#ofmd minific

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

"What about this one?"

Ed tucked his smile against Stede's bare shoulder as he felt Stede's fingers circle around his wrist, and he propped himself up properly, folding his hand beneath his chin. The scar on the side of his wrist was a skinny, fishhook-shaped thing, faded with age. "Must've been about...I dunno, nineteen, maybe? Tried to impress some guy by spinning my knife around my finger and it slipped."

Stede, encouraged by Ed's huff and fond eyeroll at his teenage antics, laughed, the arm around Ed's shoulders pressing down into the small of his back.

This was a game they played, sometimes. Stede picked the smaller scars, most of the time, the ones without too much baggage. He'd never asked about the ugly knotted scar above Ed's hip, or the nasty twisted thing that pushed his kneecap sideways, or the faded X carved over Ed's heart, and definitely not the even, uniform scars on his thighs that had been covered up with shaky tattoos of flowers and hearts and sharks.

There were lots of scars that weren't those, and Ed didn't mind most of them. Past foolishness, past bravery. Stede's favorite scars were the cluster of puncture scars on Ed's tummy and the long, swooping scar under his chest, because they were proof of living, of outsmarting the world. He liked to lick the scar under Ed's chest during intimate moments to make him whimper, knew just how to rest his hand on that sensitive patch of tummy to make Ed gasp.

And, tonight, Ed was halfway towards taking this little game somewhere. He had a very convenient scar from his twenties (didn't fully clear the railing during yardies and landed on a deeply unfortunate section of wood) right along the crease of his hip that Stede could explore -

Stede's voice turned thoughtful, then, his fingers trailing over Ed's shoulder blades. "Don't tell me if you don't want to. But what about...these?"

Ed practically bit his tongue. Those things were faded to hell, only really visible along his shoulders though they'd once stretched down to the small of his back. They were from the first and only time he'd ever gotten flogged.

Ed pushed himself up, resting fully on top of Stede's chest, now, his arms crossed under his chin. "So," he started. "I don't think I'd turned fifteen yet."

"Oh, Ed," Stede whispered, his face crinkling with sympathy.

Yeah, Ed thought, he wanted to get this one out. Pretty often, Stede's reactions to the rough ones felt like cleaning an old wound.

See, if his plan for that day had worked, he probably would've described it as his first fuckery. Because he meant to get caught stealing extra food, and he'd had a plan that seemed perfect.

He'd been sailing on ol' Hornigold's crew for maybe three months. And one of the other cabin boys looked out for the fresh ones. He was a couple years older than Ed, always shared the food he stole and never got caught. Ed had had the biggest crush of his young life on Felix.

Now, Jack had told him one night that floggings weren't shit. Jack was about Ed's age, but he'd been around longer, so Ed had believed him. Jack had said there was nothing to it, you just had to bite your tongue a bit and it'd be over before you knew it.

Ed should've known something was up when he'd winked at Jack and Felix over his shoulder as he was marched to the mast and they'd looked scared out of their heads. He'd stuck his tongue out at them through his smile, cheerfully admitted to his charges, imagining laying in Felix's arms that night as Felix gently patched him up -

The first strike took the breath out of Ed's lungs. He'd screamed himself hoarse by the time it was finally, finally over, laid there on the deck sobbing for much longer as Jack and Felix tried to stand him up.

The worst part was how the older guys laughed, even the ones Ed had thought were pretty cool just that morning. Ed would never look at anyone the same again, for as long as he lived.

He had wound up in Felix's arms that night, but he'd still been too busy crying his eyes out to really appreciate it.

"Pretty fucked up," Ed concluded. Stede's face was all crumpled up, his lip wobbling, and Ed gently cupped his face in his hands. "I'm alright, babe, c'mon. I'm right here."

Stede's voice was steady enough. "Are we sure everyone who laughed at you is already dead?"

"Yeah," Ed snorted, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of Stede's nose. "Stede, man, really, it was so long ago -"

"That's the worst part," Stede said. "You were fourteen, Ed! You deserved so, so much better."

Ed paused.

Stede met his eyes, taking Ed's hand and holding it tight between both of his. "You deserved so much better," he said firmly. "You are precious, Ed, and you deserve to be treated like it."

Maybe Ed couldn't fully believe that, not all the way, not just yet. But he wrapped his arms around Stede, tucking himself in sound and safe. "You treat me like I'm precious."

Stede's hand landed on his shoulders, rubbing gently, like he was trying to soothe the pain of decades-old wounds. "Making up for lots of lost time."

