1 - 20 of 81 Works by captain_cappy
Navigation
Listing Works
-
Tags
Summary
The snow might be good. For all the intruders who might come find them, at least he’d be able to see where they come from. The birds are mostly gone, but the chickadees are loud enough to give warning. Ed’s rehearsed the fake battle in his mind so many times he can see it as a near memory.
or: the thoughts that karma might catch up with ed and stede at the inn are suddenly too much for ed to bear.
Series
- Part 2 of vignettes from an inn
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,349
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 1
- Hits:
- 7
-
Tags
Summary
His imagination gets far too big like this; loud and booming, words zipping around him as fast as a cheetah. Stede can’t tell what’s his own thoughts or the crew’s voices as a few of them crowd around him.
He wants Ed.
or, stede gets stuck to the mast, his new friend, Ed, has to come to the rescue.
for OFMD whumptober — wound-tending & age-regression
-
Tags
Summary
“ — leave me a message, and I’ll probably listen to it at some point. ‘Kay!”
There’s a moment of silence before the beep, and Stede wishes he could stretch it out. He loves Ed so much. So much. It’s just barely dark outside. Ed must be making dinner. Stede asked for pasta, earlier. Distantly, he wonders if the water’s boiling.
Something clarifies in Stede’s mind, slotting into place. He’d hate to ruin Ed’s meal. As the phone sharply beeps, Stede presses down harder on his stomach.
“Ed, darling,” He starts. He wants to cry. He thinks he might already be. Ed’s the darlingest man who has ever set foot on this earth. “I don’t think I’m going to be home— hmm.” His stomach hurts. “I don’t. I don’t think I’m going to be home in time for supper. I’m sorry. I just might be a little bit late. Sorry. I love you, Ed."
-
little talks, but stede's POV!for day 10 of OFMD whumptober: hidden injury, "i'm sorry"
Series
- Part 2 of mummy verse
-
Tags
Summary
“Ed, darling. I don’t think I’m going to be home— hmm. I don’t. I don’t think I’m going to be home in time for supper. I’m sorry. I just might be a little bit late—”
Ed saves the message. He wipes his eyes with the hand he holds his phone with, not wanting to let Mummy see him cry.
“See? He’s perfectly fine," he tells her. She looks up at him with eyes like galaxies. "Just you and me for dinner tonight, though.”
Mummy meows.
-
for whumptober day 8, "modern au", "bleeding out", & "voicemail".
Series
- Part 1 of mummy verse
-
Tags
Summary
the general consensus seems to be, kill the wasp. that’s humane. it takes away the pain. i look at the wasp. it looks at the stars.
“freeze it, drown it, crush it,” are the machines suggestions. my room has no freezer, and i have nothing to drown it in.
i do, though, have a slipper.
-
Tags
Summary
“Good morning.” Stede smiles.
“Have you been awake this whole time? You perv.” Ed says.
Stede falls back, hiding in Ed’s neck again. “Maybe.”
Series
- Part 17 of vignettes from an inn
-
Tags
Summary
“Hey,” Ed says, gently, not to catch him off guard. “What’s up?”
Stede looks back to him, eyes as wide as saucers. “Nothing.” He says.
“Nothing?”
“Mm-hm.” Stede says, nodding, before he goes back to study his items. He looks different. He looks—
Ahh, Ed thinks.
-
Tags
Summary
Ed stares at Stede. Stede stares at Ed. The porn mag goes floppy in Ed’s hand.
“Don’t be a hater, man. This was hot shit.”
“Ed. Look at it.”
“Holy shit.” Ed whispers. “Stede.”
“T’was I!” Stede says, dramatically. He does a little spin for effect— validated in the way Ed’s eyes go all wolfish. “The gentleman lover!"
-
or, stede's short lived modelling career comes back to him, when he thought it was forever forgotten.
-
Tags
Summary
Dear Stede,
You’re sleeping right now, and I don’t want to wake you cause I know you need the rest. But I’m bored. Like I’m so fucking bored. So I’m doing the next best thing— Stede Bonnet style, I’m writing you a letter.
Series
- Part 1 of lovely letters
-
equivalent butterfly madness by captain_cappy for Aletea
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
23 Jun 2025
Tags
Summary
When Jim started off at Queen Anne’s Racks, their expectations of the place were not high whatsoever.
They never expected the QAR to give them so much structure in life— their best friends, their partners, a community in kind with their coworkers. Besides all of the actual work they had to do (boo!) Jim was grateful for it all. It was a wonky sort of perfect.
There was one part, though, not quite reaching perfection.
(Or: Jim was good at their job. Just not around Archie.)
-
Tags
Summary
There’s a bug buzzing through Stede’s body. Sometimes it’s silent, and sometimes it’s so loud it hurts. It gets stronger and stronger the more Stede ignores it. It gets quiet when he cries. It's a weird thing, this bug. It changes so much, but never seems to leave.
