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Hi there 😊 will there be a secret santa this year too?
Honestly, I'm not entirely sure yet. Last year, this was fairly small, partly by design with regards to how I promoted it. If there was one this year, sign ups would be coming hot on the heels of season 2, with lots of new and returning fans in the fandom, so it has the potential to be a bit bigger, and I'm not fully certain I'm up for taking that on.
If anyone who has experience with fandom events, etc. really wants to make sure this happens this year, I would not mind a co-runner, so feel free to message.
Otherwise, I should be able to give a definitive answer by the time S1 starts airing, and if it does happen, expect a similar timeline as last year.
Little edit:
Regardless of if I run a Secret Santa this year, I am also willing to promo other exchanges (multi-fandom including OFMD, single OFMD pairing-focused, etc.) here, so hit me up if anyone wants me to help spread the word about your exchange.
Also, I'm considering doing a prompt meme on AO3 for little stocking stuffer fills, similar to the Stocking Stuffer round from last year, but not an awkward nightmare because it would be using AO3's more sensical infrastructure instead of a weird spreadsheet.
A gift for @violence-as-a-love-language in @ourflagmeanssecretsanta! one of the things they asked for was a mercreature AU with Lucius/Pete. I kind of envisioned this as everything as happened in canon, along with Lucius getting tossed overboard, but Pete as a mercreature (part eel) who rescues him. (who made Lucius' finger then? I have no idea)
To: @Zakuromochi
From: MusicallyFormentingChaos
Prompt: You’re a work of art, unmatched in your beauty
Rating: Explicit ;)
This prompt IMMEDIATELY made me think of Lucius, who is my absolute favorite to write. I'm so sorry it's a day late, but it accidently got a little (a lot) longer than I planned lol. Here it is: Lucius drawing absolutely everyone in a WIDE variety of contexts!
To: @lilliankayl
From: @waterofthemoon
Prompt: What if Ed saw Stede’s fuckery in Bridgetown?
Title: I Thought I’d Have a Cooler Death Than This
Summary: The fuckery in Barbados goes off as planned, but Ed finds his way back to Stede ahead of schedule. Episode 10 AU!
Pairing: Ed/Stede
Tags: One Shot, Developing Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fuckery, Reunions, POV Multiple, Fake Character Death, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Has Abandonment Issues, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Stede Bonnet Apologizes, Stede Bonnet Loves Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Our Flag Means Secret Santa
Word Count: 3932
Rating: T
Warnings: fake character death
Notes: This was a lot of fun to write, and I’m so glad I got the chance! I hope you like it! 🎄💖
Technically, the recipe for the modest (but very special) matelotage cake here is referred to as a “bride cake” but it’s a lovely choice for a couple of grooms as well. Light sponge layers, warmed with nutmeg and allspice, a splash of brandy for good measure, and studded with the jewel-like tones of dried currants and (of course) plenty of candied orange peel, and topped with an icing of almond and rosewater.
Ed, in his lavender-embroidered gown, wears an edelweiss in his hair, and Stede has appended a blue gentian to his waistcoat. (See here for more silly chatter about these flowers and what they mean.)
The cake’s bloody amazing. (The recipe would have been something like this.)
It was an honour to create this little gift for @flawedamythyst for the Our Flag Means Secret Santa! It turns out that trying to source extant examples of specifically menswear for weddings (or matelotages) in the early 18th century is challenging, but entirely my favourite kind of challenge. I very much hope you enjoy it!
For OFMD Secret Santa 2022
To: @DextrousDemon on twitter
From: violence-as-a-love-language
Prompt: 2. Does the blank stare scare you more than the frown?
Rating: T
Warnings: Blood and Injury, hurt/no comfort
This work is also on AO3
Climbing up the side of the Revenge at night was much more painful than Stede expected. For one thing, he’d not accounted for how sharp barnacles were. His fingers had been sliced so many times by now he was sure he no longer had any fingertips. On top of that, the blood coating his fingers made the chilly night winds all that much worse. Add in the splinters and the muscle strain and he was downright ready to collapse by the time he’d reached the top.
