#our flag means death fanfiction

[mermaidinn]

Innkeeper Era OFMD Fic Recs

Hey friends, I was organizing my ofmd fic bookmarks and figured I'd throw together a rec list of a few of my favorite post season 2 fics in case anyone is needing this kind of stuff atm. This is by no means a full list of even all my favorites and I'm sure I've missed some good ones, but I've tried to include a good variety of themes and also not make this post extremely long. <3 love you all so much, I don't do much talking in fandom spaces, but you are all incredible and I appreciate each and every one of you

big thank you, obviously, to all the authors of these (and all) fics, y'all are truly doing the lord's work out there

Magpie- 6k, Ed keeps treasures

Cold feet- 1k, Stede gives Ed a gift

Look back- 4k, Stede tells Ed a story

Weathering it Together- 4k, Ed has a panic attack in a storm (there are a lot of fics about this and I always love them, but in the interest of this post not being a mile long I’ll stick with just this one) 

Moving forward- 1k, Ed talks to Stede about izzy’s emotional abuse

Outburst- 5k, Ed tells the crew about what happened with izzy 

Riding Double- 4k, Stede is a horse girl, Ed’s less into it 

Good Bones- 11k, the boyfriends work on the inn, and their relationship 

Breaking & Entrees- 9k, E, Stede and Ed have an adorable date night, and fun and sweet mermaid rp beach sex

Old friends- 6k, crew visits and Ed panics about it

Of few words- 12k, E, Ed gets a new tattoo and tells Stede about some old ones, Stede gets his first tattoo 

Taking it slow- 5k, E, (2.5, 2.6) Ed has some regrets about the phrases ‘take it slow’ and ‘mistake’

A marriage of true minds- 2.7k, Stede and Ed bond over Shakespeare

Lost and found- 2k, Stede finds the cake topper dolls   

By your side until it’s over / to the back of a hand- 5k/2k, E, (2.8) Stede and Ed talk through lingering insecurities and izzy related traumas 

Dear Ed- 3k, Mary’s widow group discovers some of Stede’s love letters

Sailor's delight- 14k, E, 14k words of hot, fun, sweet tentacle porn, you’re welcome. I think this passes as canon compliant even though the magic is a bit more, um, tangibly real than it is on the show 

Guava jelly- 15k, E, Ed working through some issues, sexual healing 

Gone fishing- 6k, Ed and Stede discuss plans for the inn 

Something to celebrate- 1k, the boyfriends try to decide what their first date was

Finding the right words- 3k, discussion of some of Stede’s insecurities 

The thing about snakes- 7k, Archie and Ed have a chat

[caitlinsnicket]

izzy hands sfw headcanons part 2

a/n: part 1 here. part 3 here HAHAHAHA im going lulu (also if you see any mistakes feel free to tell me so

after the loss of his leg, sometimes he might pretend to forget his cane just so he has to lean on you for support. truth is, he hid it under his bed so you would have a harder time finding it and he could spend more time with your arms around him

speaking of leaning, he leans a lot to get a look at you from a lower perspective (not that it's hard, he's not very tall), he leans on your body, on your arms and on your shoulders because he likes your warmth and loves to feel you near him

holds your hand to move around as well, displaying it proudly to the crew and puffing his chest out like a peacock so they know you're together

also tends to get very flushed if you lean on him and hold his hand, looking around expecting a joke, until you distract him with kisses on his cheek

lives for moments where you need comfort. it's not that he likes it when you're feeling bad, but he likes to feel needed for emotional suport, like he's good enough to make you feel better

he loves to feel useful when it comes to you, and so he learns to anticipate your needs and wants. he leaves something light for you to eat on a table on his cabin beside a cup of water, when on land always buys you new clothing pieces that he knows you might need, gets extra blankets in the middle of the night because he knows you might get cold, all that cheesy stuff

he's a romantic at heart

he is very particular about his hair, and has learned how to keep it tidy and practical for his day to day like. however, if you ever ask him to run your hands through it in the middle of the day or to style it in a different way, he'll move like lightning to sit on the ground, head at your hand's level so you can do as you please

his 'disheveled hair' look is probably his hottest too, strands framing his face beautifully, making him look disgruntled and mysterious at the same time. your fingers ache to touch it whenever he's like that

after a while he starts wearing his hair loose (without gel or pomade) more often while on the job, relaxing more and more with his own image

