the fic of leiascully

Title: inside is not a heart, but a kaleidoscope
Wordcount: 14134
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
Rating: Mature (consensual sexual activity)
Content notes: references to canon-typical violence
Relationships: Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Edward Teach/Izzy Hands
Timeline: Season 1
A/N: I know the kaleidoscope wasn't invented until the 1800s, but I think I can take a liberty or two in a show that includes Crocs 92002) and Pinocchio (1883). Title is from "Kaleidoscope Heart" by Sara Bareilles. I did swap out the Kama Sutra for I Modi (The Ways, 1500s, NSFW). Many many many thanks to dilkirani and coffeesuperhero for their help and support.

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Blackbeard sat and smoked and pondered his prize. The Gentleman Pirate wore a livid bruise around his neck and a bandage tinged with blood. Not exactly the height of fashion, when it came to piracy. Generally one wanted to appear hale and hearty, or at least cool. Black didn't show blood - just one of Blackbeard's top pirating tips. Bonnet's white lacy number had been ruined, and not in a badass way. Tenacious little fucker, though.

( He could definitely see why Izzy hated the Gentleman Pirate. )

Title: now I'm covered in you
Wordcount: 2779
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
Rating: Mature (consensual sexual activity)
Content notes: canon-typical violent imagery but no actual violence
Relationships: Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet
A/N: Yes, that's a Taylor Swift lyric. No, I'm not sorry at all.

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"You really do wear fine things well," Stede says admiringly, looking at Edward with soft eyes. They aren't a pirate's eyes, still. There's too much spring sunlight and dappled shadow in them, too much wonder at the newness of it all. He tugs gently on the lapels of the banyan Ed is wearing over his trousers. It has been Ed's and Ed's alone for these long months. Stede shows no inclination to try to reclaim it or any of the rest of the clothes Ed might have sold but somehow never got around to getting rid of. The silk slides over Edward's bare skin and Edward, mesmerized by the sensation, lets the motion carry him forward. His lips meet Stede's in a moment of delicious inevitability. Stede, usually so yielding, pushes back against him, and his delight mingles with desire in Edward's veins, as sweet and hot as the burn of rum.

( How long have they both waited for this? )