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brwnicons · 2 years

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Some fluff scenarios/blurbs about the little angry man who owns my heart

Izzy Hands x Reader

☆ I'm sorry this is so messy -I couldn't order my thoughts about him so blurbs it is ☆

▪︎ Hugging Izzy is one of the best feelings to ever exist. He is uncomfortable with this kind of intimacy when in front of the crew, but as soon as you two are left alone it's him who will throw himself at your arms as he buries his head on the crook of your neck. When he is so close you can smell better his scent of rum and sea breeze, he loves being squeezed when hugged even he prefers not doing it to you because he is afraid he may hurt you. Bonus points if you pet his soft hair as you whisper him gentle words of affection. He will probably end up sobbing on your shoulder so, handle with care.

▪︎You know that scene where Ed and Stede are eating a snake? One of my favs btw

Well, imagine eating with Izzy one night, outside, by a campfire. Just the two of you. He loves to stargaze with you, helping you remember some constellations he knows by heart.

You could ramble about whatever thing that comes to your mind and he will listen with a dumb enamored grin on his face. He won't talk as much as you, but he will tell you anecdotes no one else in the crew knows. He also makes jokes and funny remarks if you're the one that tells the anecdote so he can listen to your laugh, the sound he could listen for hours and for which he has completly fallen.

▪︎It won't take you too much effort to convince him to teach you swordfighting. Even if you already manage yourself he is willing to teach you a few more techniques and tricks so you handle it better.

He just wants you to be safe. He normally accompanies you when approaching dangerous places so he can keep an eye on you and protect you if needed, but what if somehow you end up alone and hurt because you couldn't defend yourself? It's a thought he just can't digest.

But, be careful, this man has no mercy when it comes to teach you. He knows that the price of his bad lessons is your future harm, so he won't be easy on you.

Therefore, expect bruises and little cuts from his lessons, nothing too serious but just as painful as to encourage you to either dodge or block his sword thrusts.

▪︎ He has trouble sleeping but when he does he's the most adorable man. When he is deep asleep he leaves soft snores and loves to be held! He loves being little spoon and having you hug him, your warm body comforts him if he wakes up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares.

Speaking of, he does not have them everyday, he usually doesn't even dream, but when he does have them they're terrifying. He suddenly wakes up covered in a cold sweat, gasping for air as he touches the bed frenetically in an attempt to find you.

As soon as he glimpses your worried face he is mumbling every kind of apology as he throws himself in your arms to hug you tightly. When you soothe him with soft, reassuring words in an attempt to erase the memories of his previous nightmares he starts sobbing, begging you not to leave him.

Don't waste your time trying to wipe off his tears, kissing them away will only make him cry even more. He truly adores you.

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gntlbrd · 2 months

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i know it’s a day late but i did end up writing that valentine’s day fic if anyone is interested! it’s been a looooooong time since i wrote gay smut so i tried my best <3 but there’s lots of fluff in it too! pls let me know what you think!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ed teach #edward teach #blackbonnet #ed babygirl teach #blackbeard ofmd #gentlebeard #blackbeard #stede bonnet #fanfiction #wattpad #ofmd fanfiction #ofmd fanfic #ofmd smut #ofmd fluff

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helloimjennsco · 9 months

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Change of Pace

Chapter 1: A savior comes from out the skies in answer to their pleas

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Queen Anne’s Revenge needed a new drummer.

Jack had stormed out in a huff three months ago after another in a long line of screaming matches with Izzy over not overpowering the guitars and hadn’t returned. Izzy insisted he’d come crawling back eventually, but Ed had his doubts. Fang was doing a bang up job as a temporary stand in at their latest gigs, but Ed could tell from the way he looked over at his guitar case at practice with a longing sigh that they couldn’t go on like this for much longer.

After exhausting their network and coming up empty, even Izzy agreed that it was time to do what they never expected a band of their stature to ever have to do again—they booked a local venue for the day and held open tryouts.

It went about as well as they expected, which was badly. The usual suspects turned out in droves—teenage metalheads with passion and the beginnings of skill who weren’t quite there yet; aging rockers aiming to recapture their glory days by dusting off their rusty rhythm skills. There’d been a few promising options: a tattooed 25-year old with blue hair and solid skills, but a pop-punk background. A solemn, middle-aged Latina woman who kept incredible time but played too softly. But with only an hour left, Ed was about ready to call it. They’d tried.