(he still loves his puffy fancy hair though

it's also the softest hair ever. you don't mention it when you notice the many hair care products hidden behind his bathtub, or the different things he uses to keep his hair in place, just as he won't mention it when he notices that you started using them too to smell like him

his favorite thing to do is having his hair taken care of by you. just mark him as yours in as many ways as you can

the curls on the nape of his neck are so endearing and charming it's hard for you to pay attention on anything he's saying. if he notices, he swears at you and walks off, fighting a goofy smile

one day, he decides he's gonna cut his hair short. you are supportive about it, obviously, even if a part of you is dying inside. so he goes out, cuts it and comes back with a glint on his eyes that is so obvious and endearing, as if he's begging you to praise him and call him pretty

and he just looks so nice and tidy and hot (so fucking hot) that you can't help but spend the next hour or so messing with his hair until his legs are wobbly and his mouth is hanging open

his hair ends up being spiked up very often, which makes him look younger and more relaxed. it brings warmth to your heart, and a shy smile to his lips

taking care of him is a tricky job, reserved to you (and fang) on the rare occasions he's too sick to fight back. still, he whines and struggles and cusses the both of you out until he gets too tired to complain anymore and just allows it to happen

feels extremely embarassed and self conscious whenever you feed him soup, but secretely he's vibrating with joy from your attention and care. he can't help but notice how much love is present from your touches and actions, and it makes him feel almost worthy of it

his favorite foods are the ones you cook for him when he's sick. you manage to put so much flavor and affection in it those that sometimes he yearns for a cold or a headache just so you'll cooks him something without him having to ask

he doesn't notice how much better you treat him in comparison to past lovers until jim or fang mention it to him, and he starts watching the things you do for him

it's the little things for him, like the way you neatly fold his clothes after he takes them off, the way there's always a cup of water on the side of his bed in the morning, or how sometimes you'll just remember things that he's mentioned in passing once and buy him a related trinket when you're both on land

he's over the moon and proud of having earned your affections, and will even grin in that manic way that sometimes gets to him

[meimeiherokitten]

So... I'm writing an OFMD fic in a genre I am not used to. I don't usually read this genre and have never written it before. Moreover, it is on a subject i don't believe in. I consider this a challenge. I am up to this. But it's...difficult.

My solution? Well, when all else fails, torture Izzy with it.

[lobotomy-jpeg]

Was exploring the idea today that 1918 Roach's amputation is a forequarter one, so I thought I'd also play around with the prosthesis itself. The ones in color are ones previously done where Roach's arm is amputated under the shoulder.

(These prostheses are by no means accurate but they're inspired by prostheses from the 1810s-20s and the different end attachments seen on different workers!)

You can meet this Roach in Heart Like a Kite!

[ID: A collection of sketches of 19th century arm prostheses, old ones colored and new sketched in monochrome. Roach without his prosthesis and a forequarter upper limb amputation is shown on the upper right. /end ID]

[ourflagmeansdeathremix]

Monday's evening Remix Rec was 'Welcome Steve🪴 To Your Real Person Roleplay Experience' (rated E), which I was in awe of from the moment I first saw it. It's a really unique remix which reimagines the first chapter of 'On The Telephone Line I Am Anyone'.

You can read 'Welcome Steve🪴 To Your Real Person Roleplay Experience' HERE.

And you can read 'On The Telephone Line I Am Anyone' HERE.

[drabbles-mc]

Here We Are

Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach

Written for the 2024 Hurt/Comfort Exchange!

Warnings: 18+, light angst

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: i don't write for ofmd very often but it's always fun when i do! hope y'all enjoy!

It was as silent as it was ever going to get on the ship. Everyone was down below deck asleep— no bedtime stories read earlier to keep them up on the main deck. And somehow, only some snores were carrying up through the floorboards, which was a bit of a treat. For the most part, the only sound was the water, small waves cresting in the distance, smaller ones still splashing against the sides of the ship. It was peaceful, even with the tiny imperfections traveling up from the bunks.

