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LyraTalise

@lyratalise.bsky.social

40s, they/she, knitter, spinner, and writer. Brain is 80% Our Flag Means Death. pfp @sailorsruin92.bsky.social‬ Find my fics on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LyraTalise/works

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LyraTalise @lyratalise.bsky.social · 15h ago

#WIPWednesday #OFMD for my new long fic coming soon, which finds Ed snowed in at the resort he was sent to after this incident.

It wasn’t even that big of a fucking deal. Blown out of all proportion really, and Ed had deleted his account after, so it wasn’t like it could happen again. All because he’d been sitting at his giant desk in his tall tower with his big windows, and he’d been weeping. Uncontrollably. It happened to everyone. Even heartless corporate raiders did it sometimes. Wasn’t because everything felt hollow. It definitely wasn’t because of a fucking kitten video—one tiny black ball of fluff trying its futile hardest to climb out of a shoebox, little paws scrambling against the cardboard.

Ed tried to scroll off the video, but he was crying hard enough that he just kept hitting play over and over again, the kitten never making it out. Fang had come in, maybe because of the sobbing, and had asked what was wrong.

“He’s...just...he’s struggling so hard...look at his paws...his face...and he…” Ed sobbed out. “He can’t get out....”

Then the back patting. “Aww, boss, I’m sure someone’s going to help him,” Fang had said, then the tea and the hot cloth, and the discussion with the rest of the team.

The fucking thing was that Ed knew that kitten wasn’t him, not even metaphorically. Maybe it was just that Ed saw the little guy, all fluffy fur and big eyes, and he knew precisely how the creature felt. He knew what it was to be in a box, and no matter how hard you tried, the box was the same, and you were the same, and there was never an escape.

Maybe he was the kitten, metaphorically. Fuck.

EllieCub 📝🍫@elliecub.bsky.social · 5h ago

For #OFMD #WIPWednesday - my Gentlebeard Just Married Modern AU! It will get finished one day but for now, it's two chapters worth of Ed and Stede being repeatedly interrupted by their loved ones on their wedding-night. Feat. the crew, stepdad Ed and TEA! ☕ archiveofourown.org/works/637750...

Surrounded By Family - Chapter 1 - TeaCubOx - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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R | Politest Menace 🏴‍☠️🍊@politestmenace.bsky.social · 6h ago

Today’s section of #ofmdskyfic, now cross-posted! 🦆🥚❤️ archiveofourown.org/works/902805...

Title card with an illustration of some ducks by a small plastic swimming pool in the background. The text reads, “Hatching a Plan
an #ofmdskyfic by R Politest Menace
art by mermaidinn”

R | Politest Menace 🏴‍☠️🍊@politestmenace.bsky.social · 15h ago

“Here, let me check the forecast,” Stede says, as if eager for a distraction after so much serious conversation. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, tapping around to access his weather app. 308/

Fyre @amuseoffyre.bsky.social · 7h ago

Lil surprise chapter today :) archiveofourown.org/works/542974... #ofmdfic #OFMD

A Little Restraint
Fyre

Chapter 136: Just… enough
Summary:

The funniest thing about the whole situation, Ed thought, was how cool Stede thought he was playing it.

Work was going on in the basement to create the dungeon of Stede’s kinky dreams and Stede was trying his damnedest not to seem too excited. It really, really wasn’t fucking working when he popped up in his chair like a meerkat every time one of the workmen came in or out, carrying bits and pieces.

Laura🏴‍☠️@watchtheflow.bsky.social · 8h ago

archiveofourown.org/works/90917666 hi pals, I have written a little thing about the awkwardness of actually going on a date with your best friend - Gentlebeard style.

silence makes the heart grow fonder title card

bryn @unfunpleasures.bsky.social · 12h ago

happy wip wednesday. here's something i started to try and break myself out of my little writing funk. it took 4.5k words to get to this kiss.

"Taking your time?" he jokes softly, afraid to speak too loudly or move his lips too much lest it break the spell. Stede's hand is on his thigh now, and his nose is grazing his cheek, and there's a wonderful, warm ache already beginning between Ed's legs.

