1/8 Olu knew it first.
When Jim walked through that door the first time he felt something…shift. It wasn’t a pain, not a shortness of breath, it was like a string tightening. Just there, right between his ribs.
2/8
He didn’t know what it meant, not immediately, but he figured it out. Every time he saw Jim, it was like it got tighter, but in a good way. A hug you didn’t want to be let go from.
And as he fell in love with them, the feeling cemented what he knew.
3/8
Jim and he were meant to be. He just had to be patient and wait for Jim to figure it out, too.
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4/8
Jim dragged their feet.
They felt that same pull from day one, but they fought it. It was the strongest feeling they’d had in ages. Stronger than their need for vengeance even, and that just wouldn’t do. So Jim tried to stay away and on track, planning their next steps.
5/8
But the longer they went without seeing Olu, the worse the feeling got. It nagged at them, a constant reminder to <look> at Olu, <listen> to Olu, <be> with Olu, and the thought of moving on without him felt impossible.
6/8
And Olu was so kind and caring and funny and loyal to them, for no goddamn reason. They weren’t reciprocating anything but a snarky comment every now and then, but Olu would just smile at them and kept on being…lovely. So of course, they fell for him.
7/8
And that changed things. They understood the feeling now, and it wasn’t a restriction, it was a binding. It was supporting them, not anchoring them. It shored up their heart, filled them with hope and happiness, and everything they thought would never be allowed for them.
8/8 It still felt strange to call it fate, so Jim thought of it as a gift. It was an offering from the universe that they could have rejected if they wanted to.
Jim is glad that they accepted…eventually.
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.
+
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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