last notes of their songs while birds chirped the first of theirs. Up on a nearby hill a man sighed blissfully, hidden from view even from the keenest of eyes and leaning back to relax into the sturdy chest behind him.

Virgil felt a low rumble against his back and smiled, tilting his head back to look at what his designated pillow could be laughing at. Deep green eyes met a deeper blue and not for the first time he felt himself get lost in the other’s gaze. He would sooner throw himself off his own ship in a storm than admit he might be a sap but those eyes had always compromised any notion he might have had that his heart was anything other than soft. A hand came up to cup his jaw and he closed his eyes to feel the ghost of a kiss brush against his forehead. Too soon the feeling passed, replaced instead with the hand crossing over to grip his shoulder and pull him tighter into the heat that radiated off the body behind him. In the chill of the early morning he had never been more grateful to have a living space heater to call his own.

Nuzzling back as Logan rested their chin on top of his head he sighed happily, pouting slightly as another chuckle jostled his position somewhat. He brought his hand up to tap at Logan’s arm to get their attention, snapping out quick motions with his fingers when he was sure he had it.

"What’s so funny?"

“You’re too easy to rile up.” Logan answered affectionately. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to see this side of you. You give orders all day like you were born to the violence of the sea and yet cling to me like a damsel in distress when away from prying eyes. It’s cute.”

Laughing outright as their forearm was bit gently in warning they brought their other hand up to comb through Virgil’s fluffy hair, earning a content purr for their efforts which they figured meant their apologetic offer had been accepted. They leaned back against the tree again, tightening their grip to bring Virgil with them so they could gaze up at the sky. It was still dark enough to see the stars relatively clearly, the barely there threat of dawn lighting the horizon just enough to show the purple of the other’s hair. They hummed softly in triumph as they found what they were looking for, bringing their hand up to point at a cluster of stars.

“Can you see that bright star there? Slightly left of the treeline?” They waited until Virgil tapped his confirmation before continuing. “There are three more dimmer stars that sort of make a line see? And crossing them are three stars with a row of three set right on the edge making a curve shape. Altogether they resemble a swan.”

Virgil tapped their arm again that he understood as he relaxed completely into the secure hold. He always loved to hear Logan talk about stars- a lot of the time the only thing they were used for was navigation, old stories forgotten and rewritten to better suit a life of sailing the seas. But when Logan talked about them there were always stories attached that dated back to Roman philosophers or amazonian astrologists. Where Virgil had been trained to see calculations in the sky Logan told of great battles won and lost, of Great Hunts led by archers on elk and bears doomed to wander the void for eternity- all told with the deep rumbling voice he had grown accustomed to falling asleep to when the night allowed it.

“It’s called Cygnus.” That voice called Virgil’s attention back from his wandering thoughts. “It’s Greek history is quite dreary, as the stories of their gods tend to be. But it’s relevance in Hinduism is quite lovely. It correlates with Brahmamuhurtha which translates to ‘a moment in the universe’. Between 4:24 and 5;12 in the morning is supposed to be a favorable time to do anything important or get a running start to the day. It’s a much better story to whatever family drama the Greek Gods had to earn them a constellation.”

Virgil snorted at the last bit; even if Logan knew almost everything there was to know when it came to Greek, Roman and Norse mythology they held a particular disdain for the dramatic and hyperbolized tragedy that made up the majority of the former’s myths and legends. Often if he needed a distraction from something Virgil would start them up on a rant about who should have talked to who about this certain subject so that this group of people wasn’t doomed to be cursed because of those people’s actions. Once Virgil had left the room to do a small task in the next one over, surprisingly unnoticed by Logan who had continued pacing and ranting like he had never left, voice carrying clearly through the walls all while ripping Zeus a new one for not being able to quote “Just keep it in his pants.”

Deciding the air was much too peaceful to start up another one of those discussions he instead raised his hands so Logan could see them, black nail polish glinting in the first rays of dawn as he signed. “What would you be doing right now, with your moment in the universe? Would you be back home waking up at dawn to feed the cows instead of leading a life of crime?”

Smiling, Logan shook their head. They hadn't thought when they were a teenager that someday they'd be sailing around on a pirates’ ship with one of most ruthless (as far as rumors went) crews in all the seas. They’d been trying to swipe Virgil’s coinpurse, not knowing who he was at the time, and had of course been caught before the bag had even left the pirate’s belt. The moment their skin had touched however, a thousand and one lives had flashed in an instant, leaving them blinking in astonishment into green eyes that glimmered with reserved mischief and buried kindness.