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #ofmd minific #whump #tw injury #this wasn't enough for a full fic but i thought it was still compelling enough to share!

[shiplessoceans]

What if episode 4 starts and Ed and Stede start arguing like: "Where the fuck were you, you fucking dick?!"..."Oh I might as well ask you what you've been up to! I've got a traumatised crew because of what you've put them through!"

Mid argument we cut to the deck where you can see the crew all sitting there awkwardly, averting each other's eyes and pretending they're not overhearing the shouting match down below. Mum and dad are fighting vibes. Lucius rolls his eyes and asks if anyone wants a cigarette.

Cut to later in the episode they've made up and the crew are relieved to see them getting along. They retire for the evening and then we follow Ed and Stede to their quarters and it's on. It's happening. Clothes are being ripped off, it's frenzied and passionate. They make out like horny teenagers and then Ed drops to his knees and we see Stede's eyes widen as he lets out a loud, long moan. And then we:

Smash cut to the deck where the crew are sitting. Awkwardly averting each others eyes at the definite loud moans, impassioned cries and satisfied grunts from down below.

After an uncomfortably long beat, Lucius speaks:

"I can't believe I'm gonna say this ... But I think I liked it better when they were fighting."

#ofmd season 2 #ofmd minific #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #gentlebeard #ofmd s2 spoilers

[ayashitetsuko]

Izzy is sick and tired of the fact that Ed always leaves his dirty laundry on the floor

Izzy: I need you put all these dirty clothes inside the basket

Ed: But I don’t know how 🥺

Izzy: What … It’s so easy!

Izzy: (Takes off shirt) Look, whenever you take off your clothes … don’t drop it to the floor! Go straight into the basket, or you will forget about it … See? The same goes with the pants. Why do I have to teach you this?

It took Izzy quite a long time to realise that he had been tricked into performing a striptease by his husband.

#izzy hands #ed teach #modern au #minific #ofmd fics #old married couple

[mothdogs]

Me losing my goddamn mind about Baldur’s Gate 3 🤝🏻 My partner losing her goddamn mind about Spirk and writing daily minifics for Spirktober 🤝🏻 Both of us losing our goddamn minds about OFMD season 2

It’s good to be back babey

#my mind is staying BUSY and BUZZING and I am absorbing so much art inspiration #text #k.

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Old Vest

by Anonymous

1 prompt, 2 parts

1) Months after getting back together with Ed, Stede tries on an old vest, and it doesn't quite go as planned.

2) Stede and Ed have been in a traditional feeder/feedee relationship, but Stede wants to mix things up. Ed happily agrees.

Words: 1174, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of S's OFMD tummy fics

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Weight Gain, Fluff, Post-Episode: s01e10 Wherever You Go There You Are, Drabble, Mini, Minific, Stuffing

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44590930

#Our flag means death #ofmd

[shiplessoceans]

Something something Ed suggests they fuck and Stede declines, leaving Ed dumbfounded and a little hurt

"Oh. Okay, I mean we don't have to I just thought..."

"Ed don't misunderstand! It's not that I don't desire you, I do! You've no idea how much."

"Then why don't you wanna...?"

"Well I've never...I mean... Not with..."

"Oh! Nah mate don't sweat it, I'll show you what goes where..."

"No, no, no it's not that I... Ed I fathered two children with a woman I didn't love. And every night I would read stories about big adventures and whirlwind romance and I'd wonder if I'd ever get feel like that."

"Okay..."

"And then I met you and suddenly I knew what it felt like. Because I fell in love. I deeply love you, Ed. If I wanted to just fuck, I could do that with anyone."

"Stede..."

"What I really want, if you're amenable of course... is for you to make love to me."

---

And that, I imagine, would be the end of that discussion...nostly because Ed would pounce on him so fucking fast.

#ofmd minific #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #ofmd #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers

[shiplessoceans]

Ed is sitting on a log in front of a makeshift fire on the beach. The last sliver of sun has just dissolved into the horizon, and he's watching Stede and his crew play a fairly simple game Frenchie invented involving a rum bottle, a coconut and a balancing act where the crew loudly count how many seconds each of them in turn can keep everything suspended on their head. From what Ed can make out, Buttons is currently in the lead and Stede is up next.

Izzy wanders over from where he's been lurking at a distance and sits beside Ed, leaving a large gap. Long gone is the comfort and familiarity between them, replaced with a tense iciness a mile wide. A lot has happened and they haven't actually talked in a while now. Their last conversation had been...

Adversarial to say the least.