He feels Stede's grin more spiritually than physically, because Stede's lips still aren't quite on him, but they're so fucking close— close enough that he can feel his stubble against his own short beard.

"Are you in a rush?" Stede asks, in a tone that suggests that he knows Ed's his all night if he wants him.

"You're so fucking hot, mate," he replies, because it's just about the best his brain can do at the moment, and Stede's surprised little laugh is so warm against his skin. Ed tilts his chin up a little, just to see— just to test him.

Stede, apparently one step ahead of him, tilts his own chin just enough to miss his lips, then takes pity on him, brushing the softest, lightest kiss over them. Ed's fucking veins tingle. He kisses him again, more firmly this time, and Ed cups his jaw as if to keep him there, lest he go fucking teasing again, the gorgeous bastard.

Ruth | Temporal_discounting 🏴‍☠️@insane-foliage.bsky.social · 12h ago

We're out in the moonlight Looking up on the stars above Feels so good when I'm near you Holding hands and making love Medium: Quilled paper on card #OFMDFanart #Gentlebeard

Quilled art of Ed and Stede's alternative second kiss. Stede is wearing his red shirt and Ed is in his rice sack. Ed's hand is cupping Stede's face as they kiss.

Medium: Quilled paper on card. Size: 21 x 15 cm

LibRoseITM 🐈‍⬛ 👽@libroseitm.bsky.social · 11h ago

I love them your honor 🥹

a painting of ed and stede from ofmd. inspired by a scene from 2x08 in which lucius and pete are getting married. Stede stares at them longingly, and Ed stares at Stede longingly.

Dr Xtina | long WIP era ✍️ 🖼️@drcfxtina.bsky.social · 13h ago

#WIPWednesday for my and @intheblanketfort.bsky.social’s collab, starting for #OFMDBisexualWeek 💜🩷💙 What happens after a presumably straight but divorced Stede Bonnet meets a guardian angel in leather who tends to his cycling injuries? #OFMDfanfic

Ed turns and walks towards his bike. He makes a striking figure from any angle. Stede wishes he were that cool looking—hell, that sexy looking. But then he supposes very few people are.
Once Ed has put his helmet on and straddles his bike, he looks over his shoulder at Stede. “Coming?” he asks in an amused tone, since Stede seems rooted to the spot he’s in.
“Yes!” Stede hurries forward, thankfully more steady on his feet now, and climbs on the back of the bike. He tries to keep his body as far back on the seat as possible, but there isn’t much room between his crotch and Ed’s bottom.
“Ever ride before?” Ed asks.
“No,” Stede squeaks. He clears his throat. “Never.”
“Just hold on to my waist, and grip her tightly with your knees.”
Stede obliges. The leather of Ed’s jacket is warm from his body, surprisingly soft and supple under his hands. His banged-up knee aches a little, but he manages to use his thigh muscles to grip the bike without too much discomfort. “Got it,” stede says.
“Sorry I don’t have a helmet for you,” Ed says, “but we’re not going far and you have your bike helmet, at least.” He looks over his shoulder and winks. “Promise I’ll go real slow, okay?”
“Yup. Yes.” There’s the squeak again. “Thank you,” he adds in a more normal tone.
Ed turns the ignition, the engine starts with a roar, and they take off—slowly, as promised. Even so, it’s exhilarating being on the back of a bike! Stede fights off the urge to wrap around Ed and lean forward. That must be something he’s seen in the movies.

Caly 🏴‍☠️💜😊@intheblanketfort.bsky.social · last wk.

For #WIPWednesday, a sketch from something @drcfxtina.bsky.social and I are working on for #OFMDBisexualWeek 🩷💜💙

A photo of a digital pencil sketch alongside a reference. The reference is an image of Ed Teach, clad in leather, long hair loose around his shoulders, looking down at Stede (not pictured) laying on the deck. The sketch emulates the pose and adds a motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm and a first aid kit slung over Ed's shoulder.

