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caitlinsnicket · 6 months

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deserving more

summary: izzy needs to be taken care of, and you do just that

warnings: low self esteem implied, sad izzy, angst, lots of fluff though

a/n: this is the longest thing i've ever written i've been manic for a whole week i'm going crazy i need him in my pocket (i'm also posting this on ao3 under the same name so,,,

Too long had passed since you got to the front of his cabin door, and even longer your hand hovered its handle. He could shun you, could throw something at your face, could stab you, he could be dead. You didn’t really care, to be honest, you just wanted him to be okay. Feeling yourself get calmer, and ready for whatever Izzy you could get (the angry, the moody, the melancholic, the drunk), your hand finally touched the handle and you opened the door.

He was sitting on his sad excuse for a bed, bottle of liquor halfway empty, hair falling on his forehead in such a way that no light reached his eyes. The whole room was a mess, things on the ground everywhere, and it was difficult for you to find a place to put down the things you brought with you.

“What do you want?” He said after a long sigh, taking another sip from the bottle and muttering something else that you couldn’t understand.

You had to choose your words carefully. You knew how he could be, but given his expression, which made your heart ache, you didn’t think he had any energy left in him.

“I want to help. Just… tell me how.”

Izzy took a sip of his drink, not bothering to look at you while you spoke.

"And how can you help?" The former first mate asked, his tone somewhat rude. Still, no real venom behind his words.

You had to suppress a smile. He had no idea how endearing he could be.

“That’s what I’m asking, dear. Let me help you.” You stepped closer now, and he watched your every move. Izzy rolled his eyes, the drink almost empty already.

"Fine. What can you do then? Sweetie, that is." He rolled his eyes, leaning back on the wall behind him. You chuckled, moving things around with your feet to make a smoother path for him. You didn’t dare look at his leg. You tried to focus on something else.

“Do you have more alcohol in here?” You ask as you take the bottle from his hand and throw it out of the room, not caring if it was smashed. You’d deal with it later.

He scoffed, getting up with difficulty and going up to a cabinet on the far left of his cabin. There, he retrieved another bottle, and struggled to get it open.

“You’re lucky I don’t kill you for that. And I do have more stuff here, you got a problem?” He’s not managing to open it, and it’s such a weak attempt to show strength that it fills you with affection.

You take the new bottle from his hands, gently so as to not startle him, and place it near the things you’ve brought with you. Keeping it for some other time might be a good idea.You try to make your voice soothing, as if he was a wild animal that could run off or bite at any moment.

“As long as I find it here, it’s going out. You stink, how long has it been since you’ve cleaned yourself? Time to get cleaned up.” You go to the tub on the right side of the place, filling it with the hot water you managed to bring, and start arranging things as they should be: the soaps and oils on a little bench beside the tub, a stool not too far away and a towel at arms length. Izzy scoffed again, but he made no attempts to try and take his drink back.

"You think I stink? I took a bath not two days ago. I smell fine." He looked around, anywhere but you, and one might say he was embarrassed.

“You stink because of the booze and the wet leather. And probably the dried tears. Come on, be a good boy and help me get you to the tub.” You reached for him, taking his arms gently in your hands. Izzy groaned and tried to pull away, but he was too weak to escape your grip.

"I don't wanna."

“Shush now. There we go, look at the nice, warm water. I’d leave you to clean yourself, but you can barely stand. Is it okay if I help you with it?” It felt important to you that he knew he had power over himself and his body. He’d already been taken so much, it was the least he could have. Izzy groaned again, but a small part of him was starting to enjoy this, and he finally gave in.

"F-fine."

“There’s my good boy.” You feel a flutter in my chest when his cheeks warm up a little, and reach for his gloves.

"Stop," Izzy said, blushing for a moment before he realized what he had said. The former first mate then covered his face in embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean to - I mean - this doesn't mean anything, alright?!"

“Right.” You extend the word as long as you can, and go back to the task at hand. You pull his hands back down, not looking at his face in an attempt to give him privacy. Still, you get a glimpse of his burning cheeks.

