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aithusarosekiller · 6 months

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An Extensive List Of Ouizzy Hcs

Frenchie is a cuddler. If he gets the opportunity to latch on like a koala you know damn well that he will do it. This is often paired with soft kisses to wherever is closest to his face. He and Izzy were initially very casual with very little intimacy, until one day Frenchie just decided to cuddle up and Izzy had the realisation of 'oh shit, this is actually really nice'

Izzy's response to the first 'I love you' was a very panicked 'fuck off' until he remembered how similarly Ed had responded to his confession and freaked the fuck out because he didn't want Frenchie to feel that way. He was too emotionally constipated to apologise so he just left the room. It took two days for him to approach Frenchie and manage an apology, which was accepted a lot quicker than he anticipated.

Frenchie is so proud that he managed to pull the Izzy Hands and will not fail to mention it to EVERYBODY he comes across. He is very much the 'Well, yesterday, my husband said...' 'According to Iz- that's my boyfriend btw-' 'hey, this is Izzy, he's my beautiful boyfriend' 'I'm so lucky to have a husband like Iz' 'I have a partner too, his name is Izzy and-' 'sorry, I've got a date with my darling Izzy today' type of partner

Frenchie smiles in his sleep. It's adorable.

Jim is their no.1 supporter. They gave Frenchie the shovel talk, which he genuinely did not see coming. They think their relationship is 'cute', which made Izzy particularly grumpy and reluctant to talk to them for a week.

Izzy is a sub

Izzy always falls asleep first but he's a super light sleeper so Frenchie is careful to not move or even breathe too loud because he is terrified of waking him

Stede knew they were dating before Izzy did

Izzy will usually shut down Frenchie's superstitious theories but will occasionally indulge him if he's particularly adamant and it won't cause any harm bc at least it makes Frenchie happy to be believed.

The room they choose to hide Izzy in when he gets shot is the room the two of them had been secretly meeting up in for several weeks before the canon s2 timeline picks up. Frenchie just panicked and took him right there, having to come up with an excuse to give to Archie when she asked why he wanted to drag Izzy behind a dusty shelf.

Frenchie gives neck hugs, Izzy goes for the arms around the waist + face in shoulder hug. Occasionally Izzy will come up and hug him from behind but he finds it more intimate for some inexplicable reason so he rarely does it, especially in the company of others.

They can't go anywhere without walking into some big, scary guy Izzy once hooked up with. But Frenchie quickly grew to not mind because out of all of them, Iz still chose to stick the superstitious barely-pirate with no survival skills whatsoever so are any of them really that cool after all?

Lucius takes every opportunity to tease Izzy about their relationship. He will not stop until he gets a satisfying reaction. Or until he gets bored enough to make up an excuse for leaving...

Frenchie is a biter. No further information.

They don't usually do anniversaries but they DO frequently pretend that it's their anniversary when they want to get out of doing something for somebody else

In S1E4, Frenchie is the one that left the prosthetic at Izzy's door. He's also the one that told Lucius what to put on the note.

Izzy sometimes sings when he's really focused on something but he'll deny it to the end of time. Frenchie hears sometimes and just quietly listens. He'll switch between languages when he sings depending on his mood and Frenchie loses all human cognitive abilities when he brings out the French.

One day, Frenchie 'adopts' a rat he found onboard and calls it Maddy, Izzy hates it but still manages to convince Roach not to skin it and feed it to a seagull, all bc it made Frenchie happy. Ofc if you asked him, he'd say he had nothing to do with the thing being kept.

Frenchie manages to somehow slip the word 'babe' into every conversation

Izzy's a hand kisser. Especially the palms.

They both go to Wee John when they're stressing about gifts or smth and it gets to a point where he knows more about their relationship than they do

Izzy accidentally let the words 'my love' slip ONCE and is not allowed to forget it

There is nothing Frenchie wouldn't do to hear that man laugh. He'll do absolutely anything just to see him smile or laugh, which initially proves to be quite difficult.

They are girl dads idec

Izzy occasionally smokes, and it's one of the key ways Frenchie can tell if he is in pain or stressed out

They make bets about everyone else on the ship constantly. About almost anything.

Izzy tried to teach Frenchie how to read but his reading skills are relatively limited so it really didn't go well. They end up going to Ed for help because Izzy banned him from asking Lucius.

Frenchie knows a lot about flowers. He never says how but he'll go on about them for ages. Izzy secretly gives it endearing.

The black jacket Frenchie wears in s2 was given to him by Izzy. He made some adjustments and added the cat to the back and then started to wear it constantly; he quite liked wearing it because it felt like a comforting layer of protection and familiarity from the horrors around them

#ouizzy #frenchie x izzy #frizzy #frenchizzy #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2

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melvisik · 6 months

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OFMD S2 SPOILERS

Warning: This post contains non-explicit, brief implications of sexual assault/harassment and (explicit) invasion of personal space. The subject of consent is delicate and complex and I am no expert, so if any information/opinions in this post are evaluated to be erroneous, seem careless, or cause too much controversy, this post will be deleted and apologies given.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

That goddamn scene in episode 6. There are so many amazing posts that have painstakingly broken it down. So at the risk of another potentially controversial (and definitely extremely long) post, here's a summary of a few favorite observations complied together: The main thing to remember is that these two are still frickin' whim-prone. They don't think things through sometimes, and here especially they didn't let themselves think. One would assume they deliberately didn't stop to question any of this - Stede didn't just throw Ed over the couch for a ravishing, he took time to prepare the room as Ed waited for him.

Gifs credit to @mermaidstede

There was also absolutely something happening here on a more subconscious level, so here's a mixture of suggestions in one proposal: Ed came to comfort Stede, something that possibly no one has ever done for Stede before...

Gifs credit to @mermaidstede

Perhaps without even consciously acknowledging it, Stede is so touched. And he's conflicted and in shock and so filled with love for this man - he is an absolute mess. Stede grabs this wonderful source of love and comfort...

Gif credit to @mermaidstede

...and pushes him up against something solid to brace against. Stede is in something like a free fall, and he needs to feel something or someone is there to catch him before he crashes down...

Gif credit to @gay Ed's subconscious might be catching on to this; after the initial surprise of Stede's literal launch at him, Ed's nigh-supernatural instincts gauge Stede and the state he's in.

Gif credit to @gay Stede needs comfort and support desperately, something to show him that although he's killed someone who was a threat to the people important to him, he's not unlovable. So Ed gives the man he loves warmth...

Gifs credit to @gay

Ed shares in the good shit with him...

Gif credit to @nicostiel And Ed later tries to give him good food, like the marmalade he loves so much...

Screenshot credit to @piratecaptainscaptainpirates Ed is technically stretching his boundaries here, but he isn't unwilling to become physical; as much as he prefers to wait, he wants Stede as much as Stede wants him. Ed’s also in a bit of a vulnerable state at this point; both he and Stede just had their personal space utlra-invaded (to put it mildly), by some creepy bastard who considered Ed scum.

But Stede (who just caused said bastard's death for crimes Ed himself has committed against him - damaging his ship, hurting his crew) loves everything about him. Ed reciprocates. He's wanted Stede for a long while now, missing him like hell when Stede left...

...and Ed almost just lost him again.

Moreover, Stede needs to know in this moment that he is loved, it's going to be ok, and that Ed is there for him. So Ed consents...

Gif credit to @nicostiel He lets his adoring mate collapse against his body, giving him his usual sign of affectionate - a rough slap on his shoulder. That hand quickly slides up to brace around Stede's neck...

Gif credit to @nicostiel

...just like Stede had done to him.

Gif credit to @figmentof

Ed's touch is firm. The arm snapping around Stede's waist is firm as hell, as if Ed's giving Stede a combination of "I want you so much" and "It's okay, love. I've got you"

Gif credit to @bulletsangwich

Stede lets go, melting into his beloved, and is surrounded by the strength of supportive arms. He more than likely snakes his own arm around Ed's waist, bringing his other hand up to gently cup Ed's head and pull this solid source of love and warmth closer. Maybe in some ways, Ed is still trying to protect Stede...

Gifs credit to @izzy-hands ...and in some ways, Stede still needs to be protected. Now switch to (hypothetically) Stede's point of view right before this scene- We all saw it, that bastard did indeed hurt his crew and damaged Stede's ship, but when Ned blatantly disrespects and debases Ed...

Gifs credit to @eddie-redcliffe ...Stede snaps. But then perhaps this is a rage that was building before and not just out of protectiveness. Stede was the one who foiled Ned's plan, and yet it's Blackbeard to whom Ned asks about his punishment. We've all noticed how Stede longs to be respected as The Gentleman Pirate, and yet even when he's victorious he isn't taken seriously. He comments later to his Republic of Pirates fanclub how he and Ed take turns making decisions, and that is exactly what he wants. He wants to be Ed's equal. He's not Ed's pet...

Gif credit to @eddie-redcliffe

...anymore than Ed is Stede's plaything. Stede exacts his revenge, but it was an act from which he can never return. Olu and Jim told him in S1 - once you kill, it changes you forever. Ed's told him you can't come back from it. This is the first time he's intended to kill someone, and it leaves him reeling.

He needs time, he goes to be alone. Then Ed shows up, concerned and worried about him. On the surface, perhaps Stede's brain is overcompensating, making him feel confident rather than devastated. Stede could be feeling like he's on the same level as Blackbeard now. Ed has deferred to him many times, but now others will do it too. And here's Ed/Blackbeard himself, sympathizing with him and just simply being the man Stede loves.

Gifs credit to @mermaidstede

Stede lunges. He anchors them both into a stable place, then switches to being being gentle, waiting to see how Ed will react. Maybe also he's thinking how he and Ed are on equal footing now? They can be true pirates together. Or maybe he's musing about how Ned was so wrong, and Ed is absolutely everything? In any case, he treats Ed tenderly when the permission is given, treasuring their closeness but not really recognizing just what his subconscious could really be seeking.

Gif credit to @moiirasketchup In any case, what we ultimately see this night are a pair of kindred wrecks giving over to passion, spurred on from mutual desire and a deep need to show and receive love and comfort. Of course, there are numerous other ways to express these things to one's partner(s) rather than sexually (though it can be a method for some relationships), but for better or worse that seems the be what's happened here. Ed could have stopped it, pushed Stede away or talked him through it. He chose not to.