Ed glances as Izzy sits, but doesn't say anything, turning back to watch Stede and smiling fondly. Izzy eventually breaks the uncomfortable silence.

"Nice day for it."

Ed doesn't answer him. Let him sit if he wants, but be buggered if he'll engage the bastard in conversation.

Izzy continues talking, picking up a random hunk of wood and begins stripping the bark off it.

"You seem good... happy."

Ed abandons silence as a tactic and his response is quick and cutting.

"No thanks to you."

Izzy flinches but doesn't seem put off. He nods in the direction of the crew and their game.

"Bonnet looks happy too."

Stede hasn't beat Buttons record but he bows anyway as the crew cheers his effort. Olu is up next.

Ed's doesn't like hearing Stede's name come out of Izzy's mouth. He lets out a grunt of assent that might also be a growl. A warning.

Izzy watches him for a moment, continuing to tear strips off the timber he's whittling down to nothing.

"So it's him, then?"

Ed turns his head slowly and gives Izzy a cold stare. Daring him to start something. His next words are low and gruff and brook no uncertainty.

"Yeah. It's him."

Izzy returns the stare calmly. Ed's surprised to note that Izzy looks...tired.

Izzy nods once and drops the stick he's holding, and runs a hand through his hair before leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees to watch the contest, hands dangling between his legs.

Olu doesn't last as long as Stede but he contributed more to the Rum bottle's emptiness to begin with so he's having trouble balancing even without any objects on his head. Stede still leads the crew in cheering his valiant effort.

Ed is surprised when some time later, Izzy speaks again.

"I suppose as pirates go... you could do worse."

Ed can't help the surprise that crosses his face, raising his eyebrows. There's a concession he never thought he'd hear in his lifetime. Izzy is surrendering. He feels himself begin to relax.

"...don't get me wrong, he's still a knob."

Ed chuckles, quietly accepting the truce he's being offered as he responds dryly.

"Guess I have a type."

Izzy huffs out a laugh and then lowers his head, taking in a shuddering breath, steeling himself.

"For what it's worth... Edward, I'm sorry...for all of it."

Ed let's his eyes close. He feels very sad all of a sudden. Izzy has broken the dam and now he can't seem to stop apologising.

"...I can't explain myself I just... I thought I was helping you, but I know now I was just trying to...help myself I guess, fuck knows. But everything I did just made things worse and you were so...miserable for so long and I just...I didn't want to hear it and..."

Ed lifts a hand.

"Iz, mate stop. It's alright. I get it."

Izzy turns to look hard at him with eyes that seem desperate and a tiny bit afraid.

"Do you?"

Ed hears the weight in the words and nods slowly, gesturing over to where Stede is currently mediating a dispute over whether the coconut can be switched for a rounder one mid-game and if doing so would trigger a do-over.

"We were gonna run off together. Him and me. I made an escape plan, Stede was sposed to meet me and he didn't show up. I'd told him...how I felt."

Ed sniffs and shakes his head to clear it before continuing. Izzy is sitting statue still, listening intently.

"You've seen all the bad shit I've been doing lately. Hell you've copped some of the worst of it firsthand. And none of its Stede's fault, but yeah it still fucked me up. So trust me, I know how it feels."

Izzy's brow furrows.

"How what feels?"

Ed blinks.

"Lovin' someone who doesn't want you."

Ed no longer needs to entertain his previously held fantasy of punching the daylights out of Izzy Hands. The look on his face couldn't possibly be anymore apt to that experience than it is now.

Izzy looks horrified and then pained, quickly looking away to hide his face.

Ed turns back to watch the crew, letting the man collect himself. The crew seem to have given up on the game and are now taking impromptu (and slightly inebriated) knife throwing lessons from Jim. Izzy clears his throat and sighs.

"Guess I have a type."

Ed laughs out loud at that, Izzy joins him and they both chuckle, wheezing laughter helping deflate the remaining tension like the last gasp of air from a balloon.

Ed sighs and they both sit in a comfortable silence, the crackle of the fire, dull rumble of the waves and distant chatter of the crew providing the ambience as the stars begin to appear in the sky.

Stede pauses what he's doing to smile and wave at Ed, who waves back with a matching fond smile.

It really is a bloody great evening, all told.

#this wandered into my brain fully formed #had to write it immediately despite being mid packing frenzy #like an artistic excorcism #sometimes you just gotta get it out #ficlet #ofmd s2 #ofmd fic #this is how i've been processing the trailer #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #gentlebeard #edward teach #izzy hands #i am fascinated to see where this dynamic goes #our flag means death minific