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Out Of Time

@despxratesouls | I hope you don’t mind me just starting this off bc I had a need

Edward had seen many things that might baffle the minds of lesser men but rarely had he come upon something as curious as to that which currently stood before him. Clad in garments of a sort he had never seen before, the man looked thoroughly out of place in the darkened backstreet, bewildered and alone.

If anything, he looked rich. That was something you didn’t want to put on display in this part of town. 

“My, my.” His lips curved into a smile, sensing a profit in his future. “You look a little lost, sir. Might I be of assistance?” With his dress a little more casual than he might otherwise have been, Ed knew he would appear to this man as no more than a local or a sailor. He might even be easily fooled into thinking he was, in fact, just a good samaritan. 

Already he was weighing his options, wondering what family this young man belonged to and how much they might be willing to offer in exchange for his safe return. Given the name attached to his captor, he would bet a great deal.

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Falling To Pieces

@anhonourablecaptain | continued

“Keen?” Edward whirled around to face him. “Keen? You think I’m bloody keen to throw this away?” He pushed right up into Liam’s space, anger taking hold to protect himself from the pain this was causing him. “Alright, Li, I tell you what. If you can tell me, right now, when the last time we had an actual conversation was, what problem I had at work last week, or what fucking date passed by two days ago, then I’ll stay.”

He’d barely seen his partner lately. If Liam wasn’t working late at his office, he was absorbed in his laptop in the evenings. He’d stopped bothering to set the table for dinner, just bringing a plate through to where Liam was working. He knew Liam took his job seriously and he’d never begrudge him that, but when he hadn’t even acknowledged the anniversary of his grandfather’s passing, that had been the last nail in the coffin. What made it even worse was that he knew it wasn’t deliberate. Liam just hadn’t even noticed the date. It was the whole reason he’d wanted to go back to Galway.

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A Sneaky Tradition

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

"Tomorrow." Ed pushed, his voice firm. He was smiling, however, letting Quinn know that he wasn't entirely annoyed by it. "The nail comes out tomorrow." Since they were still beneath the accursed mistletoe, he stole another lingering kiss, simply glad to see the thief again. It had been some time since they last crossed paths, both of them presumably tied up with work.

He carefully stepped out from under the plant and into his cabin, keeping one arm tucked around Quinn's slender waist. He parted from him only long enough to remove his coat and hat, depositing both on his chair before returning to his partner. He took a moment to look him over, simply taking him in.

"You are, however, a very pleasant sight." He murmured, pulling him back in close. He traded another few brief kisses with him, and then flashed him a smirk. "Even if you put holes in my ship." He glanced over at the plant hanging above his door, and sighed. "If you want to make full use of it, relocate it to my bedframe. That thing has already suffered damages."

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Making Snow Pirates

@despxratesouls | continued

"But who looked at snow one day and said: you know what this needs? Anthropomorphism." Edward shook his head, still bemused by the notion. "Honestly, Eric, some of these traditions are utterly bizarre." He watched as Eric deposited the 'head' securely atop the 'body', patting the snow together to firmly affix it. He really didn't get what was so fun about rolling up balls of snow, but he did have to admit that the cold flush upon Eric's face was adorable.

"I'm sure he will prove to be very useful." He muttered dryly. Unable to resist his partner as always, a fact he knew Eric was fully aware of, he bent to retrieve the tricorn at his feet, and he settled it upon the snowy head. "At least he could keep our food fresh and our drinks cold, I suppose."

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Vacation Plans

@despxratesouls | continued

Ed nodded, already suspecting Eric would need a day to celebrate his best friend's birthday. He'd factored that into his potential plans. "Ah, yes, of course." He smiled, knowing just how much Philip hated that his birthday fell on that particular holiday. It was actually one of the things they had truly bonded over, his own birthday falling on another popular holiday of the year. "Well… I can work with that." He glanced back down at his tablet, calculating costs in his head for a moment.

Tapping away at the screen, he loaded up another page and checked flights, a new plan forming in his mind. Money wasn't exactly an issue for him, so what would two extra tickets be? A couple of days in Paris with Philip and James so they can celebrate together, then I can whisk Eric off to Athens afterwards… "Book in some time off for the entire week, starting around the 12th." He glanced back up, locking the tablet screen as he crossed to join Eric on the bed.

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I Shall But Love Thee

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

Ed kept his eyes closed as Quinn recited the poem, his lips curving into an easy smile as he listened to the words. A love poem. You utter sap, Q. He stroked fingertips lightly up and down Quinn’s side as he listened, shifting to lean his head atop the other man’s gently. He wasn’t normally one for poetry at all, but something about the way Quinn recited it was pleasing to him. Or maybe it was just because it was Quinn.

“You sap.” He murmured fondly, opening his eyes and shifting to press a kiss to Quinn’s forehead. “Trust me to fall for a romantic, hm?” He brought one hand up, tilting Quinn’s face away from the pages of his book and up to his so he could lean in and steal a kiss. “You know you don’t have to woo me with poetry, right? You already have me, love.”

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Escape to the Woods

@allthosevoices | continued

"You wanted privacy." Ed shot back, gathering up more firewood. He already had plenty, but he didn't want to be making this trek out into the forest at three in the morning when Oberyn ultimately complained that he was cold. "Can't get more private than the middle of fucking nowhere, Oberyn."

The hand upon his back did, however, bring a smile to his face. For all his complaining, he was looking forward to spending this time with his partner. "Oh, damn right you will." He smirked over at Oberyn. "Is that why you offered to help? To watch me pick up sticks?" He shook his head, amused. "Funny idea of help, that."

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What Came Before

@anhonourablecaptain | should be expecting this tbh

He could hear the murmur of his division from the stairway. Either a case had been closed or they were in mid discussion about something that had no relevance to the job. Either was possible. Brandishing a file in one hand he paused outside the doors and smiled to himself. It would take approximately eight seconds for the noise to stop once he walked in.

Beginning the countdown, he stepped through the doors into the main hub of Homicide. As he’d predicted, the noise immediately dwindled to a stop. Six seconds this time. They’re getting better. All eyes were upon him as he stalked past their desks. It wasn’t out of fear that they immediately silenced, of course - he wasn’t that kind of boss. It was respect that commanded their attention.

As he passed one of the last desks towards his office, he lifted his other hand and snapped his fingers in front of the only face that hadn’t turned to him - the only voice that wouldn’t have been partaking in the conversation. Liam, as always, was buried in his work. “Jones.” He barked, not stopping. “My office.” He didn’t even wait for the man to follow him. He stepped into the office marked ‘Captain’, dropped the file on his desk, and then immediately turned and shut the blinds on the window.