Stede could have just not initiated it in the first place. In fact, he probably shouldn’t have, and wouldn’t have in he were in the right headspace.

But the heat of the moment can be a bitch when emotions are running high. These overwhelming feelings are in addition to all their other traumatic baggage (which would take too long to analyze in this already-too-long-post, but for example - 'defiling beautiful things,' the different paths they're on, etc.), and again, these two are still frickin whim-prone. This really seems to be a moment when they're both just like "Fuck it."

So when Ed eventually calms down from basking in the afterglow, perhaps he realizes that yes, that could have been handled differently. He agreed to it, he wanted it, but was that really what Stede (or he) needed, and now what does it mean for their future? Ed panics, and true to his whimsy ways, he runs off to become a fisherman without really knowing anything about it.

Stede on the other hand is still running off a major high - he's destroyed a brief-time nemesis, gained infamy, learned pirating skills from one of the best, pulled off successful raids, reclaimed his ship, protected his crew, and made love to the love of his life. Then it all comes crashing down on him - his beloved leaves him, his crew are moving on to others things, and he gets his ass whooped while trying to separate lovers and pursue danger as if he somehow wants to destroy himself.

To state the obvious - Ed and Stede need each other. To share in fun and happiness, and to be there when the other really needs him.

We see them struggling figure out the best way to handle these trying times, and while some of the regrets and the risks are unavoidable, we all suspect (ie know) the rewards would most certainly outweigh them.

And on that note, to sum it up...

It's just the same old song Nothing cruel, nothing wrong It's just two fools Who know the rules But break them all And grasp at half a chance To play their part In a light romance

-"Light Romance" from Blood Brothers P.S. Ok, there's definitely nothing light about their romance but dammit, there's a unshakable need to add a Blood Brothers reference in an episode where Con O'Neill sings like the goddess he is...

Gif credit to @mozarlin P.P.S. Some other sources/insights can be found here (made a list of 'research material' this time):

A couple of analyses of the 'night in question' and/with 'day after'-

And a wonderful analysis/subtext-translation of episode 7's 'last night was a mistake' conversation-

#ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death #edward teach #stede bonnet #ofmd s2 spoilers #self indulgent #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

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forpiratereasons · 1 year

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stede coming home one night to ed already in bed, curtains left open, still mostly dressed, like he couldn’t stand to be upright a moment longer. stede knowing that ed’s had a long day and a longer week, and making sure to be loud when he comes in - shutting the door loudly, tinkering around in the kitchen opening the fridge, the drawers, coming up the stairs as heavily as socked feet can manage - so ed knows he’s there.

i’m coming, darling.

stede slipping into their room, slipping into their bed, still in his oxford shirt, his belt, his socks. like he can’t stand to be away from ed a moment longer. slipping close up behind ed where he’s curled on his side, slipping a hand around his waist to haul him closer. slipping a hand up under ed’s shirt, skin to skin, heat to heat, to feel ed’s chest rising and falling. to help ed’s breath slow and match his own.

i have you, darling.

he lays with ed for a long time. the daylight coming in through the open curtains fades, spilling honey slow through the room. ed lets stede hold onto him, but he stays curled up on his side, barely more than a cloud of silvered curls and an uneven breath in their sheets. it’s all right. stede knows how to wait with him. how to slow time down.

you’re here, darling. with me.

when ed finally exhales, relaxes fully into stede’s hold, stede can start to bring him back. he can start small, tracing a circle into ed’s belly with his thumb. he can press a little closer, let ed feel that he’s there, in palms around him and knees tucked behind his and the buttons of stede’s shirt along his spine. when ed’s hand finds his, clasping their fingers together, stede can reach up, pull all that hair to the side, find the vulnerable stretch of neck beneath his mouth. the hinge of a jaw, the shell of an ear. he can find the words to whisper.

breathe in. breathe out. come back to me, darling.

it takes ed some time, sometimes. to feel safe in their shared bed, in the warmth of their reality. to lift the weight of what’s crushing him down long enough to inhale, breathe in, breathe out. stede whispers to him about breath and heartbeats, about ordering chinese food for dinner, about the scent of their laundry detergent. the colour of the light, fading from honey to rust. the sound of their furnace kicking on.

you’ve got your hand in mine, darling. i’m going to give it a squeeze.

ed squeezes back.

#darcy writes pirates #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ofmd #it's been a really long week y'all

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knitnightstudio · 6 months

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We've made it to 2x3! everyone breathe! This one is gonna be fun, i promise.

We see the emerald clearly for the first time. We get a few shots in the beginning of the episode, more then the last 2 combined. But It's when Ed is leaning on the staff and telling Hornigold the reasons he wants to live that we get a good long shot of it.

Warmth, good food, intercourse, orgasms. All things Ed wants from Stede. This scene is from far away, we aren't being let in yet, but Ed is opening up a little and being pretty freakin clear about who and what he needs.

Ed isn't hiding the ring anymore. Even before he knows he's in the gravy basket he's suddenly being a lot more open with his left hand.

Look at that stance. We haven't seen Ed stand this open all season.

To me this is the most interesting scene. Ed's hands are clear for a very long time.

But look at these 2 shots closely. The emerald ring is completely backwards. The band alone makes the ring look like a traditional wedding ring.

At first I wasn't sure if it was just a fluke that wasn't caught in editing, but there is a scene cut between these 2 images, and the ring is STILL backwards.

That makes me feel like it was intentional. The show wants us to see this ring as a wedding ring, why else would they not have had Taika Waititi fix it between the two takes?

I'm not a film student so I could be totally off, but it struck me as interesting. I'd love to hear from someone who knows more about this stuff.

This is such a long scene and we see the emerald for all of it. Suddenly we have gone from Ed hiding it from everyone, including us, to him wanting us to see it, all be it from a distance. This is the first time you can actually see the ring if you're not pausing everytime Ed's left hand appears

And then we have the other amazing scene from this episode

Ed sees the light when Stede removes the cloth from his face and the rope that was previously tied tight around his waist just falls away, like magic. Merman Stede appears and we HEAR THE RING BANGING THE FUCK AROUND BECAUSE OMG ED HAS HIS STEDE BACK.

We hear Kate Bush's This Woman's Work

"I know you have a little life in you yet I know you have a lot of strength left I know you have a little life in you yet I know you have a lot of strength left

I should be crying but I just can't let it show I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking

Of all the things I should've said That I never said All the things we should've done Though we never did All the things I should've given But I didn't Oh, darling, make it go Make it go away

Give me these moments back Give them back to me Give me that little kiss"

And with that loud banging of an emerald ring all our moments are back.

also interesting parallel between the Kate Bush lyrics and Ed's song from 1/10 "Just let go, Make yourself let go, Make it go away"

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 1 year

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the B in Blackbeard stands for Barbie

[id under the cut]

IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Eight versions of the Barbie selfie generator with different pictures of Edward Teach. The first one is Ed gesturing to the clouds in episode 4 superimposed on a purple spiky circle, with the small text above reading "This Barbie is pirate Beyoncé." The second image is Ed with his face in his hands when he learns it's September first edited onto an orange spiky circle, the small text reading "This Barbie is struggling to accept him imminent demise." The third is Ed, dressed in Stede's clothes, leaning on the railing of the crow's nest, edited over a blue circle with the small text saying "This Barbie is the wealthy landowner Stede Bonnet." The fourth is a close zoom of Ed's face edited onto a red circle, with the words "This Barbie is a Disney princess." The fifth is of Ed gazing out to sea in episode 6, edited into a yellow circle, and the small text says "This Barbie is down bad for Stede Bonnet." The sixth image is of Ed from the waist-up edited over a light green circle, with the text saying "This Barbie is an 11 out of 10." The penultimate image is of Ed, beard shaved, waiting at the docks for Stede. He is edited into a dark green circle and the text says "This Barbie is being ghosted by his co-captain." The last picture is of Ed in his robe era from episode 10, head turned to his left. He is in a pink circle and the words say "This Barbie is really going through it"

#ofmd #our flag memes death #our flag means death #edward teach #edward teach born on a beach #blackbeard #barbie meme #barbie #sc #edit #j #mine #og #s1e10 #s1e09 #s1e04

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dragon-kazansky · 6 months

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Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Spoilers. Cursed coats. Sharks. Izzy's tiddies.

Chapter Fourteen - Healing Hands

♡♡♡

You wake up in the morning feeling like you had the best sleep of your life. Probably because it's been so long since you last slept like that. You smile as your senses take hold and you remember where you are. Slowly, you open your eyes and turn your head to the side.

You're in a bed you're all too familiar with as you slept in it many times when he was gone. Right there beside you is your Izzy.

You roll over and smile softly. His hair is messy, but in the best way possible, he's as naked as the day he was born, and the only marks on his body are the ones you left there last night. You were perhaps too eager to be in his arms again, but he wasn't complaining.

Last night was everything and more. Izzy was starting the healing process of the trauma Ed put him through. You could never say you hated Ed, but you would never be able to really forgive him for what he did to the crew. Especially to your Izzy.

His eyes open and he sighs, you feel him stretch out his body on the bed. Your hand slips across his chest and you lean over to less a kiss to his shoulder.

Izzy smiles and turns his head to look at you.

"Good morning," you whisper against his warm skin.

"Mornin'." He grumbles softly, voice tired and hoarse from all the crying and yelling, and not forgetting the moaning he had been doing the night before.

You really knew how to get him to unwind.

"Feeling any better?" You ask, reaching up to brush his hair from his face. His expression soften, his eyes seemingly brightening with your touch.

"Startin' to."

You smile softly and kiss his shoulder again. "Time will heal your wounds, but will be here to soothe them in the meantime."

Izzy has never felt so happy. Not like this. Tears threaten to fall as he looks at you. Izzy was not a man who thought he deserved good things, not really. But he can't thank the stars enough for having you in his life.

He rolls over, his strong arm snaking around tour bare waist, and pushes his body against yours. His lips press against your collarbone, his beard tickling your skin. You wrap your arms around his frame and caress him, holding him close to you.

Izzy's frame shakes. Your skin feels a little wet. However, you can feel the curl of his lips against your skin.

He's happy.

"You're safe," you whisper. "You're my Izzy again."

