#blackstede fanfic

[emihotaru]

Hiiii!

It's time for the 3rd chapter of our cross over Good Omens/Our Flags Mean Death merman AU! with a little picture of a funny moment of our story^^

You like BAMF Aziraphale? you like swearing Izzy? You like naked Ed? Well, you'll be happy with this chapter!

I tried a new style for this picture, I think there will be more in this story (and also I'll do a second colored picture for this chapter later^^)

(@bucky1984 is already deep in the 4th chapter ❤️)

@goodomensafterdark

[dragonlands]

Since the latest episode this moment has lived rent free in my head so I had to write a silly little thing about it.

It's called Just a little handy and you can read it here:

[elapsed-spiral]

Hey there, I made an Ed/Stede GDAU (Google Docs Alternative Universe). Maybe that's your thing? Check out the teaser above and if you like what you see, head on over to AO3. Rated teen for language.

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by captain_cappy

“Do you ever see things in the clouds?” Stede asks Ed that night, right as they’re on the precipice of drifting off. Ed’s found, over the years of this, that when their ship is docked and he’s undisrupted by waves he sleeps like a baby. Stede helps, too. He’s like a heated blanket, snoring and clinging and soft and perfect.

“Yeah.” Ed murmurs out. “You gotta know the patterns, to navigate.”

“Not like— not patterns. Things. People and animals, books, you know.”

“I know what things are, mate.”

“Not— never mind.” Stede says, dejected. He snuggles closer into his pillow, pulling the duvet over his face.

“Hey, no, love, m’ sorry.” Ed pulls the blanket off and runs a hand through Stede’s hair. “There you are. I know what you mean, I do. I see foods in em'.”

--

Stede's been off, lately. Ed wants to figure out why.

Words: 2223, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Lucius Spriggs, Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cloud Watching, Established Relationship, Canon Era, Stede cries but really when doesnt he, Dialogue Heavy

[nandorisms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Additional Tags: Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Blind Date, Bad Puns, Flirting, Swing Dancing, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Meet-Cute, Happy Ending, Ed Teach follows the Mean Girls girl world rule for Halloween Summary:

Ed had been set up for a blind date at a Halloween party, expecting to meet a man in a Moth Man costume. However, what he found was that his date was a lot more colourful than he had anticipated.

[ashwatchedeverygayshows]

So I’m craving for Angst/Sad fanfics rn.

Anyone have any good recs?

It could be: Bruce&Clark, Dean&Castiel, Stolas& blitzø, Hannibal&Will, Merlin&Arthur, Ed&Stede, Sherlock&John, Magnus&Alec, Loki& Mobius, Sam&Gabriel, Azir&Crowley, Ambrosius&Balister, Achilles&Patroclus.

I’m kinda like obsessed with Superbat lately so pls more of these two’s fic.

[adhduck]

There is Love That Doesn’t Have a Place To Rest

A missing scene between the act of grace and getting to the island, wherein Ed and Stede are in love but only one of them knows it, and neither realizes what the other is truly thinking.

Read on AO3

The British had not planned for both Ed and Stede to be alive.

This is already made clear by the whole “putting Stede in front of a firing squad” ordeal, but it’s obvious just how unexpected this turn of events was when one of the officers tells them that, for the first night at least, they’ll be sleeping on the Revenge instead of the navy ship.

“We need to prepare our ship for Blackbeard,” the officer tells them as he pats Stede down for weapons in the jam-room-turned-brig. “You understand.”

So Ed and Stede are sharing a room again. They’ve done it a few times before, technically; Ed sprawled across the settee while Stede lay in bed and listened to him breathe. There’s no settee in the jam room, though, and no bed, and Ed isn’t here because he wants to be.

“Eat,” Ed tells him, ripping off a chunk of bread and offering it. Stede takes it gratefully – he hasn’t actually eaten since yesterday – but he’s mostly focused on how their fingers nearly brush.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, too quiet.

Ed looks at him. He really is always doing that, isn’t he? “You’re welcome.”

His eyes linger on Stede like he’s looking for something, but he doesn’t say anything else, and eventually his gaze skips away. Stede breathes again.

For a while after that, they eat bread and gruel in silence, knees brushing together, and it’s so comforting it makes Stede’s jaw ache. He thought he’d lost this after everything with Jack—the companionship, the familiarity, the ability to stop performing and not expect punishment to follow swiftly after. To know it’s not just salvageable but strong, never even broken, makes Stede feel unsteady with gratitude. He wants to shake and shout with it, would probably excuse himself into the auxiliary closet to do just that if they weren’t currently locked in the brig.