He’d stepped back in from a smoke break and heard Izzy’s voice, sharp with irritation, punctuated by a softer, higher pitched voice that sounded confused at first before shifting to match Izzy’s tone. He rounded the corner for a closer look.

Izzy stood with his back to him, hands on his hips before the last man Ed would have ever expected to turn up at an open audition for a metal band. The man was tall, blond, and good-looking, dressed in the slim cut jeans and and polo shirt of an off-duty dad. His immaculate Vans high tops and the well-worn drumsticks clutched in his fist, however, suggested he knew exactly what he was here for. Ed stepped forward, clearing his throat, and both men’s eyes snapped over to him.

“What’s going on, Iz?” Ed asked.

Fang & Ivan had left around 15 minutes ago when it didn’t look like anyone else was coming, but he regretted sending them home now—would have been nice to have some backup, judging from the ‘get a load of this fucking guy’ look Izzy just shot him.

“THIS guy says he’s here to tryout for drums. And as I already explained to him,” Izzy said, glaring back at the now affronted-looking blond man, “tryouts are now closed. So piss off, you’re too late.”

“The flyers said tryouts ended at six,” the man pouted. Adorable, Ed thought.

“Izzy, c’mon,” Ed sighed. “The flyers did say six, and he’s already here. Don’t be a dick.”

Ed turned to look back at the blond man, whose eyes now glowed with the hope of a golden retriever staring down a snack. “I’m Ed,” he said, extending a hand. “What’s your name?”

The man smiled at him, wide and dazzling, and took Ed’s hand in his impossibly soft one for a solid handshake. “Hi, I’m Stede.”

“Steve?”

“Er, no, STEDE, actually. With a D.” The apologetic set to his mouth now suggested that this was something he had to say a lot.

“My bad, man,” said Ed with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Stede. You been drumming long?”

Stede’s eyes lit up in excitement. “Only a few years, but I’ve had a lot of time on my hands since the divorce. Plenty of time to practice when the kids are at their mother’s.”

Ed ignored the swoop of disappointment in his gut that attended Stede’s words and hitched his smile up higher in response. “Well, I’m excited to see what you have to show us today. You like metal, then?”

Stede looked thoughtful. “Not at first, admittedly. But I found out fairly quickly that it’s the most fun to play, so I’ve been broadening my horizons a bit more lately.” Izzy scoffed from behind him—Ed ignored him.

“That’s fine,” said Ed pointedly. “S’not a requirement.”

Stede looked a little embarrassed nevertheless, twisting his drumsticks nervously in his hands. “I know I don’t exactly look the part,” he said softly, “but I really do love playing. I’d like to play with you and your band, if you’ll have me. It’s…always been a dream of mine.”

“You and every other boring middle-aged fuck we’ve seen today,” Izzy grumbled, not quite low enough for it to count as ‘under his breath.’ Ed shot him a glare and he held up his hands in mocking surrender before crossing them in a huff. Ed turned back to Stede.

“I’d love to see you play,” said Ed, clapping him warmly on the shoulder. He was surprisingly solid under that dorky, but expensive-feeling polo shirt. Ed settled into the chair by the sound booth and gestures for Stede to climb the stairs to the stage and sit behind the drum kit.

“What song are you playing?” Ed asked. “I’ll queue it up.” Izzy sidled up next to him, opening his mouth to speak before—

“Painkiller by Judas Priest, please.”

The words died on Izzy’s lips, his sneer dropping into a look of pure shock before shifting into indignation. “There’s no fucking way you can play that fucking song,” Izzy snarled.

“I assure you I can,” Stede sniffed primly.

“Bold choice there, mate,” Ed said, hiding his surprise only a little better than Izzy had. “Excited to hear what you do with it.” Ed found the track and hit play. And then Stede…well, there was no other word for it.

He transformed.

His charming, affable face went steely with focused resolve and, for the first time since his arrival, he went completely still. He launched into the famously difficult drum intro with furious precision—

—and absolutely fucking nailed it.

