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Pride Got in the Way (Izzy Hands)

Pairing: Izzy Hands x Gender Neutral! Reader

Words: 5.6k+

Warning(s): HURT/COMFORT! ANGST! blood, verbal fighting, physical fighting, stab wounds, injuries, needles/stitches, swearing

A/N: IZZY BRAIN ROT. I am so obsessed with him right now omg, I just had to write this out.

Summary: You were tired of your lover, Izzy Hands, treating the crew of The Revenge you called family poorly, and decide to take a quiet walk out. Unfortunely, two muggers demanded your items.

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It was one of those rare stops that were made for The Revenge. There was a need to stock up on food and none of you wanted to get scurvy like Swede did. It was some small port that you and Ed pointed out to Stede that was mostly neutral to pirates. Although Izzy made sure to remind you and Edward that no one had to worry about the crew of the Revenge being taken as pirates. Despite loving the man to death, his comments about the crew and captain of The Revenge made you roll your eyes. You were Stede's first mate and held loyalty to the crew, regardless of your relationship with Blackbeard's first mate. Even with his comments, he had agreed to put up with "Stede Fucking Bonnet" and the crew for Edward and for you.

It was strange how you and Izzy fell together like long lost souls. You were one of the only ones deemed competent on the Revenge, with the inclusion of Jim. He saw how you handled yourself with a sword when he rescued you and a few others from the Spanish. He saw the potential you had and got to know you, helped better your swordsmanship before you two confessed feelings.

Currently, you and the rest of the crew were putting away all the food Stede had purchased for the vessel. You were close to finishing, hoisting the last bag of potatoes over your shoulder, Wee John carried up two crates of oranges right behind you, Stede and Lucius were carrying a few loaves of bread, and everyone followed along with the remaining groceries. When you got to the hull kitchen Roach pointed you to where he wanted the potatoes and after that you went back to the deck. 

You stood on deck towards the front of the ship, placing your hand on the shoulder you used to carry all the sacks. You rolled it and winced as some pain bloomed from your shoulder and shoulder blade to your spine. You cursed under your breath and dropped your hand, figuring you must of lifted something wrong and pulled a muscle. 

"Are you alright?" You heard Izzy's distinct voice behind you. You felt his hands caress the spots between your shoulder and neck, his thumbs kneaded circles into the tender flesh and muscles for just a few moments before he stood by your side. He never was much a fan displaying affection in front of the crew, despite everyone already figuring out you both were a couple.

"Yeah, I think I strained my shoulder carrying food. It'll probably heal in a few days. Are we leaving after this?" 

"Well, fucking Stede wants us all to go to the tavern and enjoy a night off." He scoffed.

"A night out sounds fun, it can be almost a proper date night." You smiled and watched his face visibly soften at that idea. 

"Will we still go to the tavern with...everyone... or..." His voice trailed at the thought, making you chuckle.

"I would like to spend an hour with everyone before we go off on our own for privacy." He rolled his eyes and you chuckled again. "I know you think less of our crew, but maybe this time on the land in a joyous occasion will be fun."

"Let's hope, my dear." You bit your tongue and looked down at the bustling docks. You hoped he held you as an exception to his discontentment but you can't help but feel hurt by his words, as you were still a key part in Stede's crew.

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The tavern was bustling with energy and lively music. Stede had promised to buy everyone their first round of ale, but you knew everyone was probably going to dip when morning comes. The crew were causing a ruckus but everyone seemed happy. Everyone except Israel Hands, who sat next to you in the back corner brooding. Every time you tried making conversation, it always resulted in him giving you short, half-assed replies. He hadn't even touched the drink Stede had bought him. You had it at his pride against your captain, the crew, and the way things are run on The Revenge.

"Israel," The use of his actual name had him blink in shock and turn to face you. "Why are you so tense? You should be relaxed and should be enjoying the ale."

"Dancing makes you soft. All this makes you weak." He spat and gestured to everyone. This time he included you with his insults, whether intentional or not. "Blackbeard has been falling since he came across Stede and you lot."

He clicked his tongue and scowled. "We should be back on the water right now, looking for a ship to raid and plunder. These dogs shouldn't be having fun like this when they haven't done shit to earn it."

"Well, I am a part of those dogs, Israel." You glared at him, some pent up frustration building up. "I was hoping you and I can at least dance and be somewhat tipsy and happy before we go on our own."

"You know what, Izzy?" You stood up from your chair and practically snarled at him. "I know losing your reputation and losing what Edward used to be may be the end of the world for you, but it isn't for me. Stede is an idiot, yes, but he saved my life from the destitute and pain I experienced by giving me a spot with his crew. His crew is not the most pirate ready people, but damn do they make good friends. I have tried to tie you, someone I deeply care for and love, in with them but you insult them without getting to fully know them."

"(Y/N)..." He tried speaking but you didn't allow him.

"I don't know if you realize it but every time you insult them, you insult me. And your last remark here? Just solidified that you truly see me as nothing more than a dog." You removed your coin pouch from your hip and dropped it in front of him. "If you're not going to drink that because Stede bought it, use my funds." After that, you quickly stormed out of the tavern, not caring how everyone was watching you tear into Izzy.

"Shit." Lucius muttered and quickly went to follow you. Stede saw his first mate looking upset so he decided to excuse himself from Ed to try and help. With a raised brow and a disappointed look, Edward Teach decided to approach Izzy on what happened.

Outside the tavern, you paced with tears threatening to fall. When you heard the door open you quickly turned so your back was facing whoever came out. You could feel your body tremble as you kept your arms wrapped around yourself.

"Hey, it's just us." You heard Lucius speak softly, approaching you on your left.

"What made you upset?" Stede asked on your right.

"That was the first time either one of us exploded at each other." Even your voice trembled, a tear slipped from your glassy eyes and fell along the curve of your face. "I just... I don't know if he realizes how mean he sounds sometimes."

"I think he does. He is an angry little twat." Lucius snorted, which made you slightly chuckle through the tears.

"But what we also know is he cares for you deeply, (Y/N)." Stede placed a hand on your upper arm and you looked to face him. He visibly gulped at your tear stricken face. "And you do for him."

"I'll never see why but I respect you." Lucius added. "You are amazing, the best of us next to dear ol' Jim. He needs to see that in order to respect you, he needs to learn that things aren't going to be the same as they were for him."

"Blackbeard has taught us a lot, and you have been a great help in that. I'd say we are ready for a true adventure after this." Your captain smiled but you knew he was just trying to make you feel better. So, you smiled and nodded, giving them both a short hug.

"Thank you both. I am just going to take a quick walk for some fresh air, I'll be back in a bit."

"Stay safe, I will need my first mate for when we sail tomorrow." Stede winked and headed back into the tavern.

"And when you get back I'll get you a drink, (Y/N)." Lucius gave you another hug, leaving you alone. You sighed, shoving your hands into your coat pockets before walking down the street.

It was quiet and empty, the only light source was the half-moon and the lit lanterns down the path. You had no real destination in mind, you just wanted to clear your head and enjoy the silence. You had hoped in your heart Izzy would take your words into consideration but you feared your outburst would forever damage your relationship with him. You knew you were right, but you didn't think losing your cool like that was what was needed.

You shook your head. This walk was to clear your mind, not dwell on the encroaching heartache.

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Back in the tavern, Ed was having a simple talk with Izzy on what happened. Suddenly Stede and Lucius came back in and immediately made their way to Izzy. The shorter man groaned at the thought of dealing with them both but Edward slapped his arm.

"See, that attitude has (Y/N) upset, mate." Edward scolded. Lucius and Bonnet pulled up chairs and sat across from the two and it seems the rest of the crew started paying attention to what was happening.

"You're lucky they like you." Lucius said with a curled lip, disgust on his face.

"Iggy..." Stede tried to start but Izzy gave him a look. "Sorry, Izzy, when you yell and insult us... Do you realize that you are also insulting (Y/N)?"

"What?" He was confused. He thought his actions towards you would have been obvious that he never included you when he was ordering around the crew.

"You never really differentiate it when you do. Regardless if you should or not, your insults also hurt them as we are the closest thing to them as a family." Stede concluded his remarks and everyone nodded or hummed in agreement.

"Yea mate, would you like it if they did the same thing to Blackbeard, Fang, Ivan and you?" Frenchie asked, pointing a finger at Izzy.

"I-I get it. I was a complete twat to them. I'll apologize when they get back." Izzy sighed, gritting his teeth slightly. "I... I apologize for my behavior and will try to work on that."

"That is great! Remember, when we get angry on the Revenge: we like to talk it through, as a crew." Stede smiled and Izzy gave him a glare, but bit his tongue from retorting. "Okay! We shall leave you alone for a bit."

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You went down to the docks on your walk and now you were heading back to the tavern. The cool air nipped your face but after some time to yourself, you felt much better and calm. You planned to apologize to Izzy about your outburst. You recognized that snapping at him in front of everyone before talking to him about it in private was a bit out of hand and you likely embarrassed him, but you weren't going to apologize for your message.

You were about two minutes away from the tavern when you felt the hair on your neck seemingly raise in alarm. You felt as though you were being watched. You slowed to a stop, putting your hand on the hilt of your sword, and turned around. Sure enough, there was a man following you.

"Couldn't help but notice that nice coat you're wearing, and that sword." He spoke, a smirk on his face. He slowly approached and slowly unsheathed his own sword, a bit rusted and damaged.

"And?" You tilted your head, slowly mimicking his action with your own sword, wincing ever so slightly at the pain from your shoulder.

"Why don't you hand those over and any other nice things, and I won't have to kill you?"

"Why don't you fuck right off?" You raised a brow and cocked your head to the side. The man spat in your direction and immediately started taking swings at you. You expertly blocked each swing, the sound of metal clashing echoed in the night. You were playing purely defense against him. You allowed him the offense to tire out, which he did. You could see his swings were getting sloppy.

You shifted to offense, taking swings at him. You landed a few cuts on his arms and legs, nothing too serious but you wanted to get it across you weren't to be fucked with. Thinking back to Izzy's lessons, you easily maneuver your weapon and disarm him. His weapon was sent to the ground and you swiftly put the tip of your weapon at his throat.

"Walk away now or my blade will enter your throat."  You hissed. It didn't seem to faze the man, which confused you. You were about to press the tip into his throat to get the point across when you heard footsteps behind you. That is when it clicked why this man wasn't phased. You quickly turned on your heels and that is when searing, hot white pain was felt in your lower left side. You glanced down and saw a dagger in your gut.

"Surprise." The person who stabbed you smirked.

"Careful of the coat, I want that." The man you previously were dueling spoke. The dagger was yanked out of you, tears fell from your eyes at the pain. Your grip tightened on your sword and you swung it at the man who stabbed you. He stepped back, only receiving a cut to his cheek. You take a step to get in reach with him but then your right thigh was slashed, the immediate pain almost made it unbearable to stand in that moment.

"You're one tough cookie."

"F-Fuck..." You hoarsely spoke. You attempted to try and get away but one of the men shoved you to the ground. Roughly your coat was taken from your body, your attempts to fight them off were futile. Your sword was then picked up off the ground while you tried to stand back up again. You were met with a fist straight to the nose and you were on your back. You rolled over onto your side as blood began leaking into your throat from your nose.

"Take their necklace too." The first one you dueled commanded.

"N-No..." You pleaded, voice stuffy from the blood leaking from your probably broken nose. A hand buried itself in your hair and lifted your head up while the other maneuvered your chain and ring over your head. The ring Izzy bought you to match his around his tie. After it was stolen the person dropped your head, which bounced against the dirty ground.

The two muggers simply cackled at the situation and took off the way you had just come from. You took a moment to catch your breath and pushed yourself off the ground. When you added more weight to your slashed leg you could barely contain the almost scream of pain. Your blood and tears were a mix on your face.

You started slowly limping back to the tavern. Like hell were you going to die alone on the streets... without apologizing and explaining yourself to Izzy...without telling him and your crew you loved them. Pure rage and determination filled your system as you trekked onwards. You could tell you were getting weaker by the second from loss of blood, but you hoped you were applying enough pressure to your side wound to keep the bleeding down.

It took you longer than you had wanted, but the tavern was in view.

"Just... Just a little bit more..." You mumbled, the taste and smell of coppery iron penetrated your taste and smell. Your vision was darkening along the corners and you struggled to keep your head up. You could tell you would collapse soon, before you could reach the door.

Thankfully, that door swung open and out came three people. You could barely tell who they were; Wee John, Frenchie, and Roach.  You could feel numbness begin to take over your legs, so you took one final step in the light of a lantern nearby.

