4 Works in Cockblock Israel Hands
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His stream starts at six, but Stede makes sure to arrive fashionably late, an entire ten minutes after his show has started, just to avoid seeming too eager.
Stede’s heart skips a beat when the bookmarked page loads. Tonight, Ed’s wearing a cropped black shirt and a black jockstrap and nothing else. His hair is up in a messy bun, loose hairs sticking to his sweaty face and neck where they touch.
GentlemanPirate: You look lovely as always, Ed.
jizzy_hands: hes got two fingers in his asshole
GentlemanPirate: And? He looks lovely.
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“Why the fuck are you here,” Blackbeard growls, bored and dangerous, slanting a glare at Stede.
Stede’s face does a funny little wobble, but he takes a breath and rights himself. “Well. I came to apologize, for leaving you. Not showing up, that night. I should never…” he trails off, clears his throat. “It was badly done of me. It didn’t take me long to figure out what an idiot I’d been, but…it also took me far too long.”
He pauses, takes a step towards (Edward) Blackbeard. “I love you, and I should never have left.”
Edward (Blackbeard) reels.
A gut wound would have been kinder. He is buffeted by a maelstrom of emotions: hurt and anger and hope and more that he can’t name. He digs his fingers hard into the empty shelf in front of him, stripped of its books and knickknacks and frippery because Stede was gone and Edward hadn’t been able to hold it together for one more minute on a ship so full of his presence.
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or: Another post-s1 fixit, featuring desperately fucked up pirates who don't know how to be happy yet, but are going to have a lot of angsty sex about it.
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- Part 2 of we should just kiss like real people do
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Stede sets off to fulfill his dreams of discovering mythical creatures. First, he stops at a bar and meets some mysterious dude named Ed.
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Blackbeard kills kids.
Only the really naughty ones though, the ones who deserved it. That’s what Black Pete had said to Stede, only a few short days before their fated meeting with said infamous pirate captain. It hadn’t really processed at the time, just another barely believable description of the mythical man idolised by Stede’s fanciful employee. It isn’t true. It can’t be. The man standing in front of Stede now has only killed one person, he’d said as much.
But Stede had watched him order the deaths of men. Blackbeard may not have been the one to do it, but his body count was higher than a singular digit. He was perfectly capable of being the monster so many believed him to be.
Stede holds the wailing baby closer. He meets Ed’s expression with one that he hopes is defiant, or determined. Something strong.
“She’s coming with us,” he says and his tone is a challenge.