#also quite stizzy / gentlehands

[fuckwhoeverpickedallthefunnyurls]

Any fanfictions out there where Ed and Stede DO actually open the inn but Izzy survived so he's just kind of their mascot

[thetimetravellercat]

Sooooo, I did a thing, and it may or may not be an Izzy-centric fanfic:

Summary:

The gun felt cool in his hand, heavy, full of promises. It could free him. One pull, one second and he would finally be gone, the suffering would be gone.

He went back to the armchair and reclined in it. He could feel the tears coming back at the corner of his eyes.

"A rotten leg's got to come off, eh?"

He fired.

Izzy takes a different path after he fails to kill himself. Slowly but surely, he will learn to trust, love, and make friends while rebuilding his life.

[petrifiedcrange]

Stede startles when he hears the quiet but unmistakeable words, as if he was so lost in his panic and premature grief that the idea that Izzy could wake up, just like that, and scold him for not leaving him behind didn't occur to him. And it didn't. Not the second part, at least.

The momentary bloom of joy and hope he feels when his eyes meet tired and heavy-lided but very much alive and conscious eyes of his first mate withers quickly under the heavy implication of Izzy's words, the small relieved smile turning into a deep frown upon Stede's face.

❝ Israel, ❞ the use of Izzy's full first name usually happens under two sets of circumstances: either Stede is admonishing him, using the full name to assert his dominance as the captain, or is being incredibly tender... his current tone of voice and the strict gaze that hides pain within suggest that Stede is going for the first option, ❝ You know I could never do that. ❞

It's not exactly true, the 'never' part, because Stede of a few months ago, who saw Izzy as some caricature villain in his and Edward's story ( back when both his and Izzy's worlds revolved exclusively around Edward ), a competition, might have.

But a lot of things changed since then. Both his relationships with Edward and Izzy evolved, and now he cannot picture himself leaving him behind, especially when he's so seriously injured, in his wildest dreams.

A touch at his wrist attracts Stede's attention and he looks down to see Izzy holding onto his hand, and the sight is so unexpected – from what Stede saw, though he was getting better at accepting care and affection from the crew, Izzy was still quite reluctant when it came to such displays of affection, especially when he was the one initiating – it sends a jolt of nausea right down to his stomach ( not the gesture itself, of course, but the fact that Izzy must be feeling really poorly to initiate such contact ). He then looks up at his face again in the meager candle light of the brig, eyes wide and searching, actually takes a moment to sit in silence and listen to their breathing, his own soft and even one and Izzy's heavy and uneven one, clocking onto a strange wet quality of Izzy's breathing that he really doesn't like because it sounds vaguely life-threatening, and realizes that the fact that Izzy is awake right now in no way automatically means that he's going to be okay.

The realization sends icy fear shooting through his veins, and Stede gulps and blinks rapidly, trying to hold himself together as his eyes grow wet again.

Izzy's next words are a welcome distraction, because not only he sounds like himself which plants a tiny seed of hope in Stede's soul again but there's no heat behind the insult.

Only worry.

For him, Stede.

It startles a smile, fragile, with his eyes still wet, but warm and genuine, out of him and Stede can't help but shift slightly to hold Izzy more securely with one arm so he can raise his now free hand and brush a loose strand of hair off the other man's forehead – a gesture as close to caress as he thinks the first mate would allow.

❝ My place is with the crew, ❞ Stede nods, because it is true, then his smile grows tender, achingly so, as he looks Izzy in the eye, and now the use of his full name is both light admonishment and tenderness all wrapped into one, ❝ But, Israel, so is yours. They care about you. They love you. They would be devastated if something happened to you. ❞

Stede's smile grows mischievous — he forces it, trying to be brave, strong, like a good captain should be — even as candle light reflects off a single tear that traces down his cheek, the tear he couldn't hold in.

❝ So... ❞ he takes a long, shuddering breath to keep other tears at bay, ❝ Let's think about how to get out of here and back home, so you can rest and recover in much more comfortable conditions. ❞

Izzy was getting slow in his old age, didn't react to the princely prick until he'd already been shot by him. Too old to be a pirate, it seemed, as retirement was calling his name. And retirement for pirates meant only one thing; death.

He didn't even have the energy to fight too hard when Stede came back to help him along, didn't have the energy to do much besides stare woozily at the blue coats that surround them, half hoping it's the rest of the crew being fools, coming back to help, but knowing that wasn't the case. Then, he doesn't even have the energy to stay awake, only bemoan the fact that he was going to die on an English ship.

