#HappyEdIzzyWeek
Iz has been Ed's North Star for years, but Ed has been Iz's sun in return. Ed's always shone brighter than any other person in Iz's life. He's guided Iz, given him life, a home, purpose; everything Iz never thought he'd be worthy of.
Their orbits have been on a collision course from the beginning, inevitable and inescapable and Iz wants it with his whole heart. Iz knows Ed is brighter, hotter, faster than him, but he'll happily burn up. Iz'll let Ed devour and destroy him to be touched, kissed, loved by Ed.
When it finally happens, years later than Iz had hoped, so long Iz had nearly given up hope, Ed has slowed, cooled, dimmed, aged. Iz burns like coals, hotter from all the time he spent smoldering.
They meet as equals, burning brighter together than they ever did alone.
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The rain and thunder of the night before has been replaced by clear skies and sunshine, both inside and out.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. +
Pool day for the crew, and everyone makes bets on what Izzy will be wearing. The Swede goes for an olde-tymey swimming costume, Roach things huge trunks with a black tee, Jim thinks one of those elite swimmer full suits and Olu just the skin tight trunks version.
Ed, Stede, Jack and Fang all kept silent. They know the answer and can't help giggling as the crew argues the options.
Ed gets a text that Izzy's there and they all watch with bated breath for him to come through the door.
He walks through, staring at his cell and seemingly doesn't notice the eyes on him. Without saying a word, Izzy takes off his boots, shimmies out of his pants, and throws off his shirt...
The crew collectively drop their jaws when they see Izzy in his speedo.
Ed didn't take his toe, he took his tail. Izzy couldn't hide it, not from the crew that he protected, and not from Bonnet when he came back. It hurt all the time, made him uncertain and vulnerable. And it made him have to talk more.
Stede couldn't help but like that part, it being part of his ethos as a Captain. And the more Izzy talked, the more he opened up. About what he went through with Ed and the happy days of their youth, why his loyalty is so firm, why he stays despite everything. And Stede listens.
It gets easier every day--training, talking, forgiving, loving. Izzy will always love Ed, but he'll never trust him with his heart. Stede though, Stede shows him over and over again that he wants Izzy. Wants to listen to him, work with him, love him. It's almost easy to let him.