7 Works by ladohstry
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vocalise by ladohstry
Fandoms: Война и мир - Лев Толстой | War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (TV 2016)
17 Feb 2025
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Three rooms away, the child finally stops its wailing.
Pierre and Andrei remember, after Austerlitz.
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Stede doesn’t know why he bought the cigarettes. After all, he doesn’t even know how to smoke.
or, the first twelve hours of stede bonnet and edward teach's twenty year history.
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- Part 2 of you come regular, like seasons
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Ed and Stede have retired from a life of piracy. Now they happily run a little inn.
Podfic of cosmicyeehaw's lovely fic, Innkeepers .
Runtime is 12:05.
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It's the first time they're sharing a bed since his realization, and Ed is finding it really fuckin' hard to be chill about it.
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and the stars in the sky (don't mean nothing) by ladohstry
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
07 Apr 2024
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“Oh, fuck,” says Ed.
One good look at her and Ed can tell she's underage. Like, definitely underage, probably-not-even-twenty underage, and seemingly alone. Ed’s dealt with his fair share of college idiots sneaking into Blackbeard’s before, but they usually have the decency to travel in groups, making for a series of snapped fakes and a swift kick of their asses out the door and zero paperwork for him to do. But tonight this girl is drunk and alone, and he’s either going to have to call the police or somehow get a friend of hers to come pick her up, and he’s really not keen on dealing with any scenario that gets him in bed past sunrise.
Fuck. Now it’s his problem.
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or, ed meets a girl, and a ghost.
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- Part 1 of you come regular, like seasons
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ofmd fluffvember 2023 / day six — best friends
In which Stede has too many dirty Shirley Temples, and shares a few secrets.
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Through the crowd of swirling fabric, Stede spots what could very well be the most handsome man he's ever seen in his life. He's statuesque against the grand backdrop of the wall, tall and tanned skin, with a cropped beard and the gentle curvature of muscle prominent under the strong lines of his coat. His mask of choice is difficult to make out from this distance, but it's something close to canine, with thin, sharp slits for eyes, and then there's the matter of his hair—all curly and dark, with delicate, premature silver whispering at the temples, and much longer than anything Stede's accustomed to seeing amongst the upper crust. He has the sudden urge to pluck the ribbon holding the man's hair in a delicate ponytail free and run his hands through the ensuing waterfall.
Stede's cheeks go hot at the thought, and the effect is dizzying. He pulls at the cravat around his neck to loosen it, hoping for a miracle of breeze to cool him, and as he does—
The man looks back at him, and he's caught.