Izzy hides his face in your neck, needing to let out everything he feels. It's all been so much. He is overwhelmed, overcome with emotions. He's never had a way to really let out how he felt before.

You both lay like that for a while. You're not sure how much time passes before you hear voices outside. Sounds like Stede is gathering everyone on the deck.

Izzy raises his head and sighs. "Now what?"

You chuckle. "I don't know. We better join the others. I think the crew will be happy to see you. You are happy... aren't you?"

Izzy looks at you with gentle eyes.

"I am. I am happy."

You smile lean in to kiss him. Izzy accepts it gleefully. Another few moments of silence pass before you hear more voices and you know you need to get up.

Izzy rolls off you and sits up. You sit up and kiss his shoulder before gathering your clothes.

When he has most of his gear on, minus fastening up his waistcoat, he stops to look at something in his hand. You come up behind him quietly, wrapping your arm around his torso. You see that he is looking at the unfamiliar ring.

"Whose is that?" You ask softly.

"Yours," he whispers.

"Mine?" You look at it again. "I don't remember owning anything like that."

Izzy turns slowly to face you. "Because I never got the chance to give it to you." He looks you in the eye, a look of sadness washes over him.

"Huh?"

Izzy takes your hand gently in his and places the ring in the palm of your hand. "I stole it from the ship I lost you on. The night you became a ghost."

Your heart twinges. The night you "died."

"Oh, Izzy."

You wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

"I love it. I love you."

Izzy smiles as he hugs you back

"I love you too."

♡♡♡

"Alright, settle in."

The crew are gathered on deck. Izzy is sat up on the rail of the ship carefully, you're sitting on a box next to him. His wooden leg is propped up for comfort.

"Edward, AKA Blackbeard, has a few thoughts he'd like to share with us today," Stede says. "Before he begins, I will remind everyone it takes guys to own up to one's actions. So, let's hear him out."

You and Izzy share a look.

"Didn't think I'd be standing before you again. Certainly not under these circumstances. I just want to start off by saying a big, massive, heartfelt thank you for allowing me back into this community. I will abide by the guidelines for staying aboard The Revenge including wearing this super tight cat collar with a be on it, so I can't speak up on people." Edward speaks.

"No sneaking. He's gonna wear the bell," Stede smiles.

"Perhaps some of my actions, maybe all of my actions, perhaps me, myself, maybe I've made some of you feel somewhat-"

"Murdered? Shot?" Jim asks, interrupting Ed. "Tortured? Anxious? On edge?"

"Okay. Hey, hey," Stede cuts in. "Come on. Calm down."

"And whatever that nasty, dark stuff was that brought us here, it's in the past. Which is all I want to say at the end of the day, is we're trying to move the culture forward. And I want you all to see this. This here is a ship and it's a space ship."

You look at him confused.

Stede helps him out. "Safe space."

"It's a safe space ship," Ed says.

Stede claps. The only others to join are Pete, Roach, and Fang. Lucius gives Ed the finger. You have to bite back your laughter, but Izzy can see your shoulder shake. He gives you a nudge.

"Very intense and very brave, I think you'll find. Any questions?" Stede asks.

"Yeah."

"Roach."

"Did Buttons really turn into a bird or did you kill him?" Roach asks.

"He actually turned into a bird." Is Ed's response.

"Okay. Okay, cool. Still sticking to that one, huh?" Roach grins, but obviously doesn't believe him.

"We'll just leave it at one question, I think, for now." Stede smiles.

♡♡♡

"What the fuck was that?" Izzy asks, walking with you across the deck.

You laugh softly. "I have no idea."

Izzy chuckles too. He pulls out his knife and the bit of wood you had seen him pick up earlier. He began to carve into it.

"What are you making?" You ask.

"You'll see."

The flag is raised. A cat. Yeah. Looked cool. You assumed Frenchie had something to do with the design.

You smile and gaze down at the ring. You were wearing it around your neck like Izzy had done. You liked it a lot. A little fancy, bit not too outlandish. It was really sweet of Izzy to hold onto something he intended to give to you all those years ago.

Jim, Olu, and Archie has been mopping the deck. Right now they were pretending to torture the mops in the buckets.

Lucius walks past both you and Izzy, cigarette in his hand. He looked tense.

Where as most of the crew had come over their trauma, Lucius was still hanging onto his. You could see it in him.

"So we're laughing." Lucius says to the small group. "Blackbeard's back and we're all just back to it."

"Hey, bro, that's just what happens, ya know?" Archie says. "They just get away with it and we move on."

"Yeah, at least he's wearin' the sack." Frenchie chimes in.

"And the bell. Thay was my idea." Pete says proudly.

"And he apologised." Roach adds in.

"I actually thought that was pretty solid, for him." Jim says.

"And yet, the words "I'm sorry" were never mentioned," Lucius states. "Did anyone else clock that?"

"I've never heard an apology before so, to me, it was amazing." Roach smiles.

"The bar is on the floor," Lucius realises.

Lucius turn around to face Izzy. You watch him from where you beside the man still carving into the wood. "And you? Are you happy with this?" He walks closer to Izzy.

"With what?" Izzy asks. "Pirating?" Izzy puts his little task down, stabbing the dagger down and hobbling his way over to Lucius, closing the distance between them. "Well, this is a pirate ship and I'm a pirate, so, yeah."

You smile, practically looking at Izzy with heart eyes.

Izzy takes the cigarette from Lucius and takes a puff. "I'm good with it."

He goes to give the cigarette back by placing it in Lucius' mouth but he just slaps Izzy's hand away and storms off.

You feel bad for laughing. Izzy turns back around and smiles at you, coming back over. Instead of picking up his little project, he just pulls you into his arm. You grin as you fall into his chest.

Life felt good.

♡♡♡

Oh God.

Izzy was built like a dream. You sat, watching him. A master at work of his craft. If there was one thing Izzy was phenomenal at, it was sword work. He claimed he needed to get some practise in, to get used to fighting with the new leg, but dear God, no practise was needed.

Izzy moved with such grace.

He had asked for your help to gather candles from around the ship. Stede had plenty. You had lit them for him and then took your seat.

You watched the way his muscles moved as he worked the sword, holding it up above his head, and then swinging it so delicately, yet sharply through the flames of the candle.

Your eyes grazed over his bare torso. It's nothing you hadn't seen before, but it's a sight you'll never tire of.

Stede comes down the steps. You don't even spare him a glance. Your eyes follow Izzy's movements.

"So this is where all my candles went. And you used the good ones." Stede speaks cheerfully.

Izzy lowers his sword. "Yep." He turns to look at Stede. "I'm having to relearn the basics with one leg."

Just like that Izzy spins on his wooden leg and the four candles in front of him go out with a soft puff of air. You bite your lip as he catches his breath.

Stede looks impressed. "The basics? I think my basics might be a bit more basic than your basics. Actually, it recently occured to me that-"

"That you know nothing?" Izzy asks him. "That you're a shitty Captain, yeah?"

"I don't know about that. But Blackbeard did say he credited you with a lot of his skills."

"Yeah, well, Blackbeard says a lot of things." Izzy is still catching his breath. He turns back to Stede. "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."

You smile softly at Stede's response.

"Perhaps I could learn at the feet of one of the greats."

Izzy brings his wooden leg forward with a firm thump against the floor. "Foot."

"Oh, yes, foot. Sorry." Stede says, instantly regretting his choice of words.

Izzy stands there and looks at him. He swings his sword a little in his hand. "Ya know, maybe I could teach even you a thing or two."

You smile.

Stede looks surprised by Izzy's words.

Izzy turns his head and catches your smile. His expression doesn't change. He doesn't want Stede seeing him go all soft for you.

"Great!" Stede heads back up onto deck with a smile, excitement filling his bones.

You look back at Izzy.

"I have got to see this."

Izzy cracks a smile.

♡♡♡

"Punch me."

You stand on deck watching Izzy teach Stede. It was hard not getting distracted by how good Izzy was looking.

You had both shared a little moment after Stede had left earlier. As Izzy put his shirt back on, you had come over to help him. Not that he needed help, it was just an excuse to get close to him. He knew what you were doing.

Izzy had never had this before. The feeling of getting to have you so close to him without getting punished for it, it made him happier than anything he had ever known.

Izzy knew you were watching him.

"Come on, punch me."

"Yep. Okay." Stede looked awkward. "What hand do you want?"

Izzy punched Stede in the stomach. The blond bent over cradling his belly.

"That hurt."

Izzy runs a hand through his hair. You let Stede get over the pain and watched your man for a bit.

Stede had a long way to go.

♡♡♡

"Rope swinging."

Stede held the rope he was only going to be swinging across deck. It was good practise. You stood beside Izzy.

"Looks easy, but everyone fucks it up." Izzy explained.

Stede was wearing gloves to help.

"Fuck off." Izzy gives him a firm smack on the ass and Stede went. You find yourself amused by the whole thing.

He wasn't even swinging from that much of a height. "Put your shoulders into it!" Izzy yells at him.

Stede screams as he swing across the deck, but doesn't land his mark. He lays down on the deck, his hands sliding down the rope.

"Burning! Burn, burn, burn, burn!"

"Gloves were a bit shit, weren't they?" Izzy says. You chuckle.

He smiles and moves his hand.

You have to keep your help quiet as you realise he was making sure not to leave you out of the fun today.

Izzy grins, not even looking at you.

♡♡♡

"You're in the field. Three men run at you from there, there, and there."

Izzy was teaching Stede how to shoot.

"Fire!"

Stede pulls the trigger and misses the bottle. He shoots one of the ropes instead.

"Ooh, hit something."

You hear the crew behind you and turn to see one of the sails had dropped down and landed on them.

You chuckle softly. "Oops."

Izzy sighs and shakes his head, looking at you with a small smile.

Izzy never misses.

♡♡♡

"I think you're amazing. Fascinating." Izzy says to Stede. You have to try so hard not to laugh.

Stede looks pleased. "Go on."

"I've never met anyone with such a total lack of skills." Izzy tells him. "How you are still alive, I cannot say." Izzy whittled away as he spoke.

"I do ask myself that question every day."

"No, I mean, I've met greater men than you. You know, better fighters, better shooters, better- Well, just better. But they were all killed. And yet, here you stand."

