OLA + AFTER MOORDALE Ft. Lily Iglehart @mysfated

🪐 — OLA + AFTER MOORDALE ft. lily iglehart  @mysfated

after moordale closes, ola decides to return to sweden to complete college, & ultimately attends university studying psychology in stockholm. lily, meanwhile, remains in england to chase her creative dreams. the two stay together in a long-distance relationship, but the space between them leads to many challenges. though they visit each other often — especially as ola returns to england to see her father & half-sister at least twice a year on holidays — it still proves difficult to maintain their closeness. eventually, in an attempt to make sure that they are both getting the intimacy & affection they need even while they are apart, lily & ola agree to try an open relationship.

ola takes to polyamory very naturally. though there is a definite learning curve for both of them, & the transition to an open relationship requires frequent negotiation & reassurance, they are excellent communicators. eventually, the two fall into a natural rhythm & establish boundaries that make them both comfortable & happy. while they both date other people casually while far apart, lily remains ola's primary partner throughout her four years at university & three years of graduate school.

upon receiving her psychology doctorate at the age of 25, ola finally returns to england to be closer to lily. the two move in together, with jean acting as a mentor to ola as she launches her career as a youth grief counselor. while they never formally close their relationship to others, after reuniting ola & lily mostly begin to stop dating other people & focus on each other as their primary partnership.

after a few years of living together, once both of their careers have been well established & they are financially secure, ola proposes to lily. their wedding consists of an elegant ceremony held outside under a blanket of stars, & a massive, science-fiction themed reception with all their friends to celebrate their interstellar love.

also something something about izzy as a character representing "the old guard," those queer elders who endured extreme danger & hostility for who they were (exhibit A is him & ed constantly talking about how all their old friends are dead & didn't make it like hello) & who heavily relied on assimilationist tactics to survive in a society that he knew would never accept him, & therefore now struggles deeply to be at ease around all the younger queers who have no desire to hide their identities, & has a hard time trusting in a safe space where there is no fear of repercussions for who he is

But Blackbeard did say he credited you... with a lot of his skills. Yeah, well, Blackbeard says a lot of things. But what did he say about me specifically? Well, specifically, he said you taught him everything he knows. Made him the Captain he is today.

THECODEKEEPER

A study in violence for the sake of peace, generational trauma, the abused becoming the abuser, ad destructive loyalty.  ©

      IF DROWNING COULD BE PLEASANT, it might feel something like this, izzy thinks as he feels himself drift deeper down down down into the kiss. the sensation of someone touching him so gently is pleasant, & the hand pressed against his chin is large & soft. & he does like it, he decides at last. so much so that when lucius stops to speak, izzy can’t help but groan quietly in protest. & it quickly turns into a scowl when lucius taps the side of his head. ❝ what is it with everyone on this fucking ship's obsessive need to — ❞ he cuts himself off with an aggravated sigh, refusing to let bonnet's favorite phrase leave his mouth. not here, not now.

            but izzy still doesn’t release his hold on lucius’ jacket, eyes downcast as he fiddles absently with the lapel. it takes him a moment, weighing the words carefully on his tongue before he lets them out. ❝ i don't want to talk, ❞ he finally says, voice low but steady. ❝ i want to keep kissing you. i want to touch you. ❞ as if to make the point, his gloved hand reaches out to rest just above the other man’s knee. & izzy slowly pulls his eyes up lucius’ body, for the first time truly allowing himself to appreciate the slope of his torso, the broadness of his chest, the kiss-flushed shade of his lips. ❝ i want to see you, & — ❞ he pauses, breath going shallow. ❝ & i want you to see me... underneath all this, i mean. ❞

izzy curls his hand around his light jacket again,   bringing them closer still and lucius lets out a laugh,  small,  more breath huffing out of his lips than sound.   '  like that,  do you?  '    lucius has certainly no complaints about it to make.  and besides,  he has better things to do,  like for example shifting just enough so that he can put one hand on izzy's leather clad shoulder while the other daringly comes to rest at the man's jaw,  skin on skin.  heart skipping a tiny beat,  lucius has to remind himself that izzy asked to be touched,  that this is fine,  all good,  nothing to worry about.  the angriest,  possibly most repressed man he's ever met,  allowed lucius to touch him, to lead him to a bed,  and is currently kissing him carefully..  gently even?  which is nice,  sure,  but. 

'  i'm not going to break.  you don't have to hold back if you don't want to.  '   on his part,  lucius is keeping his own touch considerate,  grounding rather than hurried  —  not because he is scared or inexperienced,  god no,  but simply because this should be a safe space,  one where izzy can let himself have this without shoving it away as fast as he can.   '  tell me what's going on in here,  '   he speaks quietly,  voice steady,  as he lightly taps a finger to izzy's temple.   '  tell me exactly what you want.  '

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