#ofmd season one

[lisahafey]

[knitnightstudio]

Ed's Emerald Ring, a love story

I am going to repost this with a few new ideas and some pictures that are actually decent.

This is Part 1: The Proof

The Emerald ring Ed wears in season 2 of OFMD is Stede's ring.

The emerald ring is too big for Ed. Stede's rings are canonically too big for Ed. In 1x4 when they change clothes, Stede's rings on Ed's hands are lopsided the entire time. Ed's usual rings fit him well. The Emerald ring is also lopsided nearly the entire time. There is NO reason for Gypsy Taylor to make Taika Waititi wear a ring that doesn't fit unless there was a specific reason that it needed to be too big.

Stede's rings on Ed, too big for him:

The Emerald ring on Ed, also too big

If the ring was part of his plunder Ed would have gotten rid of it in 2x6 when he called his plunder poison. He got rid of most or all of his plunder, but he kept the emerald ring, why? Because it isn't tied to piracy. Even if he did keep some of his plunder, we know he considers it to be poison, so why would he keep something that was stolen so close to him? on his body all the time? I simply don't believe that he would keep something close to his heart that came from the thing he is trying to escape.

When Ed drops his leathers overboard in 2x7 he still keeps the emerald ring. If the ring had some attachment to the leathers he would have sunk it with the rest of his stuff.

The ring is Stede's color. Stede spends a majority of his time in green/sea green clothing, Stede's main ring is sea green. The captain's cabin has a lot of green elements. Nearly every outfit he wears has at least a trace of green in it, even before he leaves his wife. The "exquisite cashmere" that Ed rubs on his face has a lot of green in it. Stede's bed sheets also have green in them. Most of the time we see Stede's daughter she is also in green, not sure what to make of that other then connecting them to each other.

Interestingly, the first non green outfit that we see Stede wear after meeting Ed is Purple, Ed's color

Ed has a history of keeping stuff that signifies Stede close to him. We see this when he wears Stede's black scarf for most of season 1 and puts it back on right before he sails into the storm in season 2.

The only reason for Ed to keep a piece of jewelry THAT DOESN'T FIT is if the meaning was divorced from piracy and special to him, and the only thing in his life that comes close to that is Stede.

thus ends part 1. I'll be back with part 2 in a bit

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

I’m a big fan of the idea that stede definitely had some sort of ye olde porn stash before his gay awakening

[spirker]

One of my favourite lines from S1 🩷

Gif credit: @llokilaufeyson

[wrensgeekyvibes]

They Were a United Front

This is one of my favorite moments in OFMD and this scene in particular. These two had just emotionally connected in ways they never had before. Blackbeard was down and feeling that he had no friends, but Stede was there to help Ed see that he was worthy of friends. It's a beautiful, vulnerable scene. And here, we have them coming out together as a true united front for the first time. It's a lovely moment for these two characters.

(And this is why they deserve a season 3...we need more moments of vulnerability and them just caring for each other completely)

[stedefxckingbonnet]

If you're doing izzy x reader requests I'd love to see something along the lines of reader killing someone for the first time either to keep Izzy safe or because someone threatened to kill him. With izzy just being shocked/honored that someone would do that for him and it makes him a little bit starry-eyed. Obviously if you're not vibing with this feel free to just use parts or ignore it all together 🖤 thanks for keeping the izzy x reader fics alive

Firstly, thank you so much for that last sentence—words like those motivate me so much more, and bring me so much joy! Thank you to all of you who have welcomed me with open arms, as I sorta feel like I arrived here out of nowhere!! I hope this one does your request justice; how could I ignore it, it's absolutely amazing! Enjoy the rest of your day or night, lovely stranger, and I hope you enjoy this as well! it brought me joy to write and I hope it brings you even more joy to read ♡

P.S. More longer fics coming soon, I promise! I'm still just dipping my toes back in to writing these, and I hope the lengths have been okay thus far! I may even revisit some of these first ones I'm writing down the line and elaborate upon them, if that's something you'd all be interested in.

