#izzy hands x masc reader

[izzypaawz]

freedom [i won’t let you down] — izzy hands x masc!reader

pairing: izzy hands x amab!masc!reader

word count: 2k

category: smut & fluff

tags: top izzy, bottom reader, established relationship, semi-public fvcking, p in a, creamp1e, slight glove kink, slight emotional hurt comfort, miscommunication, reader is stressed, izzy hands needs a hug, insecure izzy hands, izzy hands is soft for the reader, use of the word c0ck

summary: the crew heard your ‘session’ with izzy, and now you’re stressed because he wants to keep the two of you a secret.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

“Shhh… Shh..”

Izzy’s gloved hand clamps over your mouth, though it does little to muffle the wanton moans that spill out against the supple black leather. He growls against your neck, the short hairs of his beard scratching against the soft flesh of your throat and making you purr with need.

“Shh..” He nuzzles his nose against your cheek and presses a sweet kiss there — a stark contrast to the harsh, needy slap of his hips against yours. “Can’t let anyone hear us, little bird. You know that. Be nice and quiet for me, now…”

You whine into his hand as your body jolts with each forceful thrust. It isn’t often he takes control, but Calypso, when he does; he does.

“I know… I know… It’s just too good, hm?” There is a clear hint of smugness in his tone as his hot breath fans against your ear. Usually you’d want to smack the smug smirk off his face, but now just the sound of pride in his voice makes your tip leak. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Nothing ever does. He swipes a bead of pre onto his glove, making you whimper as you rub your cock against the leather, before he brings it to your mouth and shoves it past your lips. “Have a taste of yourself.”

A choked groan surrounds the clothed digit pushed into your mouth and you swirl your tongue around it. Mostly you just taste the dull leather of the glove, but there is a salty essence to it that makes you throb against your own stomach.

“Good boy,” Izzy grunts, pushing at your lower back with his free hand to make you arch more as he drives into you. His hand leaves your mouth and grabs at your hip, dragging you harder into his every thrust. “That’s it.. Takin’ my cock so well…”

He’s close, and you can tell. He always gets the same way when he’s the one fucking you. His muffled grunts and groans turn into shaky gasps that fall past parted lips, each buck of his hips starts to become sloppy and uncontrolled. Not to mention his hands wander, groping at every bit of skin he can reach like it’s his job.

“F-Fuuck.. Take that cock.. Good boy..” He pants. You smack back into him, meeting him halfway every time he impales you on his length. He always loves it when you do that, and this time is no different as it almost immediately pushes him over the edge. A few stuttering snaps of his hips later, he groans and buries himself all the way inside, his cock twitching as he pulses his come inside you.

His hand immediately slips down to wrap around your length and stroke you fast. His gloved fist gives you an almost unbearable amount of friction that has you coming all over his fingers after a few pumps, like some blushing virgin. Your whimpers turn into satisfied little sighs as he plants gentle kisses on your shoulder, his other hand rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“Fuck, you’re so good. Feel alright?” He whispers and gives your ass a little smack with the back of his hand.

“Yeah,” You huff out a fond laugh, brushing away the bead of sweat gathering on your brow as you straighten up from where you’re bent over and reluctantly pull him out of you. You groan as his softening cock slides out, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, and watch with a pout as he tucks himself back into his pants. If it was up to you, you’d definitely be going another round right now.

A grateful hum leaves you as he helps you back into your black linen shirt and yanks your leather trousers up around your hips. You can’t help but wince as your aching cock rubs against the fabric, biting back a tiny whimper. “Think Stede knows we’ve been gone?”

“Nah,” Izzy scoffs and shamelessly licks your leftover come from his glove. The sight alone sends another bolt of need straight through you, and it’s a struggle to keep your boots rooted to the floor and not to pounce on him all over again. “Bonnet wouldn’t notice a cannon ball if it wasn’t shoved up his—“

“Now,” You scold playfully and reach over to pinch at his arm. “Be nice.”

“No,” Izzy returns simply, wrapping his fingers around the crook of your elbow and tugging you away from the conveniently set up crescent of barrels.

Trying to get Izzy to be a little nicer to people was proving to be… a challenge, that’s for sure. You’ve managed to get him to be nice to you, at least.

Most of the time.

When the two of you emerge on deck and the blistering sun beats down on your faces, Izzy lets his hand fall from your arm. You fight the urge to complain at the loss of contact, especially when his come is still buried deep in your ass and your head is swimming from your orgasm. All you want right now is to cling to him. But you know why you can’t.

He hasn’t said it outright, but it’s obvious Izzy doesn’t want the crew to know about… Whatever is going on between the two of you.

It makes your heart sting just a little bit, but you manage to put your own desire to be public with your attachment aside, in favour of keeping him in his comfort zone. It’s clear he feels safe in your company, and there’s no way in hell you want to do anything to ruin that.

“Alright?” Wee John throws a knowing smirk in your direction as you step away from Izzy to flop down beside him. “Took a while checking the oranges.”

“Mm. Wanted to be thorough after last time,” You give a halfhearted mumble and roll up the billowing sleeves of your shirt until they rest around your elbows. Huffing out a sigh and fanning yourself with your hand, you grumble, “Hot today, isn’t it?”

“Definitely sounded hot. You’ve got a bit of somethin’ on your mouth, by the way.” Wee John gestures to the general area of his own lips.

“What?” You squeak, choking on your saliva upon hearing the accusatory tone in his voice

Wee John tips his head back and lets out a delighted cackle as his large palm smacks at your back. “Oh, don’t act all coy. We all heard you.”

“All of you?” You manage to get out once you’re finished choking on your spit. You throw a glance around the deck at the rest of your crewmates and, sure enough, they’re all staring. And they all look as if they know exactly what you’ve been up to. “Shit.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Everyone needs to blow off some steam. But… Izzy the Spewer? Really?” Wee John snorts, judgement ringing clear in his tone.

“Calypso help me,” You mumble and bury your flushed face in your hands, pointedly ignoring the sound of Wee John snickering beside you.

Izzy’s going to be so mad.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Dinner is about as awkward as you anticipated.

The others sneak little glances at you, thinking they’re being subtle about the way they look you up and down. As soon as you meet their gazes, they suddenly look away and clear their throats. There is a deafening silence draped over the tables, one that you can’t quite take anymore after about ten minutes of it. Muttering a string of curses under your breath, you suddenly stand from the table and abandon your plate, leaving the eating area to head back up on deck.

The walk up the steps seems to take an eternity as guilt eats away at you, tugging at your heartstrings as your mind screams at you; Izzy will be pissed if he finds out that people know. He won’t want you anymore. He’ll leave you.