-
Tags
Summary
He runs out in front of the inn, getting the whole house in his view. Nobody’s by the window, and there’s no track going south, or north. Just the normal path to the garden.
“Stede!” Ed begins to panic. “Where are you? You okay?”
“Well, you don’t have to yell.” He hears softly, from below him.
All of Ed’s breath wooshes out of him at once. Stede’s laying down, arms behind his head, cushioned by a patch of overgrown wildflowers.
“You’re such a dick.” Ed mutters. “Give a man a heart attack.”
Series
- Part 16 of vignettes from an inn
-
Tags
Summary
The tree in front of Stede looks just like the one he just passed. He touches its bark. It feels the same, too. He’s falling deep into this rabbit hole of familiarity; Alice drifting down, floating on the air like a plum pine leaf. But he’s not her— the forest floor is steady below his feet, the air is sharp and cold, and the moon just keeps sluggishly drifting through the night sky. There’s no jesting rabbit, or gentle course home.
A snap of branches sound from behind him.
Shit.
He has to keep moving.
Series
- Part 15 of vignettes from an inn
-
Tags
Summary
Ed thinks of a thousand more reasons they should turn around and go home. Heatstroke. Bears. Food poisoning. Grizzly bears.
Just as he’s about to spew a few made up statistics about hibernation and ruthless mauling, Stede runs away from him. A stall where crystals glimmer in the sunshine has caught his attention. Ed watches Stede grab a big, spikey red one. It fills the entire space of his palm. Bingo.
-
for AUpril day 6, random tarot pull
Series
- Part 3 of vignettes from an inn
-
Tags
Summary
It’s the way he sleeps.
Sprawled. Brutal. Uncaring. He snores up a storm; humming and hawing and snorting throughout the night. The sound is decibels too loud. It’s ungraceful, and crass, and if Stede knew he did it he’d be blubbering and beet-red in seconds.
Ed thinks it’s nice.
-
Tags
Summary
This fishing thing’s a scam.
Ed thought leading life from behind a fishing pole would be therapeutic— the come and go, the cast and reel— nothing but time to sit by the water and think.
Thinking, though, has its repercussions. There’s a point in thinking of your life chronologically, up and down, that you land on some tender subjects.
No fish, today. Not so far. The water ripples.
-
Tags
Summary
Ed uses Stede’s shoulder as a crutch as she hops to her feet. She makes her way to the front of the boat, untying the bow line, then runs back to the wheel, maneuvering them out.
She looks to Stede, who stares at her, mouth agape.
“All good?” Ed asks.
For a moment it’s silent, until Stede says, rushed, “Yes! I’m just impressed, is all. With all your skills.”
If the situation was any different, Ed would assume her skills mean her ass in this bikini, but she’s had a hard time figuring Stede out. Maybe she is just truly gobsmacked over Ed’s ability to untie a cleat hitch.
Series
- Part 1 of lazy ocean
-
Tags
Summary
Gently, Ed opens the window. Stede, still sleep-fuzzy, frowns. “Yes, it’s quite nice outside,” Stede says through a yawn. “But the sun’s not even up—”
He stops. His eyes light up. (Ed’s follow, in kind.)
“Oh, my.” Stede whispers. “What is that?”
“I told you we had visitors.” A group of animals sit out by their garden. Four— two large and two small. They’re big things; rotund, gentle things with brown fur. They gently chomp down on the carrot tops that peek out of the dirt.
-
or, in the break of a monotonous string of days, stede and ed make some friends <3 -
Tags
Summary
Ed!
Stede must be somewhere close. Maybe he’s swimming. Ed smiles. Guy should have fucking gills, he’s in the water so much. Ed likes that. (And, when he comes running up to Ed after to give him cold shock hugs, and how soft and curly the saltwater makes his hair, and how Stede will make Ed lather aloe all over his back even when he’s not burnt.) Ed likes all of it.
“Ed?”
So fucking loud— Ed opens his eyes.
Ah.
He’s in a bed. His bed. His and Stede’s bed. Stede’s standing beside him, hand on his shoulder, about to shake him awake. A decidedly dry Stede.
“There you are.” Stede says. “You sleep like the dead.”-
or, a clement day becomes something more.
Series
- Part 14 of vignettes from an inn
-
Tags
Summary
Stede huffs a laugh, and walks up to where Ed stands. “Are you okay?” He asks. Stede half-expects an argument, but Ed just sighs. “I think so. Are you?”
Stede shrugs. “Kind of sore.”
A hand traces the slash at Stede’s brow. He winces. He had forgotten about it, all his worry about Ed, but it’s still sluggish dripping blood, starch around his neck.
“You poor thing.” Ed whispers. “God, look at what they’ve done to you.”
-
ed and stede, after the fight.
inspired by the David Jenkins bluesky christmas episode ok sorryyyyyyy