#OFMDJanuAUry - Day 2 prompt - fairy tale
A tale about The Fighter, his lovers, and revenge.
Part 1
1/15
Once upon a time, there lived an irascible man.
He yelled more than spoke.
He turned red in anger hourly.
As a general rule, he hated most things.
2/15
There were of course two exceptions to this general rule.
He liked his partners, men who were more agreeable in disposition.
And he loved fighting.
3/15
He was so renowned a swordsman that he was known around the world as The Fighter.
People came from far and wide asking him for help fighting their battles.
4/15
The brave came asking despite knowing that getting him to agree would be nearly as difficult as fighting their bullies themselves.
The smartest ones knew to go to his partners in supplication rather than directly to The Fighter.
5/15
They were quicker to give in to sob stories, bribes, and general kindness than The Fighter.
And The Fighter would not say no to his lovers.
6/15
On one such occasion, an unfortunate woman came asking for help.
She found The Sun, the more friendly of The Fighters’ lovers, and told him of her woes.
A man had done her wrong. Treated her poorly, body and soul. She showed him the marks he left.
7/15
She told him what he stole from her. She asked if there was any way The Fighter could get back her things and teach him that violence begets violence.
The Sun comforted her, told her she deserved to be treated with kindness.
8/15
He paid for her ale and made sure she had coin and access to a safe room for the night.
He promised he’d talk to The Fighter, plead her case, convince him that he should step in on her behalf.
9/15
The woman left feeling better than she had in years and spent the night comfortable and warm, dreaming of revenge.
The Sun left with a mission.
***
10/15
There was a secret few knew about The Fighter.
The Sun and The Moon kept the secret for The Fighter.
They shared it with their close friends, the members of their inner circle.
And it was that The Fighter was retired.
11/15
Fighting was well and good, still a source of fun for The Fighter.
But his lovers worried, and he didn’t want them to worry.
They asked him to put his sword to rest, and he agreed.
The longer he lived with his lovers, the less he sought violence anyway.
12/15
There were new, softer things that he found his pleasure in.
This posed a problem for The Sun and The Moon when they were asked for assistance in these matters.
The Fighter would gladly step up and pick his blade up again, but that was exactly what they hoped to avoid.
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And they wanted to help those less fortunate who came to them in need.
So The Sun and The Moon together had made a plan.
They would carry out the vengeance themselves, with help from their friends.
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There would be use of conversation, coin and, when necessary, force to accomplish their goal.
And if the target were told it would be fine to bandy about that they fought and were granted mercy from The Fighter, that might be a help for them in the future.
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So The Sun and The Moon and their compatriots, known only to themselves as The Revengers, were summoned to discuss what The Sun had been told and to plan how to resolve the issue of the woman’s former lover.
To be continued tomorrow as Day 3 prompt - superhero
#OFMDJanuAUry - Day 3 prompt - superhero
Part 2 of Worth Fighting For - A tale about The Fighter, his lovers, and revenge
1/21 “His name is Alfeo de la Vaca. He lives in Spanish Town and runs a house of ill-repute.”
Stede raised a knowing eyebrow at the assembled crew, many of whom seemed befuddled.
“He means a whorehouse.” Ed clarified and most of the crew nodded in understanding.
THWACK
2/21 The crew looked to the right of Stede’s face where a knife was buried in the wall, still shivering from the throw.
“Jim! What’ve I said about throwing knives near me!” Stede screeched.
Jim scoffed and moved to grab the knife.
3/21 “I know the mark and he’s worse than a son of a bitch. I’m going on this one.” Jim stared into Stede’s eyes, challenging him to argue.
Stede, either ignoring or oblivious to Jim’s ferocity, smiled and clapped a hand on their shoulder. “Happy to have you on board.”
4/21
Jim shrugged it off and walked back to their usual spot against the far wall.
“And are you leading this one, Cap?” Olu asked, feeling unsettled by Jim’s outburst.