"I think being out in the field is my thing. It's like I blackout and my body just takes over." Stede says, seemingly quite proud of the thought. "I beat you in a duel."

"On a fucking technicality," Izzy says, not happy about that at all.

You hated to think about that day because Izzy went through with it and left you. But you had him back now, and you both were better than before.

"Might've been. I have no memory of it."

You know he does. You rest your head on Izzy's shoulder. He says nothing and let's you rest there.

"Regardless, I think it's time to test my killer skills," Stede says, looking through his telescope.

A ship could be seen in the distance.

You and Izzy look at each other.

This should be fun.

♡♡♡

Yeah, it wasn't fun. The crew boarded the ship to see everyone was, well, already dead. The whole ship reeked of death.

"The fuck?"

This didn't look like a raid. You walked carefully across the deck.

"What happened here?" Stede asks, looking around at the mutilated bodies.

"Congrats, Bonnet. You've picked the only ship where everyone's dead." Izzy says.

A noise comes from inside the ship.

"We've got a live one," Stede says, walking that way. Jim follows.

Roach walks forward and look at the deck. "What are all these weird lines?"

"They must be really into geometry," Pete says, following him.

You turn and look at Izzy. "I don't like this."

Izzy walks over to where you're standing and reaches for your hand, looking around the ship.

Something is very wrong on this ship.

Jim comes running out of the captain's quarters saying something about a curse. You instantly shiver.

"Yeah, no, this place is cursed as shit." You agree with them.

Izzy makes his way to the cabin to find Stede. When he opens the door he sees Stede wearing a very flashy red coat.

"I mean, it's an absolute gem."

"Bonnet, we've gotta go. This place reeks of dead priests." Izzy says, eyeing the dead man at the desk.

"Sure, but watch the flow."

Stede twirls.

A man comes out of hiding from the cupboard and tries to stab Stede. Stede promptly punches the man.

"Izzy, did you see that? I did a punch!"

Back on The Revenge Stede toasts the raid. He still has that coat on. As fabulous as it looked, you didn't like the idea of Stede keeping it.

You sat in the captain's cabin with Izzy. He was still whittling away. You were leaning into him, resting your head on his shoulder again.

"What if I burned it?" You ask.

Izzy chuckles. "I'll tell him that."

Stede comes waltzing in as Izzy says that. He walks straight over to the mirror and starts fussing with the coat. Izzy looks at you and then up at Stede.

"You know you're gonna have to burn that right?"

"What? Why?" Stede turns, swishing the tails of the coat dramatically behind him.

"Crew thinks it's cursed." Izzy looks him in the eye as he says that.

"Izzy, you don't believe in curses, do you?" Stede asks, thinking it's all very silly.

"Me? No, of course not." Izzy tells him.

"I do. And so does the crew," you say.

"I've seen an entire command gouge their eyes out on account of one." Izzy stabs his knife into his wooden leg and you scold him for it silently.

"Sounds to me like syphilis," Stede says.

Stede twirls the tails of the coat again.

Izzy leans forward slightly. "A curse is a curse. And once it takes hold, well..." Izzy realises that was it. "Well, then it takes hold."

You pat him on the shoulder. "Nearly, love."

"Shut up," he says softly, leaning back in the chair. You chuckle and go back to holding him again.

Stede continues to admire the coat.

♡♡♡

"You don't actually believe in the curse, do you?" Izzy asks.

"No. I'm just having fun winding up Stede."

Izzy chuckles as he finishes off his whittling project. You're standing up on deck with him. You haven't really left Izzy's side at all. Just being near him makes you happy, and you like knowing he's doing okay.

Lucius comes walking past.

"Still mopin'?" Izzy asks him. "Flippin' the tables on Blackbeard didn't quite numb the pain?"

Lucius had pushes Ed off the ship hoping it would make him feel better. It didn't.

"No. Maybe we try what he did to you next." Lucius crosses his arms.

"What who did to me?" Izzy asks.

"Blackbeard. 'Cause he chopped off your leg."

"Don't know what you're talkin' about. A shark did this." Izzy tells him. You smile softly. "Dangling my legs over the side of the ship. Served me right, too."

"Okay, that seems healthy. Using a bit of fiction to help cover up your trauma."

"Yeah. Well..." Izzy holds out the item in his hand. A little wooden shark. Lucius takes it from him. "Not movin' on is worse."

Izzy walks past him. You smile softly as you follow him.

"I actually love this." Lucius mutters, looking at the shark.

You catch up to Izzy. "I want a shark."

Izzy grins. "You got a unicorn."

You chuckle and reach out for his hand.

♡♡♡

Izzy sits at the table in Stede's cabin. You're casually massaging his shoulders from behind. It's quiet in here and you just wanted to spend as much time with Izzy as possible. He had begun a new whittling project, just for you.

Stede comes barging in looking a little worse for wear. The crew had grabbed at the coat, wanting to dispose of it.

"They ripped my pocket. Those fuckin' barbarians," Stede cries.

"A curse is a curse, and once it takes hold-" Izzy starts, reminding Stede of what he said.

"Oh, fuck off!" Stede whines and storms off.

"Rude."

You smile softly and press a kiss to Izzy's head. Stede will see.

♡♡♡

"Everybody come out! The suit is gone." Stede declares, coming below deck.

You stand in the doorway with Izzy as everyone comes out.

"It's locked away safely where it can't harm anyone. Clearly, I have been blind to how this perceived curse has affected you all. If you believe the curse is real, even if only through the power of suggestion, then there is validity to your experiences."

"So, you're saying the curse is real?" Roach asks.

"I'm saying the curse is real to you."

"But your point is, it's real," Jim clarifies.

Stede glances over to Izzy who give a soft nod.

"Yes. Yes, it is real."

The crew freak out a little.

"So how do we destroy the suit?" Stede asks. "Or have we moved on from that?"

"I reckon, you get a fuckin' bunch of knives, stab the shit out of it and just see what happens." Archie suggests.

"Imagine if it bleeds," Roach says.

"Let's get some ideas going. What else is there?" Stede asks.

"When we found that priest, he said not to take anything before Stede defied him, actively inviting the Devil into all our lives." Jim says.

"We could just fob the suit off to some other dummy," Olu says.

"Does that make us horrible people?" Pete asks.

"Or does that make us smarter people?" Stede asks, smiling.

You chuckle softly as you walk back down the hall. Yeah, this could be fun. Izzy watches you go before following after you.

♡♡♡

It doesn't take too long to find a poor unsuspecting ship. You all board it with ease and tie the crew up.

"That was some swanky swordplay there, Izzy," Stede says, impressed.

"That's what I do." Izzy replies.

"You got some moves too," Stede says to you.

"Learnt from the best," you wink at Izzy.

As the crew share their excitement about the fight they just won, one of the crew that hadn't been tied up tried to attack Stede.

With a quick turn and a shot of his pistol in the air. "That is a warning. Do not try this Captain again," Stede warns.

The guys backs down.

Stede glances at Izzy. Izzy looks at him impressed. Now that was some captain shit right there.

"What do you want from us?" One of the prisoners, their captain, asks.

"What do we want? Black Pete." Stede takes the suit from Pete. "What do you think of this? Go on, touch it. Get a good hand feel on that fabric."

"Seems nice?" Says the captain, uncertain. "Wait, isn't cursed?"

"That's crazy! What! No!" The crew all say. Stede hook the suit onto the rope binding them to the mast and backs away.

"Good luck! No backsies."

You all leave the ship.

♡♡♡

You sit on Izzy's bed holding the figurine Izzy had made you. A unicorn. You smile looking at it.

Izzy dresses down for bed. He sits down beside you with a little huff, tired after the day. He smiles softly as he watches you admire the unicorn. "You got a name for it?" He asks.

"Izzy."

"I'm Izzy," he says softly.

"You're our unicorn, so it can only be called Izzy. Don't fight it."

He chuckles softly and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down to lay down with him. Between cursed suits and accepting his trauma, he was exhausted.

But you made him feel much more relaxed.

"Goodnight, Izzy."

He smiles.

"Goodnight, love."

♡♡♡

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adickaboutspoons · 7 months

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As threatened promised, a rough rundown of Ed’s timeline in s2 based on his make-up/facial wound/neckwear/hairstyle situation in the teaser/trailer/promo pics:

Almost certainly we’ll start the season seeing Ed in his Kraken drag. It looks like we’re going to get a montage of raids, because I’m seeing at least two distinct ships in the background when he’s all Krakened up.

It’s hard to tell, but it looks like he’s not wearing either the cravat OR the pearls at first, but we see the pearls peeking out from his jacket lapel when he’s saying “Fuck you Stede Bonnet” to the little groom dolly, so my money is on his snatching a strand from someone’s throat at the wedding raid. If it’s from the throat of the bride herself, I wil EAT. MY. OWN. HANDS.

Incidentally, we seem to have gone back to fingerless gloves for all the Kraken/pre-reunion shots, rather than the full gloves from the end of season 1, so RIP to the “full gloves mean he’s cut himself off from human contact/emotion” metaphor (but more on that in a minute).

So if I had to guess, I’d say next we get playing with the dollies and having a good cry about it

Followed by a manic moodswing to babygirl princess cleaning mode with the hair up and the pearls and the gloves, but a little bit of kohl still smudged around the eyes. I think he enlists Frenchie’s help, since they both seem to be carrying around containers full of bottles while he’s sporting this look, and I think it’s the back of Frenchie’s coat we see when Ed starts his “No more” list.

After that, since the lighting is soft and sunset-esque, I’d say we have the helm scene where it looks like babygirl is daydreaming

I’m wondering if the daydream goes wrong, though (maybe he’s cross because he let himself think about Stede again at all. Maybe the daydream goes sour and dashing, swashbuckling, Bearded Stede fights his way through Izzy to Ed only to say “Just in case it wasn’t clear when I left you, I wanted to make sure you knew that I don’t love you and never did.” or something equally gutting) because guess where else we see the babygirl princess updo

(and we know this has to be after the raid montage, because the big ass treasure chest in the background on the right was carried off the ship where Ed shot his gun in the scene where Fang smashes two guys heads together).

So I’m kind of wondering - since Ed was at the helm, did he steer the ship into an oncoming storm on purpose?

