#lucius is not lucius in the fic i wrote.

[thetardigrape]

Most of my meta so far has dealt with Ed and Stede. As it should, they're the stars of OFMD.

But now I wanna talk about Lucius and Izzy. Because I've been dying over "Have you ever been sketched" for weeks and I need to talk about it. This is less of a meta and more of me just picking this scene apart because I love it so much.

The scene starts with Izzy naming a long list of chores Lucius will have to do. At this point, Lucius knows about Izzy the Spewer. He knows Izzy doesn't actually have the authority to make him do anything, and he knows a secret that Izzy definitely doesn't want spread around. So with his response to Izzy's demand that he does these chores, Lucius readies for his first blow.

Lucius has already used this line before. Crucially, back in the galley, he had nothing else to use against Izzy, and Izzy won that fight. But now, Lucius is armed. And Izzy's about to give him yet another weapon.

Izzy makes two mistakes here. First, he steps into Lucius's space. He's trying to use this as an intimidation tactic, and it might have almost worked, if not for his second mistake. He drops his gaze to Lucius's mouth. At this point, Lucius knows he's won.

Lucius purses his lips to the side and then licks them. Now he's just toying with Izzy. He goes on to shatter Izzy's offense, telling Pete himself that he drew Fang naked. Pete has a totally positive reaction, backing Lucius up. So Lucius counterattacks. He deploys the weapon Fang gave him.

Lucius has won the fight, no question. You can see it in the way Izzy's smirk falls. But this is just a single battle. Lucius means to win the war. He makes it so that Izzy will never try this shit again. He goes for the killing blow.

He was able to put together Izzy's "oo daddy" nonsense in the galley plus the way he kept stepping into Lucius's personal space plus that slightly-too-lingering look he gave Lucius's mouth and came up with the truth: Lucius wields a sexual power that they both know will break Izzy completely.

And it works! It works perfectly! Izzy never goes after him again, never calls him names or assigns him chores. Even when Blackbeard asks for Lucius specifically, Izzy refuses to look him in the eye to deliver the message.

The incredible power of Lucius's blatant sexuality. I love it. I just love it. This man uses gay as a weapon and he wins. Good for him. Good for him.

#it would NOT have worked so well if izzy weren't so tightly wound he was about to pop #nor if izzy were just accepting of his own and other people's sexuality #but he is how he is and lucius sees right through him #yes this DID provide the basis for an entire fic series i wrote #what of it #lucius spriggs #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death

[electric-friend]

i bet they won’t explore this much in canon but dude i would kill for a scene where lucius is trying to get back to normal and he says something mean and teasing to izzy but izzy responds really badly. maybe even cries. and lucius did not expect that at all. cue maybe some sort of heartfelt conversation about having an awful time since edstede got fucked.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #sprizzy #i guess? i wrote one fic about them last year #i don’t know the popular current ship name

[sinfulsunni]

👀💖 (pairing is up to u 🙌❤️)

send me an emoji combo and I’ll write you a little nsfw ficlet!

hehe okie this one is public sex 👀 + praise kink 💖 featuring some Sprizzy and a side of Izzy/Crew! :)

this one uh. this got away from me a little bit.

- ♥️ -

“Are you sure about this? You can still call it off at any time.”

Spriggs - no, Lucius - whispers close to Izzy’s neck, a question meant only for him. Izzy suppresses a shiver at the feeling of warm breath against his skin, and shakes his head.

“I’m sure. Fuckin’ wet already, check if you don’t believe me,” Izzy grumbles, face flushing. Lucius chuckles and Izzy blushes harder.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting there. Just promise me you’ll tell me if anything feels wrong.”

“I promise,” Izzy affirms.

“Good boy,” Lucius smiles, and presses a peck to Izzy’s cheek, right over his tattoo.

Izzy shudders at the praise, his chest heaving as his heart starts to race in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

When he finally manages to bring himself to look up from his kneeling position, a dozen pairs of eyes are looking at him. More specifically, the crew of the Revenge, minus the captains. They’re arranged in a crescent moon shape in front of him, most of them sitting or kneeling on the deck, and all staring at him intently. Izzy feels his pulse skip at the sight of them.

His audience.

Having all those eyes on him, as Lucius slowly starts to unbutton his vest from behind, should feel wrong. It should be humiliating, perverse, like he’s just a cheap whore putting on a show. But it isn’t. Somehow, the only thing he can feel is… safe.

And horny, his dick reminds him as Lucius’s hands slip underneath his shirt. That too. Safe and horny. It’s an electrifying combination. His cunt throbs in his leathers.

His heartbeat seems to echo through his entire body as Lucius pulls off more and more layers until Izzy is completely exposed. The cool air hits his hot, aching cunt, and a shudder runs through him.