LyraTalise @lyratalise.bsky.social · 15h ago

#WIPWednesday #OFMD for my new long fic coming soon, which finds Ed snowed in at the resort he was sent to after this incident.

ClaireG 🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈@clairegregoryau.bsky.social · 24h ago

Jack in this story is (<Stede voice> was 😌) right up there with the most awful Jacks of all time, so this was a very satisfying piece of art to make, as the only one in this chapter. For Arthur and Curtis and Stede 🐊

A pair of alligators circles a Crocodile Dundee-style hat in the water. The left alligator is… very round. The duck floats serenely by at the top left.

Caladria - Wee Con 26 🏴‍☠️@caladria.bsky.social · yesterday

Your regularly scheduled Keep Me From The Storm chapter from me and @clairegregoryau.bsky.social is here! The storm breaks, and the new beginning dawns @ofmdreversebigbang.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/879132...

Keep me through the storm, story by caladria, art by claire gregory

DKBB 📷🌕📚🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️@dkbb.bsky.social · 24h ago

#sunset and #moon in tonight's #viewfromthedeck

Peach and lavender shades paint the sunset over the peaks in the view from my deck.

Waxing crescent 37% illumination moon in the view from my deck.

TenderAsHell❤️@tenderashell.bsky.social · 23h ago

Survey Status Report: We’re up to 135 responses with 2 weeks to go! If you are an #ace, #aro, or questioning #OFMD fan please take the survey and share with others 🫶 #OurFlagMeansDeath #Asexual #Aromantic

TenderAsHell❤️@tenderashell.bsky.social · 4w ago

Ace & Aro OFMD Fandom Survey is here! 💜🏴‍☠️💜 If you are part of the Crew and identify on the asexual and/or aromantic spectrums, please join in 💚🏴‍☠️💚 The survey will close Sept 1, responses are anonymous, participants must be 18+ forms.gle/dGVvdxa77nBs...

Graphic for the Ace & Aro OFMD Fandom Survey. The background is a pale sky blue, the header text is purple in a font that looks handwritten. On either side of the text there is an illustration of a message in a bottle. One bottle is green and the other is purple. In the center the text reads: A community survey for asexual & aromantic fans of Our Flag Means Death, closes September 1, responses are anonymous, 18+ only.

BB🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️🏳️‍⚧️Stedephile @tanteclem.bsky.social · 18h ago

For today's #WIPSnips word "anymore" a lil sneak peek at a meet-cute set at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

“So, how many of you have daddy issues?”

Before he could even think about it, Stede’s hand shot up. He noticed by banging his elbow against Ed’s that his arm, too, had gone up immediately. Again, they looked at each other, this time not with a giggle but with a sad little smile.

“The gay thing?” Stede whispered, thinking of the many times his own father had called him too girly, too soft, too weak before and especially after he’d found out about his sexual orientation.

“Nah, he had fucked off by the time I came out. You?”

“The gay thing and many, many other things,” Stede said quietly. “But now I’ve fucked off and I don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.social · 22h ago

The #WIPSnips word for August 19th is "anymore" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 19 - anymore
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
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boy | happydaiz 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️ Maybe going to WeeCon????@happydaiz.bsky.social · 18h ago

Today is Pink Flags Ed & Stede's 3rd anniversary, and also the day that something caused them to stop speaking to each other for almost a week... Lucius to the rescue! archiveofourown.org/works/54783079

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Zuckerbaby_1 Secret Owner of 'alf a Pyramid #LongLiveOFMD @ofmdzb.bsky.social · 17h ago

This week for #OFMD #WIPWednesday, a peek into where Ed's head is at in the first chapter of my pre-canon into canon-divergent sentient/haunted ships AU.

