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Ed’s been sent on an involuntary vacation after an in-office crying jag. He reluctantly checks into his cabin at the Revenge Ranch, only to get snowed in. No worries, someone's been sent to his rescue, but it would be amazing if it had been anyone other than Stede Bonnet, gentleman proprietor. His hookup from nineteen years ago that he has absolutely, definitely forgotten about. Completely.
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Oblivious (or is he?) Stede Bonnet has a public TV show about his woodshop where he lovingly (and suggestively?) talks about his handiwork. Ed Teach of Extreme Woodwork with Blackbeard is in a bit of a slump when he watches an episode and finds it a transformative experience. All he needs to do now is arrange to meet this guy.
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Into the Heart of the Forest by GelatinousStand, LyraTalise
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
28 Jul 2026
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Stede's father spent the last twenty years of his life isolated in a (potentially haunted) house, refusing to see his family. When he dies, Stede feels responsible for finding answers to the mystery of what spurred his father's strange behavior, hoping that time spent in the house will reveal those secrets. Only, what if it's not the house that's haunted, but rather the wood behind it?
Words by Lyra Talise || Art by Juniper (GelatinousStand)
Posted for the OFMD Reverse Big Bang 2026
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Stede sells soap. Ed sells soup. Their adjacent holiday market booths give them a chance to become fast friends. A sudden emergency has Ed offering a wild solution—a quick sham marriage to allow Stede to keep accessing his much-needed medication.
Ed’s never planned to get married. Stede never wants to be married again. It’s an easy choice, as long as no one’s heart gets involved.
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Sex worker Ed is naked except for a pink robe with fucking birds on it, he’s just past buzzed to a little drunk on not enough fucking rum, and his heart has been broken by his client Stede fucking Bonnet.
So when someone knocks on his apartment door, who he does not expect to find, standing there dripping, clothes wet, rivulets running down his face from his soaked hair, is Stede fucking Bonnet.