“Gosh, aren’t you gorgeous,” Lucius murmurs fondly. He runs his hands over Izzy’s scarred back, gently massaging his shoulders, and Izzy’s already melting like butter in his hands. He spreads his knees involuntarily, earning a few intakes of breath from his audience. A spark of strange pride and excitement flutters in his chest.

“Isn’t he so pretty, everyone?”, Lucius says louder, addressing the crew this time. He strokes a single wooden finger down the side of Izzy’s face, smooth carved wood grazing over rough stubble.

The crew doesn’t make him wait for praise. Immediately, Izzy hears several small sounds of agreement, and sees a few of them smile in a way that can only be described as adoring. Who would have thought anyone could look at Izzy Hands with adoration?

“Qué hermosa…”, Jim breathes, staring at Izzy in a way that makes him tremble. “Un muy buen chico.”

Izzy doesn’t know Spanish, but he understands enough to flush at the words. That low, warm rasp of their voice… their dark eyes trailing down his naked body…..

“Yes, he is very good isn’t he,” Lucius agrees. “Are you ready to show them how very good you are, darling?”, Lucius asks, hands trailing slowly down Izzy’s chest.

Izzy barely manages to breathe out his consent before he’s desperately stretching up to meet Lucius’s lips in a hungry kiss, eagerly opening his mouth to grant him entrance. The heat goes straight to his core, pounding through his body in tidal waves of arousal, making him shake.

All at once he feels like he’s loose in a storm, tossed about by the sea, completely at the mercy of this man and his honeyed words. Lucius pulls himself around to face Izzy properly, bringing both hands up to cup his face as he kisses Izzy deeper, hotter, unraveling him.

Izzy feels splayed open, pinned like a butterfly for display, more naked than he’s ever been and more alive than he’s ever felt.

“God you’re so good, you’re so fucking good, you’re just made for this aren’t you,” Lucius gasps into his mouth in between kisses, suddenly sounding almost as desperate as Izzy.

His touch turns almost frantic as he pulls Izzy into his lap, exploring every inch of skin with his hands, raking his nails through silvered chest hair. He tweaks a nipple and Izzy gasps.

He loses himself in Lucius’s touch, almost forgetting about his audience until they break apart for breath and Izzy finds himself shaken by what he sees.

The crew. His crew. They’re all just… looking at him. Looking at him like - like he’s -

“You’re beautiful.”

Lucius whispers the words into his skin with a kiss, soft as sea foam. His hands are trailing lower, lower, chasing the heat between Izzy’s legs.

Beautiful. Beautiful. The words echo in Izzy’s head like a chime, like a song that’s lifting him up, making him gasp and roll into Lucius’s touch. The crazy thing is, he believes it. It makes him feel mad, but right now, he fucking believes it.

He chances another glance at the crew, and his heart soars in his chest as he looks at them. They’re beautiful too, he realizes. They’re all so fucking beautiful. He wants them, he wants them so fucking much. All of them, anything they have to offer him. He wants to be held, and kissed, and touched, and praised, he wants them to whisper a dozen sugar-sweet promises to him and he wants to believe it, he wants them to bring him to his peak again and again and again and he wants to make all of them feel good too.

Lucius’s fingers tease over his cock, sliding down to collect the wetness between Izzy’s legs, just how he promised to before.

“Tell us what you want, Izzy. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Lucius’s beard scratches against Izzy’s collarbone. The sun is warm on the back of his neck. The hushed sound of the ocean is a soothing lullaby in the background.

“Everything,” Izzy says. “Give me everything.”

- ♥️ -

thank you for reading! this will be posted to my ao3 as well <3

#thank you sm for your request! I hope you like it 👉👈 #ask box #sunnyposting #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #sprizzy #ofmd #sunny.fic #writing this has taught me two things. firstly that I do not know when to stop. #and secondly that I am unable to write fic about anything without making it serious and emotional. #like bruh this was just supposed to be hot why is it sappy as hell 😭 #oh well. I’m not complaining. I wrote and finished something successfully and enjoyed it! :)

[sunny-sketches]

Phoney and Fone angst time

Imagine this:

You're Phonicible "Phoney" P. Bone, you're around, let's say, 11-12 years old. you have no siblings, but you have two cousins that you spend a lot of time with.

Smiley is around 8 years old. he's not all that interested in the things you're interested in, but that's okay, because he's a kid and he'll grow into it eventually.

But your other cousin, Fone, is just a baby/toddler. Unlike how you see your mother and aunt act, Fone isn't all that interesting. He cries sometimes and he stares at anything and everything, but you don't really pay much attention to him.

That is until everything you've ever known is gone. Your parents, gone. Your aunts, Gone. Your uncles, Gone.

You and your cousins are completely alone in the world.

And it's harder than you thought to take care of your family. You are the oldest, after all. it's your duty to take care of them.