The ship was rocking slowly enough, gently enough, for Ed to sit comfortably on the rail without feeling like he was fighting for balance. He didn’t feel like he was at risk of toppling overboard and into the water beneath him. The stability of that was comforting in a way, but there was also a small part of him that was too aware of how easy it would be to let go of the railing, lean forward, and fall right in. When he was underwater, the ocean was loud enough in his ears to drown out all of the thoughts in his head, and he could use that right about now. It’d be so easy. He disappeared once. He could do it again.

Then he heard the creaking. It wasn’t the ship rocking on the water. While he hadn’t heard the footsteps, he did know the way that the ship’s boards groaned beneath weight put on them. Tightening his grip for a moment, fingers curling more around the railing to keep himself in place, he turned to look over his shoulder.

He should’ve known that it was going to be Stede. No one else cared to wander about at this hour—the most they’d do was shuffle back and forth among the hammocks and bunks beneath them. The main deck was for daylight hours.

“Care for some company?” Stede asked as he walked closer. He phrased it as a question but it quickly became evident that there was only one right answer to it.

If it had been anyone else, Ed would’ve come up with a clever and colorful way to tell them to get lost. But it was Stede. It was Stede in his pajamas that everyone else found ridiculous but Ed had grown rather fond of as time had gone on. So he didn’t give any thought into creative ways to dismiss him. Instead, he simply nodded and gestured towards the railing that he was sitting on. Stede could join him, but he wasn’t going to give up his spot of quiet contemplation either.

Stede gave a short nod in return, a small lift to the ends of his lips. He came closer to the railing, standing right by it. He looked at Ed for a moment, studying him but not in the way that he usually did. It wasn’t simple admiration this time—this time he was trying to figure out the best way to land himself so that he was sitting in the same position as Ed currently was without falling over. This wasn’t their usual position of sitting on the deck with their legs beneath the railing and hanging over that way. The way Ed was sitting now seemed so much less secure, and Stede found that he wasn’t quite so willing to fall into the water beneath.

“Right, then,” Stede said as he placed both hands on the railing.

Ed watched him silently, eyebrows raised just the tiniest bit. If it got to be too much, he’d offer a helping hand. But, as it was, he was content to watch Stede figure it out for himself. He had a habit of doing that, of pulling things together even if they were a bit of a fumble at the start.

Stede leaned forward onto the railing, and then back. Then forward, and then back again. Not quite ready to commit to trying to lift himself up onto it yet, a little too afraid of tumbling over the other side. Not that Ed would let that happen. He let out a tiny hmph as he tried to calculate out the best move to make.

Widening his grip on the railing, Stede lifted one leg and rested the ball of his foot on the edge of the railing. He almost pushed himself upward that way, almost had himself on the brink of standing on the ledge. He was about to follow-through on it when he realized what the result of that would be. He shook his head, a quiet, “No, not quite that,” falling from his lips before he brought his foot back down again.

Despite the mood that he was in, the mental arguments he was battling out inside his head prior to Stede coming out onto the deck, Ed found himself smiling. He still didn’t say anything.

Annoyance flashed out of Stede, annoyance at himself, at the ship, at the railing specifically. “Oh, this is just,” he muttered with a shake of his head. Adjusting his grip, he lifted his foot and set it on top of the railing for a moment before pushing it so that it slid right off the other side. He was left with one foot planted firmly on the deck, one dangling loosely over the water. With one leg on each side of the railing, Stede frowned pensively as he sat bat for a moment, realizing that he was at least sitting on the thing now. A few more small maneuvers and he would be replicating Ed’s pose.

A lot of careful leaning and tiny scoots later, and Stede managed to get his other leg over so that they were both dangling off the edge of the railing, a short distance above the sea. Too far for the waves to reach, but just close enough for the mist of it all to spray the backs of his and Ed’s legs.

Planting one hand firmly on either side of him, Stede finally turned and looked at Ed. “Right. Here we are.”

He studied Ed’s face for a moment, waiting for him to come back with some sort of rebuttal. Something quick and witty as usual. Honestly at this point, Stede would settle for something sharp and cutting. As it were, Ed just sat there staring at him, expression impassive except for his eyes. Stede could see all of the emotions there, the sadness, the anger, the hurt.