You make a beeline for the captain’s quarters, where you know Izzy is eating with Ed and Stede — much to his disdain. Your knuckles rap twice against the door in a sharp knock. There is some grumbling and the scrape of a chair against the floor from inside, before Izzy yanks the door open.

“What—“ The venomous spit of a word dies on his tongue when he sees you standing there, and his fierce expression softens. “Oh… I thought you were eatin’ with the others?”

You can’t take it. How are you supposed to make small talk when you feel like you might throw up at any given moment?

“Everyone knows that we fucked,” You blurt out. “And I think they know that we do it often.”

Izzy’s whole body tenses, his shoulders forming a tight line as his jaw goes rigid. “Hm?”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper desperately. “I know you didn’t want anyone to know about us—“

Izzy’s thick brows knit together into a deep frown and he steps out on deck with you, pulling the door to the captain’s quarters shut behind him. “Hey… That isn’t true.”

All you can do in response for a second is frown right back at him. It isn’t true? But he’s been so secretive since your first time together, always creeping around with you and trying to keep you quiet…

“But—“

“I just,” He pauses to puff out a deep sigh and rub his fingertips over his beard. “I don’t wan’ you to be embarrassed. With me.”

“Embarrassed?” You let out a soft breath, your shoulders sagging from their tense line around your jaw. “Why would I be embarrassed?”

“Come on,” Izzy scoffs weakly, his hand moving to scratch at the nape of his neck. “We both know ‘m not the most desirable of partners. The crew’ve probably been takin’ the piss all day. You’re stunnin’, and I’m...”

“Don’t care what the crew think,” You murmur and take a few steps closer to him, until your bodies are almost pressed together. “I love being with you. I think you’re desirable. I think you’re stunning. And only Wee John made fun. Think the others are too scared of being screamed at by you.”

“You like bein’ with me?” Izzy mumbles. He shifts almost uncomfortably and rests his free hand on your cheek, his touch incredibly gentle as the digits brush against your cheekbone. “You mean it?”

“Yeah, Iz,” You whisper and lean into his hand with a content sigh. “I mean it. You’re perfect to me. I couldn’t ask for anyone else to call mine. I don’t think you realise how much I… How much you mean to me.”

A shaky gasp leaves Izzy’s parted lips and he presses closer still, resting his forehead against yours and allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “Shit. You make my heart hurt when you say things like that. Damn you, man.”

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.”

“Yes, boss,” Izzy huffs and uses his hand on your cheek to pull you closer, letting his lips slide against yours in a tender kiss. You’re no stranger to sweet affection from him, but it still makes you melt every damn time. Especially when you’re already overwhelmed with relief and pure love for him.

The sudden cacophony of wolf whistles and cheers from behind you makes you yelp and almost jump out of your skin. You whirl around to find the whole crew ��� sans the captains — watching the pair of you with grins on their faces.

“We knew you were boinking!” Frenchie shouts with glee.

Izzy begins to growl, probably about to curse them out and give them week long punishments, but you shush him and brush your fingers over his beard. “Shhh. Just let them have their moment, and they’ll get over it by tomorrow,” You snicker. It’s true, and you can see that knowledge settling in his eyes. The crew don’t exactly have the best attention spans.

“Fine,” Izzy snarls, and he’s swarmed in an instant.

As the crew surround the pair of you, poor Izzy is subjected to a series of questions — who’s on top? how long has it been going on? will Stede marry the two of you? why not? — and he looks ready to chuck himself overboard at any moment. But even amongst the chaos and the barrage of questions being tossed his way, you notice him looking back at you once or twice with a soft look of pure adoration glimmering in his eyes.

And you watch him in return with a matching expression.

This went better than you could have ever expected.

[stedefxckingbonnet]

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[our-death-means-flag]

idk if you take requests but izzy hands x male!reader who has cptsd. they aren’t dating yet and absolutely fucking hate each other. always at each others throats. one day, ed and stede decide to dock the ship at a certain place, presumably near australia to have drinks with some of eds old buds. as everyone’s moving to get off of the ship & enjoy the land, reader fucking freezes. no one really notices, thinking it to just be him taking in the good view of the town, but he’s having flashbacks. the town they were in was his hometown & he did not come from a good family— I’ll leave it at that. Izzy’s the last one to move off, having been securing some shit at the front & starts to chastise him for being so fuckin slow. he just says something rude as fuck about him just standing there & reader jumps up, clearly startled and tells him to fuck the hell off. izzys surprised at this because for some reason it just felt different— like he had crossed some type of invisible line. reader reluctantly walks to land, hands shaking. Izzy’s just concerned because he’s sort of like what the fuck why don’t they have their dagger against my fucking neck right now. eventually they all go on some type of nature hike, stede’s request, having lived on land majority of his adult life and wanting to explore the newfound territory with Ed. while there the crew (mostly Lucius) is confused as to why reader hasn’t said anything funny or snarky yet. usually he would be the one to make them laugh at shit, if not frenchie or just the ships usual antics. something was just off. the way y/ns eyes glazed over when he saw something vaguely familiar, the ever-so-slight tremble in his left hand. later, lucius says some shit like “are you alright?” And iz just fucking I don’t even know. he corners the reader and sort of passive aggressively orders him to tell him what the fucks going on. cue reader really really really hesitantly opening up after saying some snarky shit in resp to him. maybe it leads to them confessing to each other? or getting really drunk? or cuddling? maybe all three.

Will I Ever Get Out of This Town?

Ship: Izzy Hands x masc!Reader Summary: A visit to a familiar port brings back horrible memories for Y/N but an unexpected person tries to help. Notes: Per request, masc!reader!  I’m no expert on these topics and my personal experience is kinda lacking but I did my level best to write everything as respectfully as possible. Title from Walking Around a Sh*tty Old Town At Midnight by TheEggoMan (I might start using lyrics or quotes for all fic titles since i’m really bad at coming up with names Warnings: y/n being mean to himself, mentions of past abuse (physical and verbal), cptsd, panic attacks, vague traumatic flashbacks, Izzy being Izzy (he’s trying to help but he’s not great at it), drinking

It hadn’t changed a bit.

You stood on the deck, white knuckle gripping the railing, looking out onto the horribly familiar port town.

Your hometown hadn’t changed a bit.

You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting. 

Well aside from never coming back here. The day you’d left this place behind was the day you’d promised yourself that you’d never come back. And yet, here you were. 

It was pathetic. You were a goddamn adult. It had been years since you’d been here. So why was being here still fucking with you? The rational side of you remembered some of the stuff you’d heard about long lasting trauma but the much less rational and much much louder side of you, kept reminding you that you were still the same terrified kid you’d been all those years ago. That you hadn’t grown or changed at all.