His hands feel warm against yours, the ink on them itching you to caress it with your lips. You try not to stare too much, soon moving to taking his vest out. His breath tickled your cheek, and if you looked up your lips would be inches away from each other. Reluctantly and with a deep breath, you take a step back to be able to look at him.

“I’m serious though. I just want to take care of you right now. We can talk about the meaning of things when you’re sober.” He started to get fussy again, but you pulled him back by his sleeves and started undoing the button on each of them.

"I can handle the meaning of things," Izzy said with a roll of his eyes. "I just want to sleep. I'll be alright, I swear." The former first mate then let his arms go limp as they were pulled back. "Get me clean, and then I'll think about meaning with you."

You don't answer him, instead, you get impossibly close, opening his shirt button by button, trying to ignore your quickened heartbeat.

“This okay?” You look at him this time, consequences be damned.

"Mph - yes - fine." Izzy was a little more than blushing at this point, his eyes darting somewhere else as you undressed him. "I know what you're doing, you know?" As his chest came into view, it became a little harder for you to concentrate on not biting him. You took a deep breath and a feeling of dread crossed you when you realized he noticed it. His cheeks were pink.

“Oh, really? What am I doing? Besides trying to take this off.” You stumble at the last word, his shirt completely off now, revealing his full chest and stomach. You licked your lips subconsciously, darting your eyes to the ceiling for a moment. “Now your pants.”

"You're trying to seduce me," He mumbled as he began to slide his pants down. "I know it's happening right now, and you can't deny it." He struggled a bit, but you didn’t dare to touch him then. He’d probably punch you if you tried.

You averted your eyes once his leg came into view, turning to the other side to give him privacy. Your fingers itched to touch him.

“I can’t seduce you, I know. You only have eyes for the captain. Even after this mess, it’s still him. I get it.” You inspect your shoes, alert to his grunts and movements. Soon, the sound of water splashing told you he was already inside the tub, and you turned back around.

“Then why even try? You know you can’t win, and I know you can’t win.” He sighed, splashing some water on his face, trying to wake up. “Don’t waste your time trying, because it’s never going to happen.” He slid himself up to his mouth in the water, watching you like a hawk.

“You’re worth it.” You say, hoping your voice doesn’t quiver, not looking at him while you take another bottle from your bag. “I’m going to sit behind you now and wash your hair, okay?”.

He ignores your warnings, staring into the distance as you pull a stool to the side of the tub and start organizing your items.

“ I'm really not." He mumbles, his voice hoarse. His expression was still grim, and he tilted his head in your direction to see what you were doing.

You gathered water on your hands, the warmth comfortable on your skin. You gently let it run down Izzy’s head, repeating the movements until his hair was completely wet. He sighed and leaned more to your side, his shoulders visibly relaxing. From your point of view outside of the tub, he looked small, like a hurt animal afraid to be hurt again. You opened up the bottle of hair wash that you stole from Stede’s cabin and started massaging his head very gently.

“I don’t know who told you that, but you are. To me, you are.” Talking about your feelings to him was easier when he wasn’t looking at you. He leaned back more, and you noticed his eyes were closed, the crease on his forehead almost gone.

“I’m a wreck.” He muttered, his hands moving slowly through the water. “How is that attractive?” His voice hesitated a little, and your heart skipped a beat.

“I mean, I was always into hot messes. You fit the description.” You said, a smile making its way to your face. Bubbles emerged from his hair, and you were careful to not let any of it go to his eyes. “Besides, I think you’re attractive even when you stink.” You scrape his scalp with your nails very tenderly, the touch barely happened.

Izzy shuddered, moving his head down slightly to avoid your wandering eyes. Still, you caught a glimpse of his pinkish cheeks and your smile got wider.

"Y-yeah, well - you're the only one then." He then glanced at you, a small smile on his face. "No one else likes me, I swear. The crew and the rest of the world despise me, and I can't blame them for that." The smile didn’t reach his eyes, as if he was making a joke at his own expense.

“You know what they call you? ‘Our Izzy’. They know why you're tough on them. I know why too. We know you care. I'm just the only one with romantic taste around here.” You rinse his hair from the bubbles, watching his chest going up and down as he breathes calmly. He didn’t respond for a while, simply playing with the bubbles in the water. His hair felt soft in your hands.