Eternity | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: death (not of a major character or reader!), mentions of blood, mentions of choking, brief violence beginning and escalating quickly, some language, kissing

Word count: 2755

There was one thing you absolutely dreaded that just seemed to come with the price of being a pirate, almost like a rite of passage—murder. You were lucky enough to have crew mates beside you with the exact opposite opinion to do your biddings for you because, let's face it, even if you didn't want the blood directly upon your hands, there were still people you thought deserved to die, for the safety of yourself and the crew. But the thought of seeing the life escape a person at your own discretion was a thought that absolutely haunted you. Even while sailing with Blackbeard on the Queen Anne you had managed to avoid such a situation. Still, you had always promised yourself that if it were absolutely necessary, you wouldn't hold it against yourself too much. You sighed at that thought, your face slumping into the palm of your hand as you finished your breakfast. Certain mornings, you preferred to rise earlier in order to avoid eating with the crew as much as you absolutely loved them, and Roach understood this, thankfully. Every night before you retreated to your quarters after Stede wove his bedtime tales, he would always discreetly pull you aside and ask whether you would be joining them in the morning and he was always prepared for either response, setting your meal at your usual spot at the table. This had been going on for quite awhile, and you always worried the crew would find out and then take it personally. But, no one ever had.

Though, you were confused as to why there was a second meal beside yours. You tried to eat as quickly as you possibly could in order to avoid whoever it was that might be joining you but of course, you were a smidge too late. Luckily for you, it was none other than Izzy Hands—for others, this would be an unlucky thing, but not for you. Never for you. You almost allowed yourself to smile at his appearance.

"What are you doing awake at this hour?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you shrugged as he sat beside you.

"Just haven't been liking starting my day with twats," he shrugged back, which earned a laugh from you.

"Am I included in that lot?" You couldn't help but tease him. He always acted annoyed when you did, but you saw right through his act.

"Fuck off," Izzy laughed quietly.

"Aww, I don't get the special treatment?"

"Why should you?" Anyone else would have thought Izzy was pissed off, but you knew better than that. He knew he was teasing you back, or at least, you hoped so. But you knew for a fact he wasn't really annoyed with you.

"Well, we go way back—don't we, Israel?"

Izzy chuckled. It seemed half-hearted, but you knew it was actually genuine, which warmed your heart that you could bring such sweet melodies out of him. "I suppose we do, yes."

"And I do all my chores before you even ask me to, and I get them done fast and still do a good job," you added, only sort of faux smugly.

"You want a sticker for that?" Izzy retorted.

"Wouldn't mind it," you laughed, sighing of relief as you did so. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a smile almost spread across Izzy's usually stone-cold visage, like one of a marble statue. You couldn't help but smile yourself. "Sorry if I kind of rained on your desirably lonesome parade this morning."

"You didn't," Izzy replied nonchalantly, but you knew this was his way of saying he enjoyed your company. You knew him long enough to know that. "I'm glad it's you and not Stede fucking Bonnet."

You chuckled, your eyes rolling in addition. "Yeah. Could've been a lot worse. But, a word of advice—if you don't want to be stampeded by a starving group of "twats", we'd better get going in the next minute or so."

Izzy's eyes widened and he quickly downed the rest of his meal before disposing properly of whatever leftovers you both had. You protested for a moment, claiming you could toss your own remains away, but he insisted, only on behalf that it would make escaping a lot quicker. Once again you saw right through this. You had always found Izzy's funny ways of showing you that he cared about you endearing. You wouldn't trade any of it for the world, as ecstatic as you would be to really hear or see him express appreciation for you. You giggled as the two of you rushed out onto the deck—the sun had just risen, painting the sky a sort of orange and pink hue and birds could be heard singing from a distance, if you listened hard enough. It was breathtaking. it made waking up this early in the morning worthwhile. You looked over at Izzy, who seemed to be somewhat taken by such a sight, until his lips curled into an intentional frown.

"Izzy?" you asked, trying to snap him out of his thoughts. "What is it?"

"Oh," Izzy laughed breathlessly. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."

