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he-goes-down · 11 months ago

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