The three were laughing, telling the rest of the crew they will be right back before the door slammed shut. Their laughing stopped when their attention was on you.

"(Y/N)?!" Wee John shouted. You couldn't speak, you simply smiled and your legs gave out, hitting the ground with a painful thud. The three quickly rushed over and horror was on their faces at the amount of blood on your person.

"Shit!" Frenchie cursed. "Take them back to the ship to Captains quarters, Roach you get to sew up any wounds when you get there and I'll get everyone else."

"Got it." They both replied and sprung into action. Roach slipped off the apron he always wore and wrapped it as fast as he could around your thigh as that was bleeding more than your other wounds, telling you to keep pressure before you were lifted into John's arms. You cried out at the movement, John hushed you gently and the three of you took off towards the ship.

Frenchie slammed open the door, "Guys!" Only a few people turned their heads, he gritted his teeth in frustration. "GUYS!" The music and chatter died down as everyone stared at him.

"What is it?" Stede asked.

"It's (Y/N), they got attacked. John and Roach are getting them to the ship. It's pretty bad."

It was dead silent for a moment. The mug Izzy was holding clattered against the floor was the only thing heard in that moment.

Chaos then ensued. Everyone was pushing their way out the door while Stede threw some coins at the bar keep. Izzy shoved himself to the front of the group as they ran back to the ship. He felt cold dread in his system, tears threatening to spill. 

The crew got the ship in no time and Izzy was bounding up the ship. He felt his heart drop when he heard your screams from the captain's room. He wasted no time getting there and saw Roach attempting to hold your upper body with one arm while John was holding your kicking legs.

'This couldn't be happening... Why them?' His mind raced.  His heart ached. Guilt seeped into his system. The last thing he did to you was be a complete asshole. He didn't dance with you, he didn't take you out for a nice night out... he let his pride get the better of him and now you were hurt...

"Good! I need someone to hold them down." Roach commanded Izzy. "I'm trying to suture their wounds but they won't hold still. Someone help John with their legs!"

"Right..." Izzy blinked and rushed over. He felt his throat constrict at the sight of your shirt and pants basically cut open, and at the blood and wounds on your body. He wasted no time draping himself over your upper body/chest area, his back to Roach while he placed his hand on the top of your head, petting you softly.

"Izzy-?" You whispered out, your vision blurred from tears.  You felt the needle Roach was using to pierce the tender flesh around your leg wound, causing you to yell.

"Yes, it's me." He hoarsely whispered.

"I-I'm sorry for earlier. I am sorry for e-embarrassing you..." Your eyes squeezed shut as Roach continued sewing the wound. "I'm so-sorry I got attacked-"

"Hush. Don't apologize my dear." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. Roach had him scoot up more so he could have better access to your other wound. When he started on it, you threw your head back from the pain. You were able to get your arms around Izzy and squeezed them around him from the jabbing needle sensation. You whimpered softly and Izzy didn't know if he could take much more of you in pain. He whispered comforting words to you and placed another kiss on your temple.

The crew was in shock watching the scene before them. They were all worried for you, of course, but they had never seen Israel Hands so affectionate and soft before. Even Edward has never seen him like this before. 

"I just really love you and I want...want-" You screamed as Roach accidentally poked the needle he was using too close to the wound, your eyes rolling back before you passed out from pain and blood loss. Your arms around him go limp.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes searched your face for any sign of life, but you were still. The only thing he felt was your shallow breaths underneath him. Izzy quickly got off of your body and looked to Roach, who finished stitching the wounds. Oluwande, who helped John with your legs, handed him the bandages and Roach quickly wrapped up the wounds. Olu placed a blanket over your body and the three men stepped away, leaving Izzy the closest to you.

"Will...Will they make it?" Stede stepped forwards and asked. 

"In my professional opinion, I'm not sure. They lost a lot of blood; they were stabbed in the gut and had a deep cut in their leg. With them walking to the tavern, it furthered the bleeding. We may have to stay for a few days, watch for infection. If they get worse, we need to take them to an actual doctor." Roach sighed and crossed his arms. "We just have to watch over them."

“They must have been mugged.” Frenchie commented. “When we saw them, they were missing their coat and sword.”

“And their ring.” Izzy snarled, the thoughts and images of you being attacked and the images of you bleeding and wounded plagued his mine. He figured it was two people who jumped you. The wound to your gut and the wound to your leg were from different weapons.

Feeling overwhelmed and too emotional, Izzy turned away from you, shoving through the crew before storming to the deck. He found himself at the spot you both were at earlier. His hands gripped the wooden railing as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears leaking out. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you died. He could barely stand to be in that room with you, he felt like he didn’t deserve to be in your presence any longer. He was blaming himself. If he hadn't been an asshole, you wouldn’t have left the tavern. 

“Izzy…” Blackbeard's voice startled him. The shorter man simply glanced over his shoulder and returned his tearful stare back to the city. “You should be in there with (Y/N).”

“I can’t.” Israel shook his head.

“They're your partner, mate.” 

“It’s my fault they are like this.”

“That’s not true. Izzy, they would want you in there when they wake up.”

“If they wake up…” Izzy tensed up when he felt Edward’s hand clasp his shoulder.

“Get your head out of your ass and get in there. You were a dick in the tavern but that doesn’t make what happened your fault. The people who attacked them are at fault. Not you. Do you want them to die thinking you were mad at them or thought less of them?” That struck a chord in his first-mate. He then pulled Izzy away from the railing. “Go, that is an order from your captain.”

Izzy didn’t argue any further. He hesitantly walked back to the room, waited as everyone else cleared the room, before stepping back in. He closed the door quietly and gazed back at you on Stede’s bed. Your face was still covered in blood and a layer of sweat covered your entire body. 

The door behind him opened and he spun around and saw Lucius standing in the doorway with a damp rag.

“I figured they didn’t want to wake up with crusty blood on their face. Here, you do it.” Lucius offered the rag and Izzy took it slowly.

“Thanks.” He whispered, then made his way to you. Lucius stared at him, shocked at his gratitude. He decided it was best not to comment on it and swiftly left Blackbeard’s first-mate alone. Izzy pulled up a chair and sat bedside to you, his face solemn. He leaned over and began cleaning your face. Thankfully your nose didn’t seem broken to him. His free hand cupped the top of your head as he wiped the blood under your nose and around your mouth. He moved towards your neck, cleaning the drying blood that got there. 

When he finished, he simply tossed the rag somewhere else in Stede’s quarters. He kept his one hand on your head, petting you once more, while his other reached under the blanket to grab your hand.

“I need you to pull through.” Izzy pleaded, tears welling up again. “You can’t leave me, (Y/N). I still owe you a dance and a night out. I still owe you an apology.” The tears fell again, and all Israel could do in this moment was hope you would wake up.

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Mostly everyone on the ship started working on cleaning tasks early in the morning, and everyone kept looking to where the captains quarters were. Everyone was hoping to see you come, alive and recovering. Izzy hadn’t left the room, not that anyone could blame him. Edward checked in a few times as the day progressed but you were still out and Izzy was still holding your hand. While others were doing minimal jobs on The Revenge, Jim, Frenchie, Fang, and Black Pete were on the lookout for whoever robbed you, hoping they could get justice and get your items back. 

Izzy felt exhaustion seeping into his bones, but he refused to sleep. He wanted to be present when you awoke so he could apologize. He didn’t care if you didn’t want to see him again, he just wanted you awake. He wanted to see you recover. He took your hand in both of his hands and raised it to his lips, his facial hair scratched the back of your hand.

What Izzy didn’t expect was to feel your fingers twitch against his hands. His eyes snapped to your face as he heard soft groans leave your mouth. Your eyes opened, but you winced from the light, rapidly blinking. Your eyes adjusted to the light and you turned your head, looking at Izzy.

“Izzy?” You mumbled, taking in his worried and tired face. You go to sit up, but immense pain in your lower abdomen hits you. Izzy took one of his hands away from your hand and gently pushed you back down on the bed.

“Stay down, (Y/N). Do you remember what happened?” He cupped your cheek.

“I was followed on my way back to the tavern. I fought and disarmed him, but he had another person sneak up behind me. I turned around and was stabbed, then the other guy slashed my thigh. They took my coat… and the sword and ring you gave. Oh I’m-I’m sorry they took them…”

“Some of the crew are looking to get those back, don’t worry.” He hushed you. “You have nothing to apologize for, my dear. I should be apologizing, I was a complete and utter twat."

"I didn't mean to yell at you either."

"I needed it. I wasn't aware I was hurting you. I can't…promise immediate change or no slip ups, but I will work on integrating myself more into the crew." You stared at him for a moment and he worried he said something wrong, but when you smiled… that beautiful smile, he knew everything would be alright.

“Kiss me, Izzy.”

“Gladly.” Izzy leaned over, and placed a gentle, deep kiss. You giggled at his goatee scratching and tickling your face, you felt him smile against your face. 

“Izzy! We found the bastards- Oh shit! Sorry mate!” Edward entered the cabin. Izzy immediately shot up, slightly flustered, fixing his hair that fell over his face. You turned your head in Blackbeard’s direction and grinned at him.

“Hey Ed!”

“(Y/N!)” He opened his arms with a smile and approached the two of you. “I’m so glad you’re awake, how are you feeling? Izzy here was worried; sat by your bed all night.”

“Aww.” You smiled at Izzy who gave you a flustered glare.

“You said you found who did it?” Izzy straightened out his vest.

“Oh yeah. We spotted them hanging out at the docks. They got (Y/N)’s stuff. We are keeping an eye on them, I am sure you want to be the one to confront them.”

“Yes, good. You,” Izzy spun and pointed at you, “Stay put. You will be resting until you can properly walk.”

“Come on-”

“Don’t make me get Stede to order it.”

“Fine.” You huffed, but chuckled.

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Izzy stormed out of the captain’s quarters with Edward trailing behind him. Edward made sure to announce to the crew you were awake, and that whoever wants to help with the two muggers can join him. Stede happily volunteered and so did most people with the exception of Swede, who offered to keep an eye on you. 

The group dispersed, Ed going somewhere out of as he knew these people would run at the sight of the infamous Blackbeard. The two individuals were near the ship, one had your coat and the other had your sword and ring. The crew practically surrounded them on all sides to ensure they didn’t escape. Izzy rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, slowly approaching the two.

“I am only going to say this once.” He stopped right before them both, his voice catching their attention. “Unless you want to die, you will hand over that coat, sword, and ring.”

“Why should we?” One jeered, eyeing up Izzy. 

“Those items belong to my partner-”

“And my first mate!” Stede jumped in, making Izzy roll his eyes and make a ‘tch’ noise.

“I think they are talking about that dumbass we robbed last night.” The one with your coat nudged the other. They both shared a laugh, Izzy snarled and unsheathed his weapon. The second the one with your sword drew it, Izzy wasted no time to start swinging. It startled the two. His harsh strikes and ferocious demeanor had the one holding your sword completely unnerved. Izzy wasted no time landing many cuts to his skin before expertly disarming him. Jim stepped up and took your sword, holding it at the two. The rest of the crew, including Blackbeard, stepped in as well.

“Shit!” One of them hissed. The both of them begrudgingly took off the items and handed them over to Jim.

“I better not see you two ever again, or I will kill you both.” The men simply glared and turned away from him, quickly leaving the docks.

“Job well done, Izzy!” Stede grinned and patted him on the shoulder. He simply nodded, biting the inside of his cheek, and grabbed your things from Jim. He then made his way back to the ship, coming aboard to see you standing on the dock waiting for him with Swede keeping you up right.

“I thought I said you were to stay put.” He scolded, then put the necklace with the ring on it over your head. “And you didn’t keep them in bed?” He then scolded Swede, a bit more harsh.

“Don’t blame him, Iz. I was getting up regardless, he didn’t want me hurting myself.”

“I got it from here, Swede.” Izzy took over helping you and started taking you back to the captain’s room. “And no one disturb their rest!” The door closed behind you two and you laughed.

“Less bark there.”

“I am trying to integrate.” He sat you on the bed and placed your items on a chair nearby.

“Come lay with me Iz.” 

“W-What about your injuries?”

“You’ll lay near the windows so I can lay on my right side. Please.” You pleaded. “I am wounded and need the comfort of my lover-”

“Fine.” He chuckled lightly and joined you on the bed. He maneuvered himself to the side closest to the windows, then helped you lay down with him. His arms were carefully wrapped around your form, letting you place your injured leg above his. He took a deep breath in, taking in your everything; he felt instantly relaxed.