You didn't buy that for a second, but you also knew it wasn't worth your time or energy to press him. You knew how stubborn Izzy could be, and how because of this, he never wanted anyone else's help in any capacity. But he was more pensive than usual; something seemed to be plaguing him, and it plagued you knowing you would most likely never know what it could have been. Without another word, Izzy was out of your sight before you even noticed he left your side. You sighed, almost slumping against the railing. Cheering could be heard from the dining room, but you knew you would catch wind of whatever the excitement was in just moments. Before you could wonder any further, Olu and Black Pete rushed onto the deck to announce the day would be spent on land. You smiled to yourself, thinking perhaps you could get Izzy to join you on an endeavor or two. You rushed over to him with a hopeful glint in your eyes.

"Did you hear? We get a day off!"

"Oh, joy," Izzy mumbled sarcastically. "I should stay behind, watch the ship. Someone has to do it."

"But you did that last time," you pouted. "Come on, Iz. It could be—

"—What? Fun? I doubt it."

You sighed for what felt like a millionth time. You were almost out of breath, but you weren't going to give up this easily. If only you could show Izzy that the world held more wonders to behold, despite all that he had claimed to already have seen in all his years. Or maybe, just maybe, if he saw how much it would mean to you.

"Today is too beautiful a day to waste," you claimed, hoping so much that he would take the hint.

Izzy paused to ponder it. He craned his neck over to meet your eyes. "I suppose I could spare an hour or two."

You almost jumped for joy right there and then, but you only nodded in his line of sight, then allowing for a grin to dominate your expression as you walked away, ready to get off of the ship. Izzy followed behind, and the crew knew better than to follow just yet. Once the two of you stepped onto the dock, then everyone followed suit.

"Don't tell me we're going into some trashy tavern," Izzy grumbled quietly. This sort of surprised you—all these years, did Izzy fake enjoying all of the drinks he would get for himself, talking with others for hours at these establishments? You didn't necessarily adore it either, but Izzy never complained about it.

"I was thinking the pawnshop first, if that's alright with you?" you proposed. "I have a few things I want to get off my hands but don't want in the hands of just anyone."

"Better than what everyone else has going on," he shrugged. You led the way, seeming to know this place like the back of your hand even though to Izzy's knowledge, you had never been here before. But, what did he know of your life before the Queen Anne? He wished he knew more, but he didn't even know where to begin. Flat out asking you didn't seem like it was on the table, as happy as you would be to reveal anything he asked of you, and even happier to hear of his own life that existed prior. Without another thought of this, you led Izzy down a few winding paths until finally, you reached your first stop, not knowing it would actually be the last for the day. You rushed up to the door to hold it open for Izzy, a grin making its way onto your face once again, unknowingly.

"What do ya know, chivalry isn't dead," Izzy muttered but you saw the corners of his mouth rise. With this, you followed behind him, making sure to gently shut the door behind you. You reached into your pocket, revealing a small red velvet sachet. You waltzed right over to the oak countertop, revealing a few shining silver and gold rings and chains, the same smile still existing upon you.

"I can offer you quite a bit for these," the shopkeeper started. "But something your friend over there has interests me far more."

He pointed at Izzy's neck, which only made him self consciously clutch his cravat.

"I'm only offering you what's in front of you," you told the shopkeeper.

"And he isn't right in front of me?" he retaliated.

"You're saying you don't want any of this?"

"No," he sounded as if he were about to snap. "I want all this, and your friend's necktie."

"Well, you aren't getting it, I'm sorry," you spoke sincerely. "But I am happy to offer you any and all of this."

Before you knew it, the shop owner barged out from behind the countertop and planted himself right in front of Izzy's face. He began to undo Izzy's cravat himself while Izzy tried to swat him away, but you weren't going to allow this to happen. You made your way over and tried to pry him off of Izzy, to which you were slapped for trying to do so. You clutched your cheek, almost shouting in pain. Izzy and the owner's struggle was beginning to grow more violent and much more personal than it should have been, and you had never felt more helpless in your entire life. The shop owner had Izzy on the ground and began to choke him, and before you could think it through, you were on the floor, viciously grabbing this stranger by the collar, turning him to face you. You already had your dagger in your other hand and stabbed him right in the heart, wincing as you did so, as the blood spilled out onto his white shirt, and bits of it splattered across your own face. As soon as you were sure he was a goner, you released his body onto the ground. Your dagger slipped out of your hands as you rushed over to your Izzy to help him up. He wasn't ready to stand, you quickly realized, so you sat beside him and rubbed his back as he coughed and tried to regain oxygen.

