For It Is September 3rd, and Tonight Is Actually a Full Moon [Fic]
In response to an article about the OFMD Craft Fair (that ended up raising over 85k! Holy shit! 🥹) mixing up Rhys Darby and Ewan Bremmer, @petrichorca pledged to make an extra donation if anyone wrote at least 300 words of Ed/Buttons by Saturday.
So uh, this might have slightly gotten away from me (and kinda sorta may have turned into a Ed/Buttons/the Sea/the Moon foursome...):
3.6k, M-rated, canon-compliant crack-treated-seriously [with the M-rating only preserved by a potentially excessive amount of oceanic/lunar imagery and metaphors...]
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He was torn from his musings by… what the hell, was that a flute? Edward surveyed the deck but nothing stirred among the sleeping crew. Curious he stood up and followed the tones towards the forecastle. It was Bird Guy! Stark naked, bird on his head and alternating between playing a few notes on a recorder and throwing his arms open wide as if he was trying to pull the full moon itself into a passionate embrace. Edward stood there in silent awe, mouth slightly agape. This ship was fucking amazing! Where had Stede found these people?! He couldn't wait to find out what brilliantly mental thing Bird Guy was up to here. — or — Edward learns quite a bit about the intricacies of basking in moon glow and the proper way to worship Her Majesty. Might help him keep his lunar calendar straight in the future.