Smiley spends most of his time sleeping or wandering around the small abandoned shack you had claimed for you all to use as a house. He doesn't live up to his name much anymore.

Fone doesn't know any better. he cries and cries and nothing you do gets him to stop.

You know he's hungry.

You're hungry too.

You come to the conclusion that if you need something, you need to take it woth no regrets. survival of the fittest.

And, if you can help it, Fone and Smiley will be the fittest this world has ever seen.

~~

Imagine this:

Your Fone Bone, or at least you think you are. That's what your cousins call you, and it's all you've ever known.

You're not all that sure what to say when people ask you about you're family. especially when it's a shopkeep screaming at you for stealing.

You don't know what to say when other kids ask you to play at your house. but you don't need to say anything apparently. Because when it's asked of you, other kids tug them away and whisper to them while looking at you.

you don't have any friends.

You play with your cousins instead.

At least you try to, because Smiley would rather smoke his cigars, and Phoney would rather be stealing dinner or job hunting.

You take to reading to pass the time instead.

You start with flyers you find around town to events you'll never be able to attend. When you run out of those, you read signs.

Then you read forgotten newspapers. Then the labels of boxes.

Until you find a book under a park bench.

Its pouring outside, and you're running to find shelter. you were going to hide under the bench.

You are small and lean, you fit fine.

but the book got in your way.

Its title reads 'Moby Dick'.

You take it home.

Its a whole different world to your own. Whales and Ships and Adventure and Oceans.

Nothing like the little dingy shack you and your two cousins share.

It becomes your only friend.

[Fin]

#bone comic #fone bone #headcannons #short fic #imagine #phoney bone #smiley #smiley bone #orphans #one shots #angst #i wrote this at 2 am #no beta i die like Lucius

[bookshelfdreams]

Whumptober Day 1 - A Little Out Of the Ordinary (adverse effects / unusual restraints / "This wasn't supposed to happen")

(fandom: ofmd, character: lucius spriggs)

This is fine.

A tiny part of Lucius's brain remains functioning among the cold, the lack of oxygen, the panic.

Don't scream. Stay calm.

Okay. Okay. This is fine, it's fine, he can't breathe, his whole body hurts, oh God, his stupid fucking clothes hang on him like bricks, dragging him down, but this is fine.

Down. Down is where the water wants you to go so don't, opposite direction, go up, up, lose the jacket, come on, it's half slipped off already, there you go.

Fine. This is fine.

Breaking through the surface of the water feels like he's emerging from the literal depths if hell, like a chorus of angels should stand by to cheer him on.

Or something.

Lucius tries to inhale and gets a mouth full of seawater for his effort, great, try to get your mouth above water next time, idiot.

But it's okay, he's floating, treading water more or less steadily. The ship is still there, worryingly close, and thank God it's moving away from him, otherwise Lucius would have been crushed under the hull. That might still happen, the current of the ship is pushing at him, smashing him against the side of the ship, trying to draw him under the hull. Lucius flails against the water, against the planks, barnacles and wood and seaweed, tries to find purchase, something, anything to hold onto. The ship tears at his clothes and skin, and he doesn't even feel it, it doesn't even hurt when he claws at the boat and loses fingernails.

He almost lets the line slip through his fingers. It tangles around his leg like seaweed and he almost kicks it away, but then it is hanging directly in front of his face and he holds on, both hands, wraps it around his arms.

The ship still moves. Lucius moves with it, pulled along like a fish on a hook, but he refuses to let go. He's not gonna fucking die like this. He's already exhausted, and panicky, and furious, and he refuses to fucking die like this.

So he pulls himself up.

His arms, his legs, his lungs scream at him. Lucius is vaguely aware that he's sobbing, no God I can't do this, but he can, he can, there's no way to go but up, to a small opening in the hull where the cannons are, almost there, you almost did it come on come on.

Somehow, he makes it.

Somehow, he heaves his body inside.

The planks are solid underneath him. It feels like an unfathomable luxury.

Lucius doesn't even have he energy to curl up on himself, he just lays there, still sobbing, terrified to look at his hands or arms or any part of his body, really.

It feels like he has been skinned.

What the hell?

How the fuck did this happen?

It's not like Lucius ever planned any of this. All he wanted was to get hired to do what seemed a simple enough job for some idiot who would get killed soon enough. He never planned to be collateral damage o an insane mass murderer's messy breakup.

His hands hurt.

His whole fucking body hurts.

He should probably get out of sight.

#*arrives to whumptober 3 no 4 days late with a shitty fic fragment* #oh well #had half a mind to delete this but whatever #*vomits out writing like a cat w a hairball* here you go :) #im so fucking tired of positivity ill shittalk myself if i want to thanks #i wrote a thing #whumptober #our flag means death #lucius spriggs

[gothwizardmagic]

Ello Lads here are my pieces for day 2 of Our Flag Means Party!

