Author: nomadsland (if they are on Tumblr, please let me know so I can tag them)
Podfic narrator: Kninjaknitter (@lindie-kninjaknitter) (findĀ podfic here)
Words: 56,524 (complete, 16/16 chapters)
Series:Ā Part 1 of Pirates of the Care-i-Bae'n
Starting with a classic, I canāt imagine there are many people in this corner of Tumblr who havenāt read this one. Old Bae Season is on so many top fic lists in this fandom, and for such good reason. It is stunning. (As an aside, it is also one of the fics to blame for making me believe academic conferences must be much sexier than it is surely possible for them to be in reality...)
nomadsland and this fic are a masterclass in writing slow, beautiful, believable reconciliations. They write in a way that shows the hard work and love involved in forgiveness and makes you trust that there is hope. All whilst making your insides wiggly as you wait, as patiently as you can, for them to get there.
I will sometimes be happily going about my day when a line enters my head, unbidden, and destroys me all over again, in the best possible way.
The podfic, too, is a beautiful narration of a beautiful story, and hurts me in itās own special way.
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Ed picks Stede up at a bar for what ought to be a one-night stand, but it turns out they're attending the same academic conference the next day.
āYes, please, a ā Loose Cannon, did you say? Really, how charmingly nautical.ā There. Words. Sub-optimal words, but words nonetheless. He grins, aiming it toward the stranger while taking him in in smaller doses. Leather boots, faded, artfully ripped black jeans, a purple cropped shirt under a silky, billowy black ā kimono? Overshirt? Facial scruff. Lots of hair, salt and pepper, pepper only just winning out, for now. Tattooed knuckles, forearms, collarbone. Earring, silver stacking rings on most fingers, a nose stud that somehow softens the whole, well, lewk and ā okay, heās staring. He stares some more as the man reaches to accept his own drink, revealing more tattoos up the arm and an inch more of skin below the crop top. The stranger makes some obscure gesture to the bartender, then meets Stedeās eyes, which he worries might actually be protruding from his skull, like a cartoon. AwOOga.