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This is a partial mirror of my work on AO3. I thought it would be more prudent to build it up slowly, so if there's something you want that isn't on here, please contact me at pearwaldorf dot gmail.

For ease and laziness, many one-off fandoms have been condensed into an "Other" category. Please click below to see which are included.

Fandoms in "Other"

Knives Out (movies)
Interview With the Vampire (TV)
Oxventure: Blades in the Dark
Malevolent (podcast) Ninja Assassin (movie)

"What is that?”

“They call it ganja in Kingston, other places cannabis or just herb. Helps you relax.” Ed offers Stede his pipe. “Want some?”

“I'll give it a go, but I've never done this before, so you might need to tell me how this works.” Stede feels deeply unworldly compared to Ed sometimes, sheltered by both privilege and naivete. But Ed never judges, teaching him what he knows. Sometimes Stede even learns.

Before he heads into the closet to change, Stede catches Ed’s sleeve. His expression is concerned.

“I know last time we did this things went a bit… pear-shaped. We can still go with the backup plan if you like, just say the word.”

Ed shakes his head. That was a bloody lifetime ago, feels like. And in some ways maybe it was. It does help this time it’s for a fuckery, he’s not going to lie. A thing to put on for a reason, the proper kind of pretend.

“I’m good, mate.”

"I told you, darling. You're going to touch yourself, and I'm going to sit and watch." There's such easy confidence in his voice, a certainty Ed will do as he requests. It nearly bowls him over, the punch of need at the realization he absolutely would.

"Is that an order, then?" He pitches his voice low, sultry; and is gratified to see Stede's expression go darker, hungry.

"If you want it to be."
Know anything about this person? Ed’s not even sure why he’s asking.

Looks kind of poncy. Probably a tourist. Says he’s coming in later, so I’m sure you’ll be up to meet him *stuck out tongue emoji* He rolls his eyes.

Maybe he’ll be interesting. Would be a nice goddamn change. Izzy leaves him on read. Fine. Ed will let this fucker in, do the stupid patter. He might get stuck making polite, inconsequential conversation for a little bit and then he’ll go back to his room. Perhaps Ed will see him one last time as he leaves for the airport.

--

Or, the AirBnB AU

A knock, then the door opens. Ed slips into the room, closes it behind him.

"You didn't need to check on me." He's aware of how petulant he sounds, but he can't bring himself to be ashamed of it. (Which is, of course, why he's terrible.)

"I know. I wanted to." Now Stede feels even worse, taking Ed away from the merriment and a chance to catch up with his friend.

"Go back downstairs, I'm sure they miss you already. And I imagine you and Gil have a great deal to talk about."

If Ed were a sensible man he would retreat and leave Stede to his misery, slip back into their room after a night of carousing and sleep until the sun is high. But in so many ways he's absolutely barmy, especially when it comes to Stede. Usually it works out in his favor. This time it does not.

"They just spent weeks with me breathing down their necks, they're glad to be rid of me. And I don't want to talk to Gil enough that I’m willing to ignore you not being all right.”

—

Or, sometimes the way to get out of your head is to get your dick in someone else.

Phillip takes the flask, ignoring how their fingers brush, and downs more than is probably polite or wise. It’s whiskey of some sort, burning sweet on the way down.

“Thank you,” he says, handing it back. “It is very much an improvement.”

The man screws the lid back on, puts the flask back in his jacket pocket. “A fine bourbon, American of course. Certainly other countries produce it, but it never tastes quite right. Like a bagel made outside of New York.” His accent is something Phillip has heard but never actually encountered in person, almost parodic in its intensity. It’s fascinating.

You've worked so hard this week. You should get a drink, a finer meal.

Percy's not starving anymore, but his situation is hardly luxurious. Perhaps not even quite adequate yet. But word is spreading of the young man with white hair and his smithing skills. He has just enough coin to spare for something nicer.

“Perhaps you’re right.”

I know just the place.
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  • Interview With the Vampire (TV)
  • Grace de Pointe du Lac, Lestat de Lioncourt
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Louis is much less discreet than he thinks he is. Grace is thankful for this, as it makes finding this Lestat de Lioncourt's address so much easier.

"And is that something you enjoy, then?" John's tone is inquisitive, but there's more. A low smolder, perhaps also an arched eyebrow, a flirtatious look if circumstances were… different.

"I’m not quite sure what you mean." An absolute fiction, of course, but Arthur is British; sometimes it happens. They've never quite determined how much John is able to sense parts of their body that he doesn't control. Arthur wonders if he feels the pulse of their blood quicken, how the catch of a breath translates without ears.