CW: Show-typical violence in Lost and Regret.

Read on Ao3

Home

“Walnut, yes I think, for the shelves...”  Stede had been poring over the plans for his ship for days, and the thrill still hadn’t left his heart.  After all those years of wanting, it was time to make his dreams come true.  To build a home on his own terms, the way he wanted it.

He had spent weeks selecting the furniture and fabrics, working with the shipmakers on the design and materials to create a ship that would be his.  He had chosen the embellishments, chosen the perfect size closet for all the clothes he would be bringing, built in every amenity he could imagine his crew wanting, it was going to be perfect.

-

“Well, you see, I -”  Stede cut himself off abruptly midsentence as he entered his quarters, heart plummeting at the sight of them.  Once-varnished timber scratched and cracked, furniture and clothes strewn and damaged haphazardly, his bookshelves empty, the home he had built for himself torn to pieces. 

“Oh... yeah.”  Ed grunted from behind him, sounding abashed.  “I was... you know.  Pretty upset.”

Fighting down the ache in his heart, Stede turned back to Ed.  Whatever the room looked like, it had to be okay, he told himself.  Ed was here, and they would build a new home.  Together.

Lost

Salt water tasted like shit, and Lucius fought not to retch as he dragged his head back above water, kicking and flailing desperately to stay above the surface as he coughed and spluttered out the seawater that had flooded his mouth and nose all at once.  It took a long time to even get his bearings, eyes running and coughs wracking him as he looked around, orienting himself.

And immediately regretted having the knowledge.  Because the Revenge was moving faster than she had under Stede’s captaincy, and however fast he could swim there didn’t seem to be much chance of actually catching up.  And even if he could, how was he going to get back aboard?  It was no use, and the chill of dread in his heart was even colder than the sea around him.  He was alone, and he was probably going to die here.

Looking around, Lucius’ eyes fell on a smudge on the horizon.  It was hard to tell with his eyes stinging, but he thought it was the island the crew had been marooned on.  It wasn’t much, but it was a damn sight better than drifting here waiting to be eaten by sharks.  So he took a shaky breath and summoned all the energy he had, kicking hard as he propelled himself towards the island.

Regret

The moments before death, when one knows one is going to die, are a strange business.  The impact to the back of his head had Nigel Badminton reeling, clinging to the last shred of consciousness he had - enough to process what the sword his face was heading towards meant, but not enough to actually do anything about it.

Of course Baby Bonnet had chosen now to grow a spine.  Decades of encouragement hadn’t been enough to harden that man, but somehow the sea had.  A pirate, of all things.  There was plenty Nigel could have thought of, moments he could have rethought - all the teasing, the laughter, the bullying.  Had he been a man prone to considering the consequences of his actions, he could have regretted all the steps he took that led to his own end.

But Nigel Badminton had never been a self-reflective man, and his only regret was not killing Bonnet, in the seconds before he died by his own blade.

Found

“Aha!  Treasure!”

“You’re shitting me.”  They were on another of Stede’s treasure map expeditions, and Ed couldn’t quite pretend not to enjoy them anymore.  Sure, buried treasure was bullshit, everyone knew it, but the joy Stede got from these expeditions was all worth it.

“Not at all!”  Stede’s voice was victorious, though strained with effort as he did his best to haul up whatever he had unearthed.  After a few moments of watching him struggle and strain, Ed crouched down to help him, eyes wide at the sight of the chest.  It was a real chest, and everything.  Fuck him.  All his years of piracy, and there were still surprises to be found after all.

“Aaah, a padlock.  Well, that rather puts a wrinkle in things.  Do you know how to pick locks?”  Stede had already moved on to the next challenge but Ed was hardly listening, watching with warmth in his heart as the Gentleman Pirate inspected the chest for another way to open it.  The real treasure for him was this.  Having someone to discover joy in life with.  No buried chest could ever hold anything so precious.

Power

Power wasn’t for women.  Mary knew that all too well.  Men were kings and lords, the ones who made decisions in this world.  She had been raised all her life to be obedient, to respect the power of her father, her husband, to fold herself into the role of wife and mother and let the decisions be made by someone else.

And then she had become a widow, and things had changed in a way she had never imagined.  She had grieved for Stede, of course she had, but then life had continued to move without him.  And suddenly, the power was in her hands.  How should they redecorate the lounge?  The decisions came down to her.  Should they hire a new maid?  The decision was Mary’s.  It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and the more comfortable she grew with her new power, the more certain she became that she would never let any man take it from her again.  She felt like a person, instead of only a wife or a mother, and for the first time, she was alive.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #lucius spriggs #nigel badminton #blackbeard #edward teach #ed teach #mary bonnet #blackbonnet #ofmd fic #my fic #i wrote this all in an hour and didnt proofread xoxoxo

[thehelpermouse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Israel Hands/Lucius Spriggs, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Lucius Spriggs, Stede Bonnet, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Ivan (Our Flag Means Death), Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Jim Jimenez Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Drunkenness, Dark, Hurt/Comfort, Mildly Dubious Consent, Lucius Spriggs Lives in the Walls of the Revenge, Rating May Change, Getting Together Summary:

Izzy thinks he sees Lucius in the galley one night, but that’s impossible. Blackbeard keelhauled the little tart weeks ago.