Ed’s jaw dropped. Out of the corner of his eye, he was dimly aware of Izzy doing the same. But he wasn’t watching Izzy. He was watching a hot, blond, rich suburbanite-looking dad named Stede play the absolute shit out of the drums.

Stede didn’t miss a single beat for the entire six minutes. His brow furrowed with concentration, swaying his entire body with feeling, making it all look effortless. He even scaled back the volume during the guitar solos—it was exactly what they needed from Jack and never got. When he finished the blistering closing drum solo, he exhaled, long and low, and flashed Ed his charmingly lopsided grin once more.

“So?” He asked, pleased but anxious. “What did you think?”

Ed didn’t even look at Izzy before replying—“You’re in.”

“But—“ Izzy started.

“I’ll text you the rehearsal schedule.”

Stede’s smiled, another wide, sunny number that made Ed’s mouth go dry. “I suppose you’ll need my number for that, hey?”

Oh, now that was a look, wasn’t it? Ed felt a glimmer of hope return to him.

Ed met Stede’s glittering hazel eyes with a knowing smirk. “Suppose I will.”

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This was originally a twitfic that I then posted to AO3 because Twitter is sinking into the sea. Now I’m posting it here as well! Come say hi, I’m metavenhorst on AO3 and Twitter.

P.S. there’s also an excellent podfic of the first two chapters by @lindie-kninjaknitter !!

#gentlebeard fic #twitfic #rock star blackbeard #drummer stede bonnet #blackbeard x stede #ed and stede #fluff #ofmd fluff #gentlebeard #modern au #stede bonnet is a dork who can melt faces #and ed is INTO it #ofmd fanfic

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moadlc · 2 years

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BRB gonna send these to all my friends instead of texting back😏✌🏽

Feel free to use the blank one for your own memes!

#moadlc art #commissions open #art commissions #art4alt #kofi #jim jimenez #jim ofmd #ofmd #ofmd meme #our flag means death #gay pirates #ofmd fluff #ofmd jim #creativecaviar

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oldmanffucker · 4 months

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Hot off the presses!

‘Don’t Call Me Daughter’

Ed comes out to Izzy then Izzy comes out to Ed. With the help of Pearl Jam obviously. And weed.

In this fic, I use their birth names and pronouns until they come out to each other.

Izzy is Ren/Temperance and Ed is Phe/Ophelia.

1.6k words, rated T

#ofmd #text post #izzy hands #edward teach #trans izzy hands #trans edward teach #college au #coming out #ofmd fluff #fic #link #edizzy

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cora-trash-art · 2 years

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#my art #my drawing #ofmd fanart #ofmd fluff #cute #blackbonnet #blackbonnet fanart

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brigdh · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Trick or Treat: Treat, Halloween, Haunted Houses, First Kiss, Fluff, Meet-Cute

Summary: Ed owns a haunted house attraction. Stede is not the average guest.

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He and Stede act out variations on the same scenario a dozen times, each instance somehow crazier and more extreme than the last. Stede keeps finding new ways to be surprised when Ed chooses him, pleading for his life and dying with shrieks and moans and desperate sobs. He flings himself around the room so violently that Ed worries he really will hurt himself, but after each group flees Stede springs back to his feet as cheerful as ever. Ed matches his energy, growling and spitting threats that keep getting more gruesome and macabre, sacrificing Stede in ways that use up more and more fake blood each time around. It feels like there's electricity sparking between them, both of them urging the other on to greater heights, their connection making daring leaps not just possible but impossibly easy. If there's any drawback, it’s that Ed has to work hard to not break; every time he meets Stede's eyes he wants to laugh or cheer or – or pull him in, kiss him on his utterly screwball face.

#our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #ofmd fic #ofmd fluff #ed x stede #edward teach #stede bonnet #our flag means gay #I made this!

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high-sea-husbands · 2 years

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Drunk Izzy x gentle Lucius

warmings: none

hurt/ comfort fluff

wrote it while in the hospital , so hope you enjoy:) this boredom is killing so ill post it. english is not my first language so pardon the grammar mistakes. its also the very first fic of mine.

In this not-so-quiet evening , the sun slowly disappeared behind the huge, dark blue horizon, painting it to pink and purple.

