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The crew's up to something. Ed may not know what yet, but he can smell a plot brewing a mile off. It's not the festival air that's taken over the ship that's got him confused, nor even all the hastily-stifled grins. He's sailed under his share of captains over whose graves he'd have drunk a celebratory bottle of rum, while singing, and then had a nice, long piss to wash the dust off the headstone. No, what's keeping him from cornering the nearest man against a wall with a knife to their throat is all the damn giggling.
He's weathered, joined, and instigated plenty of mutinies in his time, but giggling...that's a new one.
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Stede stalks over to the shelf just left of the fireplace, and strokes a finger along the leatherbound spines until he finds the one he’s looking for. With a flourish, he pulls the title from the bookshelf and turns to face Edward as the shelf swings out from the wall—only to reveal a second, smaller bookshelf behind it.
Ed’s face is not flushed with awe, as Stede had expected. Instead, an indecipherable expression overtakes his features. If Stede didn’t know better, he might call it fond.
“What’s a secret bookshelf got to do with fucking?”
Ed discovers Stede’s collection of ye olde bodice rippers.
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“I left my entire life behind to find you,” Stede informs him. “My— family, my home, because that— What I went back to wasn’t my life or my family or my home. Anymore. Because you are.”
Ed tightens his grip on the sword, unable to understand, unable to do anything but understand. He thinks the same horrified wounded animal that screams inside of him is inside of Stede right now, too, begging to be fed.
“But if I’m not that for you,” Stede says, and tilts the sword up just a little bit, until the point brushes the bob of his throat as he speaks. “Then you can kill me now. Because I came here for you, and I’ve got nothing else but you. So, if you won’t have me, just kill me.”
or: stede comes back to the revenge, sees the absolute mess ed has made of himself, and decides there's nothing he won't do to make him happy again.
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The thing is, he can see the way Jack is looking at Stede. Recognizes the lecherous hunger in his gaze. And sure, it makes him a little uncomfortable, in some way he can’t really explain. A kind of prickling under his skin. But he’s resigned himself to that being another thing he has to apologize to Stede for, when…
Stede laughs at one of Jack’s jokes.
It’s not even a particularly funny joke. Something about three drunk men and a roast chicken. The rest of the crew is chuckling along, caught up in the rum and the strange spell of idiocy that Jack seems to cast on everyone around him (including, right up until this moment, Ed). But Stede actually, properly laughs, a delighted peal that only ever bursts out of him when Ed has said something Stede thinks is especially funny. He loves that laugh, feels proud of himself every time he hears it.
He doesn’t love it now.
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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.
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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.