Izzy is forced to share a cabin with Lucius in order to keep him from Blackbeard’s wrathful hands. They learn a lot about each other.

#ayy New fic who dis #i wrote something! #ofmd #blackhands #sprizzy #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #our flag means death

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

Lucius Spriggs is the Counselor Troi of the revenge. A hottie with social and emotional intelligence!

googled counselor troi and saw it’s a star trek thing

idk shit abt star trek sorry anon

#ask #anon #mine #star trek #but that’s. all i got lol #txt #og #lucius spriggs #i know a little bit abt kirk/spock being one of the OG fandom ships #the women who wrote star trek fic laid the groundwork for fandom today #and i know a little bit abt star trek being super radical/liberal for the time #i know almost nothing abt the characters or the spin-offs or anything #ofmd

[izzy-b-hands]

"You really wouldn't rather I do these separately?" Izzy asked, dodging to the right. "I think it would be nicer if there were separate-"

"Yes, yes, but we should really do it now," Ed said. "Come on! You're deputised for ours, Olu for Lucius and Pete, and-fuck! Buttons, get over here so you can do for Olu and Jim!"

"We could wait and do all the marriages after we survive this!" Olu shouted as a cannonball whizzed over their heads.

"Wait," Stede said, breaking into a grin. "I've got an idea!"

--

"We aren't letting you go anyway, so you might as well," Izzy said, a knife to Barnaby Badminton's throat. "And for every minute you wait to marry them all, I get to cut off a finger, a toe, and when we run out of those, well..."

"And you'll watch me prepare it, and Buttons eat it," Roach added, holding up a skillet. "And Buttons hasn't had human in a good while, so he's got a terrible craving for as much as he can get."

Buttons nodded. "On a scale of one to ten, how bony would you say you are? I don't mind the bones, but I want an idea of how much marrow I'll get to eat."

Barnaby looked about to piss himself. "Okay, well! I've never actually gotten to use that captain's perk, marrying people together, so bear with me..."

He paused, and gulped around the point of Izzy's knife. "Ehm. I can't call any of you dearly or beloved, so...gathered...people! We are gathered here today, sorry for the repetition-"

"If you don't hurry the fuck up, then we'll start the wedding night right here, right now, for all of us," Ed said sharply.

Beside him, Olu and Jim shook their heads. Lucius and Pete shrugged.

"Oh, well," Barnaby blushed. "I suppose then do you all of these three couples take one another as your lawfully wedded persons, or pirates, or whatever term pirates use for this?"

"Spouse is probably fine," Olu said. "And yes! Yesses all around, right?"

A chorus of yesses answered.

"Great," Barnaby sighed. "Then by the power vested in me to do what really is more of a chore, having experienced it, I now pronounce you all pirate spouses. I suppose."

Izzy's knife whipped across Barnaby's neck, slicing it open, as Izzy turned to applaud with everyone else.

"Oh, let me and Buttons take care of him," Roach gently pushed by to get to the body. "Everyone, there's wedding cake in the galley! Buttons and I will meet you all there after we get him put away!"

They stumbled out in a happy living mess, while Roach pulled a knife from his belt. Ordinarily they might have stayed behind to help, but not today. There was orange wedding cake to be had.

#text post #ofmd scenelet #this is another semi crack fic but it's also cute i think #tw cannibalism #blackbonnet #jimwande #lupete #altho Lucius and Pete are simply present here and dont have lines 😬 #but tbh that's because as i wrote they basically just stood there being antsy to get to the wedding night bit #so there's not a lot of blood flowing for talking ya know

[dapperbeetledraws]

At the end of 2nd year, Harry catches Malfoy's father tearing into Draco...and despite their differences he can't help but step in, knowing all too well what it is like to have family hate you just for not fitting the mold. He doesn't expect, however, the vulnerability from Draco and what it does to Harry's heart.

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I've been thinking a lot about Draco and Harry's family situations; how both of them have convoluted relationships with lots of rejection/control (Dursleys specifically for Harry). Draco does have his mother who seems to love him pretty unconditionally, but I don't feel she would step in very openly if Lucius felt the need to punish Draco. I really feel that's where a lot of his bully energy came from - the need to impress/conform to his dad. So I wonder if Harry had seen through the cracks, evidence of Draco's true harsh environment, what would have happened! If I ever wrote fics I'd love to write one about this sort of thing!!