"I'm... too tough on them sometimes, I swear. I just... I just want to help them." His voice was so low you could barely hear it, a far cry from the man you first met when you boarded the ship. It felt hard to breathe for a moment.

“I know, dear, I know. It's alright.” You feel bold, and you lean down to kiss the crown of his head. He stills for a moment and then relaxes entirely. When you pull away, you get the soap and hold it out to him. “I'll let you wash yourself now, but I'm right here. Just... to talk or help.” I turn my back to him, trying to give him some privacy. There would be time for staring some other time. Hopefully.

Izzy held the soap in his hands, but didn’t use it yet. Instead, he stayed still, enjoying the feeling of the water around him and aching for the feeling of your fingers back on his scalp. He felt so comfortable he forgot what he was supposed to do, until you leaned back on the tub and he heard a thump.

"Right. Sorry..." The former first mate rubbed the soap along his arms, his legs, his back, anywhere that he could easily reach. You heard him groan and cover it up with a cough, probably cleaning his amputated leg. You felt your body boil at the thought of it, considering finishing the job with Blackbeard. After a while, you heard the sound of water splashing around, and then silence. "That felt nice." His voice broke when he said it, as if he was ashamed. You sighed at the bubbling affection on your chest, your first instinct to reach to him and squeeze him to you.

“Would you like me to continue? The water is still warm.” You turn slightly, so you could hear him better in case he whispered.

“I-I mean, if you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and as you turned around you realized his eyes were previously closed. He opened them, his gaze glazed and tired. “I don’t want to be a bother. Just… Don’t do anything you’ll, y’know. Regret.” He quickly looked away, always ready for rejection. Expecting it. The only thing he’s ever known, by the looks of it.

The need to kill Ed burned in your veins.

Instead, you get the bottle of oil and put it in your hands, warming it up before you touch his head again, a happy sigh leaving his lips. His hair felt softer than ever as you moved slowly through its strands, leaving no part untouched.

“You’re the one thing I don’t regret.” I say, closer to his face now, studying his features and how the droplets of water dibble down his neck. Next, I inspect his hair, the strands making a stunning gradient of black, gray and white.

Izzy couldn't help but notice you looking at him. He cleared his throat a little, the blush on his face making another appearance.

"Do I... Do I have something in my hair?" He was obviously fishing for a compliment here and hoping you'd just be nice and tell him how good he looked. He didn’t realize how desperate he sounded. You turn your gaze to him, your positioning a little weird to stare at him properly, but comfortable nonetheless.

“No, just… You’re so pretty Izzy.” Your touch turns featherlight now, just touching him for the sake of being close.

Izzy went silent, his face growing even crimson at your compliment. His hands go back to nervously playing in the water.

"I'm... I'm not pretty. Not in the slightest." His voice was almost shaky, and he tried to hide his face so you wouldn't see how much he was blushing. Your smile turns to a smirk, your fingers just brushing his hair back now.

“Well, I say you are. You're pretty and handsome and if you knew the power you have over people... The power you have over me.” You grow breathless, leaning closer to his ear. “You'd conquer the world.” In a whisper, you make him shiver, and he takes a quick glance at you before looking back to the water. His shoulders seem to relax, though.

"If I had that kind of power then I wouldn't be moping about right now." He thinks about the power he actually wanted to have, whose power he wanted to have, and his mind drifted off for a moment. It only took a second to realize that you were still looking at him, and he cleared his throat. "And, just how much do I have... 'power' over you?"

You took a moment to think. This would be it. You know there’s still life after this, and tomorrow will be another day, but it would change things. You look at him again, the tattoo on his cheek and neck, the strand of hair falling over his forehead. You move to stand beside him so you could look at him properly. He deserved to be looked at, to be acknowledged. You take a deep breath.