You yawed, and snuggled right under his chest, sleep coming quick despite having slept for most of the day. Izzy exhaled, and let sleep finally take over. Neither of you too had to exchange ‘I love you’s’, you both knew you each deeply cared for one another, more than anything else.

Twenty minutes or so have passed, and Stede and Edward decided to pop in to check on you both. Stede had to bite back an aww at the sight of his and Ed’s first-mates snuggled together. Before Stede could possibly ruin the moment, Ed grabbed him by the arm they both left to inform the crew what they saw.

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Land Date

Based off this prompt

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The crew of the Revenge finally got a day off on port after a slightly successful raid, but at least they had some hostages to sell. I was told by my slut Lucius (that’s my nickname for him) that he, Ed, and Stede would go on another “adventure” that will most likely have the co-captains being the cheesiest couple in the world and leaving Lucius alone to watch their cringy PDA as usual. So naturally, Izzy wanted to take this opportunity to take me out on a land date, something we do whenever it’s safe enough for the crew to move further than the Revenge. I was trying to remember the last time I’ve been around people other than my crew whenever Izzy knocked on our shared cabin door, saying:

“You almost done, hun?” I recognized his voice immediately.

“Si, just wait outside for me, ok mi amor?” I responded.

I then heard his steps going towards the deck. I looked in the mirror that I successfully stole during a raid from very rich people. I was wearing a black and white striped off the shoulder sweater, a waist up long flowy red skirt with two secret slits just in case I needed to bring out the knives I was hiding on my garters, and a belt just for design. I wore some comfy brown boots, not the long, black heels I usually wear because today, was a day off.

I walked up on deck and thanked Wee John for this outfit he made for me specifically due to my plump figure. I guess Lucius and the co-captains were already gone because if I knew him, he would’ve already commented on my new look as usual. Such a shame, for him at least. Then, I noticed Izzy, just waiting for me near the exit of the ship, gazing at me so lovingly. I could tell he was lost in my beauty since his breathing was faster than usual. I walked up to him slowly, teasing him by my pace.

“Wow, you’re so…beautiful.” Izzy whispered to me.

“It’s just a different outfit, amado, but gracias.” I whispered back, clutching on the straps of my satchel nervously.

I still get flustered by his admiration towards me, like I’m a light at the end of a very long and dark tunnel.

“Right, we’ll be back by evening, don’t do anything stupid until we’re gone.” he shouted to the remaining crew members.

“Ok lovebirds! Enjoy yourselves!” Frenchie yelled, chained to Wee John, grinning slyly at Izzy specifically.

I convinced him Frenchie wasn’t worth it quickly so he just fumed and stuck up his middle finger up at him. Once he had stepped out, he softly stopped me and offered his hand to help me step out. I blushed instantly and grabbed a part of my skirt and took his hand carefully, still slightly tripping. It made me feel so elegant and safe, I loved it. I love him, so much. He kept his hand in mine, delicately intertwining our fingers together and pulling me closer to him by kissing my tan knuckles tenderly.

As we were walking through the bustling stands, I went back to my thoughts from before. I guess he noticed my still expression since he asked:

“Whatchu thinkin’ about?” I stopped my train of thought for a break of reality.

“Oh, nada, just thinking about how long it’s been since… you know, we’ve been off that ship and alone together.” I saw that there was not a single tint of anger smoked upon his face.

“It’s feels like forever, right?” I nodded, he continued. “Well, what matters now is that it’s just us now, ok?” he squeezed my hand, I squeezed back.

We both hoped to not run into any crew members.

After a while of wandering around, I smelled something familiar in the air. At once, I saw Roach and the Swede trying to sell the hostages we had. I quickly shoved Izzy in a narrow alleyway along with myself, making sure they passed by us without a clue.

“Oh my fuckin’ god, you’re seriously-“

“Shhhh, callate antes de que le escuchen!” I whispered, speaking in my native tongue.

I looked out again, double checking. Roach turned his head and looked in our direction, so I pushed him and I through a random door and just hid there, our bodies stuck against each other. I held my breath as I felt Izzy tensed up, neither of us wanting to be found. I heard the Swede call for Roach’s name, I guess he found a customer then. Good news for us both. I then heard him running away from our location. I sighed heavily of relief, as did my partner. I looked up at him, still not used to him being taller than me, and smiled as I took his hand to bring him further into the new building we rushed in to hide.

We walked into a darkened room which had a few candles scattered around.

“Oh great, we’ve ended up at Spanish Jackie’s.” he sighed and walked further into the booze smelling tavern.

I don’t know who the fuck Jackie is and honestly, I don’t give a shit. I walked alongside him, stepping around carefully to avoid the gross shit on the floor. An old small lady was selling something at her lonesome table, so I took pity on her and walked over to her table hesitantly. She was selling jewelry of many kinds; anklets, piercings, and rings. I felt Izzy’s warmth creep up to my side as he leaned over the table as well.

“Why hello there young fellows, would you like to purchase anything from this table of mine?” she spoke in a shaken tone.

But I was totally and completely mesmerized by these two magnificent rings with such charming gems. The one on the right had one single sapphire with gold holding its place while the one on the left had petite mini rubies surrounded by silver. I gently grazed my fingertips against them both. I could tell he was watching my gaze to those rings since he asked:

“Do you want them?” I didn’t even answer, still being enchanted by those two rings.

I then started to pull out a bag of coins I pickpocketed from a guy walking by us when I was suddenly stopped by his firm hand on my wrist.

“How much for these two?” he asked the old lady, pointing at the duo of rings.

“Oh no, you don’t have to-“

“How much?” he was still looking at the old lady whenever he cut me off.

“Well aren’t you such a gentleman? Y-you can have them for free, dear, since they were never going to sell anyway.” the old lady responded, but Izzy still gave her a bag of coins he had.

“Keep ‘em and buy yourself something nice tonight, alright?” he mumbled to the old lady and walked off, taking my hand in his.

We walked out of the tavern together and he led me to a spot away from people and turned to face me.

“Babe, again you really didn’t have to buy these for me…” I whispered, grinning from embarrassment.

He raised my hand and slowly put the ruby ring on my ring finger of my right hand. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it with care, causing a flustered smile from me and cupping my cheek with my free hand.

“But I did it anyway, love. It suits you really well.” I then took his left hand and put the sapphire ring on his pointer finger, grinning up at him with delight.

He blushed immensely. I always revel in his embarrassment.

“Never knew the frightful Izzy Hands was such a romantic.” I said, giggling as he pulled me carefully closer by my waist, kissing my cheek gently.

I then went for it and kissed him properly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to stay like this forever, just kissing him for eternity.

“My, my, my, we’d never expect you two to be found like this together.” I heard Lucius say as we both pulled our lips away from shock.

I noticed him, Ed, Pete, and Stede, just standing there in amazement.

“What the fuck- FUCK OFF!” Izzy yelled, pulled his dagger out, and started to chase after Lucius.

‘What the fuck was I gonna do with this little bitch of a man?’ I thought as I followed them into a tavern or club of some sort.

I was so embarrassed by my angry bean, holding him back while Pete held onto his noisy babe. They both walked out of the place while Izzy was cursing under his breath. I turned him around and gave him a small peck on his cheek.

“Remember, they’re not worth it.” I whispered to him, he just grunted in response.

I then led him to the bar and let him sit down on a barstool as I ordered a bowl of crab soup for him and two drinks for us both.

As he was eating, he was terrifying douchebags away just by his glare. He could always tell whenever a guy was about to hit on me, which was very helpful and I loved him for that. Not just for that, for a lot of reasons, actually. I can already tell I’m about to get off topic so I’ll just stop myself here. Well anyway, he reached for my hand as he thanked me for the meal. Hey, I had to get the guilt off my shoulders eventually. Every finished bite he took, he kept on thanking me. How did I ever end up with such a sweet man?

We then walked out, just waltzing about, whenever we heard some street band playing some songs. I looked back to my love just to see a outstretched hand for me, inviting me to dance. I gladly accepted it and we danced until dark. Oh, it was so fucking lovely.

We walked back to the Revenge arm in arm, his leather jacket draped upon my shoulders to ‘protect’ me from the cold, as we saw their cheeky faces. I guess Lucius was already on board since I suspected he told them about what happened…before. It gives me butterflies by just thinking about it.

“Hey hun, I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed our alone time together. Gracias por sor tan dulce.” I said.

He blushed and scoffed softly.

“So did I, love, but you’re the one who made it absolutely perfect.” I instantly blushed.

“Ay, mi amor…” I covered up my face from embarrassment and rolled my eyes from the cheesiness.

He took my hands and cupped his cheeks.

“Te amo mucho, Iz.” I whispered.

“I love you, dear.” he whispered back and leaned into my soft hands.

A peaceful silence fell over us as we kissed longingly once more.

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My first OFMD fanfic -sweats-

Blackbeard x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 418

You had been trying to tie the same damn knot for twenty minutes, barely able to pay attention to the coarse fibers that dragged over your skin each time you fumbled and flailed. Izzy had already made more than one snarky comment on your fumblings.

He even threatened the loss of your fingers if you didn’t hurry the fuck up but you couldn’t stop staring at your captain. Blackbeard had done something new with his hair, it was gathered all up in a loose bun atop his head, the wavy tresses that slipped from the tie just as rebellious as he was.

The way they danced in the wind as he laughed wholeheartedly at something Izzy had said, despite it not being meant as a joke the captain still chuckled, slapping him on the back and grinning ear to ear, the laughter lines on his handsome face crinkled with amusement.

You winced when the rough rope slipped in your hand and you missed the part you were meant to slip under and tuck around to pull it tight because you were too busy trying to remember how to breathe and oh lord he turned to face you, the smile never leaving his face.

“Got a bit of a problem there have ya?” he tilted his head, his eyes meeting yours as you nodded your head.

“We need better rope,” you said feeling like an idiot when he chuckled at you.

Blackbeard, the terrible and the mighty, the man who could crush a man’s skull with his bare hands and sink a warship with his name alone grabbed the rope, his fingers brushing against yours sending your head into a spin.

“You just take this bit,” he started, holding your hand with one piece of rope still gripped. “And then you just..” he guided your hand and you struggled to focus on what he was teaching you.

“And… pull… there!” he proclaimed with a smile, his hands never leaving yours and you just dumbly nodded.

“Thanks, Cap.”

“Oh anytime, thank you for noticing my hair by the way, made me feel good,” he said with a wink before he left your side, you stared after him as he sauntered off to talk to Izzy once more.

Had he done that just so you’d notice? You leaned against the side and tried to calm yourself as you closed your eyes, focusing on the sea breeze though you weren't going to get his words out of your mind for a while.

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The Dangers of Falling: One

Heyo

I debated posting any of this at all because it’s not the best I’ve written but eh, I wanted a fic with a female love interest and haven’t been able to find one, so I made one myself. 

This is the first part of a longer fic, who knows if I’ll finish it at all. I have a terrible track record with these sorts of things.

Basically, time traveler from our day and age, goes back to steal shit from the 1700s/Golden Age of Pirates, and one day bumps into Blackbeard. Shenanigans and such ensue. The first at least two chapters will be before the events of OFMD.

General Fic Warnings for the series:  Named OC - Amaryllis/Ama. Potentially smut but I’m undecided on it. For sure flirting, kisses probably, and some violence overall. Thruple. EdxAmaxStede, or rather, EdxAma and then EdxStede/EdxAma, and even more eventually EdxAmaxStede because I am greedy shut up

Warnings: Drinking, some vague allusions to sex I guess. Pirates. Time Traveler explanation because I hyper focused on that for some reason.  I promise it’ll get more exciting later.

ANYWAY

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"If you fancy the woman, go woo her," Izzy Hands groaned after watching his Captain staring at a woman across the bar. She wasn't anything special in Izzy's eyes. Just another woman, though she was a bit oddly dressed. She looked like she hadn't seen much hardship, so he figured she must be some high bred thing looking for adventure. Izzy grinned into his drink thinking how she'd surely get into more trouble than she bargained for once Blackbeard got his hands on her.

"Maybe I will," Blackbeard took a sip from his drink but didn't move. His eyes were trained on the woman. 

She was wearing dark pants, knee high boots. They both looked well made. She wore a white cotton shirt that had a wide collar, which showed far more of her neck and clavicle than he'd ever seen a woman wear that wasn't selling herself. The sleeves were oversized and loose around her arms. Over the whole thing she wore an open duster type coat, sleeveless. It looked like she'd taken some wealthy landowners dressing gown and cut off the sleeves. Thick brocade fabric in blues and greens. He'd never seen a woman, or really anyone, dress like that before her. 