The reminder of their situation sparks something cold and squirming in Stede’s gut, but he bites it down. Ed hates being told he shouldn’t have done something, and if caught in the wrong mood he hates apologies even more. Stede will just have to wait until after the brilliant plan Ed’s doubtlessly cooking up, then; maybe when Ed’s edges are softened around a glass of brandy on the settee and that smile he gets when he and Stede are alone.

“Do you think they’ll let me bring some of my own outfits?” Stede asks instead. “I’ve seen what some of those academy types wear, and I look dreadful in beige.”

Ed laughs and leans back on his hands, looking Stede over like he’s trying to imagine it. “Haven’t seen you in an outfit you look dreadful in yet. Besides maybe that treasure hunting one.”

“That was beige!”

Ed laughs even harder at that and Stede huffs, trying to focus on his wounded pride instead of the crinkle of Ed’s eyes. “Besides,” he argues, “it was all I had that fit the theme. I couldn’t very well go searching for treasure in summer linens, could I?”

“Course not,” agrees Ed, who Stede distinctly remembers grousing that it doesn’t fucking matter, mate, why did you even need to change at all, let’s just go. “It wasn’t that bad, anyway. Just a bit...muted, is all. Not your usual style.”

Stede snorts. “If you think that was muted, you should’ve seen me in Barbados! Hardly a drop of color in any of my outfits then, or style for that matter. Pirate life has suited me much better in that regard.”

"That it has, mate,” Ed says, and he sounds genuine, except his gaze also slides to some distant spot over Stede’s shoulder, and the crinkles have disappeared with his smile, and instinct has Stede rushing to patch whatever mistake he’s made.

“It’s a bit much sometimes, I know,” he says quickly. “The...well, the everything about me, I suppose.”

“Fuck off,” Ed says instantly, gaze locking back to Stede with a scowl. There’s still a flash of something in his eyes, something like sadness, but it's gone before Stede can pin it down. “And anyway, I’m a little much, too, yeah?”

“Just a little,” Stede teases, pleased when Ed brightens again. “I like it about you.”

Ed nods like they’ve come to a very important agreement, all puffed up in that frankly adorable way that makes Stede want to squeeze him, then shifts to lean against the wall. “C’mere.”

Stede, who is about a foot and a half away from Ed, blinks. “Hm?”

“I need a nap,” Ed explains, “and you’ve spoiled me with that settee of yours. Takes me ages to sleep now if I don’t have anything comfy to lay on. So c’mere.”

Stede obeys, still only half processing the words, and then Ed’s head is on his shoulder, body pressed casually against Stede’s own, and it’s—god, it’s familiar, somehow, even though this has never happened before. How does every new, incredible thing Ed shows him feel like it’s already his, like he’s held it so many times It's molded to the shape of his hand?

“I can be the pillow later,” Ed mumbles, “if you want. But I call dibs first.”

“Well, if you call dibs,” Stede says, instead of anything you want. Ed’s beard tickles his neck, breath warm and, yes, familiar against his collar, and Stede aches, suddenly, with the desire to have this as long as possible.

Whatever Ed asks of him, Stede decides, he’ll do it. If their escape puts Stede in danger, if it requires him to maim or kill, if it means he has to throw every last one of his beloved possessions overboard, he’ll do it. Better that than losing this beloved familiarity between them, this thing that looms so large Stede cannot begin to comprehend its shape.

“Sleep well,” he murmurs, laying his head against Ed’s as his first act of devotion. Whatever it takes, he vows to himself. He will not let Ed lose everything.

--

The first day headed for the academy was nice—way nicer than any time locked up in the jam room as a sort of prisoner should be. Stede seemed to be holding together all right, even ate the shit food they were given, and though Ed hadn’t woken up from his nap to Stede’s hands running delicately through his hair or his lips on Ed’s brow or any of the other romantic scenarios Ed has definitely not been fantasizing about, he did wake up to Stede smiling down at him, and that was enough.

He always knew, of course, that the British would fuck them both over to make up for this bit of decent treatment, but falling asleep to Stede’s breathing had made Ed soft and he thought it would just be some shittier food, or maybe they’d beat Ed up a bit or something. He certainly didn’t expect for them to get belowdecks on the navy ship and be directed to different fucking cells.

