oh it's such a perfect day i'm glad i spent it with you

wrote up this whole thing on twitter, may as well post it here too for those interested haha, apologies for how disjointed this will read since it’s all just multiple random posts i made throughout the day

i feel like a lot of fics have stede just not care that ed threw away all of his trinkets and books, which like, yeah, in the grand scheme of things, material things are less important than the people you love, but if said things were your main source of comfort for the majority of your life, especially when you felt unloved, it's definitely gonna hurt to lose them...!!! its okay for things to hold a lot of sentimental value and to mourn them if they're destroyed or lost...!! also like, when they make stede say "it's okay, i can just buy them again" like no!!! you probably can't!! books are one of those things that go out of print, and a lover of books will want to collect rare things!! and they'll be 100000% more rare in the 1700s lmao

i now have a hc where stede has more secret compartments in his room where's he's stored his more valuable books that he didnt want to risk getting damaged from falling off the shelves during turbulent waters.... when he returns to the revenge & sees the state of his room, he's desperate to check the hiding spots for his treasures, but also feels terribly guilty that he's even thinking of them considering the state ed is in... he refrains from checking until he can be alone in his cabin i also fully believe he still has books from his childhood, like the few he managed to keep safe from the destructive hands of his bullies and his own father... THINKING MORE ON THIS and ANGST ANGST ANGST i think stede would be unable to stop himself from restarting old habits where he'd start secreting away his really precious things and NOT sharing them with ed, and he wouldnt rly understand what he was doing but he'd still be plagued with an undercurrent of guilt that he was putting off on sharing these things with ed even though theyre genuinely an important part of his life....

and the moment ed finds out about these hidden compartments and asks stede about them, stede would try to laugh it off and compulsively lie that he'd put them away cuz he ran out of display space and start displaying on his bookshelves... but he'd be plagued with anxiety every time he looked at them @__@ And i think when ed realizes what's ACTUALLY going on, he'd be completely overcome with horror and guilt with the full realization how cruel of a punishment his destruction of stede's belongings actually was... because i also think ed's dad would have destroyed the few good things he and his mother loved as a form of punishment.... ed'd be desperately trying to tell stede that he wont break his things ever again, and stede would be saying he understands and believes him but the fear would still be there even if stede tries to ignore it they'd need a BIIIG talk on all the trauma theyve experienced and what is and isn't acceptable in their relationship if they want any kind of positive future together........ road will be rough u___u

omnia vincit amor

once again i am here with ofmd fic - this time with SEX (i am so sorry ive never written it before so i was very awkward)

its the alternate ending to chapter 2 of my fic festina lente, so you might wanna read that before this to get the context (or just to read it i wouldnt mind 👀)

blackbonnet/gentlebeard, e rating, 5042 words, more biting, hair-pulling, and dry humping (can you TELL its my favorite thing to do 😳) but this time with HAND JOBS WOW

omnia vincit amor : latin. "love conquers all"

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“You weren’t kidding about the no experience thing,” Ed bit his lower lip, failing quite obviously at trying to hold back his smile. “You know you’re supposed to participate, right? Not the time to sit back and think of England ‘nd all that.”

“You,” Stede hissed. He could feel his already red face heating inexplicitly further, his ears burning like candle flame. “Are a terror, a menace to me and the pirate society at large! I would-”

“Y’re an amazing friend, prob’ly the best I ever had.”

No force on Earth or in Heaven could be immune to that smile, so Stede didn’t feel too badly about how easily he folded.

Stede could feel the heat in his ears, his cheeks, his chest as he tightened his arms still wrapped around Ed’s strong shoulders, bringing himself up onto his toes to close the few inches between their eye levels. It gave him the perfect view of the rapid spread of the blush under Ed’s beard, how his mouth dropped open a bit in surprise, how his eyes widened and flickered to Stede’s own mouth, who dampened his lips in anxiety, anticipation.

It seemed like time had slowed to a standstill, leaving them the only two people in the world as Stede drew himself closer and closer.

Their lips met with little fanfare, not that he was expecting any; no, he definitely hadn’t imagined firecrackers going off outside the windows, or a chorus of angels to descend from the heavens to sing their praise. (He really had to stop reading those romance books hidden away in his library.)

What Stede didn’t expect was it to feel so good, though. He could count the number of times he had kissed Mary on one hand in all the years of their marriage. It had never been anything special, just a quick press of lips between two people who couldn’t be less interested in each other. He had been disappointed the first time- not that it was Mary’s fault, no; just that his expectations were developed through fiction and his own fanciful thoughts of love, of sharing a first kiss on his wedding day, bringing him to a harsh reality rather swiftly.

This kiss, though, was everything he had envisioned and more, because it was with Ed. It was gentle, innocent, a barely-there pressure that was undeniably addicting. He felt as if he was made of air, his stomach floating somewhere near his chest as his heart soared above the clouds. Stede knew right then he could never go another day without feeling Ed’s chapped lips sliding along his own, his beard bristling against his cheeks, or his wide, warm palms on his hips.

They separated on a soft sigh, though Stede couldn’t recall who made it, not that it really mattered. His thoughts were scattered and entirely unhelpful as he stared into Ed’s wide eyes. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Ed himself looked a bit dazed, a goofy smile slowly brightening his face. “Well if that’s the thanks I get, I’m going to be so nice to you the crew will think I’m bewitched.”

“I think I’m the one bewitched here,” Stede laughed. “You never seem to stray far from my thoughts. I find myself thinking of you in the oddest moments throughout the day, or finding something you might like while getting dressed, or missing your presence when you’ve just nipped down to the galley.”

“I feel the same,” Ed murmured, his eyes softening with fondness and… some other emotion Stede couldn’t name that sent his heart hammering away in his chest. How did he do that? “You’ve shown me that people can be kind in this world when I had given up all hope. That I could be kind, and soft, and a bit ridiculous sometimes without the Blackbeard name weighing on my shoulders. You make me happy, maybe for the first time in my sorry life.”

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