But her wild manner of dress wasn't why he was staring. Blackbeard had in fact, seen her before.

It was just over a month ago. He had seen her pickpocket several men in a different bar, in a different port town. She smiled at them and laughed lightly while her hands roamed into their pockets and stole their coins and trinkets. Blackbeard had followed her then, hoping to see if she wanted to work for him for a while. She was remarkably good at what she was doing.

As he watched the woman laugh now, drinking with some locals, he couldn't help but remember the way she snuck off into the trees that last time. How she had stopped to check to see if she was followed. He had kept to the shadows and she missed him entirely. Whether that was his hiding skill or her ignorance he wasn’t sure. But he saw her take a deep breath and disappear with a sound like a tree snapping in a gale. The sound of a hull as a cannon ball guts it.

And in the grass, a charred mess of lines, that when he got closer, appeared to be some sort of flower made from too many angles. 

"Captain?" Izzy brought him out of his thoughts. 

"Don't wait up," Blackbeard grinned as he stood. Izzy just chuckled as Blackbeard headed across to where the odd woman sat, her feet propped up on the table. 

The table got quiet all at once. Dark eyes peering down at them, making them shrink into their seats. 

"Captain, sir," one of the men stammered. 

"Can we get you a drink?" Another offered.

The woman looked up at the new man, took in his wild hair, long dark beard, leather jacket. Only one sleeve… she liked the look.

Her eyes were blue and curious, but she did not seem to recognize him.

"You should," Blackbeard said to the men, not taking his eyes off the woman. She just kind of smiled up at him as all three of her drinking friends left to get this wild man a drink. 

"Captain?" She asked. She wondered who he was that made her new friends so skittish. She didn’t care as much that they left, as they had already told her what she’d needed to know. How there was a man in town with a whole chest full of gold coins and candlesticks, and that it was well guarded. That guarded part didn’t bother her, she had her ways. She just needed to know the where.

"I want to know where you got that coat," he drawled, taking one of the newly vacated seats. She shifted to put her feet back on the floor.

"Funny, I was going to ask where you got yours," she smirked at him. Her face was glowing with drink he thought. She knew it was a blush because she thought he was pretty.

"I know a guy," he shrugged.

"Bought mine from a dress shop in London, custom made." she told him. "I feel like I should know who you are by the way my friends reacted to you," 

"Names Blackbeard," he couldn't help but grin at the way her blue eyes widened. Clouds parting to reveal the sky.

"Thee Blackbeard? Edward Teach?" She clarified, excited. He was surprised she knew his second name. Also surprised she knew Blackbeard but had no idea what he looked like.

"Edward Teach, born on a beach, that’s me." 

“I did a whole report on you in school,” The edge of her mouth tipped up into a wry smile.

“School?”

“Yeah, I suppose educating women isn’t something they do much here,” She shrugged as though that was obvious.

The three sailors that had been keeping her company came back with drinks for the Captain. Each one set a glass of either rum or whiskey down before him and stood there for a moment before he acknowledged them at all.

"Bugger off," he told them with a tip of his head. They scattered like flies. 

The woman chuckled slightly and grabbed one of the drinks they'd brought him. 

"So what does the infamous Blackbeard want with little old me?" She asked. He had a smirk on his face while he watched her take a sip of his drink. She knew who he was now and still had no fear of him. 

Fascinating. 

"I really did want to know where you got that coat," he admitted. Half truth.

He took one of the other glasses and drank from it.

"Like I said, London," 

"Never much cared for London," he said. 

"I only go there for shopping, the people generally suck," he couldn’t place her accent but it sounded lovely. He found he wanted to hear her talk more, just to hear it lilt.

"What do they call you?" Blackbeard asked. 

"Amaryllis," she told him. He'd never heard such a name.

For the moment he decided to wait to ask her about the mystery of her disappearing act, that could wait. He was happy enough to simply share drinks with her. Watch how her skepticism faded into a relaxed air of companionship. Her whole face danced through her emotions as she told him about how she was only in town looking for money.

“In a way, I suppose I’m a pirate too, but with no strings attached,” She smiled at him.

“How’s that then?” Edward mused watching her mischief dance across her face.

“Well, I steal stuff and love the sea, basically a pirate,” She argued. He chuckled.

“Pirates are more than that,” 

“I break the law a lot,” She offered.

“That’s closer,” 

“And like I said, a pirate with no strings attached. I don’t need a ship, I don’t need a crew. I don’t need a Captain telling me what to do,” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he smirked against the rim of his glass. She was something else.

“That just makes you a thief, luv,” He said a bit more seriously than the moment called for. Amaryllis just laughed.

“Semantics,” She finished her drink and someone brought her a new one before she could stand.

Blackbeard loved how easily he got Ama talking like they were old friends. She was strange, animated, and intelligent. Charming. They shared another drink and when she was thoroughly lubricated, he went in for the kill. 

"So how do you do that whole disappearing act, then?" He asked as though he was asking about the weather. He sipped his drink to hide his wry smile. 

She froze, but tried to recover.

"What are you talking about?" There was no way he could know. 

"Bought a month back, saw you pickpocket half a bar. I followed you out into the trees and bang, you disappeared like god herself came down and plucked you right into the sky.” He took another slow drink from his cup, his eyes steady and dark while he held her gaze.

"Why would you follow a pickpocket?" She leaned forward, hoping the challenge would divert him.

"How did you disappear?" He countered, he leaned forward to meet her challenge with his own. She realized all at once that he wasn’t going to let this go that easily. Blackbeard, of course, wasn’t used to losing a battle, let alone a battle of wits or stubbornness.

“Well god had nothing to do with it,” Amaryllis scoffed, throwing herself back into her chair.

“Demons then? Or are you a witch? A siren perhaps?”

“Funny,” She rolled her eyes. “You call me a siren as if you’d ever heard me sing,” 

“Your voice is sweet enough,” Backbeard watched her blush at the compliment. 

Ama suddenly found herself out of her depth. Everything she knew told her not to tell someone in the past about herself, about the future. And Blackbeard of all people? She knew too much about him to talk with him much longer.

"I'm a time traveler," Amaryllis said anyway. She watched his face go from confusion to intrigue and back again. 

"The fuck is that?"

She should leave and not look back.

"It means, I can go backwards and forwards through time. In fact, to me, today? Right here right now? Is the past. All this is happening before I was ever born," she said. His brow folded into a frown. 

"How?" 

"Honestly I'm not sure how it works…something to do with the fact that everything is electricity…like lightning." she admitted. "All I really know is that I can do it," 

"That's fucking mental," his eyes were suddenly filled with childish delight. "Can you show me?"

"Fuck no," she scoffed. "Technically I shouldn't even have told you that much," she drank from her glass and tried to think of a way out. But his brown eyes and wild enthusiasm were refreshing. And she was terribly, terribly, lonely.

"Got any other magic powers?" He asked. 

"I don't know that it's magic exactly, but I can teleport a bit as well, makes landing safely easier. But both things make me super tired so I can't just go places willy nilly," 

"Teleport?"

"Basically, I can move from one place to another without walking. It's similar to the time travel, but less effort and energy. If I’m well rested, I can snap between places a few times before I pass out or worse."

"I don't know know half of what the fuck you're on about but keep talking," he leaned forward and she rolled her eyes. He couldn't believe how blue her eyes were. 

"You really want to know?" Skeptical but hopeful. She hadn't been able to talk about her powers with anyone, in any time period. The other travelers she'd met were mostly just passing through and very rarely stopped to talk to her. Except Kolin, but he was a jerk at best, an asshole usually, and pretentious all the time.

"I haven't heard anything even half this interesting in…" he thought for a second. "Ever." She laughed again. "So if you're not from here, where are you from?"

"Well I am actually from The New World, but it's much different by the time I come around, and not at all new anymore." She shook her head for a second, the absurdity of the whole thing was not lost on her. "I'm from about 300 years in the future," 

"No shit. You look good for your age," he offered. She laughed again.

"Being negative 300 and change is surprisingly good for your skin," She joked.

“You said if you snap too many times you pass out or worse, what’s that about?”

“It takes a lot of energy to Travel. Time Travel is the most work, especially coming this far. When I land I usually have to sleep for a while before I can function at all. The initial bit is like waking up drunk,” Ama said, trying to say it in a way he’d understand.

“Drunk or hungover?” 

“Depends on the trip,” Ama admitted. “This trip was almost dreamlike, as though I’d been awoken in the middle of a dream and it didn’t want to let me go. Almost walked right off a pier,” She laughed at herself.

“What’s the ‘worse’ option?”

“Umm,” Ama felt herself blush in shame. She hadn’t overdone it in awhile, but she knew it was a terrible thing when she did.

“That bad huh?” 

“Yeah, well, everything is electricity, and if I do too much, the electricity in me and around me kind of arc flashes…explodes. Sank a whole ship like that one time on accident,” 

“I’ve sank a few ships,” Blackbeard smiled almost with venom. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” 

Amaryllis looked at him for a long moment, her blue eyes turbulent. She wanted to believe him, to let his words make it ok. To ease the beast in her chest that growled and wanted her to destroy more. To let the lightning out.

“Hearing what you have, you don’t think I’m a monster?” It was a stupid question, but Ama knew she wouldn’t see him after this, so who cared.

“Sounds like you’re a good time,” Blackbeard mused. “Could use a lady like you on my crew, whatdaya say? Looking for work?”

“You’re insane,” Serious voice, hopeful eyes.

“I wouldn’t get half the shit done that I get done if I was sane.” He agreed.

“Jesus fuck,” Ama rubbed her eyes. She was more drunk than she had planned on getting. Her limbs were loose and her head was swimming, but she had yet to descend into the giggles or the crying that she knew was 50/50 when that point was reached.

“Is that a yes?”

“No, I’m a thief not a pirate I recall someone telling me,” She tipped her glass to him and drained it.

“How do you figure out where to land when you travel here?” Edward asked. She pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“Usually, I aim for a town of some kind, I have a map back home of this time period, so I have a better chance of getting where I want to go.” Ama then got a wild excitement in her eyes. “I did figure out an even better way though,” She hadn’t had anyone to tell how clever she was for her pendant trick.

Ama was surprised to find herself as comfortable talking than she should have.

"And this baby?" She pulled a long chain from the pocket inside her duster. Attached to the chain was a silver pendant, about two fingers wide, and three tall. Oval, well loved, dark silver. "This is my shortcut. Sometimes I leave it in a place I want to return to. And so far no one has stolen it before I returned for it," 

"A short cut?" 

"Yeah, so it's a very long trip, right? Sometimes it's easier to have a point to aim at rather than a general destination." She put the pendant back in her pocket. "I guess that part is a little bit magic, I had to do a sort of spell to tie the pendants to each other and then to me." She pursed her lips and hummed, surprised she hadn't thought about it like that before. 

"Fucking mental," he said for maybe the hundredth time. 

"It kind of is," she agreed. Blackbeard had a plan forming in his head now. This woman was the most interesting thing he'd come across in years and he wasn't about to just let that go.

The two spent the rest of the night talking. Mostly Edward asking questions and Ama answering them. And she was thrilled to be heard for once. 

But she knew when she left that night, she would never see Blackbeard again. Even if he was far more charming than the history books had suggested. Even if she kind of wanted to see him and his mischief filled brown eyes again.

"I need to go find a place to sleep for the night, but it's been wonderful talking to you, Captain," she said "captain" like a term of endearment and he ate it up. 

"I've got a ship," he offered. Ama laughed again, knowing that couldn’t mean anything less than sordid, a slight blush coloring the tips of her ears.

“While that sounds fun and all, I really do need to go.” She thought for a moment. “I need to go back home actually, I’ll let you watch this time if you want.”

“Fuck. Yes please,” He almost moaned and she couldn’t help the smile from forming on her face. She’d never met someone who thought she was so interesting before, she would miss it. Miss him even maybe.

“Come on then,” Ama smiled as she stood and headed for the door. She felt her cheeks get hot when Blackbeard put his arm around her, guiding her through the crowd. Who knew the pirate would be chivalrous too?

And who knew a pickpocket wouldn’t notice getting pickpocketed?

[Masterlist]

[Chapter 2: Under Construction]

[stedefxckingbonnet]

Past Lives | Izzy Hands x Reader

Izzy Hands x Gn!Reader

Summary: Quite some time has passed since you joined the crew of The Revenge per being saved, and you've grown particularly close to the one who brought you aboard. One night in particular is breathtaking and you decide you cannot contain your feelings anymore, but you had never learned exactly how to express these sorts of feelings to another person, let alone Izzy Hands. So, you do so in the only way you know how.