You tightened your grip on the rails. You could distantly hear the chatter of the crew as they all set out on the “nature walk” Stede had insisted on. But your mind was elsewhere. Even as you tried to cling to the present your mind dragged you back into the past. 

Raised voices.

Bruises.

Things breaking.

You breaking.

Being trapped in a life that made the idea of working yourself to death on a pirate ship seem like an improvement.

It all came back. Everything you’d tried not to think about.

You hadn’t even noticed someone approaching until a hand grabbed your shoulder. The instincts you’d managed to train over years of piracy vanished and rather than snapping the offending wrist or pulling your knife, you cowered away, spinning so fast you were almost dizzy and all but slamming your back into the railing, arms desperately pulled up to protect yourself even though you knew full well that it wouldn’t do much.

Chest heaving from exertion your mind finally registered what was actually going on in the present. Izzy fucking Hands, crown prince of asshole himself,was right there looking at you with a confused expression, if he’d said anything you hadn’t heard it. Usually you’d push, make some snarky comments about him or whatever he’d been asking you to do. But you were still gripped tightly by the past so all you could manage was a weak “Fuck off.”

Desperate for a quick escape, you all but ran down the plank to catch up with the rest of the crew, leaving a rather confused Izzy behind.

Izzy had noticed almost immediately that something wasn’t quite right with you. He’d always run a tight ship and keeping an eye out for anyone acting off was part of that. And you’d been off ever since Ed had set out their next course. You’d been quieter than usual. That wasn’t good. A change like that…  It usually meant that mutiny was brewing.

But it didn’t seem to be a mutiny. You were just as polite and respectful as ever with the captain(s).

You just seemed… distracted. When he’d snapped at you for something you’d respond with a generic “fuck off” rather than the usual creative retorts you always managed to give. It was disconcerting.

You were a bastard and Izzy hated your guts but you were also one of few people on the ship with an actual functioning brain. If he gave you an actually important task, you’d tell him off but it would get done well. You were still working but you seemed off.

Your weird behavior had started when Ed had decided on the next port you all were stopping at so Izzy wondered if maybe you were planning on deserting. It was possible. More likely than a mutiny in your case. But that would also be a pain. Not only were you actually competent, but you could also rally the idiots to actually get work done. Losing you would be (as much as Izzy was loath to admit) a hit to the crew as a whole. (Besides Izzy would bet money that Bonnet was the kind of idiot to send a fucking search party of you didn’t come back)

Izzy’s plan had been to stay on top of your movements while at port and drag you back if needed. But contrary to what Izzy had expected, you didn’t jump at the chance to leave the ship, in fact you did the opposite…

You were just standing there, staring off into the distance. Izzy rolled his eyes. Seriously? You really were acting off if you were getting distracted so easily. “The fuck are you doing?” Izzy snarled, already anticipating your snarky response. He didn’t get one. Hell, he didn’t even get a response at all. You didn’t so much as twitch. Izzys irritation won over his concerns and he grabbed your arm. “If we needed something to just stand there motionless, we’d buy a fucking statue! Get fucking moving or-“

He was cut off but not the way he expected. Any other day he wouldn’t have been able to get close enough to grab you and if somehow he’d managed it, he’d end up with your knife at his throat. Instead you spun to face him, a look of abject fear on your face as you cowered behind your hands. You blinked, as if waking up from a dream and glared at him. He expected the usual snarky comment but instead all he got was a weak, shaky, “fuck off” and then you just ran off. More strange behavior. You telling him to fuck off wasnt all that unusual but you typically had more to say. 

But not this time.

Instead Izzy was left standing alone on deck as you all but ran to catch up with the rest of the crew.

Something was wrong.

Something was most certainly wrong. Your actions made it readily apparent. Or rather your lack of actions. 

Izzy had appointed himself as the unofficial watch for this stupid “nature hike” and was doing his damndest to keep the idiot brigade from getting themselves killed. But he couldn’t help but notice you. You usually had a slew of snarky comments about almost any situation. You weren’t too shy about voicing your thoughts. But not today. Aside from a few hums and a yes or no in response to a question, you hadn’t said a damn word. Izzy would be lying if he said he wasn’t kind of missing it. As much as you went along with Bonnet’s stupid schemes, you were much more of a real pirate than the rest and your commentary was annoyingly entertaining. He remembered having to bite his tongue to keep from chuckling at a few of your jabs. It was really off putting to see you so… placid. You just followed along and moved almost in a daze. At one point he'd seen Frenchie grab your arm to pull you over to see something and you’d gone stock stiff under the grip.  But what the fuck was he supposed to do about it? 

Though it seemed he wasn’t the only one… It had been a bit into the nature hike. (If Izzy had to listen to one more fucking dumbass bug and/or plant spiel from Stede Fockin’ Bonnet, he’d probably accept getting murdered by Ed just so he could kick Bonnet’s teeth in a little.) You had been conscripted by Edward to help him hunt down some kind of food and the rest of the idiots were lazing around waiting while Bonnet grabbed a few crewmembers to start a fire. Izzy was watching that trainwreck occur.

“What the hell did you do?” The harsh tone wasn’t all that surprising, what was surprising however was who it was coming from. Izzy glanced to see none other than Spriggs, standing arms crossed.

Izzy sighed. He was so incredibly not in the mood for this shit. “What?” He all but snarled the word. 

Just as before, Spriggs didn’t even waver. “You know what!” Izzy’s expression shifted from annoyed to annoyed and confused. “Y/N! What did you do to him?” 

That caught Izzy off guard. “What I did?”

That only seemed to piss Lucius off more. “Of course you! You’re always being such a fucking dick to him! I saw you yelling at him before we got off the ship and now he’s barely talking to anyone. What did you say?”

A part of Izzy felt a little vindicated to know that he wasn’t the only one who noticed. “I didn’t.” He seemed moments away from being interrupted when he added a curt “I didn’t say anything out of the ordinary. He’s been acting off for a while actually.” Lucius didn’t seem convinced. Izzy huffed a sigh. “The reason I was yelling at him earlier was because he was zoning out. He was just staring. He didn’t even notice me until I grabbed his shoulder. I doubt he even knows what I said.”

Lucius narrowed his eyes. Izzy resisted the urge to fidget under the scrutiny. After a long moment, Lucius finally spoke. “You really don’t know what’s bothering him do you?” Izzy simply shook his head. Spriggs furrowed his brow. “Huh.” 