So then we FINALLY see the cravat, but he’s also wearing the pearls, so we know this has to be after all the raiding stuffs.

And the only other place we see it in any of the promotional stuff is when he wakes up and head-bonks Stede.

And looking at how banged up he is - blood on his temple, puffy cut on his cheek and lip, that these wounds are pretty fresh. My guess is he sustained them in the storm, and something goes Very Badly, resulting in him either getting swept overboard, or the crew having to abandon ship, and being rescued by the Chinese junk, where the crews will reunite (based on Stede’s costuming during the headbonk scene, and the fact that Frenchie, Archie, and Jim are with the Revenge crew during the crossbow scene, when everyone is dressed in the Chinese ru).

I have toyed with the thought that all the blue-filtered shots are a fever-dream/hallucination while Ed is laying injured, but I’m not 100% sure on that. For one, Ed doesn’t have his coat, his boots, or even his gloves

But he for sure has the pearl necklace, and it looks like maybe his lip is split (though it’s hard to tell if that’s a shadow or not), which are peculiar details to include in a fantasy sequence.

If it is, I’m guessing it ends when Ed ties a rock around his waist and leaps from the cliff - it’s hard to see, but there’s a rock with a rope around it on the ground near the rag man (Hornigold?), and you can see the rope going down into the water when he first hits. You can also see his feet are bare, just like they were in the gunshot scene.

If not? IDK. The pearls and the lack of gloves place it after the reunion. Remember how I said we were going to come back to the gloves-as-a-metaphor-for-emotional-openness-and-connection? Ed DOESN’T WEAR GLOVES AT ALL ANYMORE after the Kraken scenes are done. I can’t tell if he has them on in the headbonk scene, but after he meets back up with Stede, our babygirl’s hands are NAKED and VULNERABLE (and ready to touch his boyfriend. In a world where I get everything I want, after the reunion, they go to the Significant Cave, and Ed leaves Stede and his gloves behind, and Stede shows up at Anne and Mary’s because “You left these (and me) behind,” but Ed doesn’t WANT them (Stede) anymore, can’t he take a HINT? Thank you for indulging in parenthetical fanfic that almost certainly won’t actually happen this way) But the fact that the wounds are so hard to see that they might not even actually be there? Would put it later in the season.

Because boy howdy do they still look fresh when he shows up at Anne and Mary’s.

But everything else must come later, because the wounds looks progressively more healed. When he’s wearing the sackcloth shirt, his lip still has a little mark on it (but significantly smaller than it was at Anne and Mary’s)

But that mark goes away before the one on his cheek does. It’s not there at Spanish Jackie’s or when he’s talking to the bunny, or in the scene when the VO says it feels like there’s a storm coming.

So I’m not really sure where to put those in relation to one another. Vibes alone, I’d say “Storm’s coming” (followed by beach battle, where there also aren’t noticeable facial wounds or gloves, but Ed is clutching his side as though still recovering from cracked ribs or something).

Then bunny talk, since he’s still wearing the same clothes, then Spanish Jackie/the docks where, since he looks so chill and relaxed, the “something new” he’s trying is he and Stede actually retiring from piracy together.

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straightupsickfics · 9 months

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another lovesick afternoon

literally genuinely 2.5k words of modern au ed and stede being the softest grossest saps you ever did see while ed gets a cold. and i, personally, love that for them. and me. <3

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“God, fuck, this is good, are you sure you don’t want to… well, no, probably not a good idea,” Ed says, offering Stede a sip of his iced mocha coffee and pulling it away all in one fell swoop.

Stede pouts, though Ed knows he had no real intention of drinking it. Ed likes his coffee sweet enough to give Stede a toothache, and while Stede enjoys the occasional sweet himself, the scone he has beside him is more than enough to do the job for him.

“Think I’m catching a cold or something,” Ed explains. He’d woken up this morning with the first twinges of a sore throat, the start of a runny nose, but had powered through a shower and felt mostly fine after some water and orange juice.

Still, Stede gives a little squeak of protest.

“You should’ve said!” Stede tells him. “I could’ve brought coffee home for us.”

Ed rolls his eyes and smiles fondly. “S’nothing yet, a little sore throat, a few sniffles, that’s all. Didn’t you drag Lucius to a concert while he was sick a few weeks ago?”

Stede’s eyes narrow. “He wasn’t sick, for one thing, Edward, he had a hangover, and that was his own fault. And besides, it’s different…”

Different when it’s you.

Stede doesn’t finish the thought aloud, but Ed knows what he means, and his warm, fond smile is all the confirmation Ed needs that he’s right.

Ed lets his hand rest on Stede’s hand while they drink their coffee and eat their croissants. They hadn’t had much hope of finding a spot in the park on a morning as nice as this one, but a bench had opened up just as they’d arrived, perfect timing, and Ed had all but sprinted over to it to stop it being taken.

“You almost took out that old woman,” Stede had admonished him between fits of laughter.

“I did not!”

“You’re going to be on the news! Beautiful man takes down senior citizen,” Stede had narrated in his best newscaster impression.

Ed had snorted a laugh at this, which only made Stede laugh harder, until they were two grown men dissolving into a helpless fit of laughter on a park bench on a weekend morning. It was, honestly, a perfect morning.

“What’s next on your list?” Ed asks now, leaning over and brushing a crumb from the corner of Stede’s mouth.

Stede seems to falter for a minute, unsure. “Well, we don’t need to go anywhere else if you’re not feeling up to it—” He says quickly. And while he’s right, they don’t need to be anywhere. They aren’t “running errands” so much as moseying around their little town, enjoying the warmth of the day and each other’s company.

“We can just as easily do that at home,” Stede insists.

“I’m not on my deathbed, love, seriously. You said you wanted to look at books for six or seven hours, didn’t you?”

Stede’s still sputtering a protest as Ed gets to his feet and offers Stede his hand, laughing.

Stede Bonnet really could look at books for hours on end if he was left to his own devices, and it’s kind of fucking adorable. Ed turns a corner and finally finds his husband crouched down and reading the back of a hardback book, completely lost in his own, fictional world.

“So, you come here often?” Ed asks, voice low, mouth close to Stede’s ear. He smiles when Stede’s neck and cheeks flush a pale shade of pink in surprise.

“Ah! Every now and then,” Stede squeaks, struggling to his feet. Ed offers him his hand and tugs him to his feet, wrapping an arm around Stede’s waist to balance him.

It’s Stede’s favorite store, full to bursting with books on shelves and stacked in piles, full of big windows that leave the whole store entirely drenched in sun on bright sunny mornings. Like this one, with the sun hitting the blond in Stede’s hair just so and making it look like it’s made of pure sunshine.

Stede is pure sunshine, Ed thinks to himself. They come here just about as often as they can, Ed happy enough to trail behind Stede and listen to plot summaries and debates over when to buy the hardback and when to wait for the paperback. Their shelves at home were bursting, too, but they always managed to find room.

“Y'good?”

Stede’s still flushed as he nods, apparently happy enough to have Ed half hold him up in the back of the store. Which is more than fine with Ed, too.

“Look at this,” Stede says finally, holding out a book for Ed to inspect, something about Greek mythology that he’s had his eye out for. He explains the story to Ed who really does listen as best as he can, but finds himself almost immediately distracted by the animated expressions that dance across Stede’s face, the way he talks with his hands and explains every last detail…

“Sorry, went off on a bit of a tangent,” Stede says, finally winding himself down. “You didn’t need to know all that.” He’s stuck at a crossroads between embarrassed and apologetic and Ed shakes his head, stopping it in its tracks.

“Sure I did, fucking fascinating,” he promises.

Stede smiles, then leans in to kiss him. “I know that’s not true, but I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Ed says. He lets Stede guide him through the rest of the store, lets himself be talked into another black leather notebook that he definitely doesn’t need, and Stede only fusses a little when Ed has to duck to the side and cough into his elbow. His nose has started to run here and there, enough that he has to say yes to the packet of tissues Stede offers him in the car.

“Fucking hate this time of year,” Ed grouses. “Germs everywhere, always end up coming down with something…”

“Poor Ed,” Stede coos at him, only a hint of teasing in his voice. He lays a hand on Ed’s knee and offers to drive, but Ed just shakes his head determined to continue their day out as planned. He rubs his nose into the handful of tissues a final time before pulling out of the parking spot and onto the road.

There’s a craft store not far from the bookstore, and Stede insists it's only fair that they pop in for Ed since they did the bookstore for so long, and Ed doesn’t have the energy (or, really, the desire) to argue.

If Stede can spend hours looking at books, Ed could just as easily spend hours browsing yarn and textiles and fabrics, running them through his fingers and dreaming up projects, matching them to patterns he has saved across a million tabs on his phone…

“Oh! This is a nice one, I think,” Stede says, holding up a bright yellow skein of soft, expensive yarn. “Feel that!” He holds it out for Ed enthusiastically.

It really is nice, and extra soft, perfect for the upcoming fall season. Ed does like to make Stede a sweater every year, and he’d found the perfect sunflower pattern and bookmarked it the other day.

“Love that,” Ed agrees, and tosses it into his hand basket — he hadn’t even bothered pretending that he wouldn’t be leaving the store without at least a few things, and now he has to find some complementary gold hues for the sweater he’d definitely be making for Stede.

“You don’t have to…” Stede starts, but Ed quiets him with a look.

“Well, now I’ve gone and germed it up, so… Had something in mind anyway,” Ed assures him when Stede gives him a worried little frown. “You’ll love it, trust me.”

“That I do,” Stede smiles, and follows him through the aisle and helping him pick out a few more shades of yarn.

Ed could browse all day, normally, but today he feels himself starting to drag a little. His head is starting to hurt, and the sore throat from this morning is coming back in full force, too. He stops to sneeze into his elbow when Stede wanders off down another aisle, just two quick, muffled hht’mpsh! Etshhh! sneezes, and still he hears Stede’s voice making its way to him, though Stede himself is still out of sight.

“Bless you!”

Ed smiles a little as he digs in his pocket for the last of the tissues Stede had given him earlier. They probably had to go home at this rate, what with his nose in rare fucking form and his head throbbing the way it is.

With a sigh, Ed goes to find his husband.

“hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH!”

“Bless—”

“hd’ISCHuh! Eh’sschIEW! hh'iiishhh!”

