#noangstnov day 30: Snow #steddyhands TW: Character Death
Since it's the last day of the month and the last entry for No angst November, it's a SAD one. Or maybe just bittersweet.
1/16 Edward Teach, Born on a Beach, had been granted more lives than a cat. His favorite was the life he lived with Stede and Izzy. It took a while to settle, for apologies to be said and accepted, for anger to fade in the face of love.
2/16 False starts, and steps backward and forward again, over and over until the three of them finally decided that life together was worth the work, worth all the strife they caused for each other.
3/16 Giving in granted them happiness, and if only they’d done it sooner they could have had more time.
As the years passed, the three wanted to share more and more of their pasts together. Their futures, they knew, were already shared.
4/16 They sailed to England so Izzy could show them where he grew up, the good and the bad. Stede got to see snow for the first time and the excited red of his cold cheeks was worth the cold of an English winter on the sea.
5/16 Edward brought them to Aotearoa and the grave of his mother, smiling tearfully as he introduced his mates. And Stede’s children had more fathers than maybe anyone in history before.
6/16 Izzy was continually surprised by how much he loved the kids, and Ed by how much Alma and Louis loved them back.
7/16 They had a good 15 years together before they lost Izzy. They made the trip north one last time and committed his body to the cold waters of his home. The crew gathered together respectfully as snow fell on the North Sea to say their final goodbyes to the first mate.
8/16 There were more tears on faces than Izzy would have predicted, and Stede and Edward mourned him as if a piece of their souls was lost. A puzzle with too many pieces missing. Edward in particular had a hard time adjusting to life without Izzy.
9/16 He was a partner and friend, his right hand for years before Stede and before their triad was settled. And he was now gone. For weeks he called for him, held out a hand to touch him, expected to wake up with him in his arms, taking the night watch, having a black coffee…
10/16 ...and everywhere he felt his absence.
Stede supported him through the pain, shared in it to ease the transition. Their old souls missed him, but they persisted on as a pirate does.
11/16 Stede followed seven years later, slipping away in his sleep on a quiet night. He’d said “I love you” to Edward as they drifted into sleep and just didn’t wake in the morning.
12/16 And Ed was left alone. The sea held no more beauty with Stede and Izzy gone, so he retreated to the land he gave up so many lives ago. He lived his last years quietly and slowly as Ed the Fisherman.
13/16 The nearby town never knew that he was the fabled Blackbeard, but their children knew he was good for a story about pirates more fearsome and fantastic than they could even imagine.
14/16 His crew checked in on him from time to time, and he loved when they came by to share an ale and their memories of the best time in his life.
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On one of those nights, Jim and Olu, the co-captains of Queen Anne’s Revenge found him gone.
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Edward Teach, born on a beach and died on a beach. His last thoughts of the men that showed him how loved and happy a person can be.
Izzy wakes slowly, balling his fists and curling his toes under the cool sheet. He's fuzzy, little, and as he gets closer to awake, wiggling and reaching, he realizes he's alone in the bed. He opens his eyes, pupils wide and scared. +
Izzy whimpers, chin wavering as fat, salty tears start to roll down his cheeks.
"Daddy?" He whispers brokenly into the empty room.
He cries harder, waiting for a response, to be cuddled and quieted, but he's still alone in the room. Daddy left him.
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Izzy fights himself, grabbing and scratching at his skin and hair to do something, but it just makes his sadness bigger. The hole in him emptier. He fills his lungs with heaving, snotty breaths and screams, loud as he can, "DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY" +
#stizzy #nsfw
"You're gorgeous, Darling."
Izzy whimpers, the urge to deny it stymied as Stede presses him further open.
"Stay right there if you please."
Stede kisses the knee to his left as he pets at Izzy's folds. Soft and hot and wet and pink. +
That color is his favorite now, the color of a sunset when the seas are calm.
"Stede, please." Izzy whines.
Stede delves in with two fingers and a smirk.
"Such lovely manners ought to be rewarded."
Stede leant in, licking delicately at Izzy's stiff little cock.
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Izzy's legs shake and he moans as Stede lathes at him and adds a third finger inside.
"Please, more, Captain!" Izzy cries, his voice cracking with need.
Stede moves his fingers faster, rougher against his center as he sucks Izzy's cock into his mouth.
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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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