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Stede kneels at the foot of the chest, opens it up, and then looks up at Ed with a blinding smile. “It’s the cursed suit,” he breathes, lifting a red velvet coat out of the chest. “It must have kept getting passed along. Guess it was bad luck for the Dutch,” he adds with a dark chuckle.
“Holy shit,” Ed says as he moves closer to get a good look at it. Stede had told him about the cursed suit and how he’d been reluctant to give it up. “You’re going to hide this from the crew?”
Stede clutches the coat to his chest. “I think I have to! I don’t like keeping secrets, but I couldn’t bear to let it go a second time. I want to keep it, even if you’re the only person who ever sees me in it.”
Ed nods. He very much wants to see Stede in it, and then out of it right after, probably. He doesn’t believe in curses, but he does believe in getting dicked down by Stede Bonnet.
An idea forms. A fuckery, if you will, though of a minor sort. The buzzing in Ed’s mind quiets a little bit as he tells Stede, “I have an idea…
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Ed's brain is full of bees until Stede finds the red suit on a raid, and brings it back to the Revenge in secret. He and Ed send the crew off on a vacation so they can fuck about it.
Series
- Part 4 of Stede’s Slutty Shirt Era