Before either of them could say anything, Ed interrupted when he strolled back into the clearing, arms full of different fruit. “Hey-o! We didn’t find any snakes but you need to check out all this fruit Y/N found!” You lingered behind, tossing one fruit in your hand boredly, as the rest of the crew fussed over the fruits. Ed all but dumped the fruits into Roach’s arms (who was already rambling about flavors) and looped an arm around your shoulder. 

(Izzy had no idea how you’d managed to befriend his captain so damn fast but Ed seemed more comfortable around you than even some of the Queen Anne’s crew.) 

And usually, you’d have no trouble with Ed’s closeness but, in keeping with how you’d been acting off all day, this time you froze. It was clear you tensed just from the way that your nails dug into the skin of the fruit you were holding. Ed, seemingly noticing your odd behavior, let go and whispered something, his beard making lipreading impossible. You shook your head in response. Ed still seemed concerned but was quickly distracted by Stede, even though he gave you a thumbs up over his shoulder as he left 

The rest of the day went the same way. Izzy didn’t get involved in any of the crew's shenanigans, deciding just to stand back and keep watch. Yet, his focus kept drifting back to you. You were quiet and didn’t really interact much or make many comments. Despite Lucius’ attempts to get you to relax you seemed determined not to. As the day turned to night, you drifted away from the group. Just lingering on the outskirts of the clearing that the crew had chosen as a base, nursing the same drink for what seemed to be hours and just staring.  

Perhaps it was the strangeness of how you were acting or maybe it was the light buzz Izzy was feeling or maybe both, but he found himself walking over to you. Again you didn’t notice him approaching. Which was still very strange. Even if you had been drunk (which you definitely weren’t considering he hadn’t seen you grab another drink and the one you still held in your hand was only half empty) you’d always notice someone approaching you. 

Izzy tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. You didn’t say anything. Shit. Izzy immediately realized he should have planned what to say but he had approached you rather impulsively. Instead of anything that made sense like a ‘what’s wrong’ or a ‘want to talk it through (ugh)’ what came out of Izzy’s mouth was “The fuck is your problem?”

He realized that was probably a bad move when you glared at him. Your glare wavered. “Fuck off.” You grumbled. “I’m not in the mood for any of your bullshit right now. Go piss off someone else.”

A part of Izzy wanted to back off. But the almost dead look on your face and the ever-so-slight tremble in your left hand, caused him to stay.

 “No, shit. fuck. I’m not… I-” He paused for a long moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. Usually you probably would have let him and waited for him to figure out what he wanted to say. But you were pissed. So with a huff, you moved to walk away. 

And Izzy did another stupid thing. He reached out and grabbed your arm. 

You yanked your arm out of his grip so forcefully that you stumbled backwards and nearly fell, instead your back hit a tree and you all but sank down it, all but cowering behind your arms, drink long dropped. Your arms shook as you stared wide eyed at him but clearly not actually seeing him. The commotion attracted the attention of the rest of the crew.

A beat.

You blinked, seemingly realized what was actually going on, jumped to your feet and, before anyone could do anything, booked it into the woods.

Every breath felt like it caught in your throat. 

You couldn’t believe you’d made such a fool of yourself.  In front of the whole entire crew no less. In front of Izzy.

Despite how long it had been, you still knew the path. Your legs moved almost numbly as you ran but your course was clear. 

You stumbled out onto the ever so familiar cliff side. Shoulders still heaving from the run and your anxiety, you looked out over the entire town, the ocean glimmering under the moon. The small town hadn’t changed.

The rock that you’d always used as a chair was still the same too. You sighed as you sat down. You pulled your legs up against your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You tried very very hard not to cry but, before you could stop yourself, tears were streaming down your cheeks.

 You knew it would be best to go back to the crew. They were probably confused about you running off and you didn’t want them to think you were deserting the ship. But you needed a minute. Even if the crew had decided to follow you for some reason, not only were you probably the most sober but you still knew these woods like the back of your hand. So you had time. 

Then you heard a crack of a branch. You almost missed it over your own heartbeat pounding in your head but being here, at the spot you always used to hide at, made you senses overwhelming.

“Lucius I-” You started as you frantically wiped your face and sat up to take a look at who you assumed to be the well-meaning scribe. Just as you were wondering how he’d managed to keep up, you locked eyes with Izzy Hands. You sighed. “Go on then, laugh it up.” You mumbled.

“What?” The man’s voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.

 You gave the man your best glare (not too effective with your teary eyes and curled posture). “Really? No need to play dumb. Look! Y/N L/N being pathetic. Enjoy the show, asshole!”

Izzy looked woefully uncomfortable. He glanced briefly over his shoulder as if wondering if anyone would swoop in and save him from the awkwardness. No one did. It seemed that (being as good on his feet and less drunk than the crew) he’d been the only one who’d managed to keep up. “I…” He gave another glance. Still no luck. “I wasn’t going to mock you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Then why are you here? Hell, why have you been bothering me all day?” Izzy gave you a confused look. “You yelled at me on deck. You’ve been staring at me all day. You talked to me. And then when I wanted to leave you grabbed me. Then you chased me all the way up here!” You counted off on your fingers as you spoke. If it wasn’t mockery then what? The only other option you could think of was an ass-backwards attempt at murder but it was much too underhanded for Izzy usually.

“I…” Izzy fumbled for words. You resisted the urge to snark at him again. “I thought that you were acting strange.”

“So you decided to bother me all day?”

“I wanted to help.” His voice was so soft you barely heard it. In fact, you immediately assumed that you’d heard incorrectly. 

“What…?”

“I wanted to help.” It was barely louder this time. “You’re competent. A valuable member of the crew. You’ve been acting odd since the captains decided to make port here. I wanted to fix it. I wanted to help.”

A part of you wanted to laugh. He wanted to help so he yelled at you and asked ‘what the fuck was going on?’ it was utterly ridiculous… and absolutely the sort of thing Izz would do. It was an actual attempt to help. You sighed, scooted over and patted the rock. “Come on. Sit down.”

Izzy did, noticeably sitting far enough away that his legs didn’t touch yours. He folded his hands awkwardly in his lap.

You sighed and before you could talk yourself out of it, you spoke. “I grew up here. Seems like I still know these woods as well as I used to.” That got Izzy’s attention. You could see him looking at you from the peripherals of your vision. But instead you stared out at the ocean. Looking at it from here it wasn’t surprising that you’d decided to go out to see and never look back, it glittered like a sea of gems. “I lived right down in that town.” You pointed. “My family…”  Your voice wavered and you paused.  Izzy just stayed silent and let you talk. “ They weren’t very good to me. Let’s just say that not all my scars are from pirating… I used to come up here a lot.  Sometimes sitting out here, even in the cold or the heat, was better than going home. I’d sit here and stare at the ocean and think of sailing away some day. That’s why I left. Why I became a pirate. Would you believe me if I said I think the pirate ship was safer? Sure I could have died but I’m damn sure if I stayed here, I’d already be dead.” You sighed and leaned your head back looking at the stars above you. “And the day I got on my first ship, I promised myself I’d never come back here. I guess that’s what's been bothering me.”

