#ofmd fluffvember

[blueberreads]

OFMD Fluffvember day 18 - Boyfriends

[saralutra]

That's a combination of the prompts "Oceanwaves" and "Fancy meeting you here." I work with a modern AU, where Stede is running away to pursue a career as a classical dressage rider, and Ed is a custom bike builder and sculptor.

[denizbevan]

That feeling when you read a fic and...

I read grey november by @impossiblebird this morning...and then this happened!

Sequel in Stede's pov ❤️

Unexpected Fluffvember!

archiveofourown.org/works/60969286

@ofmdfluffvember

[butterscup95]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Stede frowned and sat up. No matter how much he wriggled, there wasn’t any room to break his legs apart. He peaked under the covers and raised a brow. Stede was still wearing his silk pyjama top, but his pants had vanished, and his legs were wrapped together with his favourite orange blanket. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Stede had no idea how it came to be like that in the first place. The only person who could’ve done that would be—

Right on cue, Ed pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder, carrying a tray in his hands.

“Gooood morning,” he announced with an all-too-happy smile on his face. “I hope you slept well.”

After months of recovering from depression, Stede wakes up one morning to find his legs wrapped into a tail! As it turns out, Ed has a whole day planned for his newfound merperson, and it turns into a day full of fun, laughter, sexy times, and again, talking it through.

OFMD Fluffvember Prompt 10 — Merperson | "Let me take care of you."

[ramsaybaggins]

Would you like to read 30 super short and extremely fluffy Gentlebeard fics? Well then I have the series for you!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

All of them are under 1k and everything from day 8 onwards is a 100 word exactly drabble!

So if you want some light and fluffy reading, this is the series for you

[quiet-compassion]

OFMD Fluffvember Day 14: Friends to Lovers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51779614

“Roach, you’ve really outdone yourself with these, man!”

“Yeah, you’re like some kind of culinary genius!”

Stede hears a chorus of agreement as he painstakingly makes his way down to the mess hall.

“Ah well, I just figured it’s a special occasion. We pulled off our first-ever fuckery! That’s reason to celebrate!” Roach declares to a round of raucous cheers from the crew.

Clutching at his still very much punctured left side, Stede finally lumbers in.

“There you are, Captain!” Frenchie says, mouth half-full. “Glad to see you up and about. We were worried you might have died.”

“Nope, not dead. I was just having a lie-down and must have drifted off,” Stede explains somewhat bashedly.

Ed rises from his spot at the table, crossing to Stede and helping him into a chair. “You lost a lotta blood, mate. I reckon you’re entitled to a good nap. Plus with all that sword fighting, defeating Izzy, you must have been knackered!”

His words wipe away the embarrassment Stede had been feeling. He sits up straighter, only to sag back down when his stitches twinge in protest. “Yes, I suppose so. I have worked up quite an appetite! What’s all this I hear about your culinary genius, Roach?”

The crew exchange somewhat guilty looks.

“Uhh, you missed dinner, Cap,” Oluwande says apologetically.

“Yeah, and we worked up appetites too, with our performance and all.” Black Pete gestures around the table.

“Real hungry,” Frenchie agrees.

Oluwande tips his head towards his empty plate. “We’d already moved onto dessert.”

“Ah.” Stede’s stomach gives a rumble of disappointment. “Well, that’s alright! I could do with a sweet little pick-me-up. What’s for dessert?”

“Roach made these ginger biscuits. But they were shaped like little men,” Wee John explains.

“Ooooh! That’s maudlin, isn’t it?” Stede says appreciatively.

“Yeah, but they’re all gone Captain. Sorry.”

As much as he tries to appear unaffected, Stede’s dismay must be clear. Ed gives a small chuckle and claps him lightly on the shoulder.

“No worries, mate. Here, take mine,” he says picking up his biscuit and handing it to Stede.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Course I am. What are friends for?” Ed assures, shooting him a small smile and a meaningful look. Stede stares back at him, sure that they’re both replaying the same moment from last night in their minds.

“...That’s why I don’t have any friends.”

“Hey, I’m your friend.”

He accepts the proffered cookie from Ed and says, voice small, “Thank you.”

All around them, the chatter of the crew resumes. An hour or so later, as Ed helps Stede back to his cabin, he’s still thinking about it. He sits on the couch as Ed pours them each a brandy, lost in thought and savoring the taste of ginger that lingers on his lips.

“Ed?” he ventures, softly.

“Yeah, mate?”

“Earlier…that is, before…you offered me your dessert and you said ‘What are friends for?’”

“Did, yup,” Ed nods dropping into the chair beside the couch.