Ed dropped his hand from where he'd been fiddling with the trailing ends of a thread he'd worked loose from the sleeve of the boring-as-fuck beige-as-fuck linen shirt Izzy had insisted he wear. The whole outfit Izzy had chosen was really fucking annoying - his feet itched from the woollen hose and the breeches were fucking navy (not that Izzy had seen the irony when Ed had pointed that out). And his knee was not going to be thanking him for the unfamiliar heels that had no bloody ankle support and clacked loudly with every step he took. Not like the boots he'd left back in his cabin, good old faithful pair that had helped him sneak up on many a sailor during raids.
Helped him sneak up on Izzy more than once, all the better to make him jump and hiss like a startled cat. Every single fucking time. Never got old. Not for Ed, anyway.
Not like Ed, more to the point.

Blackbeard? Ed stroked through his thick beard, more grey and silver than black these days. Just like his hair, which was smoothed back into a low ponytail, held in place by a scrap of grey silk. More fucking grey. Yeah, yeah, Ed deciding to meet their contact in Barbados necessitated a whole different outfit to the ush, because of the whole 'crawling with Navy shitheads' and 'this plan is unnecessarily fucking dangerous, Edward' thing.
Ed could get down with trying on a whole new outfit - or 'disguise'
, as Izzy kept calling it - but
did it have to be this fucking boring? Beige and grey and itchy and the breeches weren't doing a thing for his arse. Or Izzy's arse, to be fair. Maybe all breeches were grey and scratchy and arse-ruiners, and not in the fun way.
Though.... Maybe not.
Ed reached out and tapped Izzy on the shoulder. "Gonna stop for a bit, my knee's being a fucker."

He moved over to lean on the railing around the dry dock before Izzy could say anything.
He felt Izzy's peevish presence next to him soon enough, the man thankfully not saying anything. Ed just needed a few moments to stare without Izzy clocking what - who - he was looking at, or complaining about the unicorn figurehead currently being attached to the front of the small ship.
Ed's attention was focussed on the figure in head-to-toe browny-orange, directing the movement of said unicorn, white-bowed shoes click-clacking as he strode up and down, remonstrating with the dock workers maneuvering the unwieldy creature. His hands moved almost constantly, flying up at the same time as the pitch of his voice, and he had these strawberry-blonde curls that somehow stayed in place no matter how emphatically he flung his head back. He wasn't wearing boring-as-fuck wool and linen, was he? Not a fucking skerrick of grey or beige to be seen, even if the browny-orange was a little heavy on blah brown. His whole fucking thing, attitude, whatsit... Demeanour.
His whole demeanour was fucking vibrant, like he had no two shits to give about pretty much anything.

And those breeches were doing a whole lot for what arse he did have. Must have some fucking brilliant tailors on hand. Not like whoever had run up these ill-fitting breeches Izzy had gotten made. Why they couldn't have kept some of the fancy-pants stuff they'd gotten on the last raid they did, on those Dutch merchants? Fucking Izzy, hocking all the silks and satins the first second he bloody could, leaving just the dullest of ditchwater linens.
Ed's arse could have been showing its best side in sleek, colourful breeches, just like Strawberry-Blonde and his whimsical little ship over there, but no. Ed had to wear awful, drab outfits designed by the world's most fashion-challenged pirate.
Gods, but Ed wished - not for the first time - that he was allowed a little whimsy in his life.
Allowed to relax a bit, not be the standover man that Izzy adored, the leader who meted out justice one increasingly unpleasant maiming at a time. It had all been a lot of fun, back when he was first making a name for himself, finding all of the ways he could bend his subordinates to his will. Drinking games and stabbing games and fucking whippies - all of it had been fun once, he was sure of it. Had to have been. No other reason why he'd done it - why he'd kept doing a lot of it - was there?