“I see.” Izzy mumbled out. 

“Yeah… They’re all gone by now probably. Nothing interesting I’m afraid.” You teased lightly. 

“No, that’s not what I meant…” He seemed to fumble for words for a long moment. You glanced over at him to see him clearly deep in thought. He’d listened to you ramble, the least you could do was give him the same courtesy. “Most people don’t choose to be pirates unless they don’t have anything left for them on land. I know a bit of how you feel… If I stayed on land, I’d be dead too. I was a street kid. Joined the navy, not completely by choice, then switched sides the first chance I got.” You nodded along. That made sense. Izzy’s precise fighting style made sense. “I’m sorry that happened to you.” He met your eyes somewhat nervously.

“Not much anyone can do to change the past.” 

Izzy shrugged. “I’m sorry all the same.”

You scooted closer to Izzy, letting your leg brush against his. He jumped but didn’t snap at you or pull away. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned against him. He noticeably relaxed under your touch. “Thanks Izzy. I appreciate you coming out here.”

“Honestly I don't think I helped much.” Izzy muttered. 

You chuckled. “Eh, you did pretty okay for your first try. Talking it through is much harder than it seems, eh?” Izzy grumbled in response but didn’t do much more than that. 

You looked back at the town below. “You know… The whole place looks much smaller now…” And it did. The same town that had felt like your entire world the last time you’d been here was just a tiny town. You could even see the Revenge from here. Your actual home.

As comfortable as it was leaning against Izzy, you knew you had to double back to the crew. You sighed and stood, gently pulling Izzy up with you. “We should probably get back to the crew… Otherwise they might think you killed me or something.” Your tone wasn’t right but it was closer to the kind of jabs you’d normally give. Izzy chuckled.

 Even once you two had stood up, you didn’t let go of Izzy, your arm still around his shoulder. You’d barely made it halfway back to the clearing where the rest of the crew was when a figure jumped out at you. Your knife was in your hands fast but then you realized who it was:  Jim had their knife pointed at Izzy.

“Bastardito! What did you do to him?” 

Before any blood could be shed you chimed in. “Jim! I’m okay. I’m right here. Izzy was helping.” Jim released Izzy and gave you a suspicious look. “Okay I’m not fine but Izzy didn’t do anything to me. He has nothing to do with why I ran off.”

Jim seemed to accept that as they leaned back and yelled “I found them!”

The moment you passed the threshold of the clearing almost the entire crew surrounded you. You were so overwhelmed by the whole crew around you that you almost missed Izzy pulling the two captains aside. 

“Y/N! Are you okay?”

“You had us so worried!”

Lucius was quick to make sure the crew didn’t crowd you too much.

“Alright then everyone! Let’s head back to the ship!” Stede’s chipper voice interrupted everyone. You raised a brow.

“I thought we were sleeping out here tonight?” The Swede asked, confused.

“Yes, well. Change in plans! The ship would be much better than this place! I mean the weather is positively atrocious! Think of the ambiance my good man!” 

Before anyone could ask Stede what the hell he was talking about (it was a clear night? and what was an “ambiance”?) Ed spoke up. “Come on everyone! You heard the captain.”

You spent the rest of the walk to the ship listening to Stede ramble about how most certainly this was not a place you all should be, Ed chiming in that you should pick the next port stop, and the rest of the crew making a point of trying to get you to laugh (succeeding a few times). 

You didn’t get another chance to talk to Izzy until the rest of the crew was asleep. You found him sitting on the mizzen top leaning against the mast, holding a bottle of some kind of alcohol. Without even hesitating you climbed up so you could sit next to him. After a moment of silence, “What did you tell the captains to get them to leave so quickly?”

“The truth. I said that you were uncomfortable here and that we should leave. Simple as that.” He responded.

You smiled. “Thanks Izzy.”

“Of course…” He fumbled for a moment as if trying to find something to say, then he simply offered the bottle in his hand. 

Getting drunk at that port was not something you wanted, but now that you could see it fading in the Revenge’s wake, you accepted. You took a swig and were surprised to find it tasted like good fancy rum. You looked at the bottle and then at Izzy.

“From my stash I took off the Anne. Don’t you dare tell the others, I am not sharing with them.” Izzy explained. 

You chuckled and took another swig before handing the bottle back. “Cross my little black heart.” You promised teasingly. “Although, first you help me out and now you’re sharing your fancy rum with me… I might get the idea that you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t.” Izzy mumbled. 

“What?” 

“I don’t hate you.” His words were almost slurred a little and you realized that the bottle had been half empty. “You’re a good pirate. And funny. I missed your jokes…” He almost whined.

You gently took the bottle back then took a swig for confidence. “I don’t hate you either. You may be an asshole but I can appreciate that.”

Izzy laughed and leaned against you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smiled and adjusted so you could loop an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. 

Since you only had one bottle, you couldn’t exactly cheers but you could raise the bottle while you and Izzy were both holding it. “To the future!”

Izzy laughed, his breath tickling your collarbone. “To the future! Fuck the past!”

You couldn’t help but laugh along. “Yeah! Fuck the past!” You held up a middle finger at the lingering lights of a port you’d been trapped in. The two of you continued that way, joking and yelling, until the port faded completely from view. Then you felt Izzy go completely limp against your side. You glanced over seeing he’d fallen asleep. With a small smile, you pulled the bottle from his hand and set it aside before curling up yourself.

As much as you could say “Fuck the past” the burden it left was still there. But as you sat on the mizzen top and watched that damn place disappear over the horizon, on a ship full of people who’d been worried about you, who had changed their plans to accommodate you, with Izzy Fucking Hands of all people asleep at your side, that burden had never felt lighter.

A/N: I did my best to stay true to the request but I made a few small changes, hope that’s okay!  Writing a reader with he/him pronouns was a little tricky. I’m so used to they/them readers.

[sky-fire-forever]

Fuck it, send me Izzy Hands x Reader requests and I might give them a shot!