Usually the time flew calmly on the Revenge, letting everyone to enjoy the warmth of the sunshine and breath in the strong smell of the sea.

This day was no different at the beginning. It started at an easy pace, letting Lucius pretend to work, making an excuse for Steve to massage Ed with his fancy oils, smelling delicious dishes from the kitchen, Carl and Button exchanging top secrets with each other and so on. The only person, who wasn’t in peace with everyone was Izzy. He was grumpier and more moody then usual, drinking non stop. He aggressively stared at the happy pair of Stede and Ed. Every time he looked at them he both grew pale and shook with a shaking of a furious man.

He was drinking and sitting in one corner of the deck for hours, until the evening, when the sun started to fade away in the distance. Suddenly he stand up, and with the uncertain steps of a heavily drunk person, he tottered into the captains quarters. Everyone was surprised, they knew that Izzy don’t like entering there, mainly because of Stede. He didn’t like him at all, in his eyes Stede was the incarnation of a siren trapping and transforming Blackbeard into something soft,.. a different person. He didn’t want to admit it to himself but he was scared of losing him.

There was no sound the crew could hear from outside for a while, but then abruptly Izzy’s shaking and angry voice broke the silence. He was shouting, swearing to both Ed and Stede but he mainly targeted Ed.

There wasn’t much the outsiders could make out of Izzy’s voice, but there was a few they understood. They went like this:

“I was your companion for years! I trusted you, I let you see me when I’m vulnerable. You— you were my friend, you left me! Left me all alone! “

The end of his last sentence became a heartacheing cry, then he stormed out of the door, froze for a second when he saw the crew, then shakily and fuzzily went towards his room.

The crew tried to make a sense of it for a while, making up new and new ideas and conspiracies. However the shining of the moon, which took her place on the sky during this whole discussion, make them sleepy and lazy. The sounds and murmurings stopped, everyone went to sleep.

Well, almost everyone. Lucius cloudn’t help, but started worrying about this tiny angry man. Today he was in a state, no one saw him like before. His pale, tear wetted face, shaking body and scared eyes didn’t let Lucius to rest. With a determination, he got up from besides Pete and silently went to Izzy’s room.

He knocked. No answer.

Knocked again. No answer again.

At last he opened the door and stepped in. He wasn’t prepared for the sight he saw. Izzy was lied on his bed curled up, quiet sobs escaping from his mouth, tears falling onto his chin and his pillows.

“Fuck off Springs. “

It wasn’t his usual fuck offs, it was weak not louder then a whisper. Lucius took pity of him and before Izzy could react he was sitting right next to him on a little chair.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong” Lucius started gently, while stroking Izzy’s hair.

A light flashed in Izzy’s big grey eyes, that Lucius never seen before. Those eyes were full of tears, hope and adoration towards the silly man on the chair. He started talking hastily, occasional sobs breaking his speech. First he mainly talked about Ed and how he feels that he left him, that he doesn’t care about him anymore. He couldn’t miss his usual “Stede fucking Bonett” , not even when he was so drunk he couldn’t stand straight.

“ I’m sure he didn’t mean to neglect you Izzy. He just so giddy with love towards Stede. You can’t deny that they adore each other. Let him be happy Izzy. There is no way that he can forget you” - said Lucius calmly, still stroking the other man’s greyish hair.

Izzy don’t say anything for a while just stared at Lucius with big and sleepy eyes.

“Thank you that you are here with me Springs. It means a lot to me” - whispered all of a sudden Izzy almost inaudible, taking Lucius off guard. He wasn’t used to this different gentle Izzy, but he started to love it.

“ Of course Izzy, anytime “

“ Springs I really like you. …please stay for a little longer “ - it was the last thing he could say , then fell into a deep happy sleep.

“I’ll stay here with you”

Izzy didn’t hear that anymore just sank deeper into his pillows letting out a calm sigh. Lucius stayed besides him until the sun reappeared from the blue ocean, took one last glance at the little curled up figure, then silently creeped back to the others.

#izzy x lucius #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #ofmd #ofmd fic #our flag means death #izzy hands fanfic #my fanfic #fluff #ofmd fluff #hurt/comfort #ofmd fanfiction #my fic

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cityelf · 2 years

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(mild) peril on the sea || ofmd, fluff, ~7000 words.