"So what's the occasion, that you wanted to speak to us?" Edvard asks.

"Obviously you must be aware of what happened." Alice does not need to say what; their eyes flick in the direction of the former HQ site. "I want in."

"I'm sorry, what?" Edvard blinks politely.

"She wants to join the Hobbyhorses. Keep up," Zillah says.

The door opens, revealing a man about his age and height dressed in the most ridiculously fanciful clothes Edward’s ever seen. His waistcoat, overcoat, and breeches are a bright robin’s egg blue, richly embroidered. Somehow his stockings are spotless despite being bright white. There’s mountains of lace at his wrists and his neck. Surprisingly his head is bare of hat or wig, showing off tousled blond hair.

The first thought that pops into Edward’s mind is that he is devastatingly handsome. The second is he is at this stranger’s mercy.

"Alice." Peter's looking at her, something in his eyes she can't quite parse. "We've been dancing round each other for months. I thought I could wait for this to resolve naturally, as it were. But when I saw you on the ground all still like that—"

He takes her hand. Brings it to his lips and kisses the back, solemn and reverent. "It made me realize life is unpredictable, especially here in Volisport. So we should go after the things we want."

Stede looks at both of them, trying to make sense of the very nonsensical. “I'm sorry, but am I having some sort of headache-induced delusion?”

“No love, you’re not.” Ed says.

“And you have no idea how this happened?”

“Not a fucking clue, sweetheart.” Blackbeard replies.

“Do either of you know if this is a permanent state of affairs?” They both shake their heads.

Stede looks thoughtful for a moment. “This is, of course, only a suggestion that one or both of you are free to refuse. Would you be amenable to a ménage à trois?”

Ed blinks. Blackbeard laughs, absolutely delighted. “You're full of surprises, always.”
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"And what do they say about our kisses?" Blackbeard leans closer.

--

A little ficlet inspired by Pond's gorgeous art

She gets up to put her bowl in the sink. Wai Po is looking at her. Like really looking at her.

“What?”

“You move differently now.”

“Okay.” She hasn’t exactly sat her family down and told them everything that happened, but between the Bus Incident and her and Shaun’s sudden disappearance Katy trusts that Wai Po has figured out something changed.

Ugh. Sometimes it sucks being Perceived.

“I see focus. Like you’ve found your path and are walking towards it.”

YOU!
I wanna take you to a gay bar!

(an OFMD vid)

“So what, you want me to shave you like a fucking valet? Shall I help you into your stockings and breeches afterwards?” That snarl again, the one that reminds him this is not Ed.

He takes a breath, lets it out. “I am asking, as a man in need of assistance. I suppose I could find Lucius, but I think he’s earned himself a night off.” At the mention of Lucius the Captain’s expression changes, just a bit. There’s not enough light to see what it changes to, but it’s something.

“I could kill you.” Stede can’t tell if it’s a threat or a mere statement of fact.

“You certainly could. And I would not be surprised or remorseful about my decision if you did.” He holds the Captain’s eye, longer than he expected he could. The Captain is the first to look away.
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“If I’d known you back then, I would have dragged you into a Jaeger myself, because there’s no way we wouldn’t be Drift compatible. You deserve to know what it’s like, how it feels when a Drift just… clicks.”

“Tell me, Crowley. I want to know.” Aziraphale’s voice is barely a whisper.

Do you feel home from all directions?
First bloom, you know it's spring
Reminding me, love, that it's all connected

(An Ed/Stede fanvid)

Aziraphale's voice is soft. “Love can make monsters. You and I have both seen that. But it can also bind them.”

“You say that like you know.”

“The thing I understand and was made for, my dear, is love. Certainly agape, philia, and all that wholesome tosh, but also eros and mania. It is a… misunderstanding to assume love leads us only to better things. Like all forces in the universe, it is morally neutral.”

“What I did. Was it out of love?”

Far into the future, Stede and Ed have a conversation about Stede's parenting.

--

“But I don't know if I would have been good either."

"People who are shit at things don't tend to worry about whether they'll be good at them, y'know."

"No, I suppose not."

“You could come with me, if you want.”

“To the train station?” Mika doesn't know if he's being dense or just doesn’t want to presume. Either way, it's charming in a way she did not anticipate to be so affecting.

“No, to where I’m staying. There’s more than enough room for two.”

“If that is what you wish.” He sounds deferential, almost meek. This isn’t going to do.

“I’d be happy to have you along, but ultimately it’s your choice. Do you want to come with me?” She looks at him, trying not to project how much she wants him to say yes.

“I would like that.” His voice is soft, pleased, and it makes something in her chest ache.