Stede’s mouth opened to respond, but Ed jumped in first.
5/21 “No, I’m running point on this one. Stede handled the last.”
He looked back at Stede apologetically. “And you’ve got those plans with Iz. He’ll think something’s up if all of a sudden you don’t want to take him to the tailor.”
“Yes, of course…” Stede agreed reluctantly.
6/21 He’d have to ask Ed about the change later, but for now it wouldn’t do well to disagree in front of the crew.
“All right. Plan’s same as normal, ‘cept we might skip the bribing option this time.” Ed continued with a clap.
7/21 “Frenchie, Fang, Lucius, and I will be on Israel.” Stede added, the three nodding in agreement.
“Who else wants in on de la Vaca?” Ed asked.
Black Pete raised his hand and Roach his cleaver with clear enthusiasm.
“Okay, sounds like a plan. Let’s go bust some heads!”
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8/21
THE NEXT DAY
“Tell me why I need another fucking coat again.”
Izzy was miserably looking through the fabrics Stede kept handing to him. Green after green that looked exactly the same to him.
Stede held a swatch up to Izzy’s face.
9/21 “We’ve got that dinner to go to at Mary and Doug’s next week.”
He pulled it away and smiled gently, meeting’s Izzy’s eyes, “And you look so lovely in emerald. I want to show off how handsome you are to our friends.”
10/21
Izzy flushed at the praise and decided he could deal with the hassle if it meant Stede would keep shining at him.
“Cap! What do you think of this cut?” Frenchie asked, holding up one of the sample jackets.
“Shorter, and less bits, please.”
11/21
MEANWHILE
Alfeo de la Vaca was tied to a chair, a rag tied around his mouth, fresh bruises setting in on his face. Circling him were the Revengers, weapons drawn and looking their most ferocious.
12/21 Ed had donned his old leathers and painted on his death mask, hoping to inspire fear in the asshole.
By the amount of white he saw in the man’s eyes, it seemed to work.
13/21 “Senior de la Vaca, we’ve come to…encourage you to leave Jamaica Town. You will leave immediately or my friend,” Ed pointed to Jim, “will cut you up into very small pieces and feed you to the local dogs.”
14/21 He pulled out a knife and used it to pull the gag down, a small line of red blooming in its wake.
“What say you?”
de la Vaca nodded nervously, “Yes, yes, I’ll go.”
Ed grimaced in a mockery of a smile. “That’s what we love to hear.”
15/21 Ed turned to walk back through the door and paused, looking back. “In fact, we’re so pleased, we'll help you leave the island…safely.”
16/21
BACK AT THE TAILOR’S
“I look like a fucking ponce.”
Stede straightened Izzy’s neckerchief, brushing against the rings held there.
“I think you look quite handsome, but maybe something…simpler?” Stede asked, hoping to find middle ground.
17/21 Lucius came up holding another sample.
“Found this in the back of the back. What’dya think?”
It was plain, more of a workman or shopkeeper’s style.
To Izzy it still seemed needlessly fancy.
To Stede it seemed far too plain.
“Perfect.” They said in unison.
18/21
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CARIBBEAN
“You’ve been an excellent, quiet guest on the ship, but I think this is your port.”
de la Vaca was tied to an anchor, shaking his head and pulling on the ropes binding him.
19/21 “May your wretched soul drown in the depths.” Jim whispered in the man’s ear.
The crew lifted the anchor and threw it as well as de la Vaca overboard.
20/21
LATER THAT NIGHT
The three men lounged in bed, cuddling after the long day.
“How was the trip to the tailor, Dear?”
Izzy shrugged, “Not terrible. Bonnet and I compromised.”
Ed oohed and kissed Izzy’s cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”
21/21 “What did you get up to, Edward?”
Ed shrugged in turn. “Not much. Just ran a quick errand for Jack. Take care of some trash for him.”
Stede made a face, “Eugh, did you clean up after?”
Ed chuckled, “Of course, Darling. You know I always clean up my messes.”
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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