I will say that I will probably not do Izzy x fem!reader just because of personal preference. But I'll do gender neutral reader and male reader and trans masc reader and nonbinary reader and what have you :3

But feel free to shoot your shot with whatever you'd like! It might be fun

[fanartist666]

Time for a proper pin I guess

I only have one real thing on here but that will probably change at some point

Yes I write a lot of oc x canon and a lot of it is the same two ocs so if that's not for you, neither am I haha

Anyway I'm MDNI ofc and as much as I don't write much smut I'm not opposed to violence and gore

I try to tag as much as I can think of but era/setting-appropriate warnings do apply

Also I'm an author irl! I write lgbt fantasy book(s), currently 40k words into my second one ❤ Here's a link to the first one if you're interested

Whiskey and Lead (Joe 'Bear' Graves x Female Original Character) masterlist:

Extras: Reference pics for Anubis and some height things

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Zombie Ghost x immune reader

Hybrid/shifter AU 141 POV (Fem!OC included)

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Captain Price x Reader oneshot with alcohol

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A Court of Dragons and Lions (Tywin Lannister x Female Original Character)

A Call to Fire & Duty - prequel to ACODAL ft ancestor to Anubis and John Price set in Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon

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[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

Hello! I absolutely love your work and always look forward to when you post, especially your steddy hands x reader fic. I was wondering if you would maybe consider an angst/comfort steddy hands x reader oneshot where perhaps the reader gets kidnapped/needs to be cared for after the ordeal? it would also be neat if the reader was trans-masc simply cause I havent seen a lot of trans-masc representation for ofmd fics yet. I would literally appreciate it so much if you could write this, but even if you cant or are too busy, i look forward to your future works :)

Ended up rewriting this, I hope it turned out okay!

Steddyhands taking care of their Injured S/O:

The enemy ship was filled with the sound of metal clashing against metal, the shouts of their crew and yours alike. The ache from being held captive for days had seeped deep into your bones, making it difficult to even hold your head up, never mind separate the voices to get an idea of how the fight was going. All you knew was that your crew had come for you just like you knew they would.

The door to the brig, allowing more light to spill into the dim room. You forced your head up to see who had come for you, whether it was friend or foe. Everything in your body relaxed when you saw the three familiar faces, the ones you knew would find you, would take you home.

Stede was the one to carry you back to the Revenge and to the captain’s cabin, the cabin that the four of you had shared for a little while now. Edward, of course, had been eager to be the one to scoop you up and haul you back home but Stede and Izzy had talked him out of it because of his knee. His leg would be bad enough after the raid, he needn’t put more stress on it. Plus, he knew if you had been more present, you would have scolded him for the same thing.

Instead, Edward had agreed to let Stede take you back while he and Izzy made sure that the crew properly torched the ship that had dared to hold you captive, to threaten to take you away from them. Stede had handed them a box of matches, just in case, before whisking you away to safety.

Stede uttered reassurances into your hair as he carried you to the familiar cabin, those quiet reassurances continuing as he placed you down on the settee. He noticed the way you winced.

“They weren’t kind to you, were they, my dear?” his frown deepened as he finally got the chance to take in all the injuries you had received and the build-up of grime.

“Need a few lessons on hospitality from the Gentleman Pirate,” your voice was hoarse, every other word interrupted with a rough cough. You sounded beyond tired, exhausted, but at least you were joking. Surely, that must have been a good sign.

Stede quickly returned to fretting, figuring it must hurt your throat to simply speak. He was just pouring you a drink when Edward barged into the room, lowly informing his co-captain that Izzy was handling the rest of the ship’s fate and would be by shortly.

In an instant, Edward was sitting by your side and had slipped an arm around you. You leant into his embrace without hesitation, melting against his side, thankful to not have to hold yourself up anymore.

A glass of water was pressed into Edward’s hand as Stede knelt down in front of you. As Stede worked on removing your boots, Edward gently lifted the glass to your lips.

“Slow sips, darling,” Stede advised, placing one boot to the side.

You barely nodded, lifting your chin enough to drink from the glass. You leisurely sipped from the water as Edward tilted the cup.

Now, watching you sip from the glass, Edward was beginning to become more aware of your injuries just as Stede had. He couldn’t help but feel that dark cloud settling in his chest once again.

When your boots were set to the side and the glass was empty, Stede sighed and sat back on his heels. “Oh, love,” he reached up and caressed your dirty hair, pushing it out of your face. You instinctively leant into his touch. “Could I prepare you bath?” he asked. He figured you might want to scrub off all that grime, he definitely would, but he would understand if you would rather just rest for now and clean up later.

You nodded, relieved at the thought of being able to wash up. You felt disgusting and grimy. In the brig on the other ship you had been more focused on the aches, you hadn’t even thought about the dirt. But now, sat back in the pristine cabin where you belonged, you couldn’t be more aware of how the filth clung to your skin.

Stede gave you a smile, a little unconvincing but sincere nonetheless, as he stood. He tenderly kissed your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

Edward didn’t waste a second with Stede gone, setting to work on fussing over you instantly. “Weren’t going to let those fuckers get away with it,” he promised lowly, though you already knew that. Still, you smiled tiredly at him as he attempted to detangle some of your hair without tugging on the knots.

“Should’ve saw them when they realised Blackbeard was coming for me,” you mused, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, comforted by the familiar scent of lavender, “I think one of them pissed their pants.”

Thankfully, Edward laughed at that. Finding the same relief that Stede had at your ability for light-heartedness.

Still, he asked, “do you need another drink?” Your voice was less hoarse than before but still sounded scratchy.

You nodded, murmuring a quiet ‘please’ before Edward carefully moved you away from him, letting you lean back against the settee cushions again.

The door opened and closed again, Izzy marching in. Edward, pouring a glass of water, looked at him expectantly. “It’s all under control, we’ll be raising anchor soon. Told the crew to do it without us,” he informed his captain.

“Good,” Edward nodded, glad to hear that the other crew were getting what they deserved.

It took a moment before Izzy could bring himself to look at you but once he did, his face fell. “You’re hurt,” he observed bluntly, painfully, as he approached you.

“Yeah…” your whole body ached and stung, you weren’t going to lie to him, you couldn’t hide it. “But I’ll be fine, just happy to be back,” you assured him with a weak smile as he sat beside you, pulling you into his arms.

Edward sat on the other side of you, holding your head steady as he brought the glass to your lips. You could manage on your own but letting them fuss over you wasn’t so bad.

Stede returned from the bathroom just as you finished your second drink, pleased to see that Izzy had retuned. Both Edward and Izzy helped you stand from the settee. Once you were on your feet, Stede wrapped an arm around your waist and led you into the bathroom.

Together, the three of them worked on getting you out of your ruined clothes, which only consisted of your shirt and trousers. Stede and Edward then took each of your hands and helped you step into the tub.

You groaned as you sank down into the warm water, it already doing wonders for your sore muscles even if it was causing your cuts to sting a little. The more prominent scents of lavender invaded your senses, replacing the smell of smoke and damp wood you had become used too on the other ship.