“Well, it just occurs to me…I don’t actually know.”

“Know what?”

“What friends are for,” Stede confesses.

Ed looks up at him, mouthing falling open in surprise. Stede forces himself to continue on.

“Last night, I told you I’m your friend—and I am! I want to be. Only, it occurs to me now…I’ve never really had a friend before. So, I’m afraid that in spite of my best efforts and intentions, I may prove a poor one to you.”

He’s flushing, he can feel it. The room is warm and the longer Ed goes without saying anything, it seems to Stede that the temperature is rising. Thankfully, after another moment or two Ed breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“Well, the first thing you did after calling yourself my friend was forgive me for planning to kill you. Pretty top-tier shit if you ask me. If anything, I’m sorry for you. You deserve better, especially from your first friend.”

“Nonsense!” Stede says immediately. “You’re excellent. You shared your biscuit with me! And you’ve taught me so much about piracy. And you put up with all my idiosyncrasies. No one else ever has.”

Ed scoffs. “I don’t put up with them. They’re one of my favorite parts about you, man! What did I tell you when we met? You’re doing things your way! Fucking fascinating!”

Stede’s blushing again, though this time it isn’t out of embarrassment. 

“Well,” he says with a pleased smile, raising his glass, “to friendship.”

“To figuring it out as we go,” Ed says with an answering grin.

…

It takes some persuading but, eventually, the crew agrees to let Ed back aboard the ship for the night.

“Just keep him the fuck away from us!” Jim hisses, one arm around Oluwande’s shoulder, the other around Archie’s waist. Together, they leave to head below deck; the rest of the crew disperses in their wake. 

“That went well, all things considered,” Stede says cheerily.

Ed gives a noncommittal hum, looking over Stede’s shoulder to where Lucius is once again flipping him the bird.

“And I’m sure the tension will thaw even more after a good night’s rest. Speaking of, shall we turn in?”

“Yeah, alright,” he agrees with a nod, following Stede through to the captain’s cabin. It’s the first time they’ve been in here together since…everything. Ed feels a tangle of emotions well up inside of him. He is at once abashed by the dismal, derelict state the room has fallen into and childishly glad that Stede is being forced to see just how much destruction he had inspired.

For his part, if Stede is bothered by the loss of all his fine things he doesn’t show it, except to remark, “I’d offer you a brandy, but I don’t seem to have any.”

Ed shrugs.

“Listen, I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I’d quite like it if you stayed aboard. Beyond just tonight, I mean.” Stede eyes him with that nervous slightly skittish expression he gets when he really wants something he thinks he might be denied.

“Could do, I guess,” Ed says looking down at his boots. “I mean, I don’t have any other plans really.”

Stede beams then struggles to school his face into something more neutral. “Right. Good. But uh, in order for that to work, I think you’ll probably have to address the crew. Clear the air.”

Ed feels as though a bucket of cold seawater has been upended over his head. 

“Shit,” he groans running a hand over his face. “What do I—I don’t know what I would even say.”

“Well, I can help you. We can have a think together about it tonight and get something scripted out. That way you feel more prepared when the time comes,” Stede offers kindly.

“You’d do that? Really?”

“Of course!” Stede says at once. “What are friends for?”

Ed’s eyes snap up to Stede’s at the turn of phrase. Stede offers him a shy smile.

“Are we still friends?” he hears himself ask, pathetically.

“We’ll always be friends, Ed.”

And really, what can Ed say in the face of that? 

They sit together (on the floor, what with the room’s distinct lack of chairs), scribbling down notes and pitching each other lines, collaborating to craft the best possible apology. In some ways, it feels exactly like it was before. Stede scooches in closer at one point to get a better look at the paper between them and their knees touch. Even though it’s a breezy night, the room suddenly feels warm.

“See? I told you we’d figure it out!” Stede says, reading over their finished draft.

Ed watches him fondly, an ember of hope glowing in his chest. “Yeah, mate. I think we will.”

[arnoldlister]

Tender Lovin' Care by allineedisaquill on Ao3

Ed/Stede, Post-Canon, Rated E for explicit sex. Summary: Ed and Stede are in their innkeepers era - who knows how it will go, but they'll go there together. One linear story with each chapter filling a prompt for OFMD Fluffvember 2023! Check out their Twitter here.

Now Days 1-7 are complete, I thought I'd do my first Tumblr update for my Fluffvember entry! Please consider leaving a comment or kudos if you enjoy it, and/or send me an ask about it! Cheers! :-)

[ghostsandmermaids-writes]

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Relationship: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Prompt: Comfort Object

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count: 1066

@badthingshappenbingo

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works