#edward is hot

[originalvampireprincess]

Hi everyone, this is a small oneshot written by a friend of mine. It is an oc x edward fic, hope you like it. :)

Edward and andrew would often sneak out late in the night, where they could roam freely on the dusty spring soil, looking up at the stars once in a while. Andrew loved music, she had been talking to Edward about some late night underground rock concerts in the area. Rock wasn't really up Edwards ally, what he enjoyed more is the energy and nature of the concerts while Andrew would sit there and observe the bass players fingers slide across the fretboard like the wind against the trees. It was an unusual style of playing but it intrigued her, making her want to learn bass some day too. They arrive at the event and after paying a small fee entered the spacey, almost sewer-like room. They usually saw a lot of post punk bands play, Edward liked the dark, grim and heavy lyrics that would come out of the singers monotone yet soothing voice while Andrew liked how there was a big emphasis on the bass guitar in these songs. But something was different.

Something was off about the whole venue, the crowd was yelling, most of them had leather jackets on and spiked hair. They quickly realized that tonight there was no post punk band playing their gloomy and dark tunes, but the hardcore punk band "Choking Victim". Edward loved the sound of that, the energy in the room was up to the roof and the band hadn't even made the stage yet. It went dark. You could only hear static coming from the speakers but then it suddenly stopped. Andrew wasn't so sure about this, she'd never been into heavy music. The light shined on the band and revealed 4 tattooed, skinny and clearly drunk men hit the stage. The bassist lays his hand on the string and from the first slap we could feel the vibrations running through us. The bassline started and everyone around started jumping around, spilling their booze all over the other crowd members. They were in the middle of it all, but Edward got a rush and started jumping along while andrew couldn't move.

She experienced the biggest wave of culture shock she'd ever gotten before but before long she also started jumping along to the grooves of the rattling bass. Suddenly the frontman yells out "OPEN THE PIT!" Andrew was terrified, she'd heard about moshpits before but she'd never been so close to one. She turned to Edward to see how he's handling it but he's nowhere to be seen, out of her sight. By the periphery of her eye she notices that shiny white skin and dark brown hair. Edward's run into the pit. Andrew was so stunlocked, she was standing at the edge of the pit, mere inches away from the carnage. Edward jumping and pushing, notices Andrew staring him down at the edge of the pit. In pure extacy he rushes up to her and pulls her in. Andy's heart felt like it was gonna burst into two. Edward let go of her and she started to panic, so to get to him she started pushing everyone away, while also being pushed by the big punkheads in the pit. She felt a rush she had never felt before.

Before she knew it she was moshing with the punk crowd and was feeling fine with it. She was a taller woman so she wouldn't get knocked down so easily. Her shirt had a rip below the ribs but she payed it no attention. The adrenaline she got in the moment felt like she's seen a part of the world unknown to her at the time. She was exhausted, it was her first time in a pit and after the 4th song she had to step out. Her and Edward, after shouting for minutes on end, agreed to step out of the venue for tonight. She guided him through the busy crowd, gripping him by the wrist. They finally got out, the air had never felt so fresh. Andrew didnt notice but she was still holding Edward by the hand, she hadn't let go that entire time. She didnt pull her hand away, however gripped Edwards hand even harder. She felt warm, not wanting to let go, starting to feel something inside her. Andy had too many questions but would rather have had them unanswered. So she held it even longer.

Layed out on the grass, looking up, grasping their hands together. Andrew never thought she'd feel like this for someone. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, they just wouldn't let go. Andrew sits up on the grass, feeling almost hung over. She looks over at Edward who just sat up as well. As the moonlight shined on them and the tension grew higher, this starry night would never be forgotten by them. Andrew, while softly holding Edward's hands in his, leans in. With closed eyes they get closer to each others faces. Their soft lips are touching. Andrew felt as if she's become super aware of everything, every nerve of her body working on overdrive. It was more than perfect, like a little piece of heaven. The only she would want at this moment is for it to last forever.

[kai-sh1]

does anyone see it, the vision, the possibility to be the best of friends

extra alphonse doodles

[captain-flint]

you ever just cry because of a man's stunning profile?!

[disposablepapercup]

kind hands.

[schoernchen]

I imagined a tranquil and cozy moment between Ed and Stede in bed and just had to draw it :3 so here it is, my lovelies, I hope you enjoy it! 💗

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[transjudas]

Izzy has been the screen through which the world has seen Blackbeard/Ed his whole life. He met Ed, who was traumatized by his childhood and desperate to run and be someone else to survive. So Izzy helped Ed cultivate his persona as Blackbeard both for pirating and for Ed's ability to function.

We've seen Izzy as he struggled to adjust when Ed started to form relationships that made him realize maybe he didn't need or want that mask anymore. It scared him and angered him. He was Ed's family, his protector, and Ed was Blackbeard as long as he'd known him because he had to be.

But in Izzy's last breath he told him that he was surrounded by people who loved him, and all he had to do was be Ed. And as he saw Ed break down into tears, over the grief of losing him, he saw the man he'd been helping protect and hide for decades. He saw Ed. And he smiled, touched his face, and affirmed that open raw emotion. That ability to cry. Because he's safe and he knows it, even when he's hurting. Especially then.

There he is.

[blakbonnet]

Just Edward Teach eating cake forever

[seanchaidh7]

Jetlag boyfriends ✈️

[bizarrelittlemew]

Our Flag Means Death 1x10 | 2x2 ⇉ Ed tidying up and talking to his first mate (for anon)

[eddie-redcliffe]

[sherlockig]

[passionateabteverything]

Stede to Archie: idk if I can trust someone I don't really know 🤨

Also stede to the complete stranger who was hovering over his sleeping body while staring intently at him: hey you wanna see my most prized possessions including this secret wardrobe no one knows abt 😃

[gentlebeardschild]

his job is babygirl posing

[hauntedbystorytelling]

'morning, time for coffee

Edward H. Weston (1886-1958) ~ Hot Coffee, Mojave Desert, 1937. Center for Creative Photography | src AIC (artic)

[luciuscodedswedeboy]