#noangstnov Day 29: Leaves
Lucius’ notebook contains more than diary entries and dicks
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Before the Revenge, Lucius had never left Barbados. He’d dreamed of a life of adventure on the ocean like so many boys, but he never thought he’d have the opportunity. Then a strange man with more money than sense whisked him away to the sea.
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And that was that. A pirate’s life for me.
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Really though, Lucius was a glorified scribe who happened to be on a pirate ship more than a pirate proper. Nonetheless there were many things to learn. How to sway with the motion of the ocean waves. How to haggle for the price of charcoal without a common language.
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How to get along with rough crowds. How to leave land over and over again not knowing if he’d ever walk on it again. How to stay alive when it seemed the world wanted him dead.
5/8 In the early days, he missed home and solid ground more than he thought he would, so on their first landing back ashore he fell to the earth and thanked whatever was out there for the sand beneath him. And the earth dropped a leaf right there in front of him.
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Message? Sign? Coincidence? Lucius picked it up, studied its green veins and found it beautiful. And so he thought ‘this I’ll keep.’
A piece of the world he left and found and left again.
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It became a tradition. Every time Lucius came ashore, he found a leaf, brought it home to the ship and pressed it in his journal.
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A piece of every island, every port. A reminder, a warning, a gift.
A brittle, fragile story about growth, about home and hope, about life and death.
And living your wildest dream.
Cw: #jackizzy #petplay #nsfw #cnc #cnckink
There's a game Jack and Izzy play called "bad dog." It's just a silly game. Jack is the dog, and he does something naughty and destructive like rip up some paper or piss on the floor at night. +
In the morning Izzy gets up and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He walks through the house naked, because why the fuck not?
But on the way, he funds the mess or steps in the wet spot and he sniffs and realizes and yells, "Bad dog, Jack! Naughty, awful fucking dog!" +
Jack wakes to the yells and comes out on his hands and knees, tail between his legs. He doesn't like that Izzy's mad at him, and he's just a dumb dog.
He finds Izzy bent over, too, cleaning up the mess Jack made, ass and cunt on display as he mutters under his breath. +
#IzzyIsFreeUse #omegaverse
As Izzy's heat crept up on him, he started making plans.
The jam room was cleared out to make room for the communal nest. He collected pieces from each of the crew to fill it with the scent of safety and love and pack.
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He drank the drought Roach prepared for him and made sure there'd be enough for the next few days. It assured that nothing would take, but that he'd still be lucid and loose and pain free even as the heat burned through him.
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Lastly, he called a meeting on deck to inform the crew
"Three days, maybe four. We're at anchor until the end of it..."
Izzy looked from face to face, seeing nods and smiles. Once it would have infuriated him, but now if made him warm, appreciated.
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The night Blackbeard killed Fang's dog, the man was inconsolable. He wailed from below deck, so loud it echoed through the ship. But no one dared go to him.
No one but Izzy.
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While the crew just kept their heads down and feigned ignorance, Izzy gave Blackbeard a dark look then stormed away.
He knew he would be punished. He knew Fang was worth it.
Izzy found him in the hold, squashed into a corner where he'd tried to make it a hidden bed. +
Izzy tried not to startle Fang, but as he was in the throes of this sharp new grief, he neither heard nor seen the first mate inching toward him.
Arm outstretched, Izzy tried to lay his hand on Fang's shoulder in comfort, but Fang turned in terror at the touch. +
#fangizzy @FangIzzyWeek #fangizzyweek
Fang wakes to the smell of sausage and syrup and Izzy singing showtunes.
The rain and thunder of the night before has been replaced by clear skies and sunshine, both inside and out. Fang sits and revels in the moment.
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"Up, you lazy Twat"
Izzy says with a crooked smile as he enters the bedroom with a heavily laden tray.
Fang hops up to take it from him, but the smaller man turns away.
"I meant wake up, not get up! Sit back in bed!"
"Yes, Boss." Fang replies meekly, sitting back down.
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Izzy places the tray on Fang's lap then cuddles up at his side.
"Will you please share with me, Daddy?" Izzy asks, his voice softened into something small.
"Of course, Baby! Thank you for asking so nicely!"
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@FangIzzyWeek #fangizzyweek #fangizzy 1/6 Are you sure?"
"I swear to God, Fang!"
"But you're so small! I don't want to hurt you"
Izzy rolled his eyes so hard astronauts could have seen it.
"You slap me recreationally, Babe. I think I can handle you sitting on my lap."
2/6 Fang sighed, shaking his head no.
It was time to try another tactic.
Izzy looked up coquettishly through his lashes. "Please, Fang...I want to feel you on top of me."
Fang thought another moment, then, finally, nodded in acquiescence.
3/6 Izzy wanted to celebrate, but decided not to risk him changing his mind and pulled Fang towards the bedroom.
"Yes, bed now!"
Fang giggled at Izzy's excitement as he jumped up on the bed like one of the dogs.
He sat back against the headboard and slapped his thighs.
#nsfw #Izzyistrans #steddyhands
Izzy is sore. His solo session while Stede and Ed were out of town was...frustrating to say the least.
It's always so much harder to cum when he's doing all the work, harder to let himself feel and relax. And last night was the worst in awhile. +
He had spent two tedious hours trying what seemed like every toy in the drawer, but nothing felt right. It was a parade of toys that felt amazing when Stede and Ed used them, but in Izzy's hands they did practically nothing. +
And no one was there to calling him a good boy, or hole, or slut. No one said he looked pretty or smelled intoxicating or tasted sweet. It was just Izzy alone with the sounds of his desperate body and buzzing plastic and the smell of his ripe sweat. +