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“I knew you had a thing for her,” Joker pointed at Zaeed, “worst kept secret on the Normandy.”
It must have been a decent secret, because Shepard had no idea who Zaeed had a thing for. It was strange, too, because they had struck up a hell of a friendship and spent a lot of time together. It wasn’t unusual for Shepard to spend most of her nights down in the cargo hold listening to his stories and enjoying a drink with the older merc.
“You are pretty obvious,” Garrus added, “cultural differences aside, I can smell the pheromones from across the ship.”
“Yeah, laugh it up,” Zaeed looked relaxed despite his secret being so openly discussed, “she’s too busy to notice, and I’m too old and ugly for her to even look at me. It’ll never happen, but it gives me something to think about in the cargo hold.”
“That’s just a Shepard thing,” Joker waved dismissively, “she had Kaiden and Liara falling over her on the SR1 and she had no idea until they told her.”
“As much as I want her, I’m not going to give her anything else to worry about. Shepard needs to save the world, not worry about an old man’s feelings.”
Shepard’s surprise ripped a gasp from her throat before she had a chance to suppress it.
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V, as a rule, didn’t do jobs that required two people. This was for a few reasons that she tried very hard to explain to Dino while he gave her the scope of what needed to be done.
One, there was no real way of knowing how someone would react under pressure until they were under pressure, and that made V nervous.
Two, the only person that she had ever trusted enough to work with had died in another job, so without Jackie, she was purely a solo merc.
Dino had insisted though, and something about him made V smile. With the agreement that she could pick the second person, she took the job.
Once V confirmed that they were stealing from Militech rather than Arasaka, she decided how it would be best to approach Takemura with the idea.
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- Part 2 of Partners for Hire
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"Shit,” V whispered, “do something.”
V honestly had been expecting a gun to be drawn, a knife, anything other than Jackie gently tipping her chin up and covering her lips with his.
It was a deliberate kiss, convincing, and it was easy for V to wrap her arms around his shoulders and push herself up onto her toes to kiss him back.
One of Jackie’s hands found her lower back, pulling her in close so any part of her that might have been a target was blocked by his massive form.
He was a clever man, Jackie Welles.
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- Part 1 of Partners for Hire
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It was perfect.
The Arch Nazaré was incredible, a mix between a cruiser and a racing bike, the tires weren’t really suited for the sand as he rode back toward the camp, but he managed to pull in next to the Porsche with only a little slipping.
The roar was unmistakable, and the Aldecaldos rushed to see what V had brought.
Saul had been thrilled, whistling as he saw the bike for the first time. Panam had commented on it being a dick magnet, and Mitch…
Well, Mitch had just looked worried.
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The one-year anniversary of losing Johnny at Arasaka Tower had crept up on V almost surprisingly quickly. To be fair, for the first few months he had been distracted with nearly constant medical treatments, practically living with Vik as they had slowly put him back together again.
Once he was well, it was work, desperately trying to get the money together to pay back all the people who had worked so hard on helping him.
Before he knew it, he woke up and it had been a whole year since he had said goodbye to Johnny.
And grief, the vicious beast, ripped free of its cage and swallowed him whole.
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In hindsight, he was sure that Stede didn’t mean that he was allowed to go through everything, but if the boxes and trinkets being returned slightly out of place bothered him, he never said.
Today’s object of focus was a beautiful wooden box that usually lived near where Stede washed in the morning. The box was so well made and so well cared for that it almost felt like stone when he touched it, with not a single dent of flaw to be seen.
Ed carried it carefully to the couch, setting it on the low table in front of him as he opened the lid. There wasn’t a creak, a groan, nothing but silent anticipation as the lid opened and was held in place by golden hinges.
Inside was nearly a half dozen bottles of what appeared to be oil. If this box had been Ed’s, he would have had some idea what small bottles of oil might be used for.
It wasn’t Ed’s, though. It was Stede’s.
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As much as he loved Ed, Stede could admit that the blatant disrespect of the thing that he had spent so much time on, something that Ed knew was important to him, had managed to put a dent into his affection for the man.
Ed had the decency to look guilty whenever he saw Stede looking across the empty shelves.