Ed broke their eye contact first, looking down as he moved one hand into his pocket. Mere moments later he had his red slip of silk in his hand, weaving the fabric through his fingers without having to think twice about it.

Stede lifted one hand and was about to rest it on Ed’s shoulder when he stopped himself. The hesitation caused his movements to stutter for a moment before he placed his hand back on the railing. He could almost disguise it as an attempt to restore his balance, but he and Ed both knew better. Not that either of them said anything about it.

“Not that I’m an expert on it or anything,” Stede spoke up again, gaze still fixed on the man sitting beside him, “but I do think that it is much easier to talk through things when you actually…talk.”

Ed shook his head as he toyed with the silk in his hand. “I didn’t say anythin’ about talking things through. I came out here to sit and stare at the water.” He gave Stede a short, but pointed moment of eye contact. “In silence.”

“Yes, I see that. But, if you don’t mind my saying so, I don’t think that that’s really…” he trailed off for a moment, knowing that his next few words were crucial, “what you need.”

“And you know what I need, yeah?” he scoffed.

“Maybe not, you know, everything. But in this moment?” He nodded and shrugged. “I’d like to think that I have a pretty good idea.”

Ed sighed and shook his head again. “No point.”

“Sorry?”

“I said there’s no fuckin’ point in me talking about it.” He sighed, clenching his fist tightly, most of the red silk disappearing for a moment before his grip loosened again. “All happened so long ago now anyway. What good would it do?”

“Just because it happened a long time ago,” this time Stede allowed himself to place his hand on Ed’s shoulder for a moment, “doesn’t mean that it won’t feel good to talk about it now.”

Ed sniffled, unable to pry his eyes off the slip of cloth in his hand. “Maybe.”

Stede could feel the impulse to say something else, the urge to fill the silence. That was something that he was working on, especially with Ed. Silence wasn’t always the enemy. He fought against the words that wanted to tumble past his lips. He forced his hands to still, not wanting to fidget and seem impatient or serve as a distraction. There was no point in trying to repeat or rephrase the question—Ed knew what Stede had asked. He just had to get to the point where he could actually say the answer.

“What you said to me before,” Ed finally spoke up again, words coming out carefully, more pauses than usual as he chose each one, “about fine things…” he trailed off.

A tiny smile lifted Stede’s lips. “That you wear them well?”

Ed nodded, gaze flickering back and forth between his slip of silk and the ocean water below them. “You meant that?”

The smile instantly dropped from Stede’s face. “Why on earth would I say that to you if I didn’t mean it?”

The sound that Ed made next was something between a scoff and a laugh. It was a sad sound, a hollow one. “Pirate’s life isn’t always an honest one.”

“Not always,” Stede conceded with a nod. “But sometimes it is.” He waited for Ed to spare him another glance. “With me it is.” He let another pause linger before asking, “Why do you think that I was lying to you about that?”

Ed shook his head. “Not just about you lying.”

“What’s it about then?” Stede asked gently.

“You’ve always had fine things, haven’t you? Your old life, the one that you hated so much, you still had them?”

He nodded. “I did.”

“Ever think you didn’t deserve them?”

He paused, really thinking about his answer. “The things I was told I didn’t deserve weren’t ever really things, I suppose.”

Ed gave a slow nod as he processed his way through Stede’s answer. He held out the piece of silk, putting it between the two of them. “My mum had this. It was…it belonged to the people she worked for. I remember the first day I saw it—first day she showed it to me.”

He looked over at Stede. His eyes were sad but there was something expectant in his gaze as well. He was waiting for Stede to have something to say, but for once he found himself coming up with nothing. All of the words that had been on the tip of his tongue just minutes before had disappeared. Instead, Stede just nodded for him to continue.

“She told me…she told me that people like us, people like me, don’t get to have things like this.” He let out a long, shuddering sigh, like those words had been trapped in his chest for far too long. “She said that was just the way…the way it was.”

Stede’s voice was soft, sympathetic as he said, “Ed—”

He sniffled, cutting the other man off. “Joke’s on her though, yeah?” He forced a small laugh that had no chance at being passed off as convincing. “I still have it.”