Prayers they hadn’t even known they had had been answered that day as an anonymous envelope containing the money their family had needed was found on their doorstep along with hidden coordinates along the edge that was thankfully overlooked by their mother. They missed her some days but their life had taken a better turn when they had turned up on the boat at the crack of dawn, hauling themself over the railing and waving the envelope at the person who had their face pinned to the deck with their sword before they could breathe a word. Home? That was with Virgil. Looking down at the man still curled comfortably in their lap worrying at his bottom lip they expressed as much in earnest.

“I’d be right here, doing exactly as I am right now. You are my moment always, and there’s nowhere else in the universe that I’d rather be.”

Tracing lines in the freckles on their cheeks, Logan felt Virgil spell out “sap” on their cheekbones, making them grin and lean over to cup the other’s cheeks in their own hands.

“All the lines between the stars- they all trace back to you my love.”

The hill obscured the kiss shared between them from any eyes that may have wandered in their direction, allowing only the stars to bear witness to their moment in the universe.

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[lordbucketofthecaribbean]

Yeah..

Some of these drawings I haven’t seen in a while.

[katiky-png]

Favorite Pirate???

erm uh i dont erm know,,

take a wild guess1??!/?!/

[kramerblogrealgood]

Logan Roy at the end of S3 trying to decide if he should side with the kids or Tom

[keter-class-anomaly]

I have. A pirate au

Art from last year under the cut

[emma-engels]

Maybe it's just me, but at that moment when Logan was giving a speech at ATN about "saying things that already know are true but are too afraid to say, because they're too lily-livered" (a.k.a racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.), the camera immediately pans to Greg who looks kind of uncomfortable:

And then the camera immediately shifts to Tom, who also looks kind of concerned:

So I'm probably being delusional, but to me it seems very similar to how queer people in the closet look, when someone's starts spewing homophobic shit next to them...

[emmettland]

Rival pirate captains Logan and Derek and then navy admiral Cassius hunting the bounties on their heads. But once they're captured, perhaps he decides he wants to keep Logan for himself.

HEY NOW...YOU'VE CAUGHT MY INTEREST 👁️👁️

Logan finally gets the advantage over Derek and is so smug to have his rival at his mercy, only for Cassius to take both of them prisoner and take Logan as his personal prisoner.

and Derek's like wait can he do that?? is that legal?? i'm not letting him do that wtf

[geekgirles]

Ok, but Jamie Lynn is totally pandering to the audience with the Quogan wedding. Like, they know what fans are really invested in and are using it to attract as many viewers as possible despite her recent popularity decline ever since Britney and Alexa Nikolas spoke up against her. I refuse to believe that is not a deliberate move on their part.

[homemade-ghosts]

can’t tell if the zoey 102 (still a dumb title) movie actually looks good or if I was just so sure it was going to be absolute garbage that the trailer surprised me by exceeding my very, very low expectations ??? 

[citrusro]

Logan Swann~ 

love doing portraits of old OCs that live rent free in my head

[alidravana]

It's been a while since I worked on one of my Ghosts AUs - so have a snippet from my space pirate AU!

Hesh ran and ran, ducking down various alleyways, tracing his steps back a few times to ensure that he didn’t have anyone following him.  Convinced that he had long outpaced the ginger, he slid into the back of one of the shops.  He took a brief moment to catch his breath, bending to ease the cramp in his side, before tapping the transponder on his wrist to radio into Logan.

“I have the card,” Hesh said, still surprised that he had managed to pull that off.  It was one thing to pick-pocket the random party goers that come to the planet, another thing to steal from a pirate.  The adrenaline was shooting through his body, and Hesh welcomed the rush of energy, knowing that this was only the first step of many.

“Well, scan it over then,” Logan replied, sounding a bit annoyed that Hesh hadn’t already done that yet, but Hesh ignored it, pulling the key out of his pocket to shove into the card reader.  He could hear Logan typing something on the other end, the click clack of the keys as his fingers flew over the code.  

That was the way things worked, Hesh was the brawn, Logan was the brains. 

Happy Wednesday!

[naminethewriter]

How It All Began

Chapter One: A Lonely Island, Right?

Masterpost | Next | Ao3

Story Summary: Remus, son of a simple fisherman, had worked hard to become the captain of his own pirate ship. And in his humble opinion, it was going great! His crew was small but reliable and they had just stolen something that could them some nice cash from a military vessel they happened to cross on the open sea. They just needed to hide it somewhere until it was safe to sell. How lucky for them that they come across a nice, uninhabited island.

