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✨Izzy Hands, everyone! Bless this broken old f*cker. He is absolute magic, and I will accept nothing else. Also, I’ve never painted facial hair before, and I have to say I’m proud of myself 🤣! I hope I did Con Oneill justice!

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Jenny

Jenny by NOTHING MORE || X || @indestructiblelittlefckr || Israel "Izzy" Hands ||

You're beginning to drag the ones you love down Will this phase ever end? A thousand arms to hold you But you won't reach for any hands 'cause

I don't feel like I'm Getting through to you Let me paint this clear Life is short, my dear

ᒥ🐙ᒧ—        His cabin reeked of it, opium. It's a terrible smell, akin to pure cat piss, but Edward didn't care for it's awful stench. How long had he been smoking it that night? Long enough that when the door to his quarters opens, some of the smoke comes wisping out along the floor.

The man is laid out on the floor, pipe in mouth and puffing away still with the stuff. Glazed, bloodshot eyes slowly lull to the side to glance up at his First Mate, his expression shifts from placid to something that was more like he finally smelled the pungent stink of the herb.

"What do you fuckin' want?" He makes no effort to move, the herb having done it's job of pacifying him for the moment. But with Edward's energy and violent tendencies as of late, there was no way to tell how long that would last.

"'m busy, can't you see that? 'TwAt'." The insult is spoken in a mocking tone of voice, mimicking Izzy's use of the word in the past. Edward, when high, was a miserable dick. Or, once again, as of late. He wasn't new to the use of opium, but with how much time he spent smoking it now, it's clear it's no longer just a fun pass time or something to ease the pain of his left knee.

[krakensmaw]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. had walked it much like this, of late : long past midnight, stumbling a bit from drink and exertion. smelling of salt and smoke and leather grease ( like jack fucking rackham ). ❛ oof ! ❜ a slight trip over the threshold, tip toeing their brutish way inside. he stepped over to the bunks they shared with izzy and glanced down to find a FAMILIAR set of eyes upon them.

❛ christ, iz ! you scared the piss out of me. ❜ spoken low in a hushed whisper. he draped against the bunk's ladder, limbs loose and an easy grin playing 'pon his face. moonlight shone through a porthole and caught on dark curls in DISARRAY ; on the marks now blossoming at edward's throat. ❛ the hell are you doing up for, mate? ... shit, did i wake you. sorry, sorry. ❜ shirt and pants were shed in a rush, leaving edward in his smallclothes to climb up the ladder and settle in bed.

a beat of silence ere they rolled, head hanging over the edge of the top bunk to look down at izzy. those curls tumbled like a curtain about his face. ❛ how was your night? did you miss me ? ❜ a wink, quick as a whip.

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It was only suicide if they died.

Stede's voice was in his ears as Ed stood on the beach, watching The Revenge sail away. He inhaled a breath through his nose. The sound of it was congested, betraying the fact that he'd been crying. Swallowing down the tightness in his throat he turned away from the water and started to walk up towards the ramshackle little house. It perched on the rocks like some kind of dying creature.

Boards creaked underfoot as he crossed the porch. The stench of death made the tightness in his throat less of a sensation and more of a choke hold.

He stepped inside. There were a handful of trunks that the crew had hauled in for him. They contained things that he would need -- personal effects, a smattering of treasure, food and drink...

A bit of canvas and rope, large enough to say good-bye.

They'd offered to dig him a hole and he'd lost it. He didn't remember everything that had happened, but he remembered Stede hooking an arm around him and preventing him from the horrible jolting need to fucking stop that from happening. The bit of canvas had been an offering to sate his anger at that suggestion.

Ed picked a bottle of rum out of the supplies and went deeper into the house. He'd eventually told all of them not to stay. Not to follow him down whatever path that he had been started on. He may as well have been right back in the basket, drifting downward with Izzy's body tethered to him. If he was going to follow him down, he was going to do it in privacy.

