Hi Im Fucking Blackbeard And Here's A Story About How When I Was Wrestling With My Feelings For Charles

hi im fucking blackbeard and here's a story about how when i was wrestling with my feelings for charles vane i saw the light hit the water just right, and also a pretty bird, and i took it as a good omen

“You’re cold. Come here.” (from Teach)

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

She’d normally complain. Normally bitch and grouse and moan, find any way other than following the order to see it through, but Edward has Anne at one very large disadvantage: he is well. And recognizing that is all the sign Anne needs to show her she is not. She’s quiet when he fusses her into the bed, mumbles a thank you when he wraps her in a blanket. She supposes, distantly, that she really must have been cold to be wrapped and held against him, human furnace that he is, and not overheat immediately.

Her eyes start to droop and she leans her head on Edward’s shoulder—misses it a bit for his chest but lays her cheek there all the same. Surely she just needs a rest. Right? Would he mind her napping on him like some overgrown infant? She ought to ask. She ought to open her mouth and ask. But Anne’s mouth stays mysteriously closed as her blinking starts to get slower and slower.

ʘ‿ʘ from Teach of course

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Pros: Anne is weak for a baddie; already thinks he’s The Shit™️; our story avoids a lot of trauma on accident and then Teach keeps it healthy besides; she loves him You Honor; would risk it all to climb this man’s dick for this man

Cons: Anne remains a tsundere idiot; Teach is probably Too Old For Her Shit™️; I s2g if Teach dies in any way but way too quickly in the heat of battle before he and Anne get a happily ever after I will actually sue; she still won’t marry you, Eddie 😒

Dynamics: Battle Power Couple; Captain & First Officer; Your Patience WILL Ruin Out Before My Stubbornness Does; Drama And Mz. Knives; Always A Fight, Make The Victory Worth It; I Would Die For You; A Chance At “Happily Ever After”.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

Despite her better judgement, the long days with nothing to do eventually lure Anne back into the jam room. She can remember a time (lifetimes ago, surely) when she was a wain brought to the music room to meet her instructor. She’d slammed the piano lid down on his fingers and was never again made to practice music, though at her mam’s knee she’d learned the spoons and sang in a voice that made up in enthusiasm what it lacked in talent, a plain voice given more to crowing than to singing. (She sounds better these days, but not by much.)

She doesn’t open any instruments or make any ruckus: she’s just wandering about, as aimless in her feet as in her mind as she takes a seat, reaching into the inner pocket of her coat. The other room seemed oppressive, somehow, but there was no work to be done to make up for that. She’d decided she wanted the sunlight to read by, and found it a quieter place here than in the galley or on the deck, with fewer prying gazes. When she’d borrowed the play from Bonnet’s library, she’d only meant to reread her father’s favorite line. Fix it back right in her mind, since she had both the time and the means for it for a change…

…but in the dirt-dulled sunlight falling in a slant through the port windows, Anne finds herself starting at the beginning instead.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. / It wearies me, you say it wearies you. / But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, / What stuff ’tis made of, whereof it is born, / I am to learn. / And such a want-wit sadness makes of me / That I have much ado to know myself.

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