His only saving grace was that his crew was waiting just below, ready to catch him if he fell again. He paused, gripping a particularly sharp barnacle as he glanced down to give them a little smile, just to show he was fine this time and they didn’t need to worry about a third fall…
And all that greeted him was the cold ocean below.
He blinked, then blinked again. The boat did not reappear.
Stede suddenly felt very cold, and very alone. His breathing started to quicken as his eyes scanned the horizon. The tossing of the waves and the sea mist spraying his eyes made it hard to see and he blinked several times, trying to make out even the shadow of the small dingy, but still he saw nothing.
Swallowing hard, Stede turned back to the slick surface of the Revenge, his grip even tighter now. He tried to move, to let go of a barnacle long enough to reach upwards, but he couldn’t will himself to do so. All he could think about was his grip slipping, sending him plunging into the icy water below. His breath started to quicken as he stared at his shaking hands, willing them to move.
Suddenly he heard a loud thump to his right. He turned his head to find a thick rope swinging next to his head. His eyes traveled up the rope and fixed on the outline of a person holding the other end. He opened his mouth to shout a thank you but all that came out was a fearful croak. The outline didn’t waver, the moonlight not strong enough to illuminate their face. The only thing he could see with any clarity was a single, dangling earring.
He didn’t care who it was at the moment, however, as he focused on moving his hand ever so carefully to grab the rope. He inched it over the wood, careful to avoid cutting his palm. As soon as he managed to get both hands on it, the outline disappeared. He tried to call out again, but all he could manage was a similar, louder croak. He coughed, clearing his throat as he steeled himself for the climb. He was a real pirate now. Climbing ropes was just part of the buisness.
After slipping several times and once almost slamming his head into the side of the boat, Stede finally grasped the railing and hauled himself over. He rolled onto his back, chest heaving as he closed his eyes and attempted to regain his breath. His rest was short-lived.
“Get him to his feet,” A familiar voice said, calm and tinged with ice. Stede’s eyes flew open, relaxing immediately even as he was yanked off the ground by Izzy and Fang. Izzy’s grip was a bit too tight to be comfortable, but he didn’t much care at the moment.
“Oh Ed, thank heavens you’re alright!” He said with a smile, eyes searching the deck. “I was hoping that…you…” His voice ground to a halt as he processed the scene in front of him. All of his crew were tied up and gagged, each with a knife against their throats. Many of those that held knives he didn’t recognize, although he was shocked to find that one of them was Jim. They refused to look at him, however, only pulling their hat lower.
Standing in the center of it all was Ed, but not the Ed Stede expected to see. This Ed was stoic, a grim line where a smile should be. His eyes were ringed by black smudges and his hair hung down at stark angles. He stood, blade in one hand and the other at his side, staring unwavering into Stede’s eyes.
But what unsettled Stede the most was what he saw in those eyes. Or rather, what he didn’t. He saw none of the warmth or affection he had grown used to while at sea. Ed’s eyes were dull. Lifeless.
Empty.
Stede tried to take a step toward him but Izzy and Fang held him tight, Izzy’s fingers digging into Stede’s upper arm. He glanced at him and got a sneer in return.
“The prodigal son returns,” Izzy said, a mocking lilt in his voice. Stede frowned but turned back to look at Ed. He was still staring at him, but now his blade was pointed forwards.
“Izzy, your blade,” He said without taking his eyes off Stede, and almost immediately a blade was at his own throat. Ed’s own blade didn’t waver as he sighed and shook his head. “Not for you.” He gestured at Stede and Izzy made an irritated noise beside him. Stede felt the blade nick his throat as the pressure increased, as if Izzy was considering just bleeding him dry and being done with it. After a moment's hesitation, he dropped the blade, and both Fang and Izzy let him go.
Stede gasped, his hands quickly flying to his throat. A small bit of blood came away, but nothing worrisome. He swallowed, hard.