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #fanart #harry x draco #sketches #comic #dapperbeetledraws #draco x harry

[thetardigrape]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fang/Lucius Spriggs Characters: Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Lucius Spriggs Additional Tags: Fang is adorable, like both actually in the show and also in this fic, explicit consent because that's fucking hot, and because these boys are nice and good and always do things on the up and up, Post-Episode: s01e05 The Best Revenge Is Dressing Well, Pre-Episode: s01e06 The Art of Fuckery, yeah just in that little window between those episodes, when clearly A Lot happened, for Lucius at least, And his boyfriends Summary:

Lucius has drawn Fang naked, sure. But he'd truly love to do more.

#i meant to do a lot today but instead i just wrote more smut #because listen #there is not NEARLY enough fang x lucius fic #how #they are practically canon #unthinkable #our flag means death #ofmd #fang x lucius

[longdaytogo]

the boy in the portrait

@hotchnaur wrote a fic for this!

This is based off a little snippet I wrote which honestly isn't much (since I have absolutely no writing skills) but was more of a "I need to write this down before it disappears forever from my brain" kind of rush.

This takes place in an AU where Draco didn't make it out of the Fiendfyre, but the war is won and done. The Ministry has ordered a cleanup and seizes pureblood residences, namely Malfoy Manor, and Harry volunteers to inspect the property. He doesn't know why he did, but still apparates to the front gate, in a sort of trance since the Room of Requirement incident, not fully understanding why he's feeling so.

As he walks up the spiraled stairs and down the long corridors, it hits him that he's in the Malfoy ancestral home, the very place where Draco grew up. The eerie quiet is interrupted by the sound of a child crying and murmured shushes from a further corridor up the path. When he follows the sound, he's greeted by a long line of portraits, all old and dead, glaring at Harry before sharply turning and disappearing into their paintings.

He continues down the path until he gets to the very last portrait—a young boy crying, fisted hands covering his face. The other portraits tell him to "pipe down that noise" before vanishing, leaving only Harry and the young boy. When Harry approaches the smaller boy in the portrait to ask if he's alright, he stops dead in his tracks. It's Draco. A much younger Draco who looks to be around 6 or 7, much smaller than his first year at Hogwarts with his signature white blond hair and not-so-pointy chin.

Young Draco sniffles, wipes away his tears, and looks up at Harry, confused about who he is. He asks where his mother and father are and how lonely he is here. He explains how he "woke up" one day in this portrait and feels scared. How all the other portraits (namely Great Great Aunt Belvina and Grandfather Cygnus) won't answer his questions and only tell him to be quiet.

Harry stares at the younger Malfoy absentmindedly. He tells Draco he's here to stay for a while and asks if he has any messages for Lucius and Narcissa. "They're out right now but they'll be back shortly," he says, and young Draco's eyes light up. Draco finds a willing listener in Harry and tells him about how sad he is here, how delightfully boring it is, about his new toy dragon from Diagon Alley and about that one time Pansy and Theo fell face first in a puddle of mud as he and Blaise had watched, giggling while saying so.

Harry quietly listens, noticing he still points his nose up tauntingly while teasing and the way his haughty air or confidence seems to permeate the conversation. Harry tries to absorb all that he can, overlapping this young Draco with his Draco—noticing their similarities and difference where one is all childlike innocence and laughter, while the other only a mere husk of a boy towards his final days.

Young Draco tells Harry about his first flying lesson and his new broomstick when he suddenly asks if Harry knows "Harry Potter." Shocked, Harry asks how he knows the name when Draco, going a bit red in the ears, replies back how he's going to be Harry's best friend at Hogwarts ("once my letter arrives in a few years!") he says proudly. He tells Harry how he's made father buy out all the books on "Harry Potter" and how mother reads them to him nightly.

Draco makes Harry promise not to tell anyone, sharing that he only revealed it to so because he had shared so much already. Harry promises and, feeling a bit disheartened, says he needs to go, but he'll come back soon. Young Draco pouts and whines but understands, reminding Harry to pass along the message to Lucius and Narcissa. He waves goodbye, on the promises of "I'll see you later," and disappears into his portrait. Harry watches the boy vanish, then turns to leave down the corridor he came.

Walking down the stone path back to the gate, he recalls a boy with teary eyes surrounded by scorching flames and another boy dreaming of befriending the Boy Who Lived. He leaves Malfoy Manor feeling choked and a little worse than when he arrived.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #i cannot write for shit but i hope this was somewhat legible if at least entertaining #i hope??? #I TRIED #portraits only come to life once the subject is confirmed deceased #so uhhh draco is DEAD dead

[lesbianlucius]

So remember when I wrote a fic last year that was speculating about how Lucius survived to see season 2 and I included this tag?

GOD I am so smart and handsome.