Stede could see the way that he was starting to fight so hard to bury all of that real, genuine hurt that he’d been carrying around for so long. He was trying to stuff it right back underneath all of the jokes, the sarcasm, the denial he’d been contending with for so many years. Ed wanted it so badly to go away again but Stede couldn’t let that happen now.

Reaching over, Stede rested his hand on Ed’s leg, palm warming him through the fabric almost instantly. He kept his voice soft but genuine. “And you still deserve it just as much now as you did then.”

Ed shook his head, his body tensing up just slightly. Stede was almost certain that he was going to push his hand away, or even just swing himself back over the railing onto the deck and walk away from the conversation completely.

“I don’t,” Ed muttered with a shake of his head, not really sure where he wanted the sentence to go, “I don’t…”

Stede tried to fill in the gaps that he was leaving. “You do. You say…you say that you remember the first day she showed you. But it has very little to do with your fine silk there,” he nodded towards the red cloth. “I think it has less to do with your silk than it does to do with what your mother said you can have.” He paused and when Ed looked him in the eyes he said, “You deserve it, Ed. You deserve fine things and you can have them, too.”

It was almost impossible to catch the way that Ed was shaking his head in disagreement. It was a small movement, one that showed he didn’t really want to be disagreeing with the man sitting beside him, the man that was looking at him with all that earnestness in his eyes. But he wasn’t quite sure how else to respond.

“I don’t know about that, mate,” Ed finally said, his voice just barely above a whisper.

“Do you trust me?”

His expression shifted, eyes widening just a touch. “What?”

Stede’s smile was warm, disarming. “Do you trust me?” he repeated, words said with poignant pauses in between.

The frown that pulling on Ed’s lips in that moment wasn’t a sad one, but rather a serious, pensive one. He carefully constructed his answer. “More than I’ve trusted anyone in a long time.”

He nodded approvingly, giving a nearly imperceptible comforting squeeze to Ed’s leg. “Then believe me when I tell you that you’re more than deserving of nice things.” His smile cracked a little wider. “You wouldn’t be able to wear them so well if you didn’t.”

Something about Stede’s words, about the smile on his face and the glint in his eyes, had Ed finally allowing himself a real smile as well. His eyes were still misty but his body started to relax despite that. His nose twitch as he fought off the urge to sniffle. He finally gave in with a nod before looking back out at the water again.

“Thank you.”

Stede shook his head. “No thanks necessary.” He looked around, took in the state of himself still somehow managing to balance on the rail. “Do you think that possibly, we could reposition for the remainder of this conversation?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m not sure how much longer my good luck and balance will hold.”

Ed chuckled and nodded. Without a word he was easily able to lift and maneuver himself so that he had both feet flat on the deck again. He was standing there with a hand held out to help Stede get to safety before the man had even managed to try and start turning himself around.

Stede placed his hand in Ed’s glad for the assist. He managed to get safely back onto the deck of the boat without nearly toppling in the other direction and into the sea. He didn’t quite stick the landing, stumbling a step so that he was nearly falling right into Ed. He caught himself at the last minute, but it didn’t stop Ed from tightening his grip on his hand.

Ed cracked a small smile. “Careful.”

Stede laughed, a twinge of nerves to the sound. “Trying to get better at that.”

They no longer needed to keep their hands clasped, but neither of them pulled away. Ed gave a tiny nod, the squeeze he gave to Stede’s hand one that he didn’t even realize he was giving. “Easier getting better at things when someone’s there to help.”

[canonically47]

The funeral is short and small and tragic.

Fang quietly sobs in Frenchie’s arms, whose tears have painted his face in sorrow, and Roach stands next to Frenchie with pain in his eyes that were joyful mere hours ago. Jim looks down in respect, their eyes still and dead, unmoving from the grave, and Archie is next to them, trying to stay tough and unbothered but her eyes still water. Lucius and Pete bury each other in one another’s arms, hoping physical warmth will cure their aching hearts. Zheng is awkwardly standing on the side, having not known Izzy for long, but she’s holding Oluwande, who is quiet in mourning. Ed is the one who makes the grave, each move shaky and unsure. And Stede stands by him, his head lowered in respect and love for the man who finally learned to love.