“Ed, what-” He started, but a sharp slap to the back of his head stunned him into silence. Izzy shoved a blade into his hand and shoved him forward towards the Ed he wasn’t sure he knew. Stede glanced back at him, his stomach rolling as Izzy continued to bare his teeth at him. Fang didn’t look at him.
Stede turned back to face Ed once again, his hands shaking and still slick with blood from the climb. He fumbled with it, not sure what to do next. “Ed, please-”
“C’mon then, Bonnet.” Ed snapped, his name on his lips like sludge on the bottom of a shoe. He waved his sword invitingly and raised an eyebrow. “Run me through.”
Stede took a step back, and Ed matched him, taking a step closer. He took another, and another, until Ed seemed tired of this game and advanced upon him all at once. He moved like a lion, quick and graceful as he shoved Stede against the mast, his sword hovering at his throat. His face was much closer now, a sneer of his own now on his face. “C’mon! Use your damn sword, Bonnet.”
Stede stared at him, sweat dripping down his temple as he felt the blade bite into his throat. He tried to look for something warm. Something that showed Ed still might… might love him. But there was nothing. Even the anger didn’t reach his cold, empty eyes. And Stede wondered for a moment if this was really how it would end.
But even if this Ed didn’t love him, that didn’t mean Stede had stopped. And so he did the only thing he could.
He dropped his sword and waited for death.
They stood like that for a long moment, a hair's breadth away from each other. Waiting. Watching.
And then, something did happen. At least, it might have. Stede wouldn’t be sure looking back. But for a moment, Stede thought he saw a flicker. Just for a moment, a flicker of emotion. Of sadness, and pain, and loss reflected back at him in Ed’s gaze.
But in a moment it was gone. Ed stepped back, his face back in that grim line as he sheathed his sword and gestured towards Izzy and Fang. “Take him down to the brig. All of them.” He gestured vaguely at the rest of Stede’s crew, then turned around and strode away. Stede watched him leave, catching one last glimpse of his face as he peered over his shoulder before shutting the captain’s quarters behind him.
And then Stede was on the ground, Izzy slamming his heel hard into his shoulder. Stede cried out and Izzy struck him again, laughing.
“Beautiful reunion, eh?” He said, lashing Stede’s wrists together tight enough to make his hands fall off. “Too bad I can’t kill you myself. Captain’s orders and all.” He finished knotting his hands before digging his heel into his shoulder again and grinning down at him. “But no one said I couldn’t have a little fun first.”
The last thing Stede saw before he blacked out was the heel of Izzy’s boot coming down on his head.
Prompts: 1. Objectification/ Izzy IS the gift. 2. Izzy stressing the fuck out about what kind of gift he can get Stede Bonnet or Edward Teach they both have so much stuff and money and are so creative what do they need SOCKS or something- FUCK!
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Implied sexual content, implied bondage, fake kidnapping (all done in fun), lots of cursing from Izzy
Title:
Summary:
Spriggs seemed to read the dilemma on Izzy’s face. “You could always get them socks,” he said, lips twitching.
“I could always serve them your head on a silver platter.”
“Oh no, and try to compete with Roach’s soufflé? Don’t be silly, Dizzy.”
In which there is a holiday party on The Revenge and Izzy doesn’t know what the fuck to get his boyfriends.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
To: stupidlullabies
From: Lilliankayl
Prompt: Art prompt - would just love to have them cuddling in the bed nook, sunlight beaming down on them (if you’re a writer and this image appeals to you, would love it to turn into sleepy warm morning sex)
Rating: E
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
Characters: Israel Hands, Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, the domestication of izzy hands, bathtime for izzy bc he stinky, hints of blackhands if you squint but not really, only rated t for swearing! this is not a sexy bathtime fic! stinky man just needs a bath!!
Language: English
Summary: Izzy's been a little too long between baths, but it takes a bit of encouragement to get him there.
Finally finished my @ourflagmeanssecretsanta gift! I can't wait for the recipient to see it, this was a ton of fun to write 🥰
