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