“I was pissed,” Ed said by way of an explanation, “I thought you were gone forever so I didn’t see why I would need to keep your books when I can’t read them anyway.”
“Yes, I can see that. You did the same with my crew.”
The crew. Stede’s found family that Ed had left on the beach like they didn’t mean anything.
Like they weren’t people.
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Once Izzy decided that he wanted to try it, he was left wondering how to bring it up again. It felt as if the conversation had ended, the opportunity had passed, and suddenly despite the fact they spoke all the time, he ran out of words.
Thankfully, Lucius never did.
“Babe,” Lucius started as they undressed for bed one night, “have you given any thought to the offer?”
“I have,” Izzy knew that he wasn’t ready for tonight to be the night, but at least he could get it would there, “I think we could try it, assuming we take it slow, and you stop if I say so.”
“Of course we would, you know that,” Pete joined him in bed, wrapping himself around Izzy’s back, “we just want you to feel as good as you make us feel, and you’re good at so much but you’re awful at taking anything.”
“What can I say, it’s my giving nature.”
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- Part 7 of Lucius' Sketchbook
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Izzy was a lot of things, but he wasn’t an idiot.
It had come as no surprise when he had been looking over the edge of the ship and he had seen the golden hair of Stede Bonnet in the distance. No one left Edward Teach, not willingly, and Izzy had assumed that eventually Stede would have at least come for the ship.
Ed shrugged, “glad he’s back though.”
Izzy wouldn’t admit that he agreed.
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“Do I still make you happy?”
Ed suddenly wished he hadn’t offered, but he had given Stede his word, and they weren’t going to fix whatever they were without being honest. They both knew when Ed said on the beach that Stede made him happy that he had been saying so much more than that, and now Stede was asking if it was still true.
“Yeah,” Ed whispered, “think so.”
“Well good,” Stede was blushing, but he didn’t pull his gaze away, “you make me happy, too.”
They were still in love.
Ed let out a shaking breath, waiting to see if Stede would do something, anything, to move their relationship forward. Stede watched him just as closely, like he was waiting for permission.
“Think you should probably kiss me now,” Ed whispered, the tension in the room suddenly crushing.
“Would that be alright?”
“Yeah.”
“Lovely.”
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Izzy’s heart pounded in his chest as he approached his quarters. He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly feeling guilty that he had been spending more time with Frenchie. It wasn’t as if they had done anything, only struck up something in the way of a tentative friendship much like he had with Pete.
From the light escaping from around the door, Izzy knew that there were candles lit in the room. Given the late hour, he was still quiet when he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Lucius and Pete were still awake, sitting together on the bed looking worried and frustrated. Pete was holding Lucius’ hand, his thumb rubbing soothingly across the back of his knuckles.
Izzy shut the door behind him, letting it latch as he walked in.
“Babe?” Pete looked at him first, “we need to talk.”
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- Part 6 of Lucius' Sketchbook
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Everyone knew that Ed would flinch if you tried to touch him. It was fine if he touched you first, but if you reached out without him preparing himself for it, he would normally shift out of the way until he knew what you were doing. It wasn’t that he disliked touch, just that many years of being shot at and stabbed did tend to make people suspicious.
It had been almost a month since the crew had been back together, and despite the long nights of angry yelling being far in the past, they hadn’t made much in the way of progress for acceptable touch again.
Ed had convinced himself that he didn’t need it, even if he missed it.
Stede had convinced himself that Ed had moved on from the whole romance idea.
Lucius was exhausted with both of them.
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“Uh,” Pete cleared his throat, “if you don’t mind some time with just me, I’m pretty good at it.”
Izzy didn’t mind.
In fact, he had been trying to find out how to ask Lucius if he could have some time just with Pete, but hadn’t figured out how to bring it up in conversation. His attraction to Pete was something that had grown from more than just admiration for his blue eyes and had moved into something deeper. It was hard to admit out loud, but Pete had become just as much one of his men as Lucius.
“I don’t mind,” Izzy tried for a smile and pat Pete’s thigh with his good hand, “I might need your help.”
“Oh, getting those pants off?” Pete chuckled, “you’re going to need my help.”
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- Part 5 of Lucius' Sketchbook
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Drawn on Parchment, Wrapped in Cotton by InkedArchive
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
31 May 2022
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“Edward knows about us.”