Little did Remus know just who he would find on that little piece of land and how it would change his life entirely.

Content Warning: Pirates, Innuendo, Minor Violence, Pistols

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“Land ahoy!”

Remus could just hear Sloane’s shout through the open porthole in his captain quarters. With a hum he put away the star chart he’d been studying before standing up to look out the window onto the unusually calm sea. According to his maps, they weren’t close to any inhabited islands, which meant that he should be able to find a good hiding place for his newest acquisition.

He glanced over to the box he had placed the seal in when a knock sounded from his door.

“Captain?” It was Patton. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, daddy-o, if you wanna take the risk!” He could practically see Patton hesitating, wondering if he was ‘indecent’ as he called it. Still, a few moments later the door opened and his friend poked his head in, prepared to flee if Remus was not properly dressed after all. He let out a sigh of relief to see his Captain wearing all his clothes.

“Sloane spotted an island. What should we do?” Normally, Remus would tease him a bit about his continued shyness even after travelling with them for over two years now, but he had more important things to deal with at the moment.

“I’ll take a look myself.” He grabbed his hat and with measured steps moved past Patton, who closed the door behind him and followed. “Anything suspicious so far?”

“Not that I know of. We haven’t come across anymore ships since the Admiral’s. And I still have a bad feeling about that one, how come it was only the one ship and not a fleet?” Out of the corner of his eyes, Remus could see Patton wringing his hands together nervously. Remus couldn’t understand how he was still so uncomfortable with the pirate lifestyle. At least he wore the outfit with more confidence, his light brown curls held back by a bandana and his skin having a healthy tan.

“There’re all kinds of reasons that could happen, Pat, it’s not unheard of. And nobody’s following us, so there’s no need to worry about it anymore anyway. We did the hit, we got something out of it, nobody saw us. Everything’s peachy.”

“Well, if you say so…”

“I do. Trust your Captain, Paps, by the time they’ve noticed that the seal’s gone, we won’t have it on board anymore. In a few months, when they stop the extra controls to look for it, we’ll get it back and sell it for a nice price.”

They reached the main deck at that point so Patton didn’t bother to respond. Remy spotted them immediately and yelled, “Capt’n on deck!” Upon his call, Sloane hurried down from the crow’s nest, hurried over to them and handed Remus a spyglass. The lithe young man could have been an acrobat in a circus with how skilled he descended the rope ladder, his dark blond hair dancing in the wind.

“It’s right over there,” Slone said as he came to a stop next to Remus, pointing north-west, a little off their current course. “So far I haven’t spotted anything in the vicinity.”

“Should probably do a sail around to be sure,” Remy commented, also now standing next to them. “The forest on there’s pretty thick, we can’t see the other side.”

“Boatswain! Your thoughts?” Remus called up to Corbin currently at the helm. Of course he trusted Remy as his First Mate and he probably would order a sail around anyway, but he liked to hear the opinion of his crew on matters like this.

Corbin was a great navigator with a more calculated approach that was very unlike Remus’ style, so it was nice to hand off the more responsible stuff to him. But it also meant that sometimes he had to wait for Corbin to finish thinking things through and Remus hated waiting. He used the time to take a look at the island himself with the spyglass Sloane had handed him.

It wasn’t a big chunk of land. He estimated they would need about three hours to sail around it with the wind they were having today, and they should be able to do that before sundown. The forest, as Remy had called it, was more akin to a jungle, which for the purposes of hiding stuff was always preferrable. Maybe he could even find a cave or two in the cliff faces surrounding the eastern side.

“I agree with the First Mate,” Corbin finally called. “We should make a wider berth in case of reefs since this part of the ocean isn’t as well chartered yet.”

“Let’s do that then. Pat, inform the rest of the crew, we’ll most likely drop anchor there tonight.”

“Aye aye, Captain!”

“And you go back to your post, Sloane.”

“Aye aye!” With that both of them were gone and he was left alone with Remy.

“Anything to report?” Remus asked, not really expecting much of an answer. Don’t get him wrong, he liked Remy and he was a good First Mate most of the time, but in situations like this where they’ve been just sailing for a while, he tended to slack off a bit.

“Nah, everyone’s fine as far as I know. Well, Toby’s a bit salty that we didn’t shoot at the Admiral but other than that.”