“I'd kill Blacçbeard for you. And Bonnet too. And anyone else you asked. I'd do anything, Izzy, just so you'd glance at me.” You lean in his direction, pushing the strands of hair away so you could get a clear view of his face. His eyes were the prettiest shade of brown. “That's why I acted like an idiot in the beginning.” You look down at your hands, then get up, feeling his eyes on you. From your bag, you get the clean towel and squeeze it in your hands, feeling its softness. “I wanted you to look at me.”

He looked like he was about to pass out. His heart was pounding in his ears, the urge to kiss you becoming almost irresistible. He knew this wasn't some act of kindness, something that was happening simply because you were a good person. It was something different, and he wasn't sure of what to do with that knowledge. He attempted to speak, but what came out was a mix of a scream and a sigh.

"W-what?"

“You heard me. Now, dry up, I have a surprise for you.” A shy smile makes its way to your face, and you rummage your bag again looking for the final thing you’d use today.

"Yes, ma'am." The former first mate's eyes widened as he realized what he’d just said. He made it too easy. "Right. Of course." Izzy then got out of the bath, taking the towel from your hand and drying himself up. He wasn't sure about anything anymore, but at the same time, he didn't mind this at all. As a matter of fact, he kinda liked it. It felt good to be desired like this.

“Tell me when you’re ready” You tell him, holding the softest fabric you’d ever seen in your hands. Also stolen from Stede.

He took a moment to finish up, holding the towel around his waist before calling out to you.

“Okay. I’m ready.” He says, readying himself for your gaze on him. Instead, you hold out your hand to him, a silky white nightgown coming into his view. He stares for a second, completely silent, and you let out a laugh at his reaction. His stomach curls at the sound, wishing nothing more than to hear it again.

“I know it wouldn’t be your first choice, but I found it a while ago and I thought you might need something nice. Soft. You deserve it, Izzy.” As your laugh died down, your voice became softer, as if trying to assure him that he was still safe, and still himself. “Plus, I only wore it a couple of times.”

He remained quiet for another moment before practically ripping it off your hand and mumbling profanities at you and Bonnet. You heard the towel hit the ground, and then the ruffling of fabric.

With shaky hands, he put it on, the fabric feeling comfortable and cool against his skin. He took a look at the mirror on the opposite side of the room, and beamed at how pretty he looked, hair down and shiny clothes on. He felt warm all over, buzzing with life and excitement.

“You can turn around now.” His voice quavering but soft. As you turned around, you saw that his expression was soft too.

He looked like an angel, like a lost prince finally back home, like someone who finally got exactly what they needed to be happy.

“Oh, Izzy.” You hold his right hand to give him balance as you stare, his cheeks a light red color now, even in the dim light. His smile is hesitant, but bright all the same. It takes all your strength to not kiss him right then and there. “You look perfect.”

You supported him as you made your way to his bed, and he seemed grateful as you did so. His eyes were expectant and hopeful, but you pushed your own excitement down to focus on him. You tucked him in, making sure he was comfortable, and sat beside him, intertwining your fingers together. Before you could say anything, he broke the silence.

“You can kiss me, if you want. Or, I don’t know. I don’t mind.” His fingers trace mindless shapes on the back of your hand, and you shiver at it. Still, your heart aches for him and his reaction. You pull his chin up with your fingers, making him look at you.

“Not tonight, love.” His pupils seem to widen at the nickname, and his lips part slightly. “And don’t get me wrong, I really want to. But not tonight. Not now. I’ll earn your affection Izzy, and I’ll do so gladly. And even if you don’t want me like that, I’ll still take care of you.” You caress his cheek then, his beard coarse against your fingertips. You smile at him, moving closer once again and kissing his forehead, your touch so light he could confuse it for a butterfly's.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. If you need anything, I’ll be in the cabin right beside this one. Just knock and I’ll come right away. Goodnight, Izzy.” You kiss his forehead again, taking in his puzzled expression, and you figure out you’ll have time to explain it to him some other day.

You leave the room, but before you close the door, you take a look at him. He stays still for a moment, his hands crossed on his stomach, his face deep in thought. Then, he smiles a little, contained and shy at himself and turns around, his back to you. You close the door, trying not to make noise, and make your way to your own cabin, your heart fluttering with what you could only assume was love.