"You're okay," you cooed, attempting to soothe the man before you. He couldn't muster a word, but he immediately locked eyes with you and his breath seemed to return to him. "You're okay," you repeated for the sake of no one but yourself this time, tears welling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks.

Izzy looked at you with such a disbelief written all over his face. You, who used to shrivel into yourself at the mere mention of blood. You, who declared to never take someone's life unless absolutely necessary—oh yes, he recalled such a proclamation, loud and clear in the early days of the Queen Anne, and he remembered thinking it absolutely ridiculous. He remembered thinking you wouldn't survive a day bearing that mindset. Yet, you still persisted, and sailed the seas beside him for what felt like an eternity. Normally, Izzy would describe an eternity in such a way that it felt dreary and undesirable, but with you, an eternity was nowhere near enough. If he could, he would spend multiple eternities with you and it still wouldn't be enough. He looked at you as if you were the only other person in the world. Sometimes, he wished you were. Sometimes, he wished it could just be the two of you. Death had never been this close to meeting him, but now that it had, his mortality felt far too real, and his feelings towards you felt far too hidden. Even before this moment, every time the two of you were in close proximity to one another, his heart felt heavy with all of the tenderness he held onto for you, barely being able to contain it and his heart being warm almost felt concerning to him if it hadn't been such a pleasant experience. And it was a bit concerning to him that it felt nice. Especially in this moment, he knew he couldn't conceal himself much longer, not after you had been so willing to sacrifice someone else's life for his. He was honored that you went against your own word for him, of all people.

"Izzy, are you alri—"

Before you could finish your question, and perhaps say anything else in addition, Izzy's lips were on yours. He tried to wipe the blood off of you with his gloved hand the best he could as you kissed him back with such fervor, such longing. You had wanted this for what felt like an eternity. This was what you thought of every time Izzy walked into a room, and even anytime he wasn't close by. There were some moments you couldn't even be around him in fear that you would embarrass yourself and accidentally pour out your heart to him. You never thought this would be happening, you never thought Izzy would even fathom half of what you possibly felt for him, nor even feel any of the same ways. But with all the discreetly exchanged glances, the "accidental" brushes against one another, the excessive lingering while you did your tasks some days, the following your lead whenever you had those scarce days on land, even finding out from Roach the night before that you would be eating your breakfast alone the following morning, there was simply no way Izzy didn't return your sentiments, even if he wasn't quick to show it. Eventually, Izzy had to disconnect his lips from yours, almost gasping for air again. A giggle escaped your lips as he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, and he showed a smile that you had never before seen. You could have sworn your heart somehow gained a mind of its own and began doing backflips—how did it learn to do such a trick?

"I can't believe you did that for me," Izzy beamed, reminiscent of some sort of beacon or lighthouse.

You smiled sheepishly. "Are you mad?"

"The opposite, actually. I know your feelings about killing, and yet—"

"—It was worth it," you assured him, tracing patterns along the small of his back. "You are worth it."

Without another word as you both stood up, your fingers intertwined with his, the ungloved hand, and you slowly made your way back to the ship together, knowing no one else would be there to entice you into any antics. For a moment, it could and it would feel like you and your Izzy were the only two people in the world. You knew this moment wouldn't last forever, but it would already be one to cherish for the rest of eternity, and you hoped that now, you and Izzy could spend the rest of whatever that looked like together, thought it felt like you already have been. Only now, you could look over at him like he was your world, because he is, and not worry about what he would think. Now, he could hold you close to him and whisper everything he's dreamed of ever sharing with you since knowing you. Now, the two of you could truly share your love for one another beyond the end of time.