Mistakes are not to be shamed in this crew, only learned from. Stede's worked very hard to make that the case. Maybe he has achieved this by making so many mistakes that everyone apparently stopped caring, but that’s besides the point.

I wrote a silly Our Flag Means Death fic!! Weird, largely inconvenient stuff is happening on board the Revenge. There's probably a reason for that.

#ofmd #ofmd fic #ofmd fluff #our flag means death #writing tag

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phantom-ellie · 2 years

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To Wit: Macarena!

“How do you feel about the French?”

“Fuck the French. Good loot, squeal when they die. Stores smell like shit, all that cheese-”

“I meant culture, Edward.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so? I try to think about it as little as possible while I’m stealing all that cheese.”

There’s laughter as Ed buries his face in Stede’s neck, arms around each others’ waists, swaying back and forth to silence.

“I could teach you to minuet.”

“Sounds like a dance for assholes.”

“Maybe it’s the dance for you, then. What about the courante?”

“We could cour-not.”

“And the gigue?”

“Makes me wanna gag.”

Ed knows Stede wants to scold him but he’s giggling and beaming instead, cheeks pink from brandy. They’ll both regret it in the morning. But now? Dance lessons.

Of course, Ed doesn’t really care to learn these fancy dances, not anymore. Who’s he going to impress? The only one whose opinion he cares about is already in his arms, eyes closed and humming along to an imaginary orchestra. But a little romance, a little foreplay, they never hurt, do they?

“Stede, let me spin you, I’m gonna…” Ed raises Stede’s left hand with his right and spins him around, like they’ve practiced maybe forty times tonight. Stede sways off balance and Ed has to catch him.

Stede pants a bit. “There’s the Allemande. It’s German.”

“I thought you were teaching me fancy French dances.”

“It is French, ‘Allemande’ means ‘German’ in French. So it’s both. I think?”

“I’m not learning a dance that doesn’t even know what it is.”

Stede giggles again. “You’re a terrible student, Ed.”

Ed kisses him on the nose. “Maybe you should be teaching me how to learn.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Stede kisses him back.

They both stop simultaneously and hold each other for a few seconds, feeling the buzz of alcohol rush through their heads.

“What about you, Ed? Do you know any special dances?” Stede asks with a whisper, playing with the top of Ed’s shirt.

“Oh yeah, loads of dances. Secret pirate dances, you wouldn’t believe how good I am at dancing.” Ed puffs out his chest a bit in the way he knows Stede finds endearing.

Stede smiles fondly. “Well, it’s only fair that you show me some, isn’t it? If I’m going to be a pirate?”

“You’re already a pirate, you don’t need to dance like one.”

Stede leans in and brushes his lips against Ed’s. “Maybe I want to.”

Ed huffs and stands back, shaking off his arms and legs a bit. “Well, maybe I can show you one. Just so you don’t embarrass yourself.”

“You mean during a raid?”

“Yeah, a raid. Wouldn’t want to look like a shitty pirate in front of the French.”

“You mean if, during a raid, I stopped swashbuckling and just… busted a move on the deck?”

Ed nods encouragingly. “Yes, just like that. I’d clear a spot, keep them off you. Maybe a six-foot radius where you could go to town.”

“Get me ten feet and I think I could really groove.” They look at each other for all of three seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Groove!” Ed gasps, holding his stomach with both arms.

Stede is also doubled over, one hand on the wall to hold himself up. “I could hold on to the railing and ghost ride the whip!”

“No!” Ed is gasping, his abdomen really hurts laughing at that image. He tries to calm himself down. “No, you couldn’t, not with… not with the pirate dance I’m gonna teach ya.”

Stede looks up at him, eyes shining. “You’re really going to teach me something?”

“Fuck yeah, come over here. Stand up straight.”

Stede does his best to follow those simple directions, but it’s getting harder the drunker they get.

“Now this dance… it’s an important dance to pirate culture. All pirates know it.”

“Does Izzy know this dance?”

“Fuck yeah, Izzy knows all about it, taught it to him my fuckin’ self.”

“No, I don’t believe you.”