“...you! Goodness, that’s a lot of sneezes, isn’t it? Are you sure you really need to work on that just now?” Stede asks.

Ed sniffles, then sniffles again, then gives up and reaches for another tissue and rubs his nose into it. Blowing it doesn’t seem to do much of anything, just irritates things enough to make him sneeze again, which he’s already getting fucking tired of.

He looks down at the granny square he’d been ignoring in favor of his cold for the last thirty minutes and realizes that Stede is probably right, he’s not going to make any more progress today. He can barely focus on anything with the sneezing or coughing or sniffling or some other cold symptom fighting for his attention.

“I thought so,” Stede says gently, tucking his bookmark into his book and setting it, along with Ed’s crochet work, on the coffee table. “Why don’t you let me get you something for that cold, hm? Then we can just relax before we eat dinner. I’ll order from the deli you like. Soup’ll do wonders for you, I think.”

Ed lets his head roll back against the couch cushions and nods. Stede really is the best when Ed’s sick, there’s never been any doubt about that, and this time is no different. Ed stays put in the living room, waiting while Stede putters around in their bedroom and bathroom, grabbing things. Knowing him, he’d come out with half the blankets in his collection, half the medicine cabinet, and insist on ordering almost the entire menu for dinner.

And Ed… Ed wouldn’t have it any other way. All he could do was make it up to him when Stede inevitably came down with this in a week or so.

“Here we are!” Stede says, announcing his return. Ed can’t help but laugh when he sees the armload of stuff he’s brought with him.

“Are you kicking me out of our bedroom?” Ed teases. "Moving me out here permanently?"

“What! No,” Stede says, dumping the blankets onto Ed’s lap and arranging the array of medicines on the coffee table. “Never.”

“Oh, good, had me worried for a minute there, thought you’d packed up everything I own,” Ed laughs as Stede glares at him.

“Y’know I love you, right?”

“Yes, because I am an excellent husband with a wonderful bedside manner. Now, I’m going to make tea, you take two of these and one of these and I’ll be right back.” And with that, Stede's off again, Ed laughing quietly on the couch.

By the time the tea is cooled enough to drink, Ed is curled up around Stede on the couch in what can only be called a nest of blankets, doing more sniffling than anything else, but feeling better overall, thanks to the magical combination of medicine, tea, and Stede.

“This really hit you right out of nowhere, hm?” Stede murmurs, stroking a hand through Ed’s hair. It’s shorter and definitely grayer these days, but Ed’s pretty sure he’ll always react to Stede touching it the same way: melting into a pile of goo. God, he really is getting soft in his old age.

“Yeah,” Ed sighs, leaning back into Stede’s touch. “Not so bad though, I guess…” Soon there would be way too much food arriving at their door, and cleaning up to do, and planning for the week ahead, but for now…

Now, Ed would swear he can hear Stede’s gleeful little smile behind him. He decides to let him win this one, just before drifting off in a late-afternoon nap.

“Stede, darling, I love you and your adorable, ridiculous, over the top nighttime routine but can you please just— Yes, good, that. Thank you very much,” Ed says, unable to stop the smile from taking over his face as Stede throws himself dramatically onto the bed and curls himself around Ed’s chest, face pressed right into the spot between his neck and shoulder, nose warm against his ear.

Heaven.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ed sighs.

Stede laughs, giggles, really, and Ed can feel the sound warm right through him. “Y’laughing at me?” Ed asks through a yawn.

“Never, my love,” Stede promises. “It’s just that we have been literally together all day now, and you were really quite demanding that I get in here right now,” he points out. “You slept on me for two hours just this afternoon!”

Ed pretends to consider this. “So? I wait all day for this, Stede,” he says, then pouts just a little. “Don’t you?”

“Of course, yes,” Stede says, leaning over and brushing their noses together just gently before kissing him. Ed sniffles a little at the touch, his nose extra sensitive thanks to the monster cold he’s managed to pick up, but Stede doesn’t seem to mind that.

“Good,” Ed says. “Feels good,” he repeats.

Stede really can’t seem to stop himself from smiling now, as silly as it might seem. They really had spent the entire day together, and now here they are, giggling like children after lights out. “You feel good, too,” Stede tells him. “Though… Do you feel alright?”

Ed twitches his nose like he’s testing something, sniffles a few times, then nods. “Think m’alright for now. Still doped up on everything you gave me earlier.”

“Advil for your head and some cold medicine is hardly doped up,” Stede argues. He kisses Ed again, a distraction, but a welcome one.

“You take good care of me,” Ed acquiesces, though it’s hard not to with Stede curled around him like this.

Never one to turn down a compliment, Stede beams.

“hh’itsSCH! hd’ISCHuh! Eh’sschIEW!”

The rush of sneezes manages to take Ed completely by surprise, and he knows he doesn’t completely manage to duck away from Stede in the process.

“Fuck… sorry,” Ed mutters, fumbling for a tissue.

“God bless you! Maybe not quite on the mend yet, then,” Stede says, smiling.

Ed opens his mouth, ready to apologize again, or promise he’ll take extra good care of Stede in return for being patient zero in the span of a single day, but Stede stops him with another kiss.

“There’s no way you’re escaping this, mate,” Ed tells him. “You’ve been all over me all day.”

“You’ve been all over me, too,” Stede points out.

“Right, well, sorry in advance, is what I mean,” Ed says. "Never not going to be all over you, for what it's worth."

“Good. Me either. And it's bound to happen,” Stede shrugs. "If I get it, I get it."

And really, how did Ed get this lucky? Even if he had to wait years and years and make several wrong turns through relationshipland to get here, he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Now,” Stede says, “you rushed me over here so... come here, please.” He holds out an arm for Ed to curl back into him, and Ed wastes no more time arguing as he settles into place, the two of them slotting around each other like two perfectly shaped spoon.

Yeah, he waits all day for this, and it’s fucking perfect.

#my fic #of//md

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The night Ed meets Stede Bonnet he’s a little drunk and feeling a kind of antsy he hasn’t felt in about 20 years. It’s a shit night. He broke up with Jack, or Jack broke up with him, or something, but any which way it happened, it’s quarter to three in the morning and he’s a bit pissed and half clothed and feeling reckless.

Stede is sitting on a park bench across from a condemned brownstone twiddling his thumbs overtop his clasped hands. There’s a briefcase by his side on the bench and his golden hair is illuminated by the lamppost overhead — a little beacon in the abyss of evening.

Ed doesn’t know why he’s there or what he’s doing but the scene is so fucking weird he figures if he doesn’t make himself a part of it he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of his life.

Ed sits beside him.

Stede — Ed doesn’t know his name yet, but that’s what it is — startles, fidgets, seems to assess Ed for a moment and then moves his briefcase between his feet with a halfhearted “my apologies”.

Stede’s a calm presence. Just sitting beside him Ed’s skin feels a little less tight around his bones.

“Don’t need to be sorry, mate,” Ed’s pretty sure the words slur a little. “You were here first. Could’ve left it where it was and I wouldn’t‘ve cared.”

“Ah,” says Stede and offers a smile that’s not more than the quirk of the left side of his lip, but it exposes a dimple and that’s all it takes, in the end: Ed’s fucking gone.

In retrospect, 3 minutes is maybe a little pathetic a span of time to have fallen in love in.

“But that would have been terribly rude.”

Ed chuckles, lets the silence stretch between them as he adjusts to the weird situation he’s placed himself in, and finds that he likes it — a lot.

“You a gentleman then, bound by propriety and shit?” He finally asks, ready to continue the conversation.

“Only when I’m trying to impress a new acquaintance,” says the gentleman.

It’s weird, the whole vibe, but they both grin at each other under the flicker of that lamp, enjoying it.

And later, backlit by the tacky neon light above Ed’s bed.

Ed moves a curl from Stede’s sweaty forehead and kisses him like cracking up against rocks under a lighthouse, totally merciless; totally ruined by the man beneath him, who’s name he still hasn’t learned, even as he’s half planning their wedding.

It’s probably at least a little bit the buzz’s fault that Ed’s feeling how he is, but the rest of it is the way Stede is clutching his hips, the thumbs so nervous in Stede’s own hands only an hour ago, now rubbing thoughtless circles into Ed’s hip bones in the gap between his shirt and the jeans slipping down his waist. He’s intoxicatingly gentle and Ed has to nip his bottom lip about it, bite his neck, suck bruises into the hollow of his collarbone. Anything he can to lay claim to the madman sitting alone at the asscrack of dawn looking nothing more than desperately lonely and achingly lovely.

“What’s your name?” Asks the gentleman.

“Ed,” says Ed, placing a kiss just below his ear.

“Ed,” repeats the man, his voice a little broken around the edge. “What do you do, Ed?”

Ed sits back then, straddling Stede’s hips and running curious fingers around the buttons of his dress shirt.

“I’m a musician,” Ed says, waiting for the recognition to light up Stede’s face. What he gets instead is a look of surprised delight.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Ed hums. He swoops down for another kiss, a gentle press that Stede immediately closes his eyes to. Ed doesn’t. He can feel his brow furrowing as he stares into the blur of the man under him. When he pulls back Stede relaxes into the bed under him, eyes still closed; he looks like he’s thinking very serious things.

Finally, he blinks and those soft hazel eyes fall on Ed.

“I can’t have sex with you,” he says, all quiet.

Ed’s never been in the business of pushing and he’s not about to start now, but he can still hold the little bit of disappointment in his chest; not really even about the act of having sex which is, sure, nice, but mostly just because he wants everything from this weird guy and he wants to give everything in return — he’s not sure what else there is to give, if not his dick.

“That’s fine, mate,” Ed is about to dismount but Stede’s fingers flex at his hips.

“We don’t have to stop, I just … I’m not ready for anything more.”

There’s a tone Stede uses to say the words that Ed thinks probably warrants further investigation so he cups Stede’s neck and runs a thumb over his cheek and it’s just the kind of contact he wants to give and Stede seems receptive, the way he leans in. Ed asks:

“This new to you?”

“I told my wife today,” says the gentleman. “That I’m — gay, that is. So yes, but even ‘new’ feels a bit inadequate.”

“Fuck.” Says Ed.

“Fuck,” Stede echos, smiling in some approximation of embarrassment.