Zuckerbaby_1 Secret Owner of 'alf a Pyramid #LongLiveOFMD@ofmdzb.bsky.social · 4w ago

Not going to share any snips of Your Time Starts Now Episode 10 (it should hopefully be published soon-ish). I thought I'd share the prologue that I wrote for the sentient/haunted ships AU that I'm planning out. (I seem to be leaning towards horror vibes with this fic.) #OFMD #WIPWednesday

Caladria - Wee Con 26 🏴‍☠️@caladria.bsky.social · yesterday

kellykat53 🏴‍☠️❤️@kellykat53.bsky.social · yesterday

For #TakeTwoTuesday, a twofer - the same story told from Stede’s and Ed’s POV. @kninjaknitter.bsky.social did the podfic for Stede and @happydaiz.bsky.social did the podfic for Ed. Links to the original fics and both podcasts below👇

Victoriada (dream version)@dreams-of-june.bsky.social · yesterday

Stede likes watching the ships go by. Probably, too much. Ed thinks he misses The Revenge. Could that be true? For #TakeTwoTuesday post-canon fic about light misunderstandings and lots of comfort. #ofmdfic archiveofourown.org/works/66460351

Look at the Sea, Look at Me - DreamsOfJune (Victoriada) - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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R | Politest Menace 🏴‍☠️🍊@politestmenace.bsky.social · yesterday

Bc the boys are my happy place, and I keep the trains running on time: here’s today’s bit of #ofmdskyfic 🦆🥚❤️ (I didn’t know how apropos Ed’s thoughts in today’s final post would be 😅) On ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/902805...

R | Politest Menace 🏴‍☠️🍊@politestmenace.bsky.social · 2d ago

Stede waits as Ed secures the blanket around his shoulders; he’s not willing to leave 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 behind. Ed holds it on with his left hand and picks up the mug of tea with his right, following Stede up the stairs.⁣ 282/

mahnah 🌌@mahnah.bsky.social · yesterday

Took a break from a comm to draw this enjoy pls 💛 #ofmdfanart

Fanart showing cctv footage of Stede Bonnet bent over tryna wedge a crowbar under his door because he is locked out. On the bottom the text reads "False alarm Karl, it's just Cap'n." With a small doodle of Butttons and Karl. Art is done in a washed out dark blue hue.

Haylezilla Minus Zero@heyhayley.bsky.social · yesterday

AU where Buttons thinks he's caught the Fresno Nightcrawler on camera but it turns out it's just his neighbour Stede getting locked out in really tight shorts

LyraTalise @lyratalise.bsky.social · yesterday

Big transition for me today. Dropped my one and only kid off at university. Doing okay, but it'll be a big adjustment for all of us. Very excited to see what he does out in the world.

Pirate Camp West #OFMD @piratecampwest.bsky.social · yesterday

Have not rebranded this account yet BUT consider: 2027 US west coast pirate camp long weekend! If that interests you, fill this out. I’ll share the discord before too long for more planning stuff. airtable.com/appLhgiE1LRo...

R | Politest Menace 🏴‍☠️🍊@politestmenace.bsky.social · 2d ago

Thinking about my 90s high school boys on this #TakeTwoTuesday, since I started posting the sequel last August 🎢❤️ I love these lads with all my heart! (The sequel in question, with wonderful art by @mermaidinn.bsky.social: archiveofourown.org/works/68515541)

‘Til the Stars Don’t Shine - Chapter 1 - PolitestMenace (GayPirateAficionado) - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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R | Politest Menace 🏴‍☠️🍊@politestmenace.bsky.social · last yr.

Stede Bonnet doesn’t know why he’s going. All right. Technically he knows; it’s because it’s the thing to do, and only the most loser-y of losers wouldn’t go. Ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/651523... #ofmdskyfic #ofmdfic #ofmdfanfic #gentlebeard

A graphic in shades of blue and purple with a free fall amusement park ride on the left (photo credit https://newsplusnotes.blogspot.com) and the words “Free Fall a 1990s High School #ofmdskyfic by R | Politest Menace”

Deniz @denizb33.bsky.social · 2d ago

#TakeTwoTuesday!

Mint@515253545.bsky.social · 2mo ago

IT’S HERE @denizb33.bsky.social AND MY REVERSE BIG BANG FIC AND ART!! Go read about Stede stumbling into a little magical pocket dimension and finding love and himself in the process!!!! archiveofourown.org/works/873603... #ofmdrbb #ofmd #gentlebeard #ofmdfic #ofmdfanart

A book with a witch hat hanging off the side. The cover says:

Let This Spell Last Forever
Deniz + Mint

Deniz @denizb33.bsky.social · 2d ago

#TakeTwoTuesday!

