seven point three miles
[our flag means death | edward teach/stede bonnet | 19,776 words | rated t]
or: Stede takes a job as a remote forest fire lookout in the summer following his divorce, with a plan to find out who he is, and what he wants his life to be. With the help of the enigmatic lookout on the other side of the forest, he ends up getting more out of the experience than he could ever have hoped.“So what brings you out here anyway?”
Ed’s out of the blue question at least answers Stede’s anxieties about radio etiquette. He pulls the walkie from his pack and stares at it, deciding how much of his life he actually wants to share with this complete stranger.
“What brings you out here?”
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Been a long time coming but the firewatch boys finally got their happy ending 🔥💞
the (not so) lost art of the fire lookout
[ed/stede | 12.7k words | rated e]
“I spent months imagining you,” Stede says, stepping right up into Ed’s space, hand resting on his shoulder. “Weeks and months trying to piece together the information I had about you, trying to form it into some kind of visual. You’re everything and yet somehow nothing like I conjured up.”
Ed takes a breath, leans a little closer, pressing his temple to Stede’s so he can feel the words against his skin.
“There are so many gaps in my knowledge of you. How you look, and how you feel. How you taste. How you smell. I want to learn all about you. All the spaces in the jigsaw I’ve spent all summer building in my head. I want to finish it.”
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“seven point three miles
[our flag means death | edward teach/stede bonnet | 19,776 words | rated t]
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