Iâm laughing my ass off thinking about the guy Ed mugged for a dinghy in 1x09.
Like imagine being mugged by a guy that is absolutely GLOWING with happiness and pure love.
Or better yet Ed canât keep his excitement in and tells the guy the whole story âyeah iâve had feelings for him for a while and we did have this moment in the moonlight but i still wasnât sure if he felt the same way but then i kissed him and he kissed me back and now weâre going to run away together!! so it would be a huge favor if you gave me that dinghyâ
The guy just gives the dinghy to Ed so this weird-ass interaction can be over.
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"I had chosen our names, by the way," Stede says.
Ed, who has been rather enjoying floating on the edge of wakefulness in the glow of the early Caribbean sun, burrows a little deeper into the crook under Stede's chin.
"You what?"
"I'd chosen our names," Stede repeats. "For our new life. Like you asked."
There's enough distance now between this moment right here and that night on the beach that it doesn't feel like pressing on an open wound anymore. It's been healing, though there are a few bits of shrapnel still left underneath. Stede's soft lavender-scented skin against his helps with that, though.
"Oh yeah? And who would we have been in our alternate lives in China then?"
There's a beat of silence, and then: "John and William."
Ed snorts. "John and William? Pretty sure I told you to pick something cool. Those are not cool names, Mr Bonnet."
"Well, I was going for elusiveness," Stede says, affronted. "Would you have rather been⊠I don't know, Robert Incognito?"
Ed's propped up on his elbow now, smiling down at the slight pout on Stede's face, the sunrise-gold of his hair, and fuck he never tires of waking up to this.
"Better," he says. "Come on, something big!"
Stede purses his lips. "Mmm⊠Sir George Monatgue-FitzGerald."
Ed laughs. "God that's terrible, I love it."
"Fifth Duke of Berkshire," Stede continues, smiling.
"Jesus, it got worse."
"Second Earl of Granville."
"Just awful."
"Of His Majesty's Most Honourable Privy Council."
"The fuck does that even mean?"
"...the third."
Ed buries his face into Stede's shoulder. "There's three of us? Fucking hell."
Stede plants a kiss into the crown of Ed's head. "That more along the lines of what you wanted?"
Ed lifts his head to kiss Stede on the lips, all soft and fuzzy round the edges from sleep. "Something like that," he says against Stede's mouth.
They spend the next short while like that, sleep-warm kisses in a tangle of legs and silk sheets, until Ed pulls back to look at Stede properly.
"So. What were you really thinking?"
Stede gives that stupid little half smirk he does when he thinks he's being coy.
"Ah, it's stupid."
Ed smiles and tenderly clasps one of Stede's hands between his own.
"I'm sure it is," he says. "Which is why I'm gonna need to hear it."
After a second or two of perfunctory resistance, Stede sighs.
"Edward and Gaveston."
"Edward?! Fuck, Stede, I think we were better off with John and William."
"No, not you Edward," Stede says, rolling his eyes. "King Edward. The second. It's⊠it's a play."
Stede is looking away now, and Ed suddenly feels like he's holding a wisp of smoke.
"Gaveston is not of noble birth, but wins the King's heart and is given titles and land and all sorts. The King's advisors aren't too happy about it and urge him to exile Gaveston. One nobleman asks him, 'why should you love him, whom the world hates so?' And Edward simply replies, 'because he loves me more than all the world.'"
The words settle achingly in Ed's chest, like a stone, and god Stede is always doing this, just saying things that flay him open and leave him for dead.
"I guess I had hoped to be that brave," Stede says, eyes shining, "to stand by the man I love."
Ed gathers him in close, breathes into the tangled mess of his hair.
"Hey it's alright," he says, and he means it, really means it. "You made it."
There's a sniffle in reply. "I suppose so."
"It's for the best really. There is no fucking way I would have called you Edward."
Stede laughs, a somewhat watery sound, and they're kissing again, bright and sweet and joyful. Soon they'll be called up on deck to give orders and make decisions - to be captains - but for now, Ed is happy to lie here in the sun, next to the man he loves more than all the world.
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this gave me the hehehes
izzy backtalking to stede, and stede glancing at ed, who's silently nodding like, "go on" so stede grabs him by the throat or the hair and growls at him to behave, and izzy snaps, "fine. yes,"
and stede grips him harder and goes, "yes, WHAT?"
and izzy whimpers, "yes, Daddy."
and stede was. very much angling for "Yes, sir" or even "Yes, Captain," NOT "Yes, Daddy," and so he's looking at Ed for help like ????
and Ed. being Ed, waggles his eyebrows and kind of grins
and Izzy and Stede are BOTH staring at each other like đłđł
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Been hearing a lot of âStedeâs gonna come back with a tan and a beardâÂ
Steard this, Steard that
and also
âStede shouldnât have to change for EdâÂ
âEd fell in love with the Stede the clothes horseâÂ
..
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well where is this Stede?
where is this nightcap-wearing, slightly rugged, âunhand me or bleedâ, flower-loving Stede??Â
where is my silly little man that says fab and doesnât bat an eye when it comes to scurvy and dactylitis?
Well i am desperate for it so here i am.
Here he is - Captain Edwards, aka Stede Bonnet, skilled in accidental manslaughter, teller of whimsical tales, fiancĂ© to the feared pirate Captain Blackbeard, owner of the most extensive autumn collection of the seven seas, and he doesnât give a fuck what people think!
Itâs unlikely that weâll have the exact same Stede in S2, but it seems it bit far-fetched to have him wear plain cotton all the time (fellas he probably has a hat closet that we donât know about!!). Get creative people!!
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