Ed looks down, ready to get on with things, and he startles. He’s—Stede—this fucking guy has shoved his hand through the hole in the wall, fingers lined up and thumb out like he’s—nah—he wants to—

“Are you trying to shake hands?”

“Yes, I thought—”

Ed blinks. “Through a glory hole?”

“Oh Christ,” the man allegedly named Stede says, “I’ve messed this up already, haven’t I? I’m so sorry, Jeff, just forget I—hang on—damn.”

It's a glory hole meet-cute! Multiple chapters of Ed and Stede falling in love through a hole in a bathroom wall. Sex, feelings, pining, bad decisions -- all contained within. Now COMPLETE.

#fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet

Ed's tattoos have stories to tell. ---- “Now, close your eyes. Try not to think about anything.” Stede wonders what kind of game this is, exactly. Ed’s skin is warm as ever under his hand and it’s silly, but he fancies he can feel the small crosses and pin-prick stars as warmer still, heating up against his palm. The pulse in Ed’s thumb beats in time with the pulse in Stede’s wrist. Ed starts to hum. It’s a low rumble, gently swooping between deep tones; the design under Stede’s hand gets hotter and hotter. It feels red and sharp. Stede feels the vibration of Ed’s humming inside him as though it’s coming from his own chest. Stede’s eyes are closed but he sees—feels—knows the room around him is receding. The walls are rushing away. The gentle rocking isn’t the Revenge riding the ocean swell, but their bed floating amongst waves. He can smell a sharp sting of salt and feel a biting wind on his cheeks. Ed speaks, but the humming doesn’t stop. “Can you see it?” He can. #fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet

Sailors call them watermarks. A gift from the sea, a name or symbol written on your chest, meant to guide you to your own true love. But Stede Bonnet's mark doesn't look like anything at all. Not really. And it certainly doesn't look like 'Edward' or 'Teach' or 'Blackbeard' or a black beard and that's fine. Completely fine. Ed's absolutely fine with it. #fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet

Stede’s being kissed before the door fully clicks shut behind him. #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

Stede comes back. Ed does too. It just takes a little longer. #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

"‘But you’ve never fucked yourself?’ ‘Well, I, er…’ his eyes wandered around the space again, ‘I’ve certainly been told to fuck myself, but I can’t say I’ve ever followed through.’" Edward is shocked to discover Stede has never engaged in a particular intimate activity and offers some encouragement #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

If the dress fits, wear it. #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

“Edward Teach, you will sit nicely and accept pleasure or so help me God I will make you.” #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

"There's something you should know," Spanish Jackie says. "You're married." Ed freezes. "I beg your pardon," Stede says helpfully. "But I'm not your 19th husband." "No, you idiots. You're married to each other." #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

the one where they smoke weed together #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

“Curses can be broken,” Stede argues. “Think you’ve got it backwards, mate.” Edward smiles, a sad one, heavy with years of sorrow. “I was always a monster. Spent my life being terrible.” He shakes his head. “I'm not a man cursed to be a monster, I’m a monster cursed to be a man.” — OR A lighthouse keeper/kraken au #fanfiction #au #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

“Oh! Oh, well, that’s,” Stede looked down at himself where the modest cut was beginning to bleed. “That hurt.” “Thought it might,” Ed said, moving to swing off him. “Happy now?” A hand reached out and clutched at his thigh. Ed looked down at the hand, at the cut, at Stede’s face. “Wait,” Stede said. “Just wait another moment.” #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

The only thing Ed is sure about wanting to wear is Stede’s cravat. Stede slips two fingers around it. He doesn’t even have to tug, and Ed’s breath hitches. “Stay still, Ed.” Ed whimpers against Stede’s knee. “C’mon!” “You’re being very distracting, which means it’s taking me longer to finish this chapter.” Ed is silent for a moment, and Stede keeps reading while his two fingers press against Ed’s neck. “And what are you gonna do when you’ve finished the chapter?” Ed asks. “Depends on you, doesn’t it?” Stede asks. “Are you going to behave?” #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