#imagine #ofmd #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd imagine #ofmd fanfiction #ofmd x reader #izzy hands #izzy hands imagine #izzy hands x reader #israel hands #israel hands x reader #israel hands imagine #izzy ofmd

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celluloidbroomcloset · 3 months

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A quick scene of what we didn't see between the wall kiss and the bed.

If you dig, please leave a comment! If not...sucks for you?

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #ofmd fanfiction #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach

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our-flag-means-love · 1 month

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as foretold, i made a discord server for ofmd fic writers!

we have social channels, plenty of writing-related channels, a sprinter bot, and the potential for optional writing-related events at some point!

here, we believe in kink tomato and don't-like-don't-read, but we also have a zero-tolerance policy for racist depictions of characters of color.

this server is also 18+ only.

we hope you can join us, and we hope you have fun!

tagging the folks who expressed interest in joining: @beautitudes @piratecaptainscaptainpirates @follovver @meanbihexual @spirker @krakenbeard

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #ofmd fanfic #ofmd fanfiction

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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On Your Knees, Love (OFMD One-Shot)

Ed Teach/Blackbeard x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You find out Ed has a thing for having his hair played with.

CW: nsfw, sub!Ed, dom!Reader, shin grinding (lmao- what a tag)

OFMD Tag List: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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If someone had told you that in x amount of months, Edward Teach, the Blackbeard, would be whimpering at your feet and begging you to let him cum, you would have shot them in the face probably for being so ridiculous.

And yet, on his hands and knees, rutting against your leg like a mutt in heat, was your Ed. You had to take a moment, actually, to really let the sight before you sink in properly. Edward Teach, humping at you and making those delicious sounds just for you. All for you.

Ed was usually very submissive anyway, but you’d made the mistake this morning of playing with his hair in bed before the chores of the day forced the both of you to get up. Your fingers had snagged on a knot and before you could apologise, Ed had let out this noise- this little choked-off whimper that he’d tried to hide from you and that just wouldn’t do. No secrets, thank you.

“Ed,” you’d said carefully, working the knot out slowly so as not to pull. The man hummed in response, not daring to look at you. “Is there something you want to tell me, love?”

Ed had shook his head and replied with a confident- “nah, don’t think so.”

So you’d worked the rest of the knot out before promptly wrapping your fingers around a soft lock and yanking- hard. Ed had let out a yelp, hand flying to meet yours stuck in his hair, though that yelp had trailed off into a deeply incriminating groan, and from over his shoulder you could see his dick twitch in his briefs.

The rest was history, really.

It had taken no time at all to get off the bed and order him to his knees in front of you. Pretty thing that he was didn’t fight you all that hard about it (or at all), and you enjoyed the sight of the flashes of skin peeking through his gown before you softly patted at his head and asked him to confess this little secret one more time.

“Okay, okay,” he rolled his eyes. “I like having my hair played with, alright? Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?”

You’d hummed and lightly pulled at another lock, and when his eyes fluttered shut, you decided that was it. You had to see what else you could make him do with just a few yanks on those greying locks.

“Not quite.”

And so, that’s how you arrived to where you were now- with Blackbeard’s arms wrapped around the back of your legs, and his hard cock rubbing against your shin through his soft underwear. You had both your hands in his hair now, taking turns between yanking and massaging his scalp.

Ed had drooled a wet patch into your own underwear, face pressed into your thigh. God, he was pretty like this.

“P-please,” he whined, peering up at you with those doe eyes of his. “Needa cum, please let me cum.”

You hummed thoughtfully, petting at his hair.

“Have you been a good boy, huh?”

Ed nodded desperately, brows scrunching as he fought not to cum in his pants.

“Yeah, alright,” you answered, smiling down at him. “Cum for me, love.”

Ed panted out a thank you and worked his hips in earnest, mumbling and whining to himself as he got closer and closer to the edge. All it took was one more hard yank and he was spurting cum over himself in his pants, ropes and dribbles of it creating wet patches in the fabric as he ground out his high off you.

You shushed him comfortingly, massaging his abused scalp and leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead.

“There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?”

