Maybe day number eight was when he had finally lost it [Fic]
Young Ed and Jack during the Hornigold Era. I suppose you can pretend it's someone else if you prefer to block out that particular part of Ed's history (it being Ed's business and all). 😉
But if you're not scared off, you can check out the accompanying fic on my AO3. (link to profile since it's explicit, mind the tags)
A becalming robs young Edward of all his usual coping strategies to deal with his brain when it becomes unbearable.
With Jack's somewhat accidental help, he discovers a new one and learns some things about himself along the way.
[Jack is pretty okay in this and doesn't really initiate any of the inadvisable behavior even if he is a bit over-enthusiastic once given a direction, but it is well received.]
It was originally conceived as a part of the longer fic I'm working on that is exploring the question of why you'd get a "Trust no one" tramp stamp, since that kinda feels less like a reminder to yourself and more like a message to the people topping you...
And which is ending up being a character and relationship study, exploring amongst other things the learning and unlearning of (internalized) toxic masculinity through seven times Ed had sex with various people and the history of his tattoos spanning from Hornigold's ship to Post-Canon Era.
But this part ended up not really fitting so I'm posting it as standalone one-shot that's more unapologetic smut.
And I'll obviously post again once I start actually uploading the more serious fic (and the accompanying fanart!)
Should be soon, since the first three chapters (and most of the art) are basically finished, but I want all seven properly planned out before I start uploading.