Eyes open just a slit, taking in everything. The tight pull of bandages across his chest, the pain rocking through his entire body, the dark room, the bars of a prison, and the warmth of another body, of soft arms curled round him - not when accompanied by the desperate babbling of a familiar voice.

It isn't hard to guess, who has gotten themselves in a shit situation, all for Izzy's sake.

"I told you to fuck off and leave me behind." he mumbled, cutting through whatever plea Stede was making. Admittedly, he hadn't thought that capture was imminent when he'd stubbornly tried to push Stede away, but the point stood. He could be waking up in trouble by himself, not having to worry about the other man when he could barely even shift without pain rocking through his body and a hiss escaping between his teeth.

Still, his fingers curl around Stede's wrist, breath coming out uneven, uneasy. He didn't have to ask to know that he was far from safe, fragile. He could feel it with every breath he took, thick and almost watery, blood in his lungs, perhaps. "You should be with the others. Safe on the revenge. Dumb fuck." There's no heat behind the insult, but worry. It was one thing to be faced with his own mortality, but he'd rather be doing it alone if it meant Stede safe with the others.

[izzyeffinhands]

Muse and Rules Post!

Hi, I’m Tori, or Castor, as I answer to both, and I’m non-binary/transmasc and my pronouns atm are he/him and they/them. I’m neurodivergent, so I don’t mean to come off annoying, but it happens.

This blog is a RP blog for Izzy Hands from Our Flag Means Death. I’m semi-selective, and it’s an indie blog. This is an independent blog, I welcome all the characters and writers I can muster. I am no way related to the show in any means, this is the interpretation of the character. I am not associated with the actor of Izzy Hands either, though Con is an amazing man.

This blog is 21+. Mun is nearing 40! It will be featuring some very dark themes and have NSFW. Mun will not be writing any sort of NSFW material for those who are not of appropriate age. This is about piracy despite the rom-com aspect, and my interpreted background of Izzy holds some dark themes. That’s not to say I don’t love to indulge in the silliness of a rom-com.

I reserve the right to drop threads. It just happens sometimes, I think all of us writers go through it. I love asks, but I’ll respond to the ones I can and really feel. Also, I’m not a stickler about replies and I’ll never harass you for one so please don’t do that to me! However mun is very nice and ND, and likes to check in on his lovely writing partners. Sometimes this has been misconstrued. Really, I’m a friendly person. ^^<3 I like getting to know those I write with.

I am not a stickler about post length but I write semi-para, multi-para myself. Sometimes I’ll answer asks with an icon and a few lines. I like to play Izzy at all ages and have lots of headcanons I will be sharing with the hashtag. If you’re interested in shipping or plotting, feel free to message me! I like shipping chemistry. But I love writing angst, pain, sadness, all sorts of things. Not everything has to be ships, I love platonic stuff too.

This blog is NSFW, plenty of violence and plenty to be imagined. Really sexy things go under a cut. Everything else is in the open; violence, manipulation, torture, blood, pain. If you are triggered by something specific please let me know so I can avoid it.

My character can be quite mean at times and say cruel things but that is the character I’m portraying and not myself. Please try to remember that. Mun is a nice person that likes a grumpy gremlin!

Favorite ships: blackhands, steddyhands, gentlehands/stizzy, ouizzy, spriggshands. .. okay so it’s hard not to ship him with EVERY CREW. However I ship chemistry and not all writing has to be shipping! Just giving ya my likes. Friends and angst always loved. Crew members are always loved and wanted!!

I adore Stizzy, I’ll accept any Stizzy, but my main Stede is portrayed by @avastyetwats . This is an independent blog, and I accept and love any Stede that wishes to write, but avast mun and I have created something beautiful and exceptional. It’s definitely my favorite threads, when you get a great writing partner you vibe with it’s addicting.

Please do not reblog my role-play posts unless you are responding to them. I blog plenty of things and lots of art that is OFMD based. Feel free to enjoy those things and reblog. OCs and crossovers are most welcome.

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And with that me hearties! Flood my inbox! Sounds a bit dirty, doesn’t it? :x I’ll post plenty of sentence starters and a variety of prompts so don’t be shy. Feel free to message me if you have an interest or would like to plot! But I am fine with turning memes sent to me and sent away into threads! Also note, my main blog is @bxnnxrxd , so if you follow me, I’ll end up following back from that most likely!

I do have a nice little vampire AU verse for pirate Israel for those who are interested as well as a western verse and many variations of modern verses. No, I’m not making a Carrd.

You can find my Black Sails multimuse at @fornassau