Edward and Stede took their seats on stools on either side of the tub, on either side of you, refusing to let you wash yourself. Not that you really minded. It was nice to be doted on, especially after the last few days you had. You let your eyes flutter shut as they dragged clothes over your body, wiping away the layer of sweat and filth on your skin.

Izzy stood, a little ominously, in the room. Very clearly sulking about something if the looks on his face gave anything away. No, not sulking, beating himself up.

“Should’ve been there, this shouldn’t have happened,” Izzy finally spoke up. As you expected, as was Izzy’s nature, he was blaming himself for this. Your eyed blinked open again, frowning when you saw his guilty expression.

“Israel, dear, this isn’t your fault. Nobody could have known this was going to happen,” Stede looked at him with a frown, wondering how he could blame himself. Of course, all three of them wished they had been there to prevent your kidnapping, wondered what they could have done differently to prevent it, but they simply couldn’t have foreseen it.

“Yeah, Iz, mate, you can’t blame yourself,” Edward agreed, as if he hadn’t blamed himself as well. He had blamed himself as soon as they heard you had been taken and had to be reassured by Stede.

“Izzy…” you sighed. “This is nobody’s fault, definitely not yours. I knew the three of you would come for me. You can’t blame yourself for this, none of you can, I certainly don’t,” you reassured him. Of course, this had only made Izzy feel worse. You were hurt and he was too caught up blaming himself to make himself of use, and now you were comforting him.

Seeming to notice those thoughts running through Izzy’s mind, Stede spoke up. “Israel, come here and give us a hand, won’t you?” he encouraged, giving Izzy that pushed he needed.

Without a word, and definitely no complaint, Izzy crossed the room. He pulled a stool up behind the head of the bathtub and sat down, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows before resting his arms against the lip of the tub.

“Lean back, darling,” Stede ordered softly.

You did as he said, laying back and resting your head against Izzy’s arms. He smiled back when you smiled up at him, tired but reassuring.

Stede and Edward continued to clean you up as they inspected your wounds, searching for causes of concern. Every now and again, Stede would look to Edward for some guidance on whether your wounds would need further tending too, if they should call for Roach. But each time, Edward seemed confident that everything would heal just fine without stitches.

Ignoring the back and forth whispered of the captains about your condition, you focused up on Izzy. “Is the crew alright?” you asked, knowing that he had been the last to speak with the crew.

“Don’t worry about them,” Izzy muttered, wondering how you could worry about the crew after they came to rescue you. Seeing the genuine concern in your eyes, Izzy have in. “The crew is fine, love,” he sighed, gently repositioning your head as he removed one arm from under you, “just worry about feeling better.” He tried his best to make it sound like a request, a suggestion, but it sounded more like a demand. Though, it was softened by the way he ran his fingers through your hair with his now free hand.

Deciding not to argue with him, and seeing that there was no need too if everyone was alright, you just hummed in agreement and let your eyes close again.

“Not gonna let anyone get their hands on you again,” Edward’s voice brought you back to the two captains, and you knew he meant it. The three of them were bound to be overly protective around anyone who wasn’t a member of the crew from now on, at least for a while.

“Yes, of course we won’t, but let’s just focus on fixing you up for now,” Stede suggested softly, not wanting you to already worry about possible future dangers.

Once you were cleaned up to their standards, completely scrubbed clean, the three men helped you out of the tub. Your legs felt even more wobbly now that the muscles had been allowed to relax, maybe this time you needed the assistance more than you did before.

Still, you were able to stand by yourself as Stede wrapped a fluffy towel around you before asking, “Ed, love, be a dear and grab the salve?”

Edward gave a short nod and hurried over to the cabinet to search for the familiar jar while Stede guided you back through into the cabin, Izzy trailing behind as you were sat back down on the couch.

Ed wasn’t far behind, soon catching up with a jar of salve in his hand.

The four of your say in silence, each of your partners tenderly applying the salve to your bruises and cuts. Aiming to get the task done as quickly but as thoroughly as possible. Occasionally Izzy would mutter something to himself as he inspected the various injuries, an all too familiar scowl on his face as he did so.

Despite the aches, the occasional sting from your cuts, and the fretting of your partners, you felt your eyes growing heavy. Finally able to relax, feeling safe between the three men. It was becoming to keep your head up now.

“Oh, my love, you must he exhausted,” Stede frowned, noticing your desire for sleep as they finally finishing applying the salve.

You nodded sleepily before murmuring, “didn’t really feel like sleeping on that ship.” It sounded like you might have been attempting some sort of joke, but it didn’t really land.

“C’mon, mate. I could be talked into a midday nap,” Edward encouraged with a half-smile.

“I’ll get you a change of clothes,” Stede offered, standing before hurrying off into his closet before you could even say anything.

Unsurprisingly, he returned moments later with a nightshirt of his. Having been deemed as incapable of doing anything for yourself this afternoon, Stede helped you into the oversized shirt.

“Now, are you sure there is nothing else you need. More water, food, did we miss any injuries?” Stede fretted, making you smile a little.

“Just really want some sleep,” you assured him.

“Very well,” Stede nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little. “Now, you two make sure they get some well needed rest. I’ll go and tell the crew that they are doing fine and make sure everything is running smoothly,” he ordered, softly of course, before kissing each of you on the forehead and leaving the cabin.

Without hesitation, Edward was on his feet and taking hold of your hand. “You look very nice in Stede’s nightshirt. Very dashing,” he lightly teased as he guided you over to the bed.

“I’ll give it to him, it’s comfortable,” you hummed. He had picked well, and you wondered if he had done it on purpose. The nightshirt hung loose and light on you, not irritating your wounds like another material might.

“It’s a very pretty dress,” Izzy agreed. Clearly, the two of them were trying to keep an air of lightness, hoping to put you at ease, despite their racing minds.

Both men frowned, concerns racing back to the forefront of their minds, when you winced as you climbed into the bed after Edward.

“Shut up and come cuddle with us,” you complained, and Izzy didn’t argue, joining you on the bed after kicking his boots off.

With that safe and secure feeling returning to you, you curled up between the two men. The feeling of their bodies on either side of you having a grounding effect.

“You had us really worried,” Edward confessed in the quiet of the room as he tightened his hold on you. Feeling safe to voice those feelings now that you were back where you belonged, now that he knew you would be okay. “Stede was worried sick, never seen him so antsy. Thought Iz was gonna kill the crew with how hard he was pushing them.”

It might not have been suitable, but it made you smile, the thought of your men setting their sights on bringing you home. You couldn’t imagine how you would have reacted if it were one of them that had been taken.