Warnings: slight angst/tension, slight avoidant attachment style (w/resolution though), kissing, some strong language

Word count: 2264 (some longer ones coming your way in the near future, though!)

A/N: hi hi lovely people! This is honestly the first x reader I've written since I was probably 14-15, so please bear that in mind! My interpretation of Izzy I feel like, isn't always 100% representative of him in the show itself, but I feel like I tried to capture him at his core while exploring this more sensitive side of him that we are getting in season 2, perhaps more of a what he is on the pathway to being, and therefore already is, if that makes any sense. Just has to be unlocked in levels. Plus, Izzy deserves the world so I just wanted to write something sweet to dip my toe back into this sort of writing. Anyhow, I'd like to get back into the habit of writing these so please, do request! I hope you all enjoy this one, comments are much appreciated xx

The stars illuminated the sky in such a way that it almost looked like a painting—a bit too picturesque, like one of those artworks that only aristocrats could afford to have on the wall of their ornate mansions passed through the centuries, or even built and curated just for them. Nonetheless, it was breathtaking, and the fresh air coursed through your veins and senses so effortlessly and made you feel alive. Nights like these weren't meant to be spent hidden away in your quarters and you knew that. Once you were sure everyone had retired for the night, you quietly crept onto the main deck, ready for your moment of solace that you had been seeking for weeks now.

You approached one of the railings, scanning across the deck still to see if anyone had been lurking nearby. The coast was clear, and finally, you found somewhere to lean on as you stared out into the night sky, the wind blowing through even the hairs on your neck, making them stand. On occasion, you'd be sprayed by the sea but it was the most at peace you had felt in weeks.

"Rough night?" you heard someone quietly call from a short distance away. You almost jumped, but you quickly turned around only to see Izzy Hands. Relief washed over you, as did a nervous feeling that had only begun recently. You inhaled sharply as Izzy waltzed over, thanking the stars for not illuminating this spot too much, therefore being no way he saw you craving that much air in your lungs. He leaned beside you on the railing, awaiting your reply.

"Not at all," you admitted. "Quite the opposite. It's so beautiful out tonight."

Izzy only nodded. He joined you in looking out at the landscape presented before him. In all of his years of sailing, it was all he had ever known--the sky and the sea, yet, he had never thought it to be this ravishing before. He never noticed how lovely it could be. Being here with you, he saw it all in a new light. He discreetly glanced over at you once again. He had noticed the way your lips slightly parted when you saw something you liked, and the way your shoulders lowered when you were relaxed. He noticed that you'd twiddle your thumbs when you were truly happy—in fact, you happened to be doing it right now. Izzy allowed his lips to curl into a smile upon realizing this. Finally, he broke the silence.

"I've never seen anything like this," he admitted, almost out of breath whilst he was still looking over at you. You still hadn't noticed.

"Isn't it...divine?" you chuckled. "Beautiful seems too weak a word."

"I feel the opposite. I don't think I've ever described anything as beautiful before."

"Really? Not once?"

Izzy shook his head. "Saving it for something special, I guess."

Silence filled the space between the two of you once again, but for once in your life, it was a comfortable silence. You looked out at the sea, but this time, you could feel Izzy's eyes on you. You attempted to discreetly glance his way, and you couldn't help but smile when you locked eyes. You looked away as you practically felt your cheeks burning and your stomach turning, and you hoped to the sea gods that you weren't falling ill. But these forlorn feelings felt honestly incredible, for once. A wave of confusion crashed over you, and it was growing more and more difficult to ignore.

"You alright?" Izzy inquired with genuine concern. This entire time, his eyes have not left you.

"What? Me?"

Izzy chuckled. "Who else?"

"Fine. Just fine."

"Just fine?"

"Do you believe in past lives?" you suddenly heard yourself ask, and already you were cursing yourself for it.

"Past lives?" Izzy repeated pensively. You nodded, looking over at him intently. It took him a moment to think of a response, and even still, he seemed unsure. "This sure as hell feels like the first time I'm living. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have made a lot of the decisions and mistakes I've made, I suppose."

You felt your heart sink, and it almost felt like there was no way to retrieve it. "I see. Well, goodnight."

Without letting Izzy have another word, you scurried back to your quarters, tears streaming down your cheeks like waterfalls.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You awoke the next morning with a sharp pain in your chest. You winced as you forced yourself out of bed, though as you dressed, the feeling began to dissipate. You almost teared up again upon reminiscing last night. What were you thinking, asking something like that of Israel Hands? Where did that even come from? Why did his answer hurt so terribly? A million thoughts swarmed around in your head like flies, and there wasn't much you could do to swat them away. You felt like holing yourself up in your room but you knew that with Stede as one of the captains, this wasn't much of an option. After hovering your hand above the doorknob for what seemed like ages, you finally twisted it, revealing yourself to the crew. Already, everyone seemed to be intertwined in their usual antics and fuckeries--it would have been fun and refreshing to see if not for the somber mood you were in. Lucius waved you over, and you seriously thought of walking right past him, but he was your dear friend, like a brother to you and you wouldn't have forgiven yourself if you dismissed him. You trudged over to him, and he immediately recognized your gloom.

"Well good morning, mopey," Lucius teased, nudging you in the shoulder.

"Not today, Luci," you mumbled. "Not today."

Lucius' smile dropped, though he raised a brow. "Talk to me. Who do I need to punch?"

"No one. I'm just having a bad day."

"You are such a bad liar."

"I just don't wanna talk about it," you grumbled. Lucius was at a loss for words, but thankfully you knew just what to say. "The sky was lovely last night. If only you'd been awake to sketch it. You're the only one who would have done it any justice."

"Maybe I'll have another chance tonight," Lucius said hopefully.

"Maybe you will," you breathed out as suddenly, none other than Izzy himself appeared onto the deck. You gulped and turned away from him immediately.

"Whoa, whoa. What's going on with you and Iz—“

"—I don't wanna talk about it," you almost seethed. Before you knew it, a finger tapped your shoulder. You swiveled around, fighting the tears in your eyes.

"Got a minute?"

"Not exactly."

"What better do you have to do?" Izzy demanded. Your jaw dropped, and you were waiting for your thoughts to catch up with your mouth but they never did. "That's what I thought. Come on, Y/N."

"Later, okay? Not right now. Tonight," you promised. "That's my best offer."

"I'll hold you to it."

You immediately realized the mistake you had made, and how difficult and miraculous it would be to get through this entire day before possibly knowing what Izzy wanted from you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The shadow of the moon was present once again, and for once, you dreaded the wonders of nighttime. It felt perilous and peculiar now, like a friend you didn't quite recognize anymore. But, a promise was a promise, you'd be damned if you broke one, let alone this one. As frustrated and almost devastated as you were, you'd never allow yourself to break a promise to Izzy. You pulled your favorite capelet over your shoulders and started toward the deck to find Izzy already waiting in your usual spot. You hadn't realized it until now, but this really was your and Izzy's spot. It's where you wiped away his tears when he cried in front of you the first time, it's where he sat with you countless times when you couldn't sleep, it's where the two of you conversed until dawn frequently. Always this spot. It took everything in you to fight off a pang of joy upon experiencing such an epiphany. Izzy didn't notice that you had appeared beside him until you looked over at him finally.

"Are you alright? You seemed a bit...I don't know. Not yourself this morning, and last night."

"I'm fine," you shrugged, knowing Izzy would see right through you like you were a phantom.

"I don't buy that for a second," Izzy rolled his eyes. And with that, silence surrounded you both once again. It frustrated Izzy to no end that he couldn't figure out what was plaguing you. He always felt as if he was able to put a finger on whatever it was that bothered you, he prided himself on knowing you that well. The last thing he wanted was for you to become a stranger after all the two of you had endured together. The thought of losing you filled him with a sorrow he had never felt before.

"I'm sorry about what I asked you last night. About past lives and stuff," you suddenly said. Yet another moment where your mind and mouth weren't synced. You regretted saying this as soon as you began to speak, but you knew that once you did, there would be no stopping, no taking anything back.

"What was that all about, anyway?" Izzy implored. You almost scoffed at his tone but when you met eyes with him, you instantly realized that he genuinely wished to know. His eyes sort of twinkled when he was curious, and this was the first time you noticed such an endearing phenomenon.

"I just," you exhaled, pausing before you spoke again, this time choosing your words carefully. "Why'd you save me that day at Jackie's?"

Izzy was taken aback at such a question. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Not at all, actually," you laughed in annoyance, which was only a coping mechanism for the extreme anxiety you were undergoing in this moment.

"I honestly can't give you an answer you'd want," Izzy admitted. "I just felt...called to. I could tell it would be nice having you around here. I wanted to give you a place you could call home."

"So, wait, you care about me?" you inquired seriously, which only earned a chuckle of disbelief from him.

"Of course I do, dammit!"

"I don't know, Iz, I just...from the moment we met I felt this connection to you and I can't explain it. No matter how hard I could try, I won't be able to. I felt like I was meant to be around you."

"You think I didn't feel that way, too?"

"You did?" you asked, a glint of hope looming in your voice.

"Of course I did. And, I do. I can't explain it either. But I felt as if we were meant to be around each other, in each other's lives. I don't know," he rambled nervously. This was the first time you had seen Izzy like this. It was a side of him you weren't even sure he possessed until now.

"I guess I sort of caked that to the past life shit," you sighed. "And when you said you didn't believe in past lives, I freaked out and took that as you not caring about me and everything we've built just felt like a huge lie."

"Everything we've built," Izzy repeated.

"I'm so sorry," you laughed embarrassedly. "I don't know what I'm talking about."

"No," Izzy cut you off, putting his gloved finger to your lips. You could feel Izzy's breath on your face. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have asked you to come with me. I had only known you for a few moments and I already knew you would be...important to me."

You were absolutely baffled. You opened your mouth to speak, and not a sound escaped it. Izzy took a step closer to you, slowly moving his hand to cup the right side of your face.

"And it helps that you are just...beautiful," he whispered as your foreheads touched. You could've sworn your heart was going a million miles a minute and that you would need some sort of village medic after this. As if it were instinct, your hand made its way into his carefully swept hair, and it felt like silk between your fingers. All of your worries suddenly melted away as you melted into one another, your lips brushing up against one another's. You nodded pleadingly, yes, you wanted this, followed by a nod from Izzy and finally, like puzzle pieces, your lips connected. It felt effortless and so, so right to share such closeness. Two becoming one, two souls merging to create a love bigger than either of you. A love that had been carefully crafted ever since the first day of meeting. A love that the both of you knew would inevitably take hold, because it always did in all the stories you devoured and then later went on to show to Izzy. A love that you had craved since you heard of the concept of it. A love that Izzy never thought he would attain in his lifetime.

You gasped happily for air, yet your foreheads still touched. Izzy gazed at you as if you were the only other person in the world and the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon.

"Perhaps I haven't had any past lives," Izzy breathed. "but I will have love for you in all my next."

[just-a-little-cellist]

Would love to see your hcs for being in a relationship with Ed! PDA or ideas on how he and reader would spend time together, your choice!

(yessssss I love Ed so much and the OFMD brainrot is real! gonna do PDA headcanons if that's alright, hope you enjoy!)

(Ed/Blackbeard x gender neutral reader - no warnings, just fluff)

Ed is pretty affectionate with the people he cares about, especially when he's on the Revenge.

After all, who's going to protest? He's the most feared pirate on the seas so nobody has the guts to say anything (except maybe Izzy but Ed puts a stop to that fairly quick).

It seems like he always has a hand on you somewhere, normally just wherever is most convenient.

He's rarely seen with you without having a hand on your lower back, or an arm around your shoulders, or a hand on your thigh when you're sat together.

If you're holding hands, he likes to fidget with your fingers a lot and intersperses it with soft kisses pressed to your knuckles (he's a romantic after all).

He will also randomly pick you up when you're not expecting it just to hear your squeak of surprise, he thinks it's adorable.

(It's mostly to express his love for you but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like to show you off a bit.)

One of the things that brings you both the most comfort, however, is touching foreheads before one of you leaves. It started when Ed was about to go on a raid, and when you expressed your worry he gently pressed his forehead to yours in a silent promise that he'd come back safe. It's now become part of your routine, and neither of you will leave without it.

I will say this once, loudly for the people in the back: EDWARD TEACH LOVES HUGS FROM BEHIND. Both giving and receiving.

He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, and he loves it even more if you're busy doing things because then he can watch you work. But he equally enjoys when you surprise him with hugs - it takes his mind off of the stress of being captain for a moment and makes him feel so genuinely wanted.