“Ask him to show you later.”

“I think I’ll call him in now.” Stede makes for the door with a menacing laugh, but Ed grabs an arm and pulls him back.

“Don’t bring him into this, Stede! Now, this is very complicated.”

Stede takes a deep breath and stands straight, looking like he’s going to explode into laughter at any second.

“The first thing you do is, you take your left arm, and you hold it straight out front like this.” Ed demonstrates.

Stede’s eyebrows furrow and he plops his left arm out in mid-air, hand drooping lazily at the end of it.

“No Stede, you gotta put it out there like you fuckin’ mean it."

Stede nods and narrows his eyes, and this time thrusts his left arm straight forward and hits it mid-air as if it’s the most serious thing he’s done in his life.

“Fuck yeah, that’s great. Now you leave the arm out, and to the same thing with the other one, like this.”

With all seriousness the situation is due, Ed and Stede are now facing each other, arms straight out at one another. Stede’s face cracks and he smiles, wiggling his fingers.

“Ok, ok, you don’t do that. You flip your hands over one at a time like this, see?”

Stede does so, torso shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Ok that’s the first bit. Now… you put your left hand on your right shoulder… no, leave the other arm up, you keep the arm you aren’t moving still or it doesn’t look right. Then your right hand on your left shoulder. Look serious, mate, this is a serious dance!” Ed is shaking with laughter now, too. “We aren’t even halfway done yet!”

“I’d hope not, or I’d wonder if this was a dance at all! Are you sure you aren’t making this up?”

“No, Stede, I’m not, this is real shit. Take it from the top.”

They do the first three moves over again and finish with their hands on their own shoulders.

“Good job. Ok, so now you put your left hand behind your head, and then your right hand…”

“I like this bit, I can see your tummy.”

“And then you move your left hand and then your right over your stomach, see?”

“Aww, you covered it.” Stede frowns in disappointment. “I miss your belly button already.”

“Focus Stede, this is the dance of my people.”

“I said the same about the Jive but we all know how that little lesson ended!”

“We won’t have to replace the table after this one, I promise, now get your left hand on your hip, or it’s your ass!”

“Is it my hip or my ass?”

“Hip! Left arm to left hip, right arm to right hip!”

“Fine!” Stede indeed has his hands on his hips now, eyes glaring at Ed but mouth still twitching into a smile at the corners.

“Good.” Ed takes a couple of breaths. “Good. That’s mostly it. Once your hands are on your hips you just do a… little jump! To the left.” He demonstrates. Stede copies him, and how they’re facing away from each other.

“Okay, now what? I can’t see you anymore, Ed.”

“Now you do the same moves again, same order. Keep hopping to the left after you get your hands on your hips. See?”

Stede turns around to watch Ed demonstrate the entirety of the dance.

“You look… quite fearsome,” he whispers.

“You think so?”

“Absolutely, I do.”

Ed turns around to look at Stede, who isn’t smiling. He’s staring Ed straight in the eyes.

Ed brushes back his hair with his hand, trying to look smooth. “Think it would look scary during a raid?”

Stede breaks again, entire body shaking as the smile spreads on his face again. Ed knows he should pretend to be upset, but god he loves that smile, he loves it more than he loves breathing, or pooping.

“Maybe we’ll have to try it. Together.” Stede takes a step back, bumping up against the table. He pushes himself up onto the edge, giving Ed a wink. The dance pretense is over.

Ed walks up to where Stede is sitting and pulls him into a greedy kiss, feeling Stede wrap his legs around Ed’s waist. He starts giggling through the kisses as Ed feels Stede’s arms out straight, then crossed against his back, then behind his head, then joining his knees around Ed’s middle.

“You fuckin’ stop it,” Ed gasps between breaths.

“It’s not my… fault I’m… such a good… fucking student…” Stede mumbles between kisses before burying his head in Ed’s neck.

“The best at fucking at least.” Ed grabs Stede’s legs and lifts him off the table, carting him towards the bed, knowing it is another move he’ll regret in the morning.

He lays Stede down on his back and straddles between his legs, hair falling in Stede’s face. Stede draws a line down Ed’s chest with his finger.

