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A sequel to Captain Bonnet's Finest Thing
It's been a while since Ed was resurrected from the gravy basket and he thinks he’s doing quite well, actually — that is, until his captain and the crew decide some change is in order.
Started for OFMD Kinktober 2024 Day 24: Object Insertion | Collar
Finished for Kinktober 2025 Day 1: Masturbation | Orgasm Control + Bonus: Free Use
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- Part 2 of Finest Thing Series
- Part 3 of Kinktober 2025
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“My sweet, it’s going to be okay. No one is here but us. We’ll be okay.”
The Captain looked up at his friend for the first time since all this began, eyes blurry with tears unshed. “It’s not okay,” he rasped out finally.
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Frenchie has not been doing okay lately and Roach is here to help.
Written for Frenchie Week Day Five: To Death We Go
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“It looks like there’s a small ship approaching but the fog is too thick to make out how well armed it is. You think it’ll pass by, Ed?”
Ed hummed as he looked through the spyglass. It was true that it was hard to make out detail on the approaching vessel but Ed could tell it was roughly the same size as the Revenge. “I wouldn’t bet on it. I’d get everyone prepared for a potential boarding. It’s possible we can intimidate them enough that they’ll leave us alone. But if we’ve been becalmed I’m certain they have too and a bored crew is a dangerous one.” Ed studied the ship again and his heart dropped. He whipped his head around looking at the ocean then back at the Revenge and back to the ocean again. Stede watched the color drain from his face and panic blossom behind his eyes. Before Stede could say anything Ed turned and looked him in the eyes.
“Get below deck now!” Ed ordered.
Inspired by Jordan Peele’s movie Us. Don’t ask me how that makes sense in canon era I don’t know. Just roll with the logical fallacies.
During Ed and Stede’s honeymoon a mysterious fog rolls in. The ship in the fog is eerily reminiscent of the Revenge and its crew even more so.
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“How long have you been doing this?” asks Izzy, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.
“God, ages. Decades,” says Wee John, “Started when I was a kid. It just feels right, you know?”
Izzy doesn’t answer straight away, and Wee John doesn't press him. When he draws back, though, surveying Izzy’s magenta lip and the gold dust on his eyelids, the smaller man releases a sigh. Breath, stolen from lungs.
“Yeah,” says Izzy, “Yeah, I think I do know.”----
The crew all notice the change in Izzy's demeanor after Wee John helps him find his look. He's happier, more relaxed, more himself. Not to mention that he looks utterly gorgeous. One by one, and all for different reasons, a few other crew members and both captains get curious.
Wee John usually is opposed to hard work. But if it's for a good cause, and if he gets to use his creativity, he may be willing to indulge them all, with only minor complaining.
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You Bet Your Sweet Ass (or The Knave of Hearts Kissed the King of Diamonds) by GildedCage (DemonicHoarde)
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
30 Sep 2023
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It had been a long and emotional night. The fancy party had ended in mayhem and fire. And acts of gentle heroism.
Ed was feeling a bit foolish, all dressed up with nowhere to go.
Then Stede had presented him with his red, silk handkerchief, neatly folded, and placed it in his pocket, in the moonlight.
Driven by an impulse neither can identify, they decide the evening's entertainments don't have to end, and embark on a friendly card game, spiced up with a few harmless wagers.
Stede couldn’t shake the thought that there had been something between them. Something fragile but enticing. A sparkling, magnetic sort of pull that had come into being when Stede had placed the handkerchief in Ed’s pocket and had lasted beyond their slightly awkward goodnight’s, drawing them to turn towards each other, even as they tried to part.
Ed had debated, back and forth, with himself about whether or not to give in to the weird instinct he felt. The one luring him to go to Stede, like the thrall of a siren’s song. He had leaned on the rail, watching the moon encrust the crests of the waves with diamonds, and had tried to work out why he had come so close to kissing Stede.