“Right, ‘cause you were the picture of calm,” Izzy muttered. You couldn’t see his face, since it was nuzzled into the back of your neck, but you were sure he was rolling his eyes.

“Yeah…think I freaked the Swede out,” Edward confessed, making you chuckle a little into his chest.

“They’ll forgive you all,” you promised, voice becoming thick with sleep.

“Don’t care,” Izzy’s voice was quieter now, almost as if he were sharing a secret, “as long as you’re alright.”

Over your frame, unseen by you, Edward gave Izzy a look of understanding and have his hand a firm but tender squeeze.

By the time Stede returned to the cabin, you and Edward were sleeping soundly. Izzy, awake, still lay beside you. Dutiful in following your request that he cuddle with you, absentmindedly playing with your hair.

“They’re sleeping?” Stede asked quietly, though the answer was obvious. The question came more from a lack of knowing what else to say.

“Passed out pretty much as soon as they lay down,” Izzy informed the captain as he approached, pulling himself away from you and sitting up.

“Can’t imagine how exhausted they must be,” Stede sighed, placing a tray down on the bedside table, “I brought some more water and some bread in case they are hungry when they wake up. Once they feel up to it, I’ll have Roach make something for them.”

Izzy wasn’t completely sure why he was being told this, but he nodded anyway. You would need to eat something soon; he doubted the other crew had kept you well fed.

Stede sat on the edge of the bed, overlooking your cuddled up forms, refusing to disturb you. You needed your rest.

"Israel, tell me, are their injuries nothing to worry about? You and Ed are much more experienced in that area than me and Ed had assured me but...well, sometimes I worry he sugar-coats things for me. I know you'll be honest," Stede asked, a longing concern in his eyes as he gazed down on you.

Izzy sighed to himself as he lent back against the headboard. "They'll be fine, Stede. Nothing's broken or anything. The bruises will fade. Some of the wounds might scar but most should heal pretty much completely. Don't worry, yeah?" he assured the man, even trying to muster up a convincing smile. He doubted it was successful.

"Yes, and I am sure you're not fretting and that's not why I bet you're not going to leave their side until they're back in fighting shape," Stede mused, clearly having come to understand Izzy's devotion rather intimately.

“Can you two shut up? We’re trying to sleep here,” Edward grumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you buried yourself further into his chest, the two of you fully wrapped around each other.

“Sorry, love,” Stede whispered, reaching over to tuck some unruly hair behind Edward’s ear.

“Just get in bed, Stede,” your plea was muffled by Edward’s chest, but they could make out your words just fine.

“You should really eat-” Stede began to protest now that you were awake.

“Please, love? I just want to get some sleep, with the three of you,” you managed to pull your head up from your cosy embrace, giving Stede the best pleading look you could muster.

Stede didn’t need anymore encouragement, the three of you shuffling up enough for him to climb into the bed as well. The four of you natural fell together, limbs tangled, each man with at least a hand on your just to make sure that you were still there. That you wouldn’t be gone once again when they woke up.

[stedefxckingbonnet]

headcanons!!

by the way, everyone, i'll also write headcanons! just wanted to put that out there :) please keep the requests coming! i truly enjoy getting to write your ideas! i hope you all enjoy part two of 'eternity' ♡

[our-death-means-flag]

{ Masterlist }

Headcanons:

The Crew:

Hugging the Crew of the Revenge | (gn!pronouns, platonic or romantic, fluff + shenanigans) hugs with every single person on the crew

Fics:

SteddyHands (Ed x Stede x Izzy)

Tuesdays? | Requested | (afab!reader & gn!pronouns, romantic, fluff + a tiny bit of angst, 2,357 words) the boys help reader with period cramps

Edward Teach | Blackbeard

Cherry Flavored Conversations | Requested |  (gn!pronouns, implied romantic but could be platonic, fluff + shenanigans, 2,069 words) reader and Ed have a relaxing time of shore leave

For No Reason at All | Requested | (gn!pronouns, platonic, angst, fluff + comfort, TW: depressive episode, some slight disordered eating (skipping meals),  1,656 words) reader is falling into a depressive cycle and doesn’t want to make it a problem. However, a certain pirate captain is very well aware of how they’re feeling and steps in to help his friend.

Stede Bonnet

Floral Scented Hugs | (gn!pronouns, platonic or romantic, fluff + shenanigans, 1,934 words) reader give stede a hug. he goes all out.

Izzy Hands

Hug = Existential Crisis | (gn!pronouns, romantic, fluff + angst but it’s Izzy is being Izzy, 2,104 words) reader gives Izzy a much needed hug

Will I Ever Get Out of This Town?  | Requested | (masc!pronouns, romantic, angst, fluff + comfort, TW: mentions of past abuse, 4,324 words ) Izzy notices that reader is acting strange when they come into port, a port that’s far too familiar for reader…

For Professional Reasons | Requested | (gn!pronouns, romantic, fluff, slight hurt/comfort, 1,222 words) Izzy helps out reader when they get a migraine.

Bonding Under Duress | Requested | (gn!pronouns, romantic, slight fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, 5,694 words) Izzy and reader hate each other. So after a forced bonding trip goes awry, how will they handle it?

Quiet | Requested | (gn!pronouns, implied romantic but could be platonic, light angst, fluff + comfort, 2,717 words) Izzy knows reader is capable, so when they jump when he yells, he knows something's wrong.

Above the Clouds and the Atmosphere | (gn!pronouns, implied romantic but could be platonic, wing AU, fluff with a smidge of angst (Izzy), 3,777 words) After injuring his wings in a raid, Izzy had accepted the fact that he’d never be able to fly. (No he hasn’t) He’s fine (no he’s not). Then reader shows up and they might just be able to help…

Series:

None yet!

[izzypaawz]

IZZY HANDS

x masc reader

freedom! [i won’t let you down]; 🩷 🌶️

[littleoddwriter]

Character List Update!

Hi there! Just wanted to state all new characters I write for in a separate post, so that people will see it. My requests are OPEN, so feel free to send me something. But please be patient with me because I have a lot of requests to fulfil and so it might take me a while. Please read my Pinned Post BEFORE you request anything. Thank you! I’m always open to answering any questions you might still have after you’ve read it.

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard (Male/Masc!Reader only!)

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet (Male/Masc!Reader only!)

Ships:

Blackbeard x Stede Bonnet - BlackBonnet

Blackbeard x Izzy Hands x Stede Bonnet - SteddyHands

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez

What We Do in the Shadows [TV and Movie]:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz (Male/Masc!Reader only)

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav 

Ships:

Anton x Viago

Guillermo de la Cruz x Nandor the Relentless - Nandermo