The thing is, when you’re Blackbeard you’ve got kind of a reputation to uphold. When you captain a ship, when you lead a crew, when people look up to you, tell stories, build a legend – parts of that legend are always more accurate than others. And maybe you just let it slide, some of the things people say. Some of the things they assume. Maybe you swagger around and wear black leather and are a handsy bastard and let the stories tell themselves. Maybe you don't want to talk about it. #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

The knots in the wood look like little islands surrounded by currents of woodgrain. The cravat slips between his fingers, under and over, under and over, like waves lapping at his skin. In the end none of this fucking matters, does it, because Ed can want however much he likes, but that’s never meant anyone wanting him back the same. And now it’s too late, isn’t it, he’s lived far too long, done too many wrongs, mangled himself beyond soft looks, beyond desperate touches, beyond gentle words, beyond – He sits up, rubbing at his eyes furiously. The sooner he ends this, the better. Or: A retelling of most of season one through Ed's point of view. Shit gets sad, and horny, then sad, then horny again. There's some happiness sprinkled in there too. Now with reunion! #fanfiction #edward_teach/stede_bonnet #ofmd

The Charleston gallows weren’t built for two. #fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet

Ed likes it when Stede tells him what to do. That's it. That's the fic. (Set post Season 1.) --- The problem is that Ed is starting to realize he likes not being in control. He is secretly enjoying watching Stede come into his own. Stede captured a ship in order to come find him, and if that’s not the most romantic gesture Ed’s ever been at the receiving end of, he doesn’t know what romance is. Since regaining the Revenge, Stede’s led dozens of successful raids. He’s maimed, when necessary. He’s learned how everything on the ship works, how to navigate, how to read the sky and the sea for signs of storms. With this newly competent Stede at the helm, the crew is happier than ever. And Stede keeps taking care of him. “Ed, drink your tea before it gets cold,” Stede reminds him as they stand at the prow in the early morning light, quietly content in each other’s company. The tea is served in cheap tin cups now, but it’s still always a perfect cuppa. Ed drinks obediently. Ed does what Stede tells him. #fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet

This ship is weird, Ed thinks. He’s been here about a week now and he’s been paying attention. It’s odd. They’ve got a bit of down time today so Ed has situated himself in the crow’s nest sharpening his knife and enjoying the long view to the horizon, just having a think. So, firstly, everyone is shagging, and that shouldn’t be weird - it’s not like Ed hasn’t taken some pleasure in a crewmate now and again, but this isn’t just people getting off with someone willing to lend a hand out of a small number of choices. Ed doesn’t think anyone would ever accuse him of being a prude, but there’s honest to god relationships going on here like they’ve met at a fucking dance or something. And that’s the least disturbing aspect of what he’s learned about this crew’s sex life. ---- In which Ed muses on all the things which are just fucking weird about being on the Revenge, especially the cute, strange, lunatic captain. #fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet

Love sticks; sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none Ed knows a fuckery when he hears about one. No death that ridiculous could have been a coincidence. He leaves Stede a trail of breadcrumbs to get back to The Revenge. When Stede arrives back on board, Ed is surprised to find Stede has a bone to pick with him--and that Ed's got bones of his own to pick with Stede. (This is not a fisting fic. No one get your hopes up. Title from here.) #fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet

Stede needs help; the Revenge unfortunately runs into a man Stede had an affair with prior to his pirate days. Stede decides the best way to give him a polite brush-off is to pretend he and Ed are together. Fake relationship to getting together, with smut, passive aggression and a few feelings thrown in for extra fun. Set in the ephemeral co-captions time period. ---- Ed supposes he’s handsome, if you like boring white dudes. He’s tall, slim-built, short dark wavy hair and an at-best medium quality jaw line. Dressed like a prick, he’s wearing all the fancy sort of stuff Stede wears but he’s not pulling it off, in Ed’s opinion. Not enough bright colours, wearing all that silky lacey posh shit but in beige and browns like a coward. Yeah, he’s a coward; Ed’s decided. He guesses maybe his shoulders are okay, if you like skinny guys. Can kinda see why Stede fancied him. If there weren’t a lot of other options around. And if he squints. #fanfiction #ofmd #edward_teach/stede_bonnet