Ed fights against it for exactly as long as it takes for Stede to grab his shoulders, and then he allows himself to be pulled away, grumbling like his body isn’t already putty in Stede’s hands.

“It’s not worth it, Ed,” Stede tells him, brows furrowed and serious. “It’s just one day, and they’ll punish you for lashing out.” His thumb presses into Ed’s arm, and he adds quieter, “Besides, you should save your strength for...later.”

Ed’s not sure what the fuck that means, but he’s absolute shit at saying no to Stede, so he nods and lets them be separated again. Even if seeing the flickering fear behind Stede’s eyes as he’s led away makes Ed feel like a wild, untethered thing.

So now Ed’s in this ugly, barren cell by himself – apparently “preparing for Blackbeard” just means getting rid of everything except the grime – and he misses Stede so much it’s like taking a blade through the lung. He didn’t sign a bloody Act of Grace just to be separated from Stede, all right? Staying with him was sort of the whole fucking point.

They don’t bring Ed any food, which he expected, but he worries they didn’t bring Stede any food, either. He worries about if Stede is cold, if they’ve given him a cot or expect him to sleep on the floor, if he’s scared, if he wishes Ed had held him or told him it would be okay. He feels mad with it, the worrying; he hasn’t thought so much about every little thing someone might need since his mum, and he can’t even do anything right now.

Tomorrow, he tells himself. They can’t separate us at the academy, at least. Maybe they’ll even share a cot, or at least a bunk, and Ed will have Stede within arm’s reach all the time, satisfy the gnawing thing in his chest that wants and wants and wants, all of it Stede.

He thinks, sometimes, he can see that same hunger in Stede, though it looks softer reflected in those bright hazel eyes. Maybe Ed will get the balls to tell Stede how he feels properly when they’re reunited, even though he thinks the whole “sacrificing everything for Stede” thing should be enough of a fucking blue. But it’s also Stede, who took his ‘run me through’ bit at face value, so probably not. Ed doesn’t actually care right now. As long as he knows Ed cares about him. That’s all that matters.

Another wave of wanting swells high in his throat, low in his belly. Fuck, Ed loves that man so much. Can hardly look at him about it, hardly form words; he just remembers Stede’s blinding joy when Ed crawled onto the ship like a drowned rat, the way their feet touched while they got tied up, fuck, and he’s gone. Wants to kiss the corners of Stede’s eyes and press him into a too-soft mattress as he shivers apart with ungentlemanly pleasure, curl around him afterwards and wake up next to him and eat so much marmalade they’re sick with it and fucking– fucking fold socks with him, anything he wants, anything at all, as long as he’ll do it with Ed.

The things he wants are Blackbeard shit, though, his brain reminds him, like a dick. He ran away from a quiet life, not towards it.

Ed makes a face and turns over where he’s laying on the floor. It’s not like he doesn’t know he and Stede have been yearning for different things – Stede for piracy, Ed for anything else – but he refuses to take that as a sign they can’t work out at all. There’s got to be something they both love, right? Something with just enough adventure for Stede without all the dreaded fucking weight of plans and leadership for Ed?

Hell, he’d be willing to stay at sea if that would keep Stede; be a merchant, or the ineffective sort of pirate Stede imagined being when he first started out. Just as long as he doesn't have to be Blackbeard anymore, he’ll be fine—that's the bit that makes things so fucking dull. No challenge, no novelty, no marmalade or forty-orange cakes that barely taste of orange.

Ed has wondered before, usually a bottle in or too many hours into the dark, whether Stede will miss Blackbeard; if he’ll come to resent Ed for not being him the way Izzy does. If Stede would only stay if Blackbeard stayed, too...Ed’s honestly not sure what he’d do.

But it doesn’t matter, he tells himself, because he doesn’t have to choose anymore. Blackbeard’s dead, signed away to the crown. Ed’s the only one left for Stede to choose.

He hopes that’s enough.

[sunriseverse]

hi. ofmd fic for you as a treat.

[plainlyraine]

You will not believe the shit I went through between chapter updates, but here she is!

Be nice to her, she is baby and my BETA and I worked really hard on making her sparkle ✨

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by ramsay_baggins

Ed loved documentary night. Didn’t matter what type of documentary it was, he was free to either hyperfocus on it to his heart’s content, or curl up beside Stede with a good book. Sometimes, he and Stede would bitch about the narrator, or swap facts, or just sink into each other and let the vibes and stunning visuals wash over them.