Ed nodded, letting himself lean back and stretch his muscles. He propped himself up with his arms behind his back and gave you a very blissed-out smile.

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that again, my love,” he grinned. “But later,” he added hastily.

“Mhm,” you hummed back, sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing at his thigh with your socked foot. “Sure thing, my dear. Whatever you want.”

“Don’t promise that,” he giggled. “Never know what I might ask for.”

“Precisely.”

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follows-the-bees · 10 days

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Working on a small gentlebeard fic involving Stede giving Ed flowers. (And a nod to the twine from the morning after.)

Here's a small bit for WipWednesday.

Ed presses his hand against Stede's chest, right over his heart.

Everything goes quiet, Stede's world narrowing down to that one contact. He can feel Ed's fingers flex, the teeniest movement as he readjusts and loops a pinkie around Stede's shirt while keeping his hand flat.

It's warm, soft, gentle.

Stede can't help but see the irony in it. Those books and wanted posters showed Blackbeard as a ghoul, a villain, and he knows Ed has the capability to perform that role when pushed, like a rattlesnake shaking its tail as warning but then forced to strike out when the other won't quit advancing. At the heart of it all, Ed's gentle.

Stede places one hand over Ed's, interlocking their fingers. The corner of his lip ticks up in a smile as he starts to tap out the rhythm of Stede's heartbeat. He bows his head, knocking their foreheads together.

#wipwednesday #ofmd fanfiction #ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard #our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #ofmd edward teach #blackbonnet

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livelydiver · 1 year

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more ofmd fic recs

Another hype post for some exquisite fics that have lately been living in my head rent-free. Top-shelf and mostly E-rated Gentlebeard modern AUs:

⬥ Mile High Club by @veeagainsttheday [E, 17K] -- You know that feeling where you start a fic and know right away it's going in your list of all time favorites? This is one of those, and I can't stop re-reading it. A heartwarming, instant-soulmates story where Ed and Stede meet as strangers trapped in an American airport after a diverted flight.

⬥ Take a Byte by @oatmilktruther [E, 4K] -- Ed as a top-of-his-game-but-bored-of-it-all hacker harboring a crush on the cute blonde FBI agent who monitors his computer. Adorably funny and hot.

⬥ Up in Smoke by @zombee [T, 4K] -- A charming first/blind date where, under the auspices of a Lucius-directed art project, veteran stoner Ed shows weed-virgin Stede how it's done.

⬥ A Stroke of Luck by wretched_wren [E, 5K] -- Another sweet and funny take on oblivious-Stede discovering new pleasures, this time after he unknowingly signs up himself and best friend Ed for an orgasmic meditation class.

⬥ Restructuring by @elapsed-spiral [E, 50K, WIP] -- Newly penniless Stede navigating life on his own while Ed, a wildly successful but depressed billionaire, falls for him helplessly. My current stop-whatever-I'm-doing-when-a-new-chapter-drops fave, funny and loveable with the bohemian found-family vibes of Phoebe Waller Bridge's Crashing.

⬥ not pickles by smallestchurch [eventually-E, 11K, WIP] -- Instant chemistry between single-and-thriving Ed and his new neighbor, flustered single-dad Stede. In the words of the author's note, "what if what Stede can learn from Ed isn't about a job, but about how to heal? What if Ed's a little farther down that road, as he struggles to figure out What Makes Ed Happy?" What indeed? Get your popcorn, looks like this is gonna be a lovely one.

And a bonus rec for this canon-setting gem:

⬥ All I Have to Pass the Time by sillyteehee [E, 38K] -- If like me you had somehow missed this fic 'til now, you're in for a treat. Set in an alternate canon where Ed's "act of grace" deal is 5 years in prison in exchange for Stede's freedom, this is the series of letters they exchange and all the horny, funny, self-actualizing joys therein.

