#confession? that he was fine n peachy to Talk It Through with his crew? that he was in his right mind when he told basically total stranger

[leatherbookmark]

"ed shot izzy in the leg because izzy blamed the poisonous atmosphere on the ship on ed's love for stede, as if it was something bad, when it was in fact good and made ed happy"

god help me. literally what are those people watching the show with because it sure as hell can't be their eyes. ed shot izzy for talking shit about his pure and restorative love for stede. ed "fuck you, stede bonnet" teach. ed "freezes when izzy mentions a part of stede's catchphrase and goes to threaten the crew with a gun as izzy follows him stammering that he did not mean to mention The Previous Owner Of This Vessel" teach. this ed. the same guy who literally went krakenmode after stede abandoned him and had all of his things tossed off the ship -- along with the crew, "his playthings". ed "you're not a fucking mermaid >:(" teach.

THIS ED. shooting izzy to say "you're wrong and you're fired, loving stede was GOOD actually". ??????????????

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Snow King of yandere ghaccio vs bruno?

Ghaccio is the perfect ice King!!!

This took me a while and this will be multi chapter considering all the stuff that happens in the original story.

Cold as ice pt 1

(Female reader X Bruno and Yandere ghaccio)

You sat under the canopy of roses as you waited for Bruno to come back from his work on a fishing ship. You hadn’t seen him since mid summer. As the first snowflakes of winter gently drifted in the air you remembered how you’d both stay at eachothers house and huddle up near the fireplace as children.

As your mind drifted off you remember a pair of jet black eyes you saw through the frost covered windows when you were younger and the mysterious piece of a mirror and how it made everything seem so worn and ugly. You kept that shard in a little box where every now and then you would inspect it to try and figure out what it really was.

You let out a frosty sigh as you wait for your childhood friend to return home. Your heart pounded as you remembered his lush ebony locks, his deep blue eyes, his sweet voice and warm smile. You held these longing feelings of love towards him inside of your heart but you dreaded to confess those affections to him, you didn’t want to ruin the nearly fifteen years of friendship in your selfish pursuit for something more.

Then you jumped out of your seat as you saw the familiar ravenette view. You stood up before sprinting towards him and wrapping your arms around him. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you looked into his sapphire eyes, his heartwarming smile made you melt in his arms as they wrapped around you.

“I missed you so much Bruno” you exclaimed as you squeezed him tighter.

“I missed you too (Y/n), all I could think about was you the whole time” he replied as he closed his eyes and held you in his embrace. You felt your body heat up as a blush grew on your face, surely he was just trying to be nice but to believe you had been on his mind made you a melting mess in winter.

You two finally separated from your long hug and entered his home where his sickly father was sitting on the lounge waiting. He’d been in this state for a year but his health was slowly improving under your care.

“Padre, how have you been? I hope you haven’t hassled dear (Y/n) too much while I was away?” Bruno asked in the sweetest voice as he pulled his father into his tight grip.

“I’ve been fine and no I’m sure I haven’t hassled the girl too much” he replied with a chuckle.

“So how was the crew? Was the boat?” his father asked him, wondering if it was still the same as he remembered.

“Oh it was great but I’d rather tell all my stories over a warm dinner” he stated.

“Speaking of which, do you need a hand with cooking?” he asked.

“Well I’m considering whether to make soup or a casserole, either way I need some vegetables cut up while I make the base” you replied as you put your hand on your chin. You walk into the kitchen and he follows. As you grab the left over fat from the other night he grabs out the vegetables from the pantry. He carefully chopped an onion but couldn’t help turning his head to look back at you. He just thought about how much he loved you, such a strong pain in his chest as he thought about a future with you, he just couldn’t keep these feelings to himself. Tomorrow he had to confess to you as he knew that it was his only chance to speak the silence he had been holding for so long.

During dinner Bruno shared his tales of his time at sea. like a child you were so fascinated by all his words and asked so many questions of the many places he’d been, so much so that you had even forgotten your bowl of stew as it went cold. He spoke of places where it alway raining down fresh snow or lands where the sun always saturated the land. He told you of the fascinating creatures he had seen. He went on and on with no indication of stopping but you had no problem with it.

Even after dinner he showed you a journal that he had written so many things inside. The most Interesting were the notes he had on the various forien myths and he had learned from the places he’d been. You read them outloud with him as it reminded you both when your grandmother would tell you stories on cold winter nights much like tonight.

Bruno smiled when he caught you sleeping against you. As a child you would be the one to continue to wake him up in the childish pursuits until you eventually passed out, Ironic how you were the one asleep on him now.