“I guess that’s it, then.”

Ed’s words break the sobbing silence after much uncounted time. Some look up and some don’t. Ed just shoves the shovel away with a sigh and walks away, unable to look at the grave for any other second.

“Ed.”

Ed looks at Stede, who of course has followed him like the puppy he is. Not even his understanding glance can make this better. Not even his soft touch can comfort Ed. Not even his words-

“He didn’t die for nothing. He died for us. He died because he loved us.” There’s that smile. “Don’t you think that’s beautiful?”

Ed smiles back at him, but his eyes don’t crinkle like they should for a true smile.

“I think it’d be more beautiful if he lived for us.”

Not even his unknowledgeable words can make this better.

When they get on the ship again, it’s quiet. They don’t mind their steps and they trip and they break and they cry and they mourn and they don’t know what to do.

Lucius and Pete want to hold the wedding; but they wanted Izzy to be there. The shark Izzy whittled and gave Lucius - which he still doesn’t know if it was for him or just given to him because he had nobody else to give it to - stays in his room, staring at him like a ghost of grief.

Zheng wants to comfort Olu, Olu wants to comfort Jim; but the ultimate comfort was Izzy. Those insults and those shouts and yet that care that he gave had become the ordinary before that no-nosed bastard fired. Before Izzy trembled. Before Izzy met his unfair end.

Frenchie wants to talk to Izzy; but Izzy is dead. There was a lot went unsaid between them. A lot more Frenchie wanted to say and do. A lot of things Lucius and Pete, and Stede and Ed, did that he wanted to do. But Izzy is dead. Izzy has met his unfair end.

Fang and Roach suffer; they suffer because Izzy is dead. Fang misses him because he’s known him for so long, his absence is hard to believe. Roach hears him call Izzy’s name, and hears him sigh and then yell in frustration and anger and grief when he realizes. And Fang sees Roach frantically search for Izzy when he messes something up in the kitchen, then stops dead in his steps when he realizes.

“Izzy, can you-... Fuck.”

Ed suffers too.

“Izzy, would you come here-... Oh, God.”

Stede suffers too.

“Stede-”

“I know.”

“I never- I never got to-”

“I know, Ed.”

“Why the fuck did he apologize? Why the fuck was he such an idiot to- to let himself bleed out, to- to leave me? To-”

Ed breaks down in frantic sobs.

He is surrounded by loving family.

He must be happy and fulfilled.

He must find himself a purpose.

But when was that established?

But how can happiness come to him now?

But what is Ed without Izzy?

There is the crew and there is himself and there is Stede.

But a piece of him is missing. It died at land and not at sea, which is so fucking ironic. Which is so fitting for the broken mess he is.

He will learn how to be happy because “not moving on is worse”.

But today, he is mourning.

Today, he doesn’t know himself.

[theeladyking]

Can I pitch Kraken-era Ed's crew sleeping in shifts while someone keeps watch?

Frenchie sitting up on deck while the others rest, waking up Archie at midnight so he can get some sleep

An official schedule for the helm, an unofficial schedule for minding the sleeping crew at night just in case

Nobody acknowledges when Izzy takes his turn, but they all know he'll stay awake 'til dawn

[charmandabear]

I'm getting into writing fanfiction for the first time in like a decade, so I'm curious to know what the general trends are regarding narration style. Don't forget to reblog for a bigger sample size! I've seen how much reach polls can get from even a few hundred notes.

[amuseoffyre]

The Very Secret Diary of Israel Hands (First Mate) - #4

Prev / Next

[innkeepercore]

a while ago my friend and I wrote a Breaking Bad AU (which you can read on ao3, link under the cut), and this is what Frenchie looked like in my head. long story short, a scam artist turned distributor because Stede asked nicely, the rest was history

details; in my head, Frenchie thrifted the jacket and sewed some cosmic patches, because duh.

Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54557686?show_comments=true&view_full_work=true#main

[cobaltaugustao3]

Two naval officers stand between Stede and Ed - two men who want to kill them and keep Stede from touching Ed again after so many months apart.

