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I just read the last half of stbfl for the zillionth time & plan to finish @unfun_pleasures Rivers boys tonight! Finished @bizarrelilmew's Fine Weddings yesterday, SO GOOD. (Links below)
Stbfl: https://t.co/qBrcsjQJ3u
Rivers: https://t.co/0V8jwqO56n
Five Birthdays and a Funeral (YIKES I GOT THE TITLE WRONG, so sorry @bizarrelilmew):
https://t.co/HNhXQ2OO9y
...grey. The whole world kinda loses color, all just hazy sky and murky water. Gets to be that nothing can surprise you, not the crew, or the routine of the day, or even the fucking weather. And then here you come,” he smiles, raising a hand to hold Stede’s face. “Here you...
...come and suddenly there’s color again. Like literally, because you dressed like a goddamn rainbow, but also there were surprises again. Every day was different. Things that seemed set in stone were now fluid and malleable. Even now, here, in the rhythms we’ve created for...
And When He Speaks, And When He Talks to Me (Music, Mystery) by quiet_compassion
AO3: https://t.co/mnfJMb33v0
Ed takes a deep breath, running a hand over his beard as he thinks through what he wants to say. “When you sail as long as I have, everything starts to feel very...
Blackbeard’s Secret Garden by WellSussed/
@fantome14
AO3: https://t.co/w22J5c2KeQ
“Mate, you showed up here in nipple clamps asking me to take you to the auxiliary dungeon, as a beginner. You’re definitely getting more dates.”
Incognito by @metavenhorst
AO3: https://t.co/NqSEQG9y3H
Stede was, to put it mildly, a seafaring scallywag’s waking wet dream—a contingent which very much included Ed.
I just need some air by hoc_voluerunt/@caeliuspiso
AO3: https://t.co/xME5v4CRrS
Lucius leans in to Stede’s ear. "Want me to spit in his risotto?" he mutters, and Stede has to school his expression into blandness. "You're very kind to offer," he returns, "but no."...
Box Cake Boyfriend by Curupia
AO3: https://t.co/ICQxmzF1wv
“You have the nerve to call me childish when you stand here acting like a spoiled brat. Maybe we should call Mr. Hands back in here so he can take you over his knee. Again.”
Between Futures by @ClaireGregoryAU
AO3: https://t.co/KgpdTg5gsq
"Someone needs to sit beside him and promise him that his life held meaning beyond a thousand Wanted posters. He was wanted, oh, how he was wanted. He was loved, he is loved, and he will be forever."
These violent delights (have violent ends) by
@lokigodofsex
AO3: https://t.co/ilY4FdjnsG
“This one Ed, this is a Bellis perennis,” he picks and holds up a daisy in front of Ed’s eyes, “and it’s, you know, quite a common flower, but it has lots of special properties and I do...
find it quite enchanting, a strong four if anything!” Stede looks at the daisy in his hand fondly and then, after a second, he suddenly leans forward into Ed’s space and tucks it behind his ear. Ed is absolutely dumbstruck. “I may have to correct myself there,” Stede smiles...
little stabs and jangling bells, by @sd__ryan
AO3: https://t.co/abHZqS6XgJ
Podfic: https://t.co/MObPlsPmtT
It’s only when he’s tucked away in the quiet dark, the accusatory remains of Stede’s auxiliary wardrobe hanging like tattered shrouds above him, his every shift...