“Do you think…?” Ed waits for Stede to tell him what he thinks, about what Stede wants from him, what will get Stede off tonight, how Stede can please him in return.

“Yeah, love?”

“Think we can get Izzy in here to demonstrate the dance?”

“Ugh, Stede!” Ed huffs and gets off of him, standing up.

Stede groans. “Aw, Ed, I was just teasing.”

Ed turns around and gives Stede a menacing smile.

“And just for that, I know what punishment you’re getting.” He makes for the cabin door.

“Ed, what is it?”

Ed throws it open and yells. “Izzy! Israel Hands, you’re needed here right now for a fucking demonstration!”

“Ed, no!” Stede gasps. “Are you serious? Is this real right now?”

Ed leans against the wall with a cocky grin.

“You’re about to find out, my love.”

And they both fall into peals of laughter as they hear the loud, plodding bootsteps of their first mate descending angrily towards them.

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brwnicons · 1 year

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EDWARD TEACH // BLACKBEARD

- Ed x Stede x Pirate!Reader (poly)

- Ed & Stede x Young!Modern!Reader (Platonic)

#ed x stede x reader #ed x reader x stede #ed x reader #ed x stede #ofmd edward teach #edward x stede #edward teach x reader #edward teach #stede x blackbeard #blackbeard x reader #blackbeard #blackbeard x stede #ofmd x male reader #ofmd x reader #ofmd fluff #ofmd #ofmd x gn reader

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mothmans-cumrag · 2 years

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Stargazing At Those Fainting Lights (So We Meet Again)

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Relationship: Edward “Blackbeard” Teach / Stede Bonnet

Characters: Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, Stede Bonnet, Izzy Hands (mentioned), Lucius Spriggs (mentioned)

Tags: Fluff, slight angst, Smut, Fluff and Smut, like honestly this is just super sweet with a hint of past angst, post S1, I wanted them to just stargaze for a bit but it kinda got out of hand, also poor Izzy, he's literally tied up for the entire fic, (not like next to them or anything. he just is), also Lucius is mentioned because he DIDN'T die. he didn't. I won't accept that, no beta we die like the badminton twins, Stargazing, Oral Sex, Body Worship, because I want Ed to feel good for once goddamnit, Talking It Through As a Crew (Our Flag Means Death), i love how that is an official tag, slightly based on something that happened to me this sunday, aka my gf and i were stargazing and i thought about gay pirates, also she did kinda beta but she doesnt read any fanfiction, plus this was the first smut she read in her entire life, so i dont think it counts as she has nothing to compare it to, OH! also Stede is fucking hung in this one

Wordcount: 7294

After running into each other in Martinique, a port near Barbados (it was like Ed hadn't even tried to hide the fact he'd still been holding out hope for him to catch up) Ed and Stede try to escape their reality for a night by keeping a promise made months ago.

(It was supposed to just be the two of them stargazing but I somehow got off track and now they're mostly talking about feelings and exploring each other's bodies, oops)

„I still cannot believe that you actually tried to kill Lucius.“

Ed just shrugged. Stede wasn't sure if it was supposed to be an answer or if he just tried to shelter his neck from the cold breeze coming from the sea in front of them.

After running into each other in Martinique, a port near Barbados (it was like Ed hadn't even tried to hide the fact he'd still been holding out hope for him to catch up) and a heated argument between the new crew of the „Revenge“ and the crew of the „oh I don't really care... just write whatever“ (consisting of the remaining „Revenge“ crew and Olivia, the seagull) featuring two very cute reunions and a shocked Izzy, the two of them had snuck ashore again.

Obviously there was still a lot of things to work through. Lucius seemed to be the most forgiving one of Stede's original crew, but that was probably due to him being able to scare Ed shitless a few times by pretending to be a ghost. The others didn't have that priviledge and were still reluctant to even consider Ed as a crewmember, much less a co-captain.

„Well first off, there was an island like, ten minutes away. If you hadn't told him about your literal dozens of fucking secret rooms and passages he still could've just swam to safety. And also, you're one to talk! Abshir told me about the fight you had with Spanish Jackie's new husband when he wouldn't fucking tell you about me!“

„That is different. I didn't ask him to jot down my poetry before. Plus I barely even stabbed him. More of a light poke.“