“That why you were sitting on a bench in the middle of the night?”

“A factor.”

“Sounds like a story,” Ed cocks an eyebrow. Stede shrugs.

“If, after tonight, you still feel inclined to hear it, or speak to me at all, ask again.”

Ed’s not going to come on too strong about his intentions for the future, but he’s pretty sure this man is going to be a feature of it. Still, chill. He can be chill:

“Sure mate,” he grins, holds Stede’s face more firmly with the hand cupping his cheek and pins the man’s left hand to the mattress for good measure, kissing him again.

Midnight ficlet for your reading pleasure

#blackbonnet #gentlebeard #Edward teach #stede bonnet #our flag means death #ofmd edward teach #ofmd stede bonnet #ofmd #my writing

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aha-my-villainous-thoughts · 2 years

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Zero fucks given at this stage - just full Edwina Grande babygirl brain rot. Inspired by this post, which went in a different direction (and I may still revisit the original prompt) but once I started thinking about the Ariana huge hoody and thigh high heels combo... I had to see it through. It's what he deserves.

He's too goddamn cute for his own damn good. You know this boy has his entire Ari playlist on his Spotify wrapped, and no I will not be taking questions.

(Btw if anyone wants to buy me those boots from the bottom right, I will exchange smut and oversaturated colours.)

(very long) ID under the cut

(ID: a digital painted set of drawings of Taika Waititi as Modern AU Edward Teach dressed in several variations of an oversized hoody as a dress and thigh high boots against a blue background, in reference to Ariana Grande's fashion trend of wearing the same. The 1st image is bearded Ed with a high ponytail and hair jewellery, looking towards the viewer with a grumpy, tired expression. He has smudged dark makeup under his eyes and red glitter and facial piercings. He is wearing an oversized black hoody with a red heart and three dots under it on the right side, painted in magenta with glitter detail. He is wearing thigh high glitter stiletto boots with his knee brace over the left leg. In his left hand he is holding his hoody up over his left leg to reveal the tattooed traditional style portrait of Stede as a merman. On his right thigh he has a garter tattoo of several stars linked with dashed lines. In his right hand he is holding a red dog leash trailing to the floor. Above his head is written 'Choose your next move wisely, dog.' and under this is a bracket reading 'hungover at the dog park', implying the smudged make up is from the night before and the pissed off expression is aimed at said unseen dog.

The 2nd image is bearded Ed walking with his eyes downcast and smiling with pink cheeks, holding Stede's hand and holding a pink takeaway coffee cup down by his left leg with '4 Babe xxx' written on the side. He has long loose wavy salt and pepper hair. Only Stede's arm is visible, leading Ed forward. Ed is wearing a royal purple hoody which covers him to his thighs, a brown beanie over loose long hair with 'BB' on the front, and thigh high brown timberland style stiletto platform heels. The heels have crisscrossed lacing up the front with yellow laces. Ed has painted turquoise nails, a turquoise spiked choker, gold facial piercings and is wearing gold rings. There is a yellow aura around Ed's head. Next to Stede's arm is the word 'Bae' with several pink hearts, and above Ed's head are several more hearts. Beside his pink coffee cup is written 'pure sugar syrup' with an arrow, implying the coffee is more sugar than coffee. There is a small amount of thigh visible between the hoody and the boots, showing the same tattoos of the traditional merman Stede and star constellation garter.

The 3rd image is bearded Ed from the waist up, again with a high ponytail and long smooth hair, gold facial piercing jewellery and bright pink cheeks. He is looking to the right side out of frame and has bright excited eyes, and several lovehearts floating around his head, accompanied with a pink glow. He is holding up a red lollipop in his left hand and has his tongue stuck out licking it. He is wearing a magenta oversized hoody, the sleeve of which is pulled down over his left hand holding the lollipop. The hoody is patterned with green and gold leaves, purple birds and yellow flowers to resemble the red break up robe from the show Our Flag Means Death. Ed has gold body glitter in his hair, on his face and on his hoody. Above him is a white thought bubble cloud with a drawing of Stede's head surrounded by more pink lovehearts, implying Ed is daydreaming about Stede. In the bubble, Stede has gold coiffed hair, pink smiling cheeks and a small smirk, and is wearing a shirt collar with a pink bowtie and brown tortoiseshell reading glasses. Around Stede's head are several captions with arrows pointing to Stede, the first reading 'Sexy!', then below it 'Sweet!' and lastly 'Stupid!', all implied to be things Ed is thinking about Stede. Underneath the 3rd drawing is a caption reading 'fully dickmatised!!!' with several underlines and more hearts and explanation points, and an arrow pointing at the swooning Ed.

The 4th image is of bearded Ed standing facing the left of the frame but looking back over his right side. He has a long grey high ponytail with wavy hair and two tendrils by his face. He has a neutral expression with tinged pink cheeks and gold facial piercings, and has his left arm raised to rub at his neck in a awkward gesture. In his right hand he is holding a smartphone with a magenta and black cover, and has turquoise nails. He is wearing a peach pink oversized hoody which comes to his upper thigh, and has the slogan 'sad bitch' on the front in a spraypainted font, one side is turquoise and has a gradient across to black. On the right arm there are four spraypainted teardrops in black with turquoise. The peach colour is a reference to the Spirit Independence suit Taika Waititi wore. He is wearing thigh high black leather goth boots with a chunky platform heel and black lacing up the front of each boot, as well as five leather straps circling the leg on each boot with gold buckles and metal elements. Between the boots and the hoody, his upper thighs are visible and show the same star constellation and traditional merman Stede tattoos. There is a soft golden glow behind his head. Above his head is written 'You'll believe Atua is a woman' and a pink loveheart, which references Ariana Grande's song God is a Woman and a Māori word for gods which is used in the modern practice to include the Christian God. Below his left arm is written the caption 'babe, did you call the Uber?', implying Ed is talking to Stede out of frame. Under this caption is a small gap and then 'nah?' as if asking for confirmation, and then in the very bottom right corner is written 'bruh.' communicating Ed's disappointment at the lack of Uber.

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oh my god they're engaged to be engaged...

(also this is entirely separate from the izzyguana series fyi, but my god I have drawn their little island so many times by now)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Wide shot of Stede and Ed's ramshackle house on a hill of long grass, a forested mountain sliding into the sea behind them as the sun peeks above the waves, painting them orange and yellow. Some work has been put into the house since they found it: the holes in the roof have been boarded over or covered with tarp, a rickety porch railing and staircase off the left side have been built on from scraps, oil lamps have been hung on each corner, and an addition on the right side is in progress, rocks stacked on the wood-slat roof and tarps hanging from unfinished walls. Planks of wood, tools, and fishing poles are leaned up against the porch, the path to the house has been cleared out and defined by stones and shells, and a wooden sign out front has the words "Best Little Inn By The Sea! +fishing equipment" carved into it. Stede and Ed, wearing a teal blouse with brown leather trousers and purple tee with black leather trousers respectively, are standing on the porch and looking out over the land, arms around each others waist. Stede raises his arm in a wave and shouts, "Great to see you two! Come again any time!" In the foreground, Pete and Lucius are walking down the path away from the house, looking tired. Pete has one arm around Lucius's shoulders and his eyes are closed, head listing to the side. Lucius covers his mouth as he yawns, lifting the other to throw a halfhearted wave over his shoulder. 1b. Waist-up in profile of Stede and Ed on the porch, sunrise behind them. Closest to the viewer, Stede stares out after their guests, hand lowering, smile fading to something a little bittersweet. Ed leans into Stede, free hand in his pants pocket, and rests his head in the crook of his neck as he follows Stede's gaze with a thoughtful smile. Ed asks, "You ever think about that for us?" 1c. Repeat. Stede's hand drops further, wrist dangling, as he turns his face toward Ed with a bewildered smile. "What?" Ed straightens from his cuddle, embarrassed, but keeps his right hand on Stede's waist. His left gestures randomly as he scrunches up his face, avoiding Stede's gaze. He explains, "Y'know...the matie-monie thing, whatever."

2a. Zoom out slightly; Stede takes a step back toward the house to face Ed as he pivots with his back toward the yard. They are still connected waist-to-hand. Stede plants his free hand on his hip with a smug little smirk and says, "Well I certainly hope that's not your proposal." Ed waves his free hand in a 'stop' motion, flustered as he meets his partner's eyes, and splutters "Wha- no! No, mate, I just... 'M having a dialogue." 2b. Repeat, zoom in. Ed dips his chin to look up at Stede through his lashes, red-faced and accepting defeat as he mumbles, "...How would you want it to go, though? Hypothetically." Stede giggles helplessly, free hand leaving his hip to rest fingertips on Ed's chest. 2c. Repeat, the background cutting out in favor of the sunrise occurring between them. They are almost forehead-to forehead, both of Stede's hands now pressed to Ed's chest and idly playing with the tips of his hair. Ed stares at his face with hooded eyes. Stede smiles, gaze lowered to focus on his hands, and says "Oh, I don't know. A bit of romance, you know. Dazzle." 2d. Repeat, zoom in to bust, background now mottled oranges and yellows. Ed raises his head to look past Stede with a frown, brow furrowed in confusion as he repeats blankly, "Dazzle." Stede hums idly to himself, concentrating on petting Ed's chest. 2e. Repeat. Stede lifts his head with a little smile, putting them nose-to-nose and adds, "I wouldn't say no to some fireworks." Ed flusters at the pointed reminder of their first time, cheeks turning red and a wobbly smile creeping across his face.

3a. Repeat. Stede asks, "What about you?" Ed leans back from their embrace, smile turning incredulous as he repeats, "Me?!" 3b. Waist up of Ed as he turns, sunrise at his back, to lean his left arm against the porch railing. He glances over the yard with a resigned little frown, fiddling with a piece of his hair with his right hand. He replies, "I dunno. Never really thought about it." 3c. Chest up of Stede as he mirrors Ed's pose with a fond if slightly amused smile, stairs and forest behind him. Offscreen, Ed continues, "Bet you had a whole scrapbook of ideas, eh?" 3d. Repeat. Stede straightens with a "Well!" and turns his body to face the house. 3e. Knees-up from the house POV as both men lean against the porch railing, the yard, ocean, and brightening sky beginning to streak itself with orange beyond. Stede is facing the viewer, back to the yard, leaning with his elbows braced on the railing. He aims his gaze to the side with a bit of a pained smile and says, "When Mary and I were engaged, a scrapbook wouldn't have been much use." Ed is turned toward Stede, left elbow propped on the railing. He scowls and sticks out his tongue at mention of Mary. 3f. Repeat. Stede turns his head toward Ed, who quickly tucks his petty tongue back in his mouth and schools his expression into one of interest. Stede continues, "Everything had been decided for us already. Never really got to the proposal part."