Words: 416, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Autistic Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Has ADHD, ND4ND, Neurodivergent for Neurodivergent, Stede Bonnet Loves Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Infodumping, Fluff, Tooth Rotting Fluff, OP is autistic, OP has adhd

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by oatmilktruther

Their first anniversary is just around the corner and Ed has never been happier in a relationship. Stede, on the other hand, could be happier, if he knew he was in the relationship in the first place.

Words: 7889, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Plans

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, mentioned Lucius - Character, mentioned the Tin Man (Wizard of Oz)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Background Lucius/the world, Asexual Stede Bonnet, Ace spec Stede Bonnet, Autistic Stede Bonnet, Non-Sexual Intimacy, all the love languages, Pining While Dating, First Kiss, hand holding, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Has ADHD, Softness and tenderness, Artist Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Librarian Stede Bonnet, POV Alternating, nonlinear timeline

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by surprisepink

There are only a few people on the ship that Lucius hasn't sketched yet; one of them is Stede.

Of course, Blackbeard recognizes the opportunity right in front of him.

Words: 8516, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lucius Spriggs, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Lucius Spriggs, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Stede Bonnet/Lucius Spriggs, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Lucius Spriggs

Additional Tags: POV Lucius Spriggs, Threesome - M/M/M, Open Relationships, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Sex Lessons, Bottom Lucius Spriggs, Artist Lucius Spriggs, Nude Modeling, Stede Bonnet Has a Big Dick, Inexperienced Stede Bonnet, Anal Sex, Spitroasting, Finger Sucking, Voyeurism, Making Out, Polyamorous Lucius Spriggs

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by Jazzxdaffy

"It never occurred to Stede, not even once, that he could fall in love with mundanity."

Or, Ed unintentionally teaches Stede the beauty and peace in repetition.

Words: 5030, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Reverse Big Bang Challenge, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Old Married Couple, ADHD for Autism Couple, Stede is supportive of Ed's hyperfixations, Post-Coital Cuddling, Mention of alcohol but they technically don't drink it, this might make you cry, But it also might make you cum, I'm multi-talented like that, No "no beta" joke the OFMD Reverse Big Bang mods killed them, jk rbb mods ily, Rimming, when do my fics NOT have rimming lbh, Inspired by Art, NSFW Art

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by Anonymous

Ed Teach is a wildly successful corporate raider known as Blackbeard. So feared that he doesn't even need to be at the board meetings for the opposition to offer up everything he wants. He's bored out of his skull.

Then he discovers chalk crushing videos.

The textures, the sounds, the colours and the sparkle all soothe the itchiness in Ed's brain, particularly those videos made by the Gentleman. A man with perfect crushes and the sexiest hands Ed has ever seen.

A man who lives, as Ed is about to discover, just across the hall from him.

Words: 4634, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, chalk-crushing ASMR AU, super niche interest alert, ed's a corporate raider who unwinds watching chalk crushing videos, stede makes his favourite videos, They're also neighbours, ambiguously neurodivergent stede and ed, a sprinkling of mutual pining, there's quite a lot of description of textures in this, so if chalk or grit or glitter weirds you out then steer clear

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by cherryrosies

Stede is a famous stylist best known for his work in period pieces and gets a gig to style the (in)famous Edward Teach, who has been cast as the lead in an upcoming regency movie.

Words: 3383, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lucius Spriggs, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Mary Allamby Bonnet, Doug (Our Flag Means Death), Spanish Jackie (Our Flag Means Death)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: stylist stede, Fluff, Angst, trying to write about a film production look at me go, a period piece, yes a period piece indeed, actor edward, the whole crew is a film crew, No Beta

[ao3feed-blackbonnet]

by elliart7

Ed just wanted to have one good night staying up late with Stede, but chronic pain strikes, and for a while it seems like he just can’t have nice things.

Words: 7405, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Ed’s mom (in flashback), Calico Jack (unnamed in extremely brief flashback)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Getting Together, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Physical Disability, Chronic Illness, functional neurological disorder, Disabled Blackbeard | Edward Teach, brief flashback to domestic abuse, graphic descriptions of chronic pain, description of ptsd flashback, this can sort of be a certain flavor of injury/sick fic?, Ed knows he’s down bad but Stede is still oblivious, nonsexual removal of clothing, Stede gets to infodump about flowers, as a treat, Comedy via double entendre, ye old medical marijuana