(basically Ed loves you more than life itself and wants to be near you all the time ok bye)

[unicornletters]

izzy x gn reader, post s2 (spoilers, no mcd)

Izzy stretches in bed next to you, so you know he’s awake. He can only ever sleep curled up into himself, in the tiniest ball imaginable. He hates that you find it cute. So, his limbs extending means he’s up.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.

He cracks open one eye and peers at you.

“I got shot in the gut and I’m down half a leg.”

He leans in to kiss you, and it’s warm and sweet.

“All in all, dove, I’d say I’m doing fine,” he says against your lips.

You smile despite yourself. In the ruins of the Republic of Pirates, you found the outskirts of the city for the first time, and you’re farther inland than you think you’ve been in ages. You can barely hear the sea. But this was the only place left to take Izzy to recover — unless you wanted to be the first guests in Ed and Stede’s inn, an honor you left for some other poor traveler. 

“Where’s the crew?” Izzy asks, yawning. Of course it’s the first thing on his mind this morning.

“On the ship,” you say. “I hear they’re making Frenchie captain.”

Izzy laughs.

“Bless him, he’ll be a good one,” Izzy says. “Everyone’s there?”

“Everyone but Ed and Stede,” you say. “They stayed on here to rehab a shack to turn into an inn to run together.”

“Huh,” Izzy says. “Well, all right. Very Anne and Mary of them.”

It’s your turn to laugh. You heard about the fire sale at the antiques store, and you hope Ed and Stede aren’t actually headed that way. 

“I’d kill for some tea,” Izzy says, stretching again. “Where are we, anyway?”

“A vacant house,” you reply. “Outside of town.”

“Newly vacant?” Izzy asks, and you nod. “I’ll try to rustle up some breakfast for us, then,” he says, making to sit up and put on his prosthetic.

“Absolutely not,” you say. “You’re staying in bed, indestructible or not.”

He scowls at you, but you kiss the furrow of his brow.

“I love you,” you tell him. “Let me take care of you.”

“I love you too,” he says softly. “Couldn’t bear dying, losing you. Losing this.”

“Glad you didn’t, then,” you say with a smile, and head into the house’s kitchen to find, god willing, tea and something to eat.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Our Flag Means Death - Izzy Hands x Listener SFW Getting Together With Izzy Hands

[M4A] [Spoilers for S2 E1-3] [Discussion of trauma] [Kissing] [Romantic]

[Set after episode 3 and before episode 4, you were one of Stede's crew members that Blackbeard kept. You and Izzy have feelings for each other but he had to push you away so Blackbeard wouldn't hurt you. Now Blackbeard's gone.]

I thought I'd never voice Izzy again because his voice is hard it do and I'm not confident about it but lots of Patrons have been requesting for him to come back and the other night I watched the 3 episodes of season 2 that are out and... Oh how the tables have turned. I've always loved Izzy, I loved him in season 1, and to see so many season 1 Izzy haters now liking him too makes me really happy. I just want to give Izzy a big hug and hold his hand.

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Custom audio commissions are open! Full public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[squidinkedcreative]

made me in the ofmd universe so i can truly make izzy x me art LMAO

(it is NOT accurate to my irl visage, it IS accurate to how i want my irl visage to look further down the line!)

heres the sketch and the line art i traced to transfer it to watercolor paper heh

[honeycombstrawberry]

my world seems to shine

pairing: ed teach x reader (gn pronouns) rating: teen word count: 2,434 one-sentence synopsis: you wake up in the middle of the night to find ed gone, and you're sure you know where he went, even if you're not totally sure what's bothering him. author’s note: i'm trying to write more reader fic!! i'm posting some drabbles on here but!! but i also got this request and had to write more for it!! i had to!! here's a little longer fic as a gift!!

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

At first, you’re not sure what’s woken you up.

It takes you a second to realize it’s because you’re alone. Usually, you share the single slung hammock-cot you’re currently nestled in with Ed, but he’s somehow managed to disentangle himself from you and wriggle free without you waking up. You must’ve been incredibly deeply asleep; you don’t know how you didn’t notice, unless he was extremely careful to the point of absurdity.

Knowing Ed, he probably was extremely careful to the point of absurdity. Most things he does are to the point of absurdity.

A glance around you at your other crewmates reveals that nobody else has woken up. If they have, they don’t show it; every pair of eyes is closed, every face turned away. You don’t see Ed amongst them, though you can see Izzy, at a distance, so— Wherever Ed is, he’s not with him.

Frowning, you make your gentle, as-quiet-as-possible way out of the bunk room. On a ship this large, you wish you’d all been given more space to sleep, but— That’s life. You and Ed have been mates for a couple of years, now; he has big plans, talk of taking his own ship and sailing off with you and Izzy and a few other crewmates in tow with him as the captain. He plans, all the time. You’ll believe it when you see it, even though you really, really want to see it.

The thing is— You and Ed—

You share a life, pretty much.

He trusts openly, and quickly; he loves immediately, and absolutely; he will do anything and everything for someone he considers a friend, even if they just met. It’s a strange offset to his chaotic violence, the sharp, prickling edge of him that sometimes flares up into rage, but he’s—

He’s mostly trusting, and soft, and strangely gentle, and just— far too nice for such an intense person. The duality of him, the loving sort of curse that surges through him, all of it is just— It has you loving him. And you—

You share your lives, and you share your time, and you share a hammock. You’re partners in pretty much everything, except you haven’t told him you love him, and he hasn’t told you he loves you. Of course, you love each other; of course, you tell each other that casually. But you’ve never said it with the weight of all it means behind your words; you’ve never kissed him; you’ve never held him and known, known, that he’s holding you back the same way.

You don’t know what’s holding you back. Maybe you’re afraid of hurting him; maybe you’re afraid of him hurting you. Maybe, actually, you’re a little afraid that this could actually work, and last, and you don’t know how to have such a good thing in a life like this and get to keep it.

The thought terrifies you, all the time. You don’t want to lose Ed; you don’t think you can. If he leaves, you can only hope against hope that he really will take you with him.

That terrifying thought, the one where Ed’s gone without you, is what pushes you to keep seeking him out now. You can’t find him below deck, but you didn’t really expect him to be there, anyway. He wanders off, from time to time, to think, or be alone, or just— be, sometimes.

Usually, there’s one main place he’ll go to do this.

You’re not surprised when you go up on deck and find Ed leaning over the railing, staring down into the impossibly dark expanse of the sea below, so deep and shadowed that he couldn’t even begin to see what’s inside, let alone the bottom of it. He’s still searching downwards like he can find something, though, eyes fixed resolutely downward.

One of your mates is still up at the helm; he’s ignoring you, pretending you’re not there. You wonder how long Ed’s been up here like this, but there’s only so much you can do, now. You’re here when you can be; you can’t turn back time.

Approaching slowly in your stocking feet, you barely make a sound. Ed doesn’t seem to realize you’re there until you’re just beside him.

Then, he jumps a bit, catching you in his peripheral vision. A hand clutched to his chest, he says, “Fuck, mate, what the f— I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was,” you say. You mimic his position, planting your forearms on the railing, overlapping each other, supporting your weight as you lean forward to look down into the water, seeing what he’s been looking at. “I thought you were, too.”

“Yeah, well.” You can feel Ed’s dark eyes on the side of your head, still. You turn to meet them, to be swallowed up in them, unable to turn away. He echoes, “I was.”

You offer him what you hope is a reassuring smile, small but solid. A smile of his own twitches beneath the dark beard he’s been growing in, twisting curls that are nearly long enough to brush his chest, now. It matches the dark sweep of his hair, the long tresses of black hair that he’s got gathered up into a sloppy twist at the back of his head, strands of twirling-ivy curls spilling out all over the place. He’s sea-air-rough and freckled with the sun and stronger than you’ve ever seen him.

The breath in your chest catches, lungs abruptly tight. You’ve always known he’s a fairly commanding leader, and a charismatic sort of attention-grabber; he’d make a good captain, tactical and clever and fun and assertive. Now, though— Now, you’re seeing how capable he really does look.

You’re both so much older than you were. You’re adults, people who can set off on your own, and, now, you really think you might even be capable of it. Especially if you’re together.

“Something eating you?” you ask.

He motions at the sea below. “Sharks and shit. All sorts of fucking nonsense.”

“Not literally,” you tell him, though you’re sure he knows that already. “What’s wrong, then? What is it, why aren’t you sleeping?”

He shrugs, one shoulder lifting as he turns back towards the sea again. In the moonlight, he shines. He practically glows, all of that bright full-moon light cast down over his darkness, highlighting his features in moonbeams and starshine and all sorts of incredible things, shadowing him in such dramatic angles that you can’t help the surge of want that courses through you.

You’re always easy with your touches, but this feels— different. This feels more direct, more intentional. This isn’t the two of you joking with each other, or fooling around, where you know this isn’t supposed to mean anything— the same way he’s fooled around with Jack, and Izzy, and and you’ve done the same, various crewmates just to help ease the loneliness.

Nobody eases it like Ed, though. That’s probably part of why you feel emboldened to reach out and touch him, to cup his face in your hand and turn him back towards you until your eyes meet again.

He looks— startled, when you first connect, eyebrows lifting a bit and eyes wider, surprised by your unexpected, firm touch.

“What’s actually bothering you?” you ask, voice slightly lower, as if you’re asking him to tell you a secret. In a way, you are; it’s hard for him to be truly honest, for him to inspect his emotions and convey them accurately and genuinely to you. It’s a struggle for the both of you, honestly; it means a lot that he’s at least trying, that you both are.

After a beat of hesitation, Ed tells you, “It’s stupid.”

“If it’s bothering you,” you tell him, “It’s not. Shit that bothers you festers if you keep it stuffed up inside. Eventually, your ass’ll cork, and you’ll fucking explode.”

He chokes on a laugh, turning into your hand. You don’t know if he means to do it, but he does, his lips gliding across the center of your palm, and your fingers curl up into him automatically, drawing him a bit closer.

His eyes shift up to yours once more, face tilting back again. When you meet, he says, “That’s bullshit,” and you grin.

“Not if you keep this up,” you inform him. “I mean it.” With your free hand, you mime a small explosion over your own chest, trapped between your two bodies. You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to each other; you didn’t even notice yourself moving, honestly. “Just— Boom. Blood and guts everywhere.”

Ed laughs again, but it ends on a sigh. When your brow creases, a bit, your own amusement starting to slip away in the face of his obvious— agitation, you think you’d call it, he reaches up to catch your wrist in his hand.

His touch is impossibly gentle, when he guides you downwards, threads your fingers together. You’re not sure what he’s going to say, or what to expect. All you know is your heart is pounding up into the back of your throat, and your blood is racing like lightning, and your pulse thunders in your ears, and you’re not sure what’s happening, only that— that something is happening.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Ed confesses to you, his voice quiet. You asked for a secret, and he gives one; this vulnerable, honest confession obviously takes a lot out of him. After a beat, he continues, almost in a rush of words, “I want to leave, but I— I can’t until I figure some shit out. And I’m stuck on figuring the shit out. And it fucking— It sucks, man. I think I’m fucking it up.”

“Oh, hey,” you say, squeezing his hand. “You can’t fuck it up that bad, c’mon. What is it?”

Ed hesitates, another beat. Then, he says, “Nah, I shouldn’t— This is stupid, actually,” and shakes his head, and starts to turn away, separating your hands, and your heart leaps in fear, panic, agitation.

“No, wait,” you say quickly. He turns back, brow furrowed; you tighten your grip on his hand, unwilling to release him. “It’s not stupid, I already said that. Just tell me so I can help you fix it.”

“I can’t tell you,” he says.

“Why not?” you demand. “You tell me everything else. I can help.”

“You can’t,” he insists. “It’s not—”

“What, you can’t tell me?” you ask him. Your heart breaks, a little bit. “Is it— Is it about me? Do you want to leave me here?”

“Wh— No,” Ed hurries to assure you. “What the fu— No, not at all!” He runs his hand through his hair, displacing more of the loose strands, falling around his moon-shadowed face. “Fuck, I’m fucking this up so bad. Shit—”

“Fucking what up?” you ask, in the second before he surges down towards you, sealing you in a kiss.

For a second, you’re just— shocked. He meets you with bruising force, kisses into you with teeth, and then separates just as quickly, there and gone in a flash.

You blink upwards at him, startled. There’s a moment where it feels like you’re free-falling, like he’s somehow shoved you over the rail into the sea and you’ve catapulted beneath the waves to drown there. It’s like a dream, and you’re waiting to wake up, but you don’t. It’s real: the pressure of his kiss, and the remnants of his heat, and the blazing way he’s studying you now, barely a breath away, waiting for your response.

