LayonneHands
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The Changing Unknown by LayonneHands for StrangeBlueGlow
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
12 Jul 2026
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Sam Bellamy's ship, the Sultana, had been blown off course, separated from Hornigold's fleet by a sudden tropical storm. Rumor put her as far north as the Province of Carolina, crippled but afloat, limping towards port short half a mast and most of her rigging besides. All the Marianne needed to do was set their own sights north and rendezvous with their lost duckling at Ocracoke with barely any fuss.
Except, of course, barely any fuss was a fucking impossibility with Benjamin Hornigold’s hand on the wheel. By the time they reached Carolina, the captain had worked himself into a state of cold, simmering suspicion. Bellamy hadn't simply been blown north, according to Hornigold. Bellamy had wanted to go north, into English waters; the storm had merely provided an excuse.
Enter Ed and Izzy, on a mission from their captain to find out the truth.
A prompt fill for bbslezearring for the OFMD Reverse Bang 2026!
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The Aged Swordsman by LayonneHands
Fandoms: Piranesi - Susanna Clarke, Our Flag Means Death (TV)
04 Mar 2026
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Without his Plinth, the Statue of the Aged Swordsman would stand just a little smaller than Myself. He seems smaller still, though, because the Marble of his Shirt is carved in such a way as to suggest volume—it is larger than his Body, seemingly cinched to fit him with Ties and a thick Baldric, upon which hangs a Sword.
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“I was thinking we could do a musical, Iz.”
He’s not kidding. Fuck everything, he’s not kidding.
“We don’t do musicals.”
“We could.”1996. A queer student theater troupe and the campus Gilbert and Sullivan appreciation society agree to stage a co-production. What could go wrong?
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Iz was practically unraveling at the seams. His limbs sat more loosely in their sockets, his steps heavier, limp more pronounced. His pupils’d blown cartoon-wide, the black of them practically swallowing the light from the television screens. Every few paces he’d list sideways, catching himself on Ed’s arm, and for a heartbeat he’d seem vulnerable, almost sweet. Then, just as quick, he’d twist in Ed’s grip, teeth bared, snapping and snarling as if he blamed Ed personally for his every faltering step.
Ed and Stede drug Izzy. That's it that's the porn.
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- Part 5 of Modern Steddyhands shorties
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The thing was, right, that "could be" in a hypothetical sense was different than "could be" in real life. Hypothetically, sure: Izzy had one set of bits, Ed and Stede had another. Sometimes, hypothetically, you put those bits together and, given time to cook, the end result was a tiny little squalling human. But hypothetically was different than real life, because Ed and Iz had been fucking since they found out what fucking was. In all that time they’d never, not once, ended up with a baby.
I hate the "unplanned pregnancy heals the relationship" trope. This fic is about that.