Deniz@denizb33.bsky.social · last mo.

It's heeeeere!!! Spring 1984 Stede has a demo tape and a dream. Ed is a music producer bored out of his skull by the uzhe. What happens when their worlds collide? archiveofourown.org/works/874209... #OFMDReverseBang @happydaiz.bsky.social ❤️

Ruth | Temporal_discounting 🏴‍☠️@insane-foliage.bsky.social · 2d ago

Somehow, while I wasn't looking, my first fic turned 2! 🎂so here it is again for #TakeTwoTuesday This fic is a canon-divergent take on Calypso's birthday, in which Ned didn't show up, and Ed and Stede got their stolen dance. archiveofourown.org/works/58125283 #OFMDFic #Gentlebeard

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BKTrashCat @bktrashcat.bsky.social · 2d ago

in the spirit of fighting my own perfectionism or whatever, please have the first part of this story that's been sitting in my drafts for a year 😬 old 4t4 ed/stede lose their place and go live with their kids. based on 'love is strange' and 'bagbhan.' archiveofourown.org/works/907497...

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Dr. Briana Jackson 🏴‍☠️@baladria.bsky.social · 2d ago

Had a brief wind at the ref desk… There is art for this scene by @aliassamm.bsky.social 👹, but you don’t get to see it until the chapter is ready. I wanted to give you all a gift to thank you for the bday wishes. This will be in the next chapter in Please Let Me Hold You. (Subject to editing)

Excerpt from an OFMD fanfic titled Please Let Me Hold You. Text reads:

When Stede walked into the house, he expected to be greeted with an enthusiastic kiss from Ed that would make the kids pull faces of disgust while secretly being warmed by it. However, Ed did not greet him. Furrowing his brow and frowning, Stede set down his briefcase and began pulling off his coat. “Ed?” he called. He wondered if perhaps Ed was already setting up for their Friday stream, possibly panicking about Stede playing a video game with him for the first time.

A small yip and faint cursing floated to him from further in the house, followed by a giggle. “I’m here!” came the reply.

“All right,” Stede said uncertainly, folding his coat over his arm and picking up his briefcase again.

Already he was used to Ed greeting him after work that he’d been completely siderailed from his routine of hanging up his coat and leaving his briefcase by the door! He trod across the living room to the dining room, where it seemed Ed’s voice had issued. Had Ed prepared a nice meal for him? It was bound to be delicious. A nice celebration before they streamed, something to calm them both. At the doorway to the dining room, Stede stopped short, and a shrill little animalistic cry escaped his throat as he took in the view before him. Both his jaw and his briefcase hit the floor, while the latter clattered open and spilled all over the floor. Printed spreadsheets, graphite refills for his mechanical pencil, Nigel’s poorly drafted report, lay strewn under and around the dining table on top of which… Stede groaned an unholy sound he didn’t know he was capable of.

Excerpt from an OFMD fanfic titled Please Let Me Hold You. Text reads:

“Hey babe,” Ed said nonchalantly, but in a voice that was dripping with seduction. “Thought I’d free up the freezer and use all these blueberries.”

He lounged there, completely naked, on top of the dining table, propped up on his elbows with his legs spread wide. And his ass was plopped right into a freshly baked warm blueberry pie. To emphasize the point, Ed smirked rakishly and wiggled his butt, smooshing more of the blueberry filling everywhere it could possibly go. It had spilled over and splatted onto the table, while more of the mess coated Ed’s inner thighs that he spread even wider to give Stede a full view of his blueberry-covered dick.

Pastor of Muppets @pastor-of-muppets.bsky.social · 2d ago

Okay are you guys ready to see how Ed and Stede do "long distance" when 65 feet apart? Because It. Is. ADORABLE. archiveofourown.org/works/888749...

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