Getting Stede to reel away from him had been easier than he'd expected or hoped for. After everything... a smattering of cruelty and the touch of violence had done it. There was reluctance there, of course. Maybe Stede would even come back to mourn. The people who needed a hole in the ground only needed it to pour their mourning into.

Maybe he'd feel some measure of guilt or regret, if he could feel a damn thing. He lowered himself to sit down next to the rough pallet bed that he'd put together. The blood that had been on his hands as he'd arranged wood and straw had dried to a rusty brown. What was still on his hand was little more than a flaking memory.

"Well," he started, his voice coming out rough and strained. He reached for Izzy's hand, threading their fingers together. He was so fucking cold. Too fucking cold, but there was pliability in his flesh. Clammy sweat gathered on his brow. And somehow, the little fucker was still breathing.

The fresh well of tears in his eyes was preventing him from continuing the sentence that he'd started, but what the fuck else was there to say?

"You smell... so fucking bad," nonsense spilled out of him, followed by a low keen. He raised Izzy's hand up, crushing the lax knuckles against his brow.

[swallowsandamazons]

Closed RP with @indestructiblelittlefckr continuing from X (Ed &Ely)

Izzy was gone. They'd thought for a while that it would be like how it was with Ed (full grieving only to realise he was still alive) but that hadn't happened yet and Ely could tell Ed was spiralling so they had to batten down the hatches.

Stede hadn't properly seen Ed like this before. Izzy wasn't there to hold things together. It all seemed like it was falling on them.

"I... I'm not coping. Actually... Thanks for asking." Was sarcasm the correct response? Probably not but it's what Izzy would have done.

"Could we talk about it..? Please? Maybe go on a walk or something? I dunno." They jam their hands anxiously into their pockets.

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edward teach « @indestructiblelittlefuckers » tested the spirit box; ✐ from Ed to Izzy 〃 ※

It could be easily be blamed on the alcohol, the bottle of rum held in his hand would be the rather obvious proof of such thing.  However, as he leaned against the railing of the ship, gaze lost between the dark night sky and the waves of the open ocean, his mind hadn't been more clear than ever, despite the slightest buzz that made his thoughts less biting, less unwanted.  " It might hurt, it is horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but it is what it is to be in love. "  The words so easily slipping past his mouth, however there was something akin to a wry chuckle mixed to a scoff that followed when he stole a glance to the other.  Another swing from the bottle.  Was he speaking from experience ? Perhaps.

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Today before all items are gone.

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Continued from here @indestructiblelittlefckr

Oh.

Edward accepts the kiss when it meets him. Pressing forward against Izzy's mouth, his hand coming up to cradle his jaw. It's gentle. It's sweet.

He's a little starry-eyed when Izzy pulls back and for a moment all Ed can do is look at him. He smiles, charmed.

"Yeah. Course it's okay." Ed's laying on his back in the grass overlooking the beach, but he's staring up at Izzy. It'd been the easiest thing in the world to sneak away from the rest of the partying crew when Izzy had expressed wanting to do so. It's cute, really, seeing him all drunk the way he is.

Edward sits up. He isn't exactly sober himself and he's directly in Izzy's space, their faces hovering right near each other. His voice is low when he speaks, as fond as the light in his eyes, "Kiss me again, Iz."

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@indestructiblelittlefckr asked: “Stop fussin' over me, twat! I’m not a fuckin' baby!” (from Izzy to Stede, when he gets slightly better)

Stede wasn't fussing.

Yes, he helped Izzy lift his head so he could drink water and a bit of laudanum when the pain was becoming too much without accidentally choking. He fluffed the pillows and helped Izzy settle in more comfortably, not quite sitting up yet but a bit more elevated, when he got tired of lying down. He must have smoothed the blanket out a dozen times a day, especially after he changed his bandages.

Yes, he did a lot of things that, in hindsight, could look like fussing to the outsider.