Izzy wasn’t sure what motivated him to tell Lucius. Why he felt the need to share that one of his oldest friends knew about their private sketches. It felt big somehow. Important.
“How’d that come up?”
“He asked me about the bruise that you left. He wanted to know who had left it.”
“And you were honest?”
“I was honest.”
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- Part 4 of Lucius' Sketchbook
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Izzy hadn’t been fond of anyone but Edward for years.
Edward had been consistent, hard without being cruel, a companion that despite their day-to-day life, was someone Izzy could rely on. Right up until bloody Stede Bonnet had arrived and in one fell swoop, pulled Edward’s attention away from him.
It had been awful until Lucius had turned up with this sketchbook held tight to his chest.
Izzy Hands was very fond of Lucius. That wasn’t a problem in itself. The problem was, that Lucius was also very fond of Black Pete.
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- Part 3 of Lucius' Sketchbook
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Being sentimental was a stupid thing for a pirate to be.
In all his years travelling with Ed, it was something that he had steadfastly ingrained in Izzy’s mind. Pirates don’t keep things and they don’t keep people. It was not a luxury for people like them, not something they had the benefit of enjoying.
Lucius had been making his way to the kitchen when the ring caught his eye resting by one of the barrels that Swede was so fond of napping in. Lucius picked it up and turned it over in his hand. It was small, gold with what might have been an unpolished emerald set with thick prongs.
It was also Izzy’s, the ring he had slipped onto his hand while Lucius sketched him and refused to talk about it.
Lucius put the ring on his pinky and set out to find Izzy
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- Part 2 of Lucius' Sketchbook
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“He just seems like he might need a sketch,” Pete looked everywhere but Lucius’ face, “I know I was more of an asshole before you started to sketch me on a regular basis. It might be good for the vibe of the ship.”
“Are you asking me to sleep with Izzy Hands to cheer up the ship?”
“No.”
“Yes,” Lucius corrected, “seriously? You think that will help?”
“I don’t think it’ll hurt.”
“Hmm,” Lucius hummed again, “let me think about it.”
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- Part 1 of Lucius' Sketchbook
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“We should bandage it.”
“You worried about me, Captain?”
Stede knew it was meant to be mocking, a joke at Stede’s expense. Stede also knew that Ed didn’t mind that Stede worried, or that he had a softer side compared to the other pirates they knew, so he answered honestly.
“Yes, I’m worried. Let me bandage you, please.”
Ed’s eyes softened like they had done more and more often whenever Stede did something that surprised him.
“If you’re going to be up all night worrying about it.”
“I will, come along,” Stede kept his arm around Ed’s back as he guided him toward the captains’ quarters.
Ed followed him without a fight, not commenting when Stede shut the door and latched it behind them. Stede knew he could wake the crew, have them help Ed, but there was something about the idea that had Stede’s stomach overwhelmed with guilt. He had stabbed Ed; he would tend to him.
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The small golden button had caught Ed’s eye by surprise one day on the deck of the ship. It had been caught between two boards on the deck, dangling dangerously and threatening to fall were it not for Ed rescuing it from its almost fall.
It was beautiful, thick with a bright gold shine. On the front face of the button, there had been a ship embossed, a large sailing ship with the sails full of wind. Despite the fact the button was no larger than his thumbnail, there was enough detail in the boat that it gave off an air of power, success, and wealth.
Ed knew immediately that it belonged to Stede.
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Ed managed to even get through the normal pleasantries with Jackie before he blurted out, “have you any news on the gentleman pirate?”
“What, Bonnet?” Jackie shrugged, “yeah. Dead. Run over by a carriage or something.”
“Dead?” Ed’s heart stopped, “like, dead dead?”
“Did I stutter?” Jackie glared, “dead. Dead like not breathing, not walking, not pirating. Dead. Shouldn’t you already know this? You stole his ship.”
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“Republic of Pirates then?”
“Seems likely,” Lucius shrugged, “why?”
“We’re going to go after him, naturally.”
“Why would you bother?”
“Because I love him," Stede said around bites of snake.
“Oh,” Lucius sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, “well, shit.”