🏴‍☠️❤️

#ofmd #ofmd fic #ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #our flag means death #ofmd fanfiction #ofmd fic rec #our flag means death fic #blackbeard ofmd #ofmd stede bonnet #edstede #fic recs #fic rec #someday I will learn how to tag I think #but not today

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libroseitm · 28 days

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A birthday present for our dear friend anathxmadevice on twitter and a love letter to our wonderfully mad group chat. You asked for Ed to get railed on the mermaid sofa from animal crossing. Me and @impossiblebird fuckin delivered 😌💛💜

Alice's writing is exquisite as usual, please go and check out the INSANE fic to go with these illustrations here

#ofmd #ofmd fanart #ofmd fanfiction #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #lritmart #Our Flag Means Death

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jellybeanium124 · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Additional Tags: Fluff, Gender Identity, Gender Issues, Trans Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Trans Male Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Trans Stede Bonnet, Agender Character, Agender Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Stede Bonnet Loves Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary:

Before Stede met Ed, saying he was uninitiated in queer stuff was an understatement. But after learning more about the queer community, Stede starts to have some questions about himself. Ed's there to support him no matter what.

thank you to @piratecaptainscaptainpirates for being my sensitivity reader!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #ofmd fanfiction #our flag means fanfic #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

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saltpepperbeard · 8 months

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what if

what if it's like-

"I love you."

My, how wonderful it felt to finally say those words, how wonderful it felt to utter his utmost truth. It came as simply as an exhalation from Stede's lungs, but so, so much purer. It tasted sweeter than anything he had ever said before.

And the importance of such must have instantly resonated; tears leapt to Ed's eyes in a mere blink, his gaze sparkling with all the stars in the sky. Yet...Something very important seemed to be missing. Happiness, pure joy, seemed to be missing. Instead of falling victim to the giddy laughter Stede felt welling up within his own chest, Ed seemed to sort of...crumple before him.

A lump formed in Stede's throat.

"...E-Edward?" he tried weakly, softly.

To further his dismay, those gorgeous eyes averted, staring down at their feet as though Ed was choking on guilt. Perhaps he was.

"Do...do you really?" he asked, quiet and pained, "After all I've done? Seeing who I am?"

Ah.

Stede let out another little breath. The questions registered in his mind, but didn't deter him in the slightest. Very much the opposite; he took a small step forward, reached with both hands, and framed Ed's lovely face, softly guiding him to look back up.

"Yes. Yes, Ed. Yes. Because, you know who I see?" He softly ran his thumbs against those darling cheeks, grounding them both that much more. "I see the most astounding, wonderful, beautiful man standing before me, and I love him with all that I am. I love you so much."

Ed let out a shaky noise, and the sheen within his eyes broke, racing down his cheeks and hitting Stede's fingers in trails of falling stars. Again, Stede was only drawn forward further, leaning their faces closer together.

"I love everything about you," he whispered tenderly, reverently, "I love being near you. Breathing the same air."

He punctuated his point by boldly leaning their foreheads together, nestling so close that there was only a whisper between them.

"I love you from the very bottom of my heart, Edward Teach."

And following such, their lips spoke the rest.

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ket's 2023 favorite fanfiction reads!

here ye here ye! come one come all to hear about my Favorite Fics of 2023! A surprising number of these aren't even complete, but isn't that just how the cookie crumbles sometimes. I highly recommend all of these, completed or not! Most are Gentlebeard, but the last two are little wildcards! Fics that had their word count marked with an asterisk are incomplete.

Once Upon a Summer in San Francisco by samwise | E | 209k*

A charming and thrilling AU set in San Francisco in 1978. Ed, a career drug dealer, meets Stede during a music festival after getting drugged by his office co-workers. They become intertwined in a relationship that puts both of them in new territory. I think my favorite part of this fic is all of the music and fashion references, as well as how all the crew members (and others!) are woven into the story. All the side relationships are adorable, and Stede and Mary have an ADORABLE friendship that I can't get enough of.

2. In Favor With Their Stars by @mxmollusca | M | ~62k

This fic was my introduction to sci-fi AUs in this fandom! It's a gripping story that follows Ed, an engineer who finds himself awoken early from cryostasis on an "interplanetary research vessel" travelling to Jupiter's moon, Europa. Ed soon discovers that the ship's artificial intelligence, STE/DE, is likely sentient. Chaos and love ensues as they spend several months together, flying through the void. This story is uniquely multi-media, told through prose, code, poetry, audio transcripts, and even music!