You manage to get your mouth open, and say, confused and shell-shocked and overjoyed, “Are you kidding me?”

“What?” he asks. “What d—”

“How could this be fucking up?” you ask him. You can’t stop smiling, taking his hands and drawing him in closer. He’s got a bewildered smile of his own, something puzzled but piecing together. “What, kissing me? That’s what you thought you’d fuck up?”

“I’m not—” Ed starts, then stops. “You know, man. I’m not, like— Good. I’m not a good guy. I do bad things, and shit. I don’t—”

“Hey, whoa, wait,” you tell him, reaching up to catch his face between your rough hands, forcing him to look at you, to meet your eyes. “Slow down. We do the same shit, Ed.”

“But—”

“But nothing,” you insist, unwilling to hear him slandering himself for no reason. “If you’re bad, I’m bad. And you’re not. You’re someone who knows what they want and does it. You’re a good leader, and a brave man, and I l—”

Your breath sticks in your throat, catching thick at the back of your tongue, your lungs impossibly tight. You know how important this is; you can feel the weight of your words, the intensity, the meaning. You’ve said, “I love you,” to him before, but you mean it this time in a way you never have, and that—

That makes it more important to say, the most important to say.

“I love you,” you confess to him, and he exhales all at once.

“You—” he starts, then stops. Leaning in, he asks, all eager terror, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure,” you insist, surging into him for another kiss. Affection, and awe, and joy, and shock, and pure, sheer happiness surge through you, a feeling that means love and so much more.

Smiling into the kiss with you, separating again, Ed only draws far enough away for his lips to brush yours when he says, “F— I think I love you, too. Like— Really, really love you. Y’know what I mean?”

You nod jerkily, pushing up into him, giving him another quick kiss. Your insides are practically swelling with how much sheer emotion you’re feeling. It’s nearly too much, but you swallow it down, keep it inside, full to bursting. You can’t stop grinning, clutching him closer.

“You’re a good person, Ed,” you murmur against him. He takes your words into his mouth, brings them into himself. You’re hoping he can absorb them, that he can believe them. You place your hand over his pounding heart, smiling when you feel it rabbiting as fast as yours is, if not faster. “You’re really, really good. To me, you’re— You’re perfect.”

Ed captures your face between his rugged hands, drawing you in until your foreheads push together. Smiling, impossibly close, he says, “You are,” and surges into a kiss. The moon shines on you both, fills you both with that wonderfully brilliant starlight until you feel like it’s filling your mouths, your kiss, your hearts, yourselves.

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prompts used:

ofmd idea… ed and his partner have their first kiss ..?.?;!.!: his partner is just kind of in awe by him and keeps reminding him how good of a person he is under the moon… u don’t have to write it im just in love with Ed right now (anonymous)

[secondaxispoint]

REQUESTS

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Fandoms:

The Last of Us

Supernatural

The Mandalorian

Sherlock

Kingsman

Spider-Man

Dr. Strange

NARCOS

Our Flag Means Death

House M.D.

Good Omens

What We Do in the Shadows

Bond movies (Daniel Craig)

Criminal Minds

Detroit: Become Human

Dream Daddy

Team Fortress 2

Red Dead Redemption 2

(I might be leaving some out by accident)

WHAT I DO WRITE

Male reader x Male character

Gender Neutral reader x Male character

Male Character x Male character 

Trans male reader

WHAT I DON’T WRITE

Female reader

Underage

!ncest

Problematic ships

[littleoddwriter]

You write for ofmd?😳😳😳 hot person behavior.

I‘m in dire need of a Blackbeard x ftm!reader smut fanfic or I’ll die. I don’t even have a plot I’m so sorry. Maybe the reader is part of Blackbeard‘s crew and tries to lay low because of his situation.

Blackbeard seems to have grown infatuated with him and calls him to his private room (study?? Office??) one day to discuss something.

Ed basically acts all "weird", openly flirts with the reader and gets super touchy. Reader actually did fantasize about Ed before but can’t believe this is actually happening and just blurts out he’s trans. He says he understands if that disgusts Ed and he wants him gone off the ship or something but Ed is just like; "I don’t care?? I‘m literally obsessed with you wtf"

And then they go at it all night (obviously) :3

Want | Edward Teach/Blackbeard x Trans!Male!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hello there! Ok, I'm loving this and I sure hope you like what I've done with your request, thank you so much for it! :')

summary; See above. Minors DNI.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Gender Dysphoria and Light Euphoria; Oral Sex (Blowjob); Fingering; Penetrative Sex; Unsafe Sex; Kissing; Cuddling; Fluff and Smut.

Ever since you’ve made it onto Blackbeard’s ship and into his crew, you’ve been trying so hard to not let any of them know that you weren’t a ‘real’ man. Especially not Edward himself. If he knew, he was surely going to be disgusted and throw you overboard. And you didn’t exactly fancy dying at his hands (or at all), nor did you want to have to deal with his rejection. Because you really liked Ed. 

He was rough around the edges and a menace, but he had a heart. Besides that he was also gorgeous and the leather clothing had your mind reeling. You fantasized about him quite a bit. You knew he was into men. He didn’t make that a secret. The entire crew knew. Some of them have even slept with him. You wished you were one of those lucky few.

So, when he started paying more attention to you - seemingly to you, at least - you wondered if maybe he was simply trying to find out if he was right about you having been born with a female body. Your wishful thinking was trying to convince you that he liked you, too, though. But why would he? You were usually quite in the background. Other crew members often even forgot your name, or at least pretended that they did. Why would he ask you questions and spend time with you and look you over so closely if not for the sole reason of exposing you soon, then?

One night, though, Edward ordered you into his room. You were terrified. Had he finally found out?

You sat next to him on the little sofa he had in his room, which surprised you, considering it put you on an equal level and physically close with him. 

“I just wanted to say that I think you’re doing a great job, mate,” Ed told you kindly, putting a friendly hand on your shoulder. His touch lingered, drawing out, until you realised that he wasn’t taking his hand away at all. “You haven’t been here for long, but you’ve certainly proven to be worthy to stay on my ship.”

Swallowing thickly, you turned to get a better look at him. His eyes shone and he was smiling at you.

“Uh, thank you, Captain,” you said softly, completely dumbfounded. Why was he being so nice to you?

His hand slowly travelled down your arm and onto your thigh, near your crotch. Oh. Was he… flirting with you?

“Call me Ed,” he stated before continuing, “I was actually calling you in here because I thought we could up your position, eh? I think you deserve it. You’re doing better than some of the other crew members. But don’t tell’em that, okay, mate?”

“I won’t tell a soul, Ed, sir,” you nodded for emphasis, “And, uh, thank you. Really. But what kind of position did you have in mind for me?”

“Hm, not sure yet. Maybe you’ll be my third, eh? ‘Cause I can’t remove Izzy from being my second, but I’d like to keep you close, make you my third.” Ed’s hand rubbed your thigh, shortly touching you very close to your crotch and making you jump slightly. “What do ya say?”

Stunned, you looked at him for a long moment. Was he fucking with you? No. He was completely serious by the looks of it. 

“I’d love that, Captain, uh, Ed!” you exclaimed with a grin on your face. You couldn’t believe it!

Ed smiled and nodded in approval. Then, he leaned in, seemingly to kiss you. 

That was when you realised that there was one issue with his advances, no matter how much you liked them and how aroused you were getting because of his hand on your thigh.

“I’m not fully a man!” you blurted out suddenly. Edward leaned back in surprise, looking you over questioningly. 

“What do you mean?” he inquired, but kept his hand on you.

“Uh, I- I was born with a female body. I’m… I am a man. I know I am. But- uh- you know. And I understand if you’re disgusted and want me off the ship-”

“Oh! No, I don’t care,” Edward said easily, shrugging before leaning back in. He whispered against your lips, “I’m fuckin’ obsessed with you.”

Then, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your mind was still reeling with what he’s just told you. He was obsessed with you? Why?

Despite that, you reciprocated, opening your mouth slightly to let him lick into your mouth. Moaning softly, you moved your tongue against his, enjoying the proximity and how filthy it all was now, when seconds ago he was practically sweet-talking you.

Breaking the kiss, you were panting, breathing each other’s air as neither of you really moved out of the other one’s personal space. 

“I wanna fuck you,” Blackbeard murmured, bringing his free hand up to your face and caressing it with his fingers.

“Okay. I’d like that,” you whispered in response. 

Smiling, Edward ran his digits over your lips. Obediently, you opened your mouth for him and let him slide his index and middle fingers inside, rubbing against your tongue and pushing in as far as he could without making you gag. You closed your lips around the two fingers and sucked on them, keeping eye contact with Ed.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned before removing his digits from you mouth. 

Then, he started to unbutton his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. 

“Show me what else you can do with your mouth,” Ed commanded hoarsely.

Sliding down from the sofa and onto your knees, you took his cock into your hands and engulfed its head with your mouth, suckling on it, swirling your tongue around it and licking into his slit. You could feel him growing harder in your hands and mouth. It gave you quite the confidence boost. And so you used one hand to hold onto the base and grabbed his leather-clad thigh with the other one before sliding his cock further into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, sucking whenever you reached his cock head and going as far down as you could after.

Eventually, Ed grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off of him.

“I don’t wanna come just yet. Wanna do that in you. Okay, Y/N?” Hearing him say your name in that raspy voice he had from being so aroused had your stomach turn into little butterflies that fluttered inside of you. 

“Yeah- yes, please,” you nodded enthusiastically.

Standing up from the couch, Ed loomed over you. Then he held out his hand to you. You took it and he helped you get up from the floor, guiding you over to his bed. Before he let you lie down, though, he started pulling off your shirt and took off your pants right after, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You felt exposed. You didn’t bind your chest since the shirt usually hid it well enough, but now it was out in the open. It felt strange to let someone see; especially with that someone being Blackbeard.

Seconds later, your underwear was gone as well. 

You had never been completely naked in front of anybody else.

You tried to resist the urge to cover yourself up. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Ed. He said he didn’t care. You just had to believe him now.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot!” Edward exclaimed, grinning at you, as he looked you up and down with that glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher.

You almost wanted to say ‘really?’, but decided against it. If he said so, then that was true for him and you had to accept that now. It was no use beating yourself up any further when you were about to have sex with this man.

Instead, you just smiled shyly at him and thanked him politely. 

In response, Ed pushed you on the bed and followed you down, lying on top of you and between your legs. His erection pressed against your crotch. You could feel how wet you were for him already. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly.

Propping himself up with one arm, Ed put his hands between your thighs and pushed a finger into your wet heat. Sighing, you pushed back. He thrust it in and out of you a bit before adding a second finger, repeating the process, until he had four fingers inside of you and you were moaning loudly and unashamedly. He told you to be as loud as you needed to be and you were. With him making you feel so good, all your shame and embarrassment was suddenly gone.

At last, he pulled out his fingers and stroked his cock to spread your wetness on it.

“Ready?” he asked, looking you in the eye.

“Yes,” you responded immediately, smiling at him.

He smiled back shortly. Then, he guided his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed inside. Once he bottomed out, you both moaned. He leaned his forehead against yours and just breathed with you.

“You feel so fucking good around me, mate,” Ed rasped.

“And you feel even better inside of me, Ed,” you moaned, pushing back against him.

Pulling out until just his cock head stayed inside of you, Ed thrust back in hard, making the bed shake. He repeated that again and again, until he found a rhythm that suited you both. As he fucked you, Edward leaned down and licked into your mouth, capturing you in a filthy kiss. 

When you felt yourself getting close, you snaked a hand between the two of you and your thighs, rubbing your dick. Ed leaned back, admired the sight and continued to fuck you in earnest. 

At last, you were coming, moaning loudly, throwing your head back and arching your back, as you could feel your muscles contract around Ed, squeezing him tight. It elicited a surprised-sounding groan from him. And then, he was already coming inside of you as well, burying his face in your neck, muffling his moans.

Panting, Ed pulled out of you and laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. 

“That was amazing,” Edward breathed, laughing shortly, “Fuck! You’re amazing, Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

You looked at him in wonder. This was the notorious Blackbeard. And he was telling you something so kind? You knew he had a heart, yes, but this was a lot more than that to you. 

“Thank you so much. For everything just now. I’m actually quite speechless,” you said, unable to keep the stupid grin off of your face.

In response, Ed kissed your cheek, along your jaw, your chin and then your lips.

And really, that was enough of a response for you. This was everything you had ever dreamed of and so much more.