“What else is new?” Remus chuckled. Toby was a more than enthusiastic Man-at-arms with a love for explosives, though he preferred to shoot at objects and not people. He had practically begged Remus to let him fire at least one shot at the Admiral’s ship as they sailed away, but giving up their cover for that was chaos even Remus didn’t endorse.

Remy snorted in response before looking more serious.

“What are your orders for when we land? Who stays, who comes with?”

“If the cost is clear and we land, I’ll go alone. The rest of you have some free time.”

“You sure?” Remy glanced at his captain over the rim of his darkened glasses. “We’ve got no idea what’s on that island.”

“’Course I’m sure. The less you all know of what we got and where it is, the better. I can handle myself against whatever inhabitants there are.”

“If you say so,” Remy shrugs. “I won’t say no to an evening off.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

“I’m gonna go prepare for landing then.”

“Go ahead.” Remus watched Remy walk away. No doubt his First Mate was off to grab some booze and his boyfriend instead of actually doing what they need to drop anchor. Well, he couldn’t blame him, in his shoes he would do the same. After all, they’ve done this exact same thing a million times before. Still, as Remus caught sight of Elliot hurrying across deck, he told them to get everything ready for landing instead. Better prepared than dead is a philosophy even Remus could get behind.

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By the time the rowboat with Remus, Patton and Elliot hit the shore of the island, it was nearing sundown. Remus guessed he had about another hour or so to scope out the place for a good hiding spot. For now, he had left the box containing the seal on the ship but it would be ideal if he could get rid of it early tomorrow morning and then they could sail off to the nearest harbor.

Not wanting to waste more time, he turned to his two crewmembers.

“I’ll take a look around and come back. Neither of you get off this beach unless it’s life or death, you hear me?”

“Aye aye, Captain!” Patton agreed while Elliot simply nodded. They seemed tired, so Remus thought giving them a break off of the ship and away from everyone for a few hours would do them some good. Patton could keep an eye out for trouble. With a grin, Remus pulled out his machete and made his way across the beach and into the jungle.

The smell in the air shifted quite noticeably as Remus continued into the greenery. He couldn’t place the scents, but it was a much heavier air than on the open sea. His eyes flitted about, searching for any dangers. He could hear animals rustling in the leaves and spotted shadows move but nothing big enough to truly worry him. He knew how to look out for snakes and spiders that might be venomous, but he didn’t feel like risking getting attacked by an ape or something similar, though the island was too small to house them anyway.

Remus made his way through the greenery, hacking away with his machete when he couldn’t find another way through the underbrush when he spotted what looked like a path. Not a well-travelled one, but a path nonetheless. Once he reached it, he crouched down to look for tracks on the ground, either human or a large animal. He found what looked like boot imprints, though several days old. Still, they were fresh enough for him to identify. But they hadn’t seen any ships or even rowboats on their sail around, so he couldn’t imagine someone remained on here.

Curiosity beckoned him along the path however, and he continued forward, keeping his machete in hand. He had to duck under some branches here and there – he paid attention to keeping his hat, he liked this one and was not keen on trying to find a replacement – but otherwise it was a quiet trip. Remus figured it was about time he started heading back to his crew when the path lead past a chasm that looked somewhat deep. Now that he thought about it, he might have been travelling on an incline. From where he stood, Remus couldn’t see the bottom of the pit. Maybe he should throw a rock and listen to how long it took to land? Or maybe just take one small step closer, get a better vantage point?

“I would advise you to stay away from the edge. The ground is quite unstable, and the fall would surely lead to death.”

Remus spun around, raising his machete towards the stranger that had suddenly appeared behind him. The man looked at him through a pair of glasses that looked like they went out of fashion several decades ago. His clothes didn’t look better, though they were rather plain looking. Pants, a long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up to his elbows and a vest. Still, something was off about the outfit to Remus. He narrowed his eyes until it hit him – the clothes were worn down sure, but otherwise the stranger looked too clean for someone who apparently lived on an abandoned island. His black hair was neatly tied into a ponytail and not a single hair was on his face, nobody bothered to shave when they’re trapped on an island!

The stranger continued staring at Remus, his brown eyes drilling into him and suddenly he remembered how to speak.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” he exclaimed. The other cocked his head before motioning towards the path leading further into the jungle.

“I came from my camp. I was on my way to examine some fungal growth I have been observing for my research. Where did you come from?”

“My ship.” Remus gestured behind himself as he slowly moved away from the chasm towards the direction he came. The stranger looked harmless, but he knew that appearances can’t tell you everything. For all he knew that man could try to attack him at any moment and standing next to a cliff definitely wasn’t where he wanted to be in that moment.

