Our Flag Means Death
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“What is it this time? Here to tell me you miss me, and you should never have let me go?”
The blood left Stede’s face.
“Or you’ll tell me you hate me,” Ed continued, “Is that it? You want to watch me bleed tonight?” His eyes raked over Stede. “Or maybe you’ll tell me how you want me, and you’ll pull me into bed with you, and turn into ashes in my mouth.”
“If you think this is-”
But Ed kept talking, as if Stede hadn’t spoken. “I don’t know if you’ve heard the news, Stede Bonnet, but the game’s up. You’re not dead anymore. So you can fuck right off. Back to wherever ghosts go.”
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Ed's been seeing ghosts. Stede's got something to get off his chest.
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“The fuck happened to your face?” Jim grunts, nodding towards Ed.
“And your clothes?” Wee John adds with an arched brow at Stede.
“Yes yes there is much to catch you all up on but-”
“Yeah there is,” Ed drawls, throwing an arm around Stede and winking.
“Oh my god. It’s finally happened,” Lucius breathes out.
“I called it! Pay up you fuckers!” Roach crows.
Ed and Stede are together and content. Time to return to their family.
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- Part 2 of No Strings on Me
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The first time Ed sees Stede again, he tries to kill him.
Stede supposes he should have seen this coming. He also supposes that asking "What on Earth did you do to your face?" could have waited until after he'd attempted an apology.
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- Part 1 of ed x stede <3
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“You,” Ed starts to interrupt him, then stops, clearing his throat. His voice is almost— gritting, cracking in the middle. When he starts again, he’s stronger, but still— shaky. “You made me this? I mean— You made this? For me?”
Stede’s not entirely sure what he means by that, but he has that little bubbling sensation he always gets when Ed is making him happy. It’s this simmering, glowing joy that always rises inside him, like it’s going to blow him up. He’s already smiling.
“I did,” Stede says. Ed sits up properly beside him, and Stede nudges his shoulder, jostles him a bit. “I thought you could use something a little bit soft. Besides me, you know.”
He’s expecting Ed to tease him in response, but instead, he doesn’t speak. He just keeps staring down at the blanket, clutched between his fingers.
or: five times stede did things for ed, and one time ed did something for stede.