He picked you up and pulled back his fresh bed sheets before laying you down on his bed and taking your shoes off. After that he tucked you in, he’d sleep on the lounge. Sure there was enough room to allow himself to comfortably sleep beside you but you two weren’t children anymore and the whole idea of what it ment was changed in your adult minds. Even if intentions were pure.

💐💐💐

You rubbed your eyes as the first rays of sunlight flooded into the room, you groaned as you turned away from the window, you opened your eyes slightly about to close them again before you saw a note on the bedside table. You sat yourself up and slowly allowed yourself to wake up. You stretch out your body before grabbing the note and unfolding it to see Bruno’s handwriting. The note was very vague, only really mentioning to meet him at the town gazebo in the afternoon.

As you set about getting up and going through your everyday tasks, Bruno was set on making his confession to you the most meaningful way he could. He clenched the small box in his hand, wondering if the ring he had brought In his journey would be enough for you. His thought took over him, he was nervous to confess his feelings to you after all these years.

As he walked through the town markets he noticed the most beautiful bouquet of peachy coloured roses he'd seen. He then looked at the old lady who ran the stall. She looked so humble and kind as she gave him a tender smile.

"I see you have your eye's on my roses" she said in her sweet voice.

"I didn't think a rose like this would bloom in the start of winter, where did you get them?" He asked her with curiosity.

"Well young man, I grow Them all myself in my garden… with enough care the flowers will bloom at any time of year" she said followed by a light chuckle.

Bruno looked at the price tag and considered if it was worth it before giving the old lady his money.

"Thank you so much" she thanked as he took the bouquet and opened the box. He took out the ring and put the box in his pocket before slipping the ring over one of the unopened buds.

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As the afternoon approached the temperature dropped and the snow slowly drifted in the air. You covered yourself in a warm coat as you left the house. You walked along the snow covered path as you wondered why Bruno wanted to meet you at the gazebo in town of all places, for a small moment your heart fluttered at the thought of a confession but you quickly composed yourself and dismissed the thought.

Today seemed all too wonderful as you looked up at the cloudy sky before a sharp pain jabbed in your eye and then in your very heart. You rubbed your eye to rid the pain but there was no use.

When you finally managed to open your eyes the world had changed, everything was run down. Buildings were crumbled and the gardens around them were wilted and withered. You didn't recognise this place at all.

You walked some more to see what was barely considered a town. You sat on one of the benches and wondered what happened. You had no sense of fear but rather you wanted an explanation of what was going on. As you were thinking someone approached you. A man with matted black hair and the most sunken features against a pastie face, he smiled at you with crooked teeth. He was ugly, what made him think he had the right to talk to you.

"What's the matter (Y/n)?" he asked with such a familiar voice. You simply tried to ignore him but he became ever insistent to have your attention.

"I need to tell you something" he eventually said in which you responded with a simple what as you looked at him once more.

"I've been keeping this bottled up for so many years, I want to tell you that I want to be more than friends… I love you more than anyone else" he confessed as he revealed a bunch of long dead roses.

Something boiled in, it wasn't anger but some strange feeling that began to control you. You finally stood up and slapped the roses out of his hands before yelling at him.

"Who do you think you are?! Coming up to me and annoying me like this, only to confess that you have feelings with some horrid flowers! You disgust me and I never want to see you in my life ever again!" The words seemed to have rolled off your tongue with little thought before you ran away to the forest ahead.

Bruno watched as you did with a stabbing pain in his heart. Tears threatened to form and he fell to his knees to see the beautiful roses on the ground. Many of the petals scattered by the force of the slap and the precious gem on the ring had a large crack through it. He'd never heard you speak so harshly and wondered if that was how you truly felt about him.

He walked home with a low head and broken heart. When he arrived he sat by the fireplace and looked at it while trapped in deep thoughts.

"What's the matter Bruno?" His father asked. Bruno didn't respond.

"It's ok, you can tell me anything son" he continued and again he got no response.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I'm just worried about you… you never are gloomy like this" he said before Bruno finally replied.

"I confessed that I was in love with (Y/n) but see yelled about how I was an annoyance and that I disgust her before running away… I've been thinking about it and I just don't understand what happened" he said. His father held his hand in his chin.

"Well I can't believe she would say such things, I always had the impression that she did love you… I think something is wrong" he mentioned. Bruno felt a light ping in his heart as his father talked, it was indeed very unlike you. A bad feeling in his gut maybe something had happened to you, you could be in danger right now.

He stood up and headed for the door.

"I'm going to find (Y/n), I have a bad feeling something's going to happen to her" he said as he left. Ignoring his father's pled for him to come back inside before the storm began.