[stardust-ti]

Heyyyyyyy

Our flag Means Death but it's just Ed saying "Hey"

[blueberry-matty]

when olu and jim's nana said "la vida es dolor" i think this is what they meant

[glowingspacecowboy]

“Just let go,

Make yourself let go

Make it go away

Away, away today

Life’s a hard sad death

And then you’re

Dead~”

- Edward Teach

(Our Flag Means Death, Season 1 ep 10)

[deffcraver]

live laugh love stede and eds positions being in the same place , and ed watching while stede daals with it in both seasons while he's making someone leave their ship

[knitnightstudio]

Ed's Emerald Ring, a love story

Part 2, some of the meaning, majority the same as the last time but with pictures and 2 more bullet points at the end

Either Stede gave Ed the ring sometime in season 1 but he never wore it until season 2, or Ed found it when he was ransacking the ship after Stede left him and decided to keep it. Either way, It's Stede's ring.

You can't see Stede's tie in season 2 until Ed drives the ship into the storm, so sometime between when he tells Frenchie to let him steer the ship, and the storm beginning, he put the scarf back on. After he and Stede are reunited we don't see the scarf again. Why? I think it's because the crew knew that the scarf belonged to Stede.

If Ed had worn it prior to driving into the storm the crew would have definitively known that sweet Ed was still in there. Clearly they knew why Ed was behaving in the way that he was, but I think Ed probably thought he wasn't being so obvious. He could wear the ring though, and keep Stede close to him because nobody had seen it before and the crew would just assume it was from a plunder, not as a reminder of Stede.

Ed keeps the bride and groom figures from the wedding and draws on the bride to look like himself. The black all over the bride and groom is either from the makeup he's been putting on his face, or from him mushing the dolls together, or both. Either way, he doesn't want the crew to know he is holding on to them. Since they don't know the ring belongs to Stede Ed can keep this reminder of Stede with him at all times without anyone else knowing.

Once Stede and Ed are reunited Ed doesn't need the scarf anymore. It's too reminiscent of the life he wanted to leave, but the ring symbolizes Stede without the pirate baggage, so the scarf goes and the ring stays.

Ed wears fine things well and an emerald ring is certainly a fine thing

Even when he is dressed down in 2x8 he keeps the ring. We've seen Ed without his leathers AND dressed in comfy clothes 3 times. In 1x9 when Ed and Stede kiss for the first time, 2x5 when he goes fishing with Fang, and 2x7/2x8 when he is either in the bathrobe or Button's clothes before he puts the leathers back on. The first 2 times Ed doesn't wear any jewlery. The third time though, after Ed and Stede have sex and breakfast in bed and brunch together he keeps the emerald with him.

Ed wears the ring on his left ring finger, which is traditionally where you would wear an engagement or wedding ring.

Although Stede came back, through the ring he never really left

The thing that alerts Stede that Ed is still alive is the banging of the ring against the wood Ed is lying on.

Conclusion: Our pretty princess loves Stede so fucking much and these two boys are gonna talk it out and work everything out because regardless of what they say they're obsessed with each other in the best way.

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

god this shot of ed in s1 makes me violently ill.

…now look at him being happy and in love in season two!!!!!!! I hope we get even more smiles from him in a third season.

[hellbeast-go-walkies]

Just finished Our Flag Means Death. Even though I started after seeing every major spoiler on Pinterest, the show still managed to surprise me. Specifically, I didn't think my OTP would be Lucius and Black Pete of all people, and Izzy Hands is officially a cutie patootie lil bitch <3

And piracy as a metaphor for queerness is just chef's kiss: "You don't know the first thing about piracy, do you? It's not about glory. It's not about getting what you want. It's about belonging to something when the world has told you you're nothing."

Also, Buttons. Nailed it, no notes.

[wrensgeekyvibes]

A Second Kiss

ICYMI, there was a second kiss at the end of "Act of Grace" (S01E09) Just letting you all know. There was a second one, and it was awkward and lovely, and I need to see it played out in Season 2.

This is what I need.

[pirate-trundle]

IZZY WAS SLAYING 🙈🏳️‍🌈

[currentlyinapickle]

I made OFMD playlist and I’m pretty proud of it! The order of the songs is meant to follow the development of their relationship from start to finish. Please listen, follow, share, but most of all enjoy!