4a. Repeat. Ed turns his body more fully toward Stede, folding his arms on the railing and leaning his head over them with a warm smile. Stede raises his eyebrows in surprise and goes slightly pink as Ed says, "I'll have to make it really good, then." 4b. Stede turns his body toward Ed, left arm sliding against the railing behind him and right hand cupping Ed's chin as he leans closer, nose to nose. Ed's eyes hood, looking at Stede's mouth as is curls into a loving smile. Stede responds, "Can't wait." 4c. Repeat. Ed suddenly goes pale and blurts out, "You'll say yes, though, right?" Stede freezes in surprise, lips puckered in preparation of a kiss. 4d. Repeat. Stede throws his head back in a loud bark of laughter, straightening up and turning fully toward Ed to cup his cheek in his right hand and his shoulder with the other. Ed aims an embarrassed, besotted smile at him as Stede replies, "Ed, of course! Who could say no to you?"

5a. Repeat, both now in profile. The orange and yellow light of the sunrise is slowly spreading across the sky from the left. Ed straightens up from his lean to bring their foreheads together, still a bit red-cheeked and with a nervous edge to his smile as he lowers his gaze. He says, "You can say no if you want, though." Stede smiles at him with every ounce of tenderness he has, hands firm on his cheek and shoulder. He replies, "There's nothing I want more than to say yes to you, Ed. Permanent ink, remember?" 5b. Repeat. Stede moves his right hand from Ed's cheek to hook around his back, tugging him closer as he leans himself back. Ed stumbles forward with a helpless grin, cheeks even redder, bracing himself with his right hand on Stede's chest. When their eyes meet, Stede's smile turns teasing and faux-sinister, continuing, "You're stuck with me regardless. Foreverrr~" 5c. Repeat, larger and brighter, as Stede and Ed finally come together in an affirming kiss, the land behind them retreating to allow the sea and sky to fill the background. The sun finally breaches the horizon, sending glitter sparkling across the waves and gilding the pair in warm golden light. Ed's right hand is cupping the side of Stede's neck, thumb tracing through his sideburns, and Stede's right is hooked fully around his shoulders, cushioned in his soft hair. They are both smiling into the kiss, unhurried and in harmony.

6a. Repeat as they pull back from the kiss just far enough to meet each other's gaze, arms still around each other, Ed's right hand brushing Stede's cheek and Stede's buried in the back of Ed's hair. Ed smirks flirtatiously, eyes hooded, and says, "You know... I hear there's a traditional engagement sex sabbatical, too." Stede matches his expression, left hand sliding down Ed's shoulder to press against his lower back. Stede replies playfully, "Oh, is there? I suppose I can plan that part, then." 6b. Repeat. Ed brings his left hand up to mirror his right, cupping both of Stede's cheeks, and arches up on his toes to lean over Stede with a teasing grin. His movement forces Stede to arch his back in the first motions of a dip, hands briefly flying free of their grip on his future fiance to try to catch his balance. Their lips a centimeter apart, Ed hums, "Mmm, gimme a rehearsal, first." Stede tosses his head back with a giggle in response, eyes closed, cheeks pink. Hearts float above their heads. 6c. Shot at the bottom of the hill Stede and Ed are stationed on, the packed-dirt path to the house curving upward in the background, the stones and shells now more conservatively scattered. Amidst the tall grass and tropical plants lining the way are handmade wooden signs shaped like arrows pointing the way to the inn. Words carved into them say "this way!" and "best inn!" Pete and Lucius are in the foreground, walking down the hill towards the viewer, Pete's right arm still looped around his husband's shoulders. They still look very tired with dark circles beneath their eyes - Pete still hasn't opened his. Lucius has, barely, and is scowling his way forward with a furrowed brow, declaring, "We are leaving them the worst review." Pete nods solemnly. Text nearby points to them and says 'kept up all night by noises'. Pink hearts and exclamation points spill out behind them from the bend in the path, echoing the lovey-dovey noises from above that must have made their stay so insufferable. /end ID

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AN ~ In the not too distant future, Ed and Stede have a conversation about 'the mistake.' Yes Mary Read is puking, so sue me.

For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “If you don't stop now-"

Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters/Relationships: Stede Bonnet, Ed Teach. Ed x Stede MAJOR SPOILERS FOR EP 7. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Trauma CW: this fic deals in detail with sexual trauma based on (canonical) mutually consensual but unhealthy or later regretted encounters.

Beautiful

It’s Ed who has Stede up against the wall tonight. His hands dig into that loose, light, wonderful shirt and lift, so they can really appreciate the feel of his belly as he writhes with pleasure and passion and need. Stede moans breathlessly into his mouth as Ed kisses across his lips and his cheek and down his neck, and the last time he’d tried this it got a good response so he gives a little lick and a touch of the teeth against Stede’s collar bone. He’s expecting the smouldering embers of desire to roar up at it, for Stede’s hands to dig into his hair like they so love to do, but Stede’s response is lacklustre. Hm. Maybe he’s not doing it right, or maybe Stede’s just not feeling that one tonight.

“Ed?”

“Mmnyeah?” He’s thinking, maybe I’ll try the ear this time.

“Stop.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The steam fizzles, only the ghost of it lingering in the air. His lips leave the skin of Stede’s neck, and immediately he feels parched. He drops reluctant hands from Stede’s waist. He’s not used to pulling back like this, but he can’t imagine continuing when he sees Stede’s face: tense, almost panicked, and the more Ed looks the worse it gets.

“What’s going on?” he asks. Concern floods through him. He’s starting to recognise that face now. It’s a face that happens right before one or both of them gets tempted to self-sabotage and blow everything up. “Let’s… talk it through.”

Stede cringes at the sound of his own advice. Shame flushes his cheeks and the back of his neck and he wants to run away and bury himself in the blankets. He avoids Ed’s big, beautiful, prying eyes with everything he has. At least he knows he’s spiraling this time, but knowing is different from stopping himself as he sinks into a quagmire of guilt. Knowing is different to being able to put words to it. But if they’re going to get anywhere, and so help him they’re going to get somewhere with all this, he has to try.

“I … just thought,” he manages, and thinks of how cold the air had felt as he was marched through the forest in his nightclothes. Of the smell of gunpowder. Of the sour taste it had left in his mouth when Ed had told him he was running away to fish. “If you don’t stop now… you might… do something you regret.”

“What are you talking about, regret? Pretty sure I’m the one about to rip those pretty little buttons off your pants.” Ed laughs just a little. He means it cajolingly, suavely, flatteringly, but he hears it land wrong and grimaces. He’s still getting the hang of this sincerity business. Stede shoves him away and he lets himself be shoved, circling around to follow him and pleading silently, don’t blow this up don’t blow this up.

“I’m serious, Ed!” Stede cries. “Don’t make another mistake just because of me.”

“I’m serious too, Stede!” Ed cries back, although maybe doing it in the same tone isn’t the best choice of the moment. “What the fuck do you mean ‘a mistake’?”

Too late it hits him. He was standing on the balcony. He was telling Stede that their timing was off, that he hadn’t been ready, but that’s not what he’d actually said. Not all of it, anyway. He’d said I think last night was a mistake.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Stede retorts, but it lacks its usual edge. He looks so helplessly forlorn Ed desperately wants to kiss him but that’s so obviously the wrong decision that he watches helplessly instead, until Stede can psych himself up to say more. To voice the pain that’s been weighing on him at long last.

“It was meant to be beautiful, Edward,” Stede says, his voice cracking, eyes filling with tears as it all comes flooding out. “I really needed you, and it felt so good to me, I felt so strong and wonderful and free and it was so- it was so different than what it’s been like before. It felt like how everyone promises it’s meant to feel. And then I find out you never wanted to be there and I violated you too and I. I never wanted to hurt you, Ed, I never wanted to hurt you–”

Sobs shake his frame, threatening to overwhelm him. And it breaks Ed’s heart, it breaks his heart, and for a minute words fail him in the face of it. He presses their foreheads together instead, desperately, and finally Stede takes a deep breath. His hammering heart slows.

“Stede,” Ed says, and he says it like a promise. “I don’t regret you, okay? Not for one second. I wanted to be there, and you didn’t hurt me. You didn’t violate anything.”

“Okay.” It’s easier said than done, to really listen, but he’s trying. Part of him is here with Ed, foreheads together, breathing the same air. But part of him is still in that forest at gunpoint. Part of him is stuck washing up in the bathroom after laying with Mary, knowing they both feel lonely and awful and cold. A defiler of beautiful things.

“It was beautiful,” Ed insists, “and I swear you didn’t make me feel anything but needed and wanted and loved.”

Needed and wanted and loved. Such small words, to fill such a cavern inside of him. He can still remember Stede’s hands, Stede’s lips on him. Hungry. Reverent. Beautiful.

“You weren’t ready.”

“Maybe not. But even I didn’t know I wasn’t, mate. There’s nothing we can do about that. Sometimes timing just sucks.”

“How do you know you’re ready tonight, then?”

“I guess I don’t. But I think I am, and that’s the best I can do. At least until Buttons’ little magic book shows me how to see the future. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah.” Stede nods. “But if it’s all the same to you, I don’t think I am.”

“Okay." Ed keeps his gaze for a long, grounding moment. He lifts his head, to kiss the spot where he’s been resting, and he cups Stede’s face in his hands. “What about this? Is this okay?”

“Mhmm.”

Ed wipes the tears from Stede’s cheeks with his thumbs. He nudges Stede’s chin toward his own.

“And this?”

“Yeah.”

A soft, gentle kiss.

“Okay. Tea and a game of superchess then? Haven’t thrashed you at that in a while.”

There’s a sparkle in Ed’s eye and in spite of himself, Stede smiles.

“Perfect.”

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