[readers-cup-of-tea]

Wait omg going based on the ‘family of three’ fic you did: Would you be willing to write something similar to that but how Ed and Stede would react if reader was caught in the middle of a ship attack if that makes sense lol.

Ahhhh!! I’m so happy to write for this certain scenario again! It is just so sweet! Thank you so much for requesting this!

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

(kind of?) HURT TO COMFORT

pronouns: Gender neutral

Tw: kidnapping, blood, mentions of killing, almost kidnapping, cursing, gore

Also, This story is apart of another work i wrote called, ‘A Family Of Three’, So if you enjoy this then maybe think about checking that one out aswell :)

                                   I’ll always be right here

The sea life never truly was peaceful, raids, storms, and many more issues constantly would plague pirates, pirates just like Y/n.

It had been a little over a year since Y/n had sneaked onto The infamous Revenge, and became the adopted child of the one and only Gentleman Pirate and Blackbeard.

“Ay! Captain…We are coming up on a naval ship!” Button yelled down to the deck below. 

“Hmm, What do you wanna do Ed?” Stede looked over to the other man.

“Well, it’s too late to dodge 'em’ So gather the crew and let’s put up a good fight!”

The men ran around, gathering Guns, ammo, cannons, knives, and other weapons as they prepared for battle.

Stede stepped forward towards Y/n, “Darling, you know the drill now, down into the lower deck you go!” 

Y/n nodded and set for downstairs.

The water seemed to still as The Revenge neared the Spanish Naval ship, as the Spanish entered the other ship, all hell broke loose.

Y/n heard the screams of death above them, that was nothing new, but froze as the stairs leading to the lower deck seemed to creak.

Their breath caught as  they heard the sound of two Spanish soldiers talking amongst themselves.

“ay, el capitán dijo que saqueáramos todos los objetos de valor y que nos fuéramos lo más rápido que pudiéramos.” One of them said,

Hiding behind a barrel full of rum, Y/n clasped their mouth shut and tried not to make a sound as the men got louder and louder.

“¿Vaya? bueno, ¿qué tenemos aquí? Parece un niño pequeño, ¿crees que podríamos ganar algo de dinero con ellos?” The other man smirked as they came across Y/n.

Before Y/n knew what was going on the men had grabbed them by the wrists and started dragging them towards the stairs.

“No! Let me go you bastards!” Y/n started to scream, thrashing their body.

Being dragged up the stairs onto the upper deck, Y/n saw a massacre of a battle in front of them.Just then, both of the men let them go as their hands were cut off by Edward.

“What the fuck do you think your doing with my kid?!” 

Now Edward was fighting against the two soldiers, giving Y/n enough time to get away from the three.

Y/n crawled away quickly, Looking around they only saw fighting, “Y/n! What are you doing!” Jim cried as a bullet narrowly missed the kid.

Standing up, Y/n ran for any ounce of safety around, yes, The Revenge was winning but that didn’t mean every enemy had been defeated.

As the last of the Spanish soldiers were killed both Stede and Edward ran towards Y/n and wrapped them in a hug.

“Oh my love! Are you hurt? Are you okay? What did they do to you?-” Stede rambled before Ed interrupted him,

“Mate, let them breathe.”

“I’m okay, just shaken up.” Y/n looked at them tearfully.

“Oh thank the heavens!” Stede cried.

“C'mon you two, let's get cleaned up.” Edward smiled.

Translations!!!!

ay, el capitán dijo que saqueáramos todos los objetos de valor y que nos fuéramos lo más rápido que pudiéramos

Oh captain said to loot all the valuables, and get out as fast as we can

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¿Vaya? bueno, ¿qué tenemos aquí? Parece un niño pequeño, ¿crees que podríamos ganar algo de dinero con ellos

Oh? Well what do we have here? Looks like a kid, do you think we could make some money off of them?

These translations are from google translate and I myself don’t speak Spanish so I am so sorry if something looks wrong!!

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Hi! Not sure how long this obsession will last so come grab your Izzy x reader headcanons and fics while they’re hot. Checkout xxmoodslimexx to see the style of the kind of thing I do. I’m open to other characters so don’t hesitate to ask :)

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Masterlist

A collection of all my works. Links and descriptions included:

Acotar:

Azriel x Reader A night in a shared hotel room leads to confessions of love.

Criminal minds:

Spencer Reid x (gn) Reader A late night working ends with the both of you falling asleep on the couch where the rest of the team find you the following morning.

Loki Loki x Reader part 1-When you are invited to a party with the Avengers it is a shock to them all when it is revealed you are in fact engaged to the God of mischief. Loki x Reader Part 2 - This is a backstory to my Loki x reader promptYour mother takes you to Asgard where you meet Loki and slowly a friendship is formed. Loki x Reader Part 3 - You and Loki are once again reunited, on the readers home planet. Loki x Reader Part 4- Loki and you meet at a ball where feelings are finally revealed.

Eric Coulter Eric x Reader -Reader has been in love with Eric for ages little do they know he feels the same way and everything comes to light after a heated training session.

Izzy Hands Izzy x Reader -The crew finds out Izzy’s sparrow tattoo has more meaning than meets the eye when someone with a duplicate appears while they are on shore leave. Izzy x Reader -Ed reveals the reason Izzy is always so grumpy and short tempered is because he got separated from you. Izzy x Reader - A: You're right. I was jealous. B: I know. A: It was foolish. B: It was. A: Must you agree with me all of the time? Izzy x Reader You and Izzy come up with a pact. The two are equally matched and decide on a system when they spar. Whoever wins gets to ask a question which the loser must answer. Which after a while turns into a getting to know you.

Boba Fett Boba x Reader -Reader is a bounty hunter, they have known Boba for a while and when the two get captured readers tattoos are revealed which change colour to reflect their emotions. The two slowly realise perhaps their flirting actually has something deeper hidden underneath.

James Kirk Kirk x Reader part 1 -This is not based on any episode or film. In this you are half Vulcan but act more human than your brother. Very few people know you are related as your long hair usually hides your ears. Kirk knows your part Vulcan but not that you are related to Spock. You are a science officer, security guard and engineer with a small amount of medical knowledge. Your main job, however, is a science officer.) Kirk x Reader part 2

Carlisle Cullen Carlisle x Reader -You are a human and have been dating Carlisle for a while. It is almost Halloween and you want to share your love of pumpkin carving with the family.

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Comfortember Day 6: Exhaustion

lmao I don’t know what I’m doing. I think this fits? Guess someone will tell me if it doesn’t.

1300-ish words, Our Flag Means Death, Izzy Hands x Female OC (Charlie from my Ao3 fic, but this was meant to work as a standalone). Rated M I guess? Sex is mentioned but none happens. We’re just here for fluff.

Many days at sea were long days, but this had been one of the longer ones. The crew of the Revenge had been up early, getting the ship docked and moving heavy barrels of sugar out of the hold and down the gangplank to be sold. They had taken advantage of the temporarily empty hold to clean and retar the boards down in the dark, a nasty job that left everyone’s shoulders and backs aching. By the time that was done new food and supplies and large, heavy barrels of water needed to be loaded back into the hold, and several heavy crates of books that Captain Bonnet had picked up in town needed to be carried up into the captains’ cabin. 

Because the weather was amenable and the harbormaster was suspicious, the Revenge left port as quickly as it had come in, which meant anchors, sails, lines all needed attending to. By the time the Revenge was back out on the open sea Charlie wasn’t sure she had the energy to descend from the rigging. She debated sleeping on the mizzen top, but Roach had brought dinner up to the main deck and whatever it was, it smelled divine. Hunger overpowered exhaustion long enough for her to lower herself slowly down to the deck. 

The captains were eating with the crew tonight, Stede Bonnet reminding everyone to drink enough water (“hydration is vital, everyone!”) and talking excitedly about the books he’d bought. Ed was listening and nodding along, thank god, because the rest of the crew was silent as the grave, hunched over their food, focused on finishing it before they fell asleep sitting up. The Swede did at least once that Charlie noticed, his face nearly connecting with his plate before he jerked awake and looked around to remember where he was. Charlie might have laughed and poked fun at him, but she was too tired even to do that. 

When she was finished eating she scootched over to a large coil of rope, still within hearing distance for Captain’s story time, reclined against it, and lowered her hat over her eyes to block out the lamplight. She was still being teased for the black felt hat she’d picked up on their last shore leave, told she looked like some sort of junior highway bandit, or junior storybook villain, or junior apprentice clergy, but Charlie was quite sure she looked cool, especially with the brim pulled down over her eyes like Jim did sometimes. She crossed her arms over her chest to add to the Cool Jim aesthetic and was asleep against the coiled rope within minutes. 

She woke with a start to the prod of a boot on her thigh, snatching her hat up to see the main deck of the Revenge empty, and First Mate Hands standing over her. She squinted up at him for a moment, then returned to her reclined position against the rope, pulled her hat back down over her eyes, and said “No.”

“I’m not here for that,” Izzy said, “It’s going to rain tonight, you can’t sleep on deck.”

“M’fine,” Charlie mumbled. She felt Izzy crouch down next to her and rest a hand on her thigh. I guess we’re really alone, she thought, if he’s doing that. They hadn’t been involved for very long, or very consistently, but each of them made it very clear to the other that the rest of the crew finding out about their involvement was not an option. 

“Come on,” he said quietly, “Get up.” His tone was gentler than it had been all day, as he had put the crew through nothing short of hard labor so they could get in and out of port quickly. Charlie knew he’d just been doing his job today, but she was still half-asleep, every muscle in her body was sore, and after the day they’d had she was not feeling particularly friendly towards the first mate. 

“Mr. Hands,” she said from under the brim of her hat, “I was sleeping, I was sleeping so well, until you woke me up just now, and I am so sore after today and I was sleeping so well right here. I don’t care if it’s going to rain, if nothing else it will wash the sweat and tar off of me, and in eight to ten hours I will be happy to move from this spot.”

Izzy said nothing, and she wondered if he would leave her alone. Alas, he grabbed the brim of her hat and pulled it up so he could see her face. She glared at him.

“This is a stupid hat,” he said, still holding the brim up. 

“This is a very cool hat,” Charlie countered, yanking it out of his grasp and back down onto her face. She felt arms wrap around her back and under her knees and groaned in protest as Izzy lifted her up off the deck. Rule #48 on the Revenge was “do not pick Charlie up without her explicit permission,” after a late night of drinking games and shenanigans had ended with several superficial stab wounds amongst the crew. 

She quoted this rule to Izzy now, though she didn’t think it would do much good. “I can always drop you off the side of the ship, if you’d prefer,” he offered, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“That’s how Lucius died, Izzy. You can’t joke about that.”

“Lucius isn’t dead, you dolt,” Izzy retorted. She could tell he wasn’t heading to the rail anyway, based on what she could see from under the brim of her very cool hat. 

“If I wasn’t so tired I’d have escaped your grasp by now,” she said, changing the subject. “You’re lucky I can barely move, Hands.” 

Izzy chuckled and she felt them start to descend the narrow staircase to the gun deck. “You’re lucky you haven’t escaped,” he murmured into her ear, “Because now you get to sleep in a real bed.”

Charlie paused to process that statement for a moment, her brain turning the words over a few times. “I don’t have it in me for sex tonight, Iz,” she reminded him blearily. 

“I know that,” he said, “But I can’t very well carry you into the middle of the crew’s quarters like this and dump you into your hammock, now can I?” 

The hypothetical alone sent a bolt of anxiety through Charlie’s chest. “Fair enough,” she said as casually as she could muster, “Guess I get a real mattress tonight.” 

Izzy grunted affirmation and stopped outside his cabin door. He lowered Charlie to the ground feet-first and rolled his shoulders after the effort of hauling her below deck. She squinted blearily around to make sure no one was witnessing this whole…whatever this was, then followed him inside. She managed to strip her boots and coat off and collapsed into his straw mattress, next to the wall as was her customary spot. The hat remained on her head, over her eyes, until a hand from above removed it to her weak protest. 

“I’m going to throw this hat overboard,” Izzy muttered as he hung it next to her coat. 

“I’ll kill you,” Charlie threatened, eyes closed, one hand grasping to pull the worn blanket over herself. 

“It’d be worth it to get you to stop wearing it,” he said, sitting down to remove his own boots and outerclothes. She felt him crawl into bed next to her and grumbled at him as he rearranged the blanket to cover himself and not just Charlie. “Oh, hush, Jesus Christ you’re a nuisance.” 

Charlie grumbled some more vague threats as he wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her close. Sleep overtook her before she could hear Izzy Hands’ reply. 

It did not rain that night.