But Roach said that Izzy, while he was slowly getting better and there was about a 90% chance that he was going to survive the wound without serious complications, was very fragile still and should be kept as comfortable as possible as well as not allowed to overexert himself.

And Stede remembered all too well watching him bleed out on the deck, the life literally leaving his frame, and there was even a moment when they all thought that he was gone if it wasn't for the barest flicker of heartbeat remaining.

He remembered all too well those first few hours, sitting with Edward while Roach, Jim, Archie, Zheng, her Auntie and surprisingly Spanish Jackie combined their efforts to fight for Izzy's life.

He remembered all too well that first night when the whole crew gathered inside the captain's quarters, all gazes trained on the too shallow movement of Izzy's chest, afraid to fall asleep lest he stop breathing in the middle of the night when they aren't watching.

He remembered all too well the first few days when Izzy was hovering on the edge and him and Edward were practically glued to his side, different crew members constantly popping in under false pretenses and then dropping all pretenses altogether to check on him.

He remembered all too well just how badly Edward and... everyone, really, at least on their crew, were handling Izzy's injury and uncertainty of his survival.

He remembered it all – he doubted he could ever forget it, even when he grows very old and maybe forgets everything else, he'll always remember Edward, Izzy and those few days Izzy hovered between life and death and how hard they hit their little community – and he didn't want Izzy to have a sudden turn for the worse just because he wasn't careful enough so yes, maybe, he was fussing. But it came from a place of deep care and worry.

Stede didn't say any of this though, didn't even try to defend his actions when Izzy snapped at him, his voice still sounding terrible but the intonation, even the swearwords so familiar...

For a moment, Stede just froze, his hands still hovering inches from the blanket from where he unconsciously smoothed it out for the umpteenth time, his eyes wide and expression unreadable.

Then, his lips quivered, his eyes glistened and long overdue sobs rose from his throat, coming on even faster and harder after he clamped his hand over his mouth in vain attempts to stop them,

because this grumpiness, the swearing, everything was much more on brand for the Izzy he knew and grew to be quite fond of... and for days he thought he would never get to hear and see him like that again.

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"Hey, Izzy." Stede declared, stepping over to the pirate. "Mind if I have a word?" He said, trying to sound nonchalant but his apprehension leaked into his voice. He lead Izzy towards the side of the deck where they could talk without one of the crew stepping in between them. "I'm a little worried about Ed." He admitted, his eyes glancing away for a moment. It was always a little easier to talk to Izzy Hands when he took breaks from direct eye contact with the man's intense gaze.

"You know him better than anyone." He said, trying to appeal to the man's sympathetic side; if indeed he had one. Apart from anything else, Stede knew how loyal the first mate was to his long-time captain. In critical moments, he could see the flash of care Izzy had in his eyes for Ed, no matter how aloof he always appeared.

"Any tips to cheer him up?" He asked, feeling a little vulnerable by admitting it. He had tried a few tricks up his sleeve but nothing had worked so far.

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🎲 from Ed!

34. A kiss after a bite

So maybe things were getting a tad aggressive in his captain’s quarters, but Izzy damn sure wasn’t going to knock it. Even being a bleeding heart romantic within the shell he was slowly shedding, he still had a love for the utterly carnal and physical.

Hands all over their leathers, even a hand at the base of Edward’s lower back with skin touching skin, he felt those teeth sink into his lower lip. Oh the sound that came from Izzy at that was delightfully sinful. A moan and pleased rumble from his throat, even as he tasted a little copper in his mouth.

He chuckled breathlessly, reaching up with an ungloved hand to run his fingers inside his lip, eyeing the blood with a bit of amusement. “ Huh. You fucking bit me. “ That brief pause was quickly abandoned as he snatched up Edward’s waist, walking him backward until his ass hit his desk. A smoldering look passed between them just before Israel moved in for the kill. A much deeper, longer, kiss. A breath snatching one as a hand went to cradle the back of the graying man’s head, fingers clenching into those strands.