#lucius spriggs #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #season 2 spoilers #I was wrong about which ones but I'm still pretty proud of myself #the scream i scrumpt when he showed up

[orangemoustache]

[...] Tom almost didn’t catch the dark-haired, green-eyed man sitting in the passenger seat of the car outside. He only saw him for a moment, but he was gorgeous. Beautiful enough to die for. “Lucius,” he said, breathless. “I think I’m in love.” “Oh no,” Lucius replied. “Not again.”

my piece for this year's @tomarrybigbang! i was paired with @goldenzingy46, who wrote a very funny coffee shop au fic: It's Never Too Latte

#art #tomarrybigbang #harry potter #tomarrymort #hp fanart #tomarry #coffee shop au #yes....again #please notice that ron's car is a ford anglia #i thoughtlessly gave harry a scar and now i'm realizing this is a muggle au so...uh. #classic lucius reaction face. and this time he's even in the foreground lol

[asoulwithadream]

TEASER REVIEW BECAUSE I'M DEAD

it's him. he's back. HE'S BACK. BESTIES HE'S BACK. i'm sick. his letter has caused my entire brain to shut down. "I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I LOVE BEING NEAR YOU. BREATHING THE SAME AIR" bestie how did you find ao3 in 1717? AND THEY GAVE US ALL THAT IN THE FUCKING TEASER TOO?????? dude he looks so fucking heartbroken– YEARNING RAAAAAAAH

THIS FUCKING SCENE— he CUSTOMISED THE TOPPERS TO LOOK LIKE THEM I'M CRYING SOBBING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR. omg omg omg omg they love eachother so much PLEASE. and poor sweet ed jesus he has been CRYING AND HE LOOKS SO EMPTY IM SICK IM DYING IM DEAD. i'm sick, i need the icu help. does this mean he's good at painting.

GOTH UNIFORMS. THEY'RE REAL. im so incredible sick frenchie has cat claws. HE HAS CAT CLAWS IM DYING. and JIM HAS A PAINTED BEARD and SHAVED SIDES. i'm actually going to burst into tears. my heart is going to stop at any moment. even FANG HAS A COOL NEW UNIFORM

i don't think i'm alive anymore at this point. THE PARALLEL. THE PARALLEL. and 9 guns he literally turned into the kraken. HE TURNED INTO THE VERY THING HE HATED HELP ME PLEASE (also did anyone notice the scene where he rose out of the ocean was very similar to potc??????? help??????) stede please stop looking lovingly out in the distance my heart has gotten enough beatings

competent stede in red. FABULOUS IM GOING TO CRYYY 2. izzy hands it's izzy isreal it's you PLEASE this is so reminisence of all the ao3 fics— izzy's finally realised what ed has become and needs to go find stede and bring ed back PLEASE HELP I'm GOING TO CRY IZZY AND STEDE BEING FRIENDS NO NO NO NO NO HELP HELP HELP HELP this is his road to self discovery and acceptance and love i'm feral

that's the same place mofos THAT'S THE SAME PLACE. THEY'RE CLOSE. omg they're going to end up FIGHTING EACHOTHER AREN'T THEY AREN'T THEY OR IS IT THE FIRST TIME THEY SEA EACHOTHER . (also, COMPETENT STEDE?????) HELP ME THEY'RE SO FIGHTING. OMG what if they're running TOWARDS EACHOTHER OKFLAIKHFL please this is insane i will cry david jenkins you have forsaken us all.

minnie what are you doing to stede. HE DOESn'T WANT IT. He'S UNCOMFORTABLE IN SUCH A STATE. LITERALLY THE NAME OF ONE OF THE EPISODES ANNE LEAVE HIM ALONE, (and do it to me) (please i'm desperate)

these two barbies are having the times of their lives.

im convinced that "susan" (whoever ruibo quan is playing) is a mermaid. buttons is being taught the way of the sea by her since she is part fish. she is setting him up with the ocean so they can make sweet love, instead of yearning like captain blondie and emo over there

WHO'S FALLEN IN A RIVER IN LEGO CITY. IT MUST BE SOMEONE ON BLACKBEARD'S SHIP MATES IS IT ED????? ED HAS FALLEN OFF A SHIP IN LEGO CITY. HELP ME WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW OMG THE REVENGE ISN'T SINKING ISN'T SHE??? PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME

THIS IM SORRY BUT WEE JOHN IS LOOKING ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS, ROACH HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE, AND IS THAT PETE THAT MUST BE PETE IT'S PETE ISN'T IT IT'S BLACK PETE. we don't have enough content with pete. YOU KNOW WHY? or else it would have to include LUCIUS. HAH. got you there david

well. that concludes my current rant. other parts of the trailer have been excluded bc they deserve their own posts OR others have phrased it better than me LMAO (yeah because what i wrote is peak shakespeare)

october 5th can't come fast enough help me

**UPDATE: FULL THEORY BASED ON THIS

#ofmd #our flag means death #rant #ofmd teaser rant #ofmd s2 #ofmd 2 #stede bonnet #ed teach #david jenkins #taika waititi #rhys darby #they're back they're really actually back #october 5th

[numinous-scribe]

I’m seeing a lovely trend of recommending DPxDC fics going around so here I am throwing my hat into the ring lol

+++

Beauty lays behind the hills by Library_of_Chronos

Danny loses everything. He runs fast and he runs far, somehow ending up in a back alley known as Park Row, where a strange man with flowers in his hands changes his life.