They exchange nods before turning away, one heading for Stede and the other for Ed.

Stede pulls his gun from its holster and draws his cutlet. The officer straightens his wig and slides his sword from its sheath. He takes a step towards Stede, weapon pointed at his chest and Stede smiles. A look of confusion darts across the officer's face before it morphs into fear as Stede starts to run. He pelts across the black sand, gun swinging up to point at the officer’s head.

Bang!

The man screams and crumples to the ground. Stede barely spares him a glance as he runs past, boots sinking into blood-soaked sand. He sees Ed up ahead, charging at the other officer who has his sword held high. Stede’s breath stutters as the man slashes downward, aiming for Ed’s shoulder. Ed skids through the sand, bending low and sweeps his sword towards the man, bringing it up in a wicked slash, slicing the man’s thigh. The man howls and Ed drives his shoulder into his stomach, sending him flying into the air before he crashes to the ground. Ed swivels on his heel and brings his sword down fast and hard, cutting off the man’s cries.

He turns to Stede and drops his sword to the ground. Stede stops up, boots digging into the sand. His throat is tight with so much longing he can barely breathe as he takes in Ed’s face. He’s missed him so much. Ed stares at him, seeming unsure whether he should walk towards Stede or turn away. He has every right to hesitate, but it still makes Stede’s heart hammer in his chest. Ed takes a deep breath and starts to move towards Stede, slow at first, but then faster, his strides lengthening, and then he’s running.

Stede drops his weapons and breaks into a run and then suddenly Ed’s there - right in front of him - alive and so beautiful. Stede throws his arms around him, crushing their bodies together. Ed makes a broken sound, face buried in the crook of Stede’s neck. He pulls back just enough to meet Stede’s gaze, and then they're kissing.

It’s a far cry from their first kiss. Ed’s face is rougher, his beard scraping against Stede’s stubble and his lips immediately part, swallowing the noises Stede hadn’t even realised he was making. Ed tastes like tobacco and salt, and Stede needs more of it, needs to taste every word and laugh and shout he’s missed all these months. He presses even closer and deepens the kiss, pouring his love into Ed, giving him everything he’s been carrying so close to his heart for so long.

When they pull apart, Stede sees tears streaming down Ed's cheeks, disappearing into his beard. Stede reaches out and wipes the tears away, fingers lingering on Ed’s cheek.

‘You left,’ Ed finally whispers.

‘I came back,’ Stede replies and kisses him again.

[caitlinsnicket]

izzy hands sfw headcanons part 1

a/n: i was gonna make one post with all the headcanons, then i was gonna split nsfw from sfw, and now i had to split the sfw because it's too big. part 2 here. part 3 here. im losing it

repressed little angry man with his repressed little feelings

his loyalty is yours. privately, yes, but yours. he'd put himself between anything and anyone for you

he carves wooden things for you, sea animals, boats and anything else you mention you like. he might give it to you directly or just leave it in your things

when you thank him, he either calls you twat and tells you to fuck off or just nods his head with a little smile on his face

if you ask him to, he'll sing for you, and blush while doing it

it also becomes a habit between the two of you to sing together in the privacy of his cabin, slowdancing with the melody

he also sings sometimes to wake you up because he knows you like his raspy voice

fuuuuuuck his raspy voice. gets raspier in the mornings, and it never fails to make your knees buckle. because he knows that, it's not unusual for him to sneak behind you to whisper nonsense in your ear

praises you for anything you do, even things unrelated to piracy. you make a good knot? "that's very good". you manage to cook a half decent egg? "it's perfect, love". you style his hair in a different way for fun? "i've never looked so good. that's all you, dear"

he starts wearing fingerless gloves to feel your skin against his at all times

physical touch is mandatory and something he craves constantly, specially when you're in his line of sight

sometimes you think he's purring when you give him any kind of physical affection, but that's only a theory that you keep private

his pda evolves around kissing your hand while being flirty

big attatchment issues. as in he'll freak out a little if he doesn't know where you are

he's always worrying about you, in what he believes is a subtle manner. in front of the crew, he pretends he's going to chastise you in private, when in reality he's just asking you if you need anything or if you're tired

likes to boss you around for funsies, but if you'd rather sit still and look pretty for him, he's happy to ignore the rest of the crew's protests at your special treatment

likes to teach you things around the ship just to be close to you and feel pride at how fast you're learning (praise him for being a good teacher, you might make him blush).