“We did a sail around. There were no other ships.”

“Indeed.”

“Then you shipwrecked?”

“No, I came here on purpose.”

“Without a way back?”

“Without a ship, yes.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“For research purposes. There are many species that only live on this island or can develop freely here without the influence of humans.” The calmness of the stranger was very unnerving to Remus. He was holding a big ass knife after all, but the man didn’t seem bothered by it in the least. Instead, his eyes wandered around until he seemed to spot something of interest on the ground and casually kneeled down a few feet away to inspect it. Remus used that opportunity to switch the machete for his pistol.

“You are a scientist then?”

“Yes. And you are a pirate, I presume?” Remus narrowed his eyes. He grew up the son of a fisherman, he knows when something smells fishy. And this stranger smelled very strongly.

“What off it?”

“Nothing. I was merely attempting to converse with you. Whatever your business on this island is, it’s no concern of mine as long as it doesn’t interfere with my research. So please try to not disturb the wildlife as much as possible during your stay.”

“Why did you approach me if you didn’t care about what I do here?”

“Because I feared you might fall.”

“The fuck do you care whether I fall or not?”

“I simply do, is that so surprising?” The stranger stood, apparently done inspecting the ground. He watched Remus, seemingly very curious about his answer.

“Well, yeah. Most people I’ve met don’t care about others just ‘cause. ‘Specially not a castaway.”

“I am not a castaway.”

“Yeah, just a weirdo on a deserted island.”

“Think of me whatever you like, it is none of my concern,” the man sighed before looking up to the sky. Remus followed his glance for a second, seeing the first stars appear. He needed to make his way back.

“You should return to your ship,” the stranger said as if he read his mind and that was just too freaky for Remus to handle. Without another thought he took aim at the stranger’s shoulder and pulled the trigger. He hit his mark – of course he did, he was one of the best shooters on the seas – causing the man to stumble. To stumble right towards the chasm.

To Remus it was like time slowed down as he watched the ground under the stranger break away. He lost his footing and suddenly, he was out of sight. Remus stood frozen, listening to the sounds of the body colliding with stone several times before a loud crunch announced its arrival at the bottom. The man was surely dead.

Another look towards the sky reminded Remus that he should make his way back to the ship pronto. He pulled out his compass just to make sure he didn’t get lost on the way back. A last glance towards the chasm before he disappeared back the way he came. It wasn’t the first time he killed on accident. By tomorrow, the weird feeling in his stomach would be gone. He was sure of it.

[anxiouslyfred]

Public Consummation

For @sanders-sides-a-spec-weekk prompt Pirates

Summary: Logan's father has arranged a marriage for him, and is insisting on public consummation of it. He is not going to go along with that so climbs aboard a pirate ship when the town is attacked.

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Public consummation.

Logan was seriously beginning to detest that phrase far more than everything else he was being pushed into.

Honestly, even if he hadn't been happy with the idea, he had at least intended to go through with the absurd arrangement his parents had forced on him before they mentioned that phrase.

A public consummation to prove he and his wife are fully married in the eyes of the church, oh and the law as well. Watched and judged by his parents, a priest and it was beginning to sound like any nobility or townsfolk of local influence who wished to watch.

If there was ever a suggestion that should send everyone running for an escape route, Logan thought he was quite rational to say that public consummation would be that suggestion.

He, for one, was definitely going to escape it, he just needed to decide upon how.

Illness had already been ruled out. It might delay the marriage but both his family and his potential spouse's were too set on the marriage to cancel it now.

Logan was very willing to simply run away, but without his own coach, the escape wouldn't last for long before he'd be apprehended and pushed into the marriage likely far quicker than planned in order to avoid further attempts of escape. Regardless he had already packed what wealth he could into bags along with as many clothes as could go missing from his wardrobe without notice being made by anyone other than the servants.

It had been gratifying for his father's servants to find ways to mention their support of his plans to avoid the marriage and public consummation to him in the week he first packed, but none of them had known or offered ways for the initial escape to be made.

*

The pirates attack was unexpected.

There hadn't been one on the town in a decade or more. Everyone thought they were targetting the towns fully on the sea shore now, wealthier from their fishing and trade routes than a town more inland along the river.

And it was an opportunity that even if Logan hadn't immediately decided to take, he was going to. His father's servants decided that immediately by already bringing him his bags before he'd taken two steps into the house with the news of the attack.