While Danny does end up staying with Bruce and a much younger Dick, the story focuses more on giving Danny a good support system both within Wayne Manor and with the Justice League, as they all come together to help Danny fight against Vlad. Status: Incomplete

Law of Retribution by Michaelisunderatted

“The ghosts like you.”

Danny watched as Red Hood reeled. Now that he thought about it, that was probably a creepy thing to say. Danny hadn’t talked to living people in years though, so Jason really should cut him some slack. He was trying his best. It wasn’t his fault living people had such weird hang ups about things.

“Okay,” Jason said, taking a deep breath. “Okay kid, what the fuck.” ...

Jason starts seeing ghosts. Danny comes back to the Living Realm for the first time since the Incident.  He has a job offer for Red Hood

I have not caught up with this one myself, but so far I’m really enjoying the darker/more serious tone of the story. Jason sees ghosts, Danny fumbles the “how to human” ball, and Duke takes no shit. It’s great! Status: Incomplete

Sundials by AkelaNakamura

Damian Wayne is nearing sixteen and it's finally feeling like a future is something he might get to choose. He has a Soulmate, somewhere, who is no longer subject to Grandfather's judgement. He wonders though, how he's going to find him when he's unmarked. There's a thousand ways to find a Soulmate, he knows, but Damian has nothing physical to guide him.

Tucker Foley has always worried that Amity Park will be too much for his Soulmate, whoever they are. Soulmates are supposed to match each other, to walk with each other, but there's not many places that are as wild as Amity Park. The only mark he carries though, is the one that links him to Sam and Danny, so he's left to wonder how they might meet.

Damian turns sixteen and everything changes.

A really sweet Tucker/Damian soulmate au with wonderful lore and mechanics and just overall oozing with tender softness. 100% adore this one. Status: Complete

Bruised by DizzlyPuzzled

The Guys in White are preparing for war. The Justice League doesn't believe in Ghosts and wrote Amity Park off. And Danny just wants things to chill for a moment so he can enjoy his life. But now he is the only thing standing between complete reality collapse and peace.

Ghost King au + political drama + taking down the GIW and Vlad? Amazing, stunning, I’ve re-read this at least five times now. Status: Complete 

Ouroboros by Rhapsody_in_Pink

In the end, it was Jack and Maddie that caused Phantom. It was Phantom that caused the downfall of Jack and Maddie. It was Jack and Maddie that destroyed Danny Fenton. It was Danny Fenton who accepted Phantom. And so Ouroboros swallowed himself.

An alternate take on how Danny acquired his powers and interacts with the ghosts around him as well as well as dimensional travel. I genuinely don’t have the words to describe how much I love this one, it’s just so good! Status: Incomplete

Your City Loves You (And Your Home Was Always Here) by bongo_balderdash

After a meeting between the Reigning Monarch of the Infinite Realms and the Justice League, King Phantom asks Superman to stay behind for a moment. Superman is a little hesitant, but they’ve just agreed to a peace treaty between the lands of the living and the dead, and apparently someone on the king’s council has something they’ve been waiting to say.

Not just a message for Superman. A message for Clark Kent.

This one was so sweet and it made me cry. Status: Complete

A Vigilante A Day Keeps the Government Away by DeathlySilent13

Lucius Fox gets a phone call he'd never expected from a source even more unexpected. Now, he's got to figure out what to do with a betrayed child, a traumatized nephew, a protective son, and an adoption-prone Bat.

Very interesting choice in using Lucius as the main POV, and it provides a fresh look at the beginnings of coordinating a take down of the GIW. This is only the first part of the series, and while it is Complete, there is still more to come!

What’s a Spleen Between Friends? by Cielle_Noire

Tim gets Isekai'd a few times, which is really inconvenient. The guy (meta? ghost? half-ghost?) who keeps helping him is cute though, so it's okay. Well, it's not okay, but it could be worse. Probably.

OR

Five Times Tim Fell Through a Portal and One Time He Didn't

A very witty 5+1 Tim/Danny fic. Great lore, great plot, great jokes. 10/10. Status: Incomplete

#dpxdc #dpxdc fic #dpxdc crossover #dcxdp #dpxdc fic rec #i have more so i might make another post later