might slap you in the ass if you do a good job and no one is around to tease him

he's always baffled by how much you want him, and not just in the physical sense. when he sees how much you're working for the relationship to function, how much effort you put into making him happy, he's at a loss of words

he's worried that you were going to be put-off by his violence, but when you welcome it as just another lovable part of him, he knows you're the one

if you use violence for him (to protect or defend), he'll have to use every fiber of his being to hold back tears. having people care for him is a new experience, and it becomes overwhelming

he's incredibly funny when he wants to, and not just when he's bitching about the crew. just funny

will do anything to make you smile or laugh at him. it's not uncommon to see him joining in on the crew's shenanigans just to see you happy

when he's sad he'll go quiet, sad puppy eyes looking defeated, and it's very likely he'll lash out on the crew

he cries a lot, violently, his sobs go through his whole body and he shakes so much you thought he had a cold the first time it happened

when you wipe away his tears and just hold him close, he almost believes he deserves to be loved

he fusses a lot when you try to comfort him, wiggling away from your grasp and telling you to fuck off, before melting into you and breaking down in your arms

it's very difficult for him to accept these kinds of things, so praise him while you're at it, give him positive reinforcement and he'll get used to the comfort you provide him

his smiles light up the world, but you can't tell him that otherwise he'll hold himself back. unless you're both alone, in his cabin, huddled together and he smiles at you, you trace the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth and just whisper "you're fucking beautiful", he'll blush and bury his face on your hands, a low rumble on his chest

[alexisnoir]

I'm having the biggest deja vu in my life!

So I'm reading this fanfiction titled

Ed, Actually by BonnetPetit.

I'm at chapter 15 right now and guess how many things in this fanfiction I have seen similar in season 2 of OFMD?

Quite a few. For instance:

Anne Bonny is medical in this fic.

Stede jokingly tells Buttons when Anne is sitting in his lap after the kiss his back is hurting and she's medical.

Stede wears a red shirt, a deep red one in the show. And what does Ed wear? A red shirt, deep red, plummy red but you get my drift.

A kiss between Stede and Ed is almost the same as the one we have seen in episode 5 by the moonlight, where Stede has his hand in Ed's hair. Ed of course tells him to slow down in the episode. In the fic it goes a bit longer but the moment I read the sentence in that fic, I was like 'no way!'

There's also a sentence where Ed thinks to himself:

Fuck, Stede would even look good in a potato sack

And what does Ed wear in episode 5?

Another sentence:

It was like Ed was a prize fish that Stede wanted to catch...

🙄

Too similar and I don't believe in coincidences. This fanfiction is long, explicit and let me tell you, I'm loving it!

I wonder how many things are going to be similar to what we see in the show?

The first chapter was posted on 2022-09-30

Completed: 2023-08-11

43 chapters

Status: Finished

The link to the fanfiction on AO3 Ed, Actually by BonnetPetit

Summary: When newly divorced and newly out Stede Bonnet is dragged to a rock concert by his assistant, he thinks it will be a fun night out and a chance to be more social after isolating himself. Little does he know, he is about to attract the attention of the legendary Blackbeard, frontman of Queen Anne's Revenge.

Their meet-cute hits a bit of a snag when an incident at the concert threatens the nationwide tour Blackbeard and his band are about to go on, putting Stede under a spotlight he never wanted or asked for.

It's a modern-au and absolute masterpiece! Go read it, you won't be disappointed. I'm not! I laugh, I cry and I feel like I'm reading a modernized version of OFMD. If they ever would create a modern-AU version of OFMD and they should IMHO, I'd hope it would as good as this fanfiction.

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Hi y'all! I forgot to post about Chapter 8 (it was a heck of a morning, someone almost broke into my apartment lol) so here is chapter 8 and chapter 9 is up too!!

These chapters are awesome! Things happen!! 👀 I'm nervous but proud!

Chapter 9 starts a little dark but comfort is coming, promise! ❤️🥰

Enjoy!!!