Given most of the pirates were attacking the town, Logan had no trouble in climbing aboard the ship and exploring. Partly he was wondering if he should hide the amount he'd brought with him, or if revealing it might get the crew to let him join them, but mostly he wanted to appear as if he was already part of the crew when they returned. For that he had assumed he'd need the right style of clothes or something.

“You're not my crew. Trying to blow up my ship while everyone's gone, are you?” A sword appeared at Logan's neck, soon revealed to be held by, presumably, the ship's captain, as he turned to face the body behind him.

“That would be counter productive when I'm trying to escape being forced to fuck, especially forced to fuck for others observation.” Logan rapidly explains. “Whether as a stow away or a crew member, I was hoping to vanish from the town on this ship.”

The sword was lowered, and the captain circled around him again. “You don't want sex, just say so. Rules of consent. There's no need to become a pirate just to manage that.” He stated, questioning now and still suspicious.

He couldn't suppress the laugh from his wish things could be as simple as the pirate described. “Pardon me for laughing, Captain, but surely you know that for nobles that isn't always the way the world works.” Logan raised an eyebrow, gesturing back to the area of town he'd lived his entire life.

“It's Virgil. If you aren't some official trying to take me prisoner you can forget the formalities. They make my skin crawl.” The captain stated. “And no, I hadn't realised this town is as backwards as that. Is it like arranged marriage, or just forced prostitution or something?”

“Arranged marriage with forced public consummation. I'd have avoided consummation at all but gone along with the marriage if that had been an option.” Logan explained.

Virgil looked him over again, before grabbing a second sword hung on his back. “Is this a no sex ever at all situation for you, or a 'I hate the woman I'm being forced to marry' situation?”

“The former.” Logan stated, taking the blade when it was offered to him.

“Beat me in a spar, and you can stay. That stuff can be stored in my quarters in case you decide piracy isn't for you later on.” Virgil stated before attacking.

The fight was quick, faster than the usual fights Logan faced, but he managed to win. If he hadn't decided to ignore the normal duelling rules, he probably wouldn't have, but given Virgil wasn't either he felt no shame in using the ropes around the ship to entangle the captain and win.

Virgil was laughing as he was tugged free of the ropes. “Yeah, you'll do fine around the more rowdy of the crew. Welcome to being a pirate, Lord no name.”

“Logan and I'm not a lord, just an heir about to be declared kidnapped or killed in a pirates attack on his town.” He grinned, returning the sword, and pulling the rapier from his bags. “I did bring my own weapon you know.”

“I'd think you a fool if you hadn't.”

[thecrowslullaby]

Hi! I love your aus and ideas and doodles and ugghhhhh but also i wanted to ask if you have a story for the mer au? or if we can headcanon things?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! Thank you!!!!! I'm really glad :D!!!!!!

It technically does have a loose plot but I'm reeeeally curious what your ideas are 👀👀👀

[faccal]

I love how I've spent all day sick, and right before I head to bed I listen to a bit of music to settle me down because I slept in so late today to help me feel better. And in my tired, sick, weird mind state, my brain comes up with the idea of pirate Keegan feeding prisoner Logan food, with his mouth. Like, Logan ends up taken and tied up to their mast (Rorke wants to break the pretty little man) and leaves him alone, his shirt off, in the hot sun with no food or water for a few days. Well, Logan isn't looking well, and Keegan finally makes an appearance (he's introduced before Logan's tying up, but it's a short moment where Logan spits in Rorke's face and throws a few colorful insults their way.) So Keegan leans down, some food in his hand, and Logan's eyes draw to it slowly. He's kneeling beside Logan, who's legs had given out and he's now sitting on the deck. Keegan just cuts off a piece, leans close, offering up he food. With slight difficulty, Logan leans up, taking the food from Keegan's lips with a brush of his own, making weak eye contact with the man.

I think the whole idea was Rorke wanted to deprive Logan of things, only to offer them back to him when he's in such a weakened state, in hopes to break him quicker. My only issue is it seems kinda toxic for a start for Keegan and Logan, as I do intend to make them a couple in the fic, and I sure as shit don't want them having a bad start. Like, their whole relationship is supposed to involve equality, and in this fic specifically, Logan finding his place among these men.

Also everyone teasing Keegan later about their "moment" and he's just sitting in the corner all cranky with his mask up, Logan probably asleep beside him, head on his shoulder (probably not though. Rorke is a good captain, but not a nice one, lol)

[willowsfanarts]

second star to the right straight on til morning - latest artwork