3. Famine and Feast by zemph147 (@gaypiratebrainrot) | E | ~19k

This fic is a HILARIOUS and fascinating modern AU where Ed is the owner and head chef of his fine dining restaurant, Blackbeard. He finds himself full of renewed passion for his craft after tasting the menu of The Revenge, a new food truck owned by one Stede Bonnet. As someone who works in a kitchen and LOVES any media about food, this fic really indulged me. The description of every dish had my mouth watering!

4. Kalahari Down by @oatmilktruther | E | 31k*

Kalahari Down is a wild and stylized fic, written from Ed's pov as a 19 year old rancher working in Montana on Bonnet Ranch. When Stede returns home from boarding school, the two boys find themselves whipped up into a Brokeback Mountain-esque romance. However, canon-typical miscommunications make their journey a rocky one. This fic is INSANE in the way that it's written, and absolutely must be read in a southern accent (or at least, that's how I have to read it in my head :3). The series is smartly inspired by the eponymous album by Orville Peck, Bronco. Each chapter takes the name of a song written by him, and the vibes certainly shine through. It's hard to say since it's yet to be completed, but it's certainly lining up to be one of my favorite ofmd fics of all time.

5. Fine Wires by Nospaceforjack, ThePirateRoo | E | ~114k

Set in London, 1887, this fic follows the meeting of Blackbeard, the infamous burglar, and The Gentleman Thief, new to a life of crime. The two men are quickly charmed by each other, but their relationship becomes caught in the clutches of the law chasing them as well as Stede's need to prove himself. This story is charming in aesthetic, originally an AMAU, and is told through collages of images, letters, composed ambient music, as well as prose. The setting really comes to life with the mixture of multimedia content along with amazing description.

6. Liquid Gold by @perkynurples | M | ~79k

This is another modern AU that was originally an SMAU! Stede returns to his family's summer home in following his divorce from Mary in an attempt to reconnect with himself. He takes to beekeeping, a hobby his mother enjoyed in his youth, and it soon connects him to resident beekeeper, Edward Teach. They become swept into a honey sweet relationship where they uncover more mysteries than they ever expected to. This fic is ADORABLE as much as it is captivating, and as a beekeeper myself, this fic holds a special place in my heart <3

7. not pickles by smallestchurch | E | ~83k

Yay another modern AU! This one is an Ed pov, and really focuses on Ed's progression through his mental health struggles and such. Ed and Stede live in the same apartment building, and Ed finds himself pulled into Stede's adorable family, whether he likes it or not (he does). There's plenty of adorable Alma/Louis content in this one, and Ed is no surprise GREAT with kids. It's heartwarming, gut-wrenching, and tear-jerking all in one! Total triple threat.

8. the knife and the throat by darcylindbergh (@forpiratereasons) | E | ~35k*

This is a post-s1 canon fix-it fic that is just SWARMING with all kinds of delicious angst. After Stede fights to reunite with Ed, he finds that healing their relationship won't be nearly as easy as the gut wound he's given when he tries. This fic alternates pov, but I'm especially entranced by the way Ed is written in particular. This fic hasn't been updated in a while, but the author told me that they hope to complete it eventually! Finished or not, it's a great read.

9. if i was pure, you know i would by bitethehands | E | ~2k

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! This fic is a delicious body horror one-shot where Izzy is immortal and Kraken era Blackbeard finds that *fascinating.* It's gruesome and horrifying and so well-written.

10. bend over, doll (it's all a game) by Sweveris | E | ~91k

Modern AU with a sick twist! Edward is the leader of a crime ring and married to Stede Bonnet. Ed is quick to discover that his husband is less than faithful, but decides to play along for a while, just to see where it goes. Everyone in this fic is TERRIBLE and it's AMAZING. I usually hate fics with Calico Jack in them, but somehow this one coaxed me into reading full chapters from his pov. There's also some really yummy Stizzy content that simmers throughout.

//And that's that! I have plenty of honorable mentions that I'll probably add soon, especially if people want more recommendations! Happy New Year, and here's to many lovely fics in 2024!

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