#izzy: wouldn't you rather have like a doll or something?

[jellybeanium124]

stede and mabel pines would so be besties. he would also pick grappling hook.

#izzy: wouldn't you rather have like a doll or something? #stede: *shoots the ceiling beam and flies up* grappling hook! #ofmd #our flag means death

[downinthehull]

Unfinished fic #1

this is a fic i've been trying to write for a couple weeks, and never make any progress on it, so i'm just putting it here <3

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"C'mon Stede," Ed gently taps on Stede's shoulder, trying to wake him up. "I need to get up."

The blond man doesn't move at all, just grumbles tiredly. Not wanting to get up when he's so comfortable. When he's so content with everything.

Ed sighs and thinks of giving up on trying to make Stede move.

The Gentleman Pirate was laying half on top of him, far closer than he was when the two had fallen asleep. His head resting on Ed's chest, right over his heart. The man's nightcap had fallen off at some point during the night, exposing his soft, silky, blond hair that Ed can't help but play with.

Stede nuzzles up into Ed's neck and mumbles something that is followed by a quiet giggle.

He didn't exactly hear what his love was trying to say, but he definitely heard his lovely, still sleepy sounding giggle. It's a lovely sound. A sound that Edward could listen to over and over again and never grow tired of.

"What was that, doll?"

There's another small giggle and then Stede finally sits up.

"Your-" Stede waves his hands in front of his face, but mostly around his chin and jaw. "it tickles."

"My stubble?" Ed questions with a teasing chuckle.

Stede just grows a very excited smile and nods. "Yes! that! Your-stubble.." He still looks rather tired, but also doesn't seem like he wants to go back to sleep.

Ed can tell right away that today was a little different. A nice different. One that only happens every so often, but is certainly very easily spotted. Whether it's Stede's body language, his general behavior, or even just the words he uses.

Today Ed could tell from his eyes. And maybe the giggles helped.

The blond man finds his nightcap and holds onto it while staring intently at his co-captain's face.

"Is it really time to get up?"

Ed just sighs and runs a hand through Stede's hair. Usually only Edward himself gets up at this time, letting the Gentleman Pirate sleep in for a few more hours. Or, at least until breakfast is ready.

"You could always go back to sleep, love."

A pout makes its way onto the blond man's tired face. He wasn't ready to get up, but he also didn't want to go back to sleep.

Stede takes one of Ed's hands in both of his, letting go of the nightcap and shifting his gaze from Ed's face to his hand as he starts fiddling with one of the rings adorning it.

Surprisingly, one of Ed's favorite things is holding Stede's hand. The way his soft, barely calloused, hand fits with Ed's own very callused and strong hand.

"Do you have to go?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

He honestly wouldn't be opposed to staying in bed a little while longer. He's sure that if he is absolutely needed, Izzy or one of the other crew members would come to fetch him.

He gets a soft, "Yes.." in response, which sounds sort of guilty.

A usual thing by now on days like this. He's always seemed so guilty to ask for things that he wanted although Ed has let him know over and over again that it's okay.

His lovely co-captain did seem sad at the idea of being left alone, and the very last thing he wants to do is make him sad.

So really, there's no other option.

It seems like Ed will have to stay in bed a little longer with Stede. Which is obviously a fate worse than death.

"Then I'll stay!" Ed says, trying to cheer Stede up. "Rather stay in bed with you anyway."

This, thankfully, makes Stede smile. Although he still seems a little hesitant, it's nothing that Ed can't fix.

#fandom agere #age regression #sfw #our flag means death #ofmd #fanfiction #edward teach #stede bonnet #fanfic #unfinished fic #small stede