He was panting when the kiss eventually broke, keeping his lips close to his, so close that they brushed together as his voice was low, husky. Oh Izzy could obediently beg, but he also could flip the script as half-lidded eyes watched him. “ .. do it again. “

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" listen , mate . " words stop and start , a stutter as ed carefully approaches where jim sat upon the deck . each step is intentional , the creak of wood beneath their boots a warning , movement telegraphed to keep flesh unmarred by sharp knives . " no hard feelings , right ? s'water under the fuckin' bridge . "

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ᒥ🎸ᒧ—       The morning news had not been kind to him, plastering his smug, drugged-out mug shot over every news site available. It truly wasn't a flattering picture; glassy, blood shot eyes, a crooked smirk, his hair all wild from a tussle, it told a whole story. 'Edward Teach of Blackbeard's Crew arrested' everywhere had as a headline. But only one person he knew got a call about it that morning, Israel Hands. He didn't want to call Izzy, he didn't want to hear the spiel he'd heard many times before. Yet, the call is made. Izzy is the only friend he's got to help him out, so he left with no other choice.

"Hey, Iz, I...Uh, well I'm at the County Jail with Jack. I need picked up." He said on the phone. Jack, an old bandmate of Ed's youth, and like in Ed's youth he was the source of the trouble that Ed had gotten himself into that night. He doesn't answer any questions, instead he hangs up with a, "Just be here, please."

He stands outside of the jail, and he looks beat. His hair is a wild, tangled mess, there's bags under his tired, hungover eyes, and his clothes are ripped and torn from when he was taken down by the arresting officers. Edward sees Izzy's car approaching and he walks over, limping some and favoring his aggravated, injured knee.

Edward opens the passenger side door, and begins to get in with a small, "Hey, man." No 'thank you for getting me' or 'sorry I may have just ruined my career', only a 'hey' like it was any other day.

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@indestructiblelittlefckr continued from here

"Oh, come off it," Stede sighed at him and held up the shirt that he'd purloined during the most recent raid. "It has a ruched collar... Even you have to admit it's nice. Here, feel."

He held the warm-black shirt out to Izzy. As promised, it had a ruched collar and billowy sleeves not too different in cut from how Izzy tied his own.

[swallowsandamazons]

Closed RP with @indestructiblelittlefckr (Ed & Ely)

"Guess what!" Ely practically buzzes with excitement when they finally find Ed. They're grinning ear to ear, bouncing a little on the balls of their feet and have their hands clasped tightly behind their back. Any idiot could tell that they were hiding something. Perhaps they should have knocked before barging in and perhaps this really wasn't something that Ely needed to tell the Captain... but they couldn't help it. They were just so proud of themselves (a rarely felt sensation when you're both the youngest and newest member of a famous pirate crew). Still, Ely liked Ed. They'd barely avoided slipping up and accidentally calling him 'dad' on more than one occasion. They were relatively sure that Ed liked them too. He'd given them a chance instead of throwing them over board when they'd been discovered as a stowaway and he took the time to show them the ropes (literally). Ely hadn't been this bright and open with Ed back then but now, well... they're comfortable around him.

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Do I need to baby you? (from my Izzy to Stede)

Startled by Izzy's voice, the Captain jumps and is quick to hide his right hand behind his back, his sword falling from his lap and onto the floor. "Baby me? What?" He questions with a laugh, a nervous one, failing miserably at acting as though he didn't just cut his hand trying to clean and shine his blade. Blood oozed from his fresh wound, dripping onto the floor behind him, trying desperately to apply pressure by closing and clenching his fist, but it only made it sting more. "No. Why would you suggest that, Izzy?" He feigns innocence with a forced smile, feeling rather embarrassed that he'd somehow managed to slice his hand while cleaning his blade... but this was Stede Bonnet, after all. He could accomplish the toughest of tasks and prove himself in a battle against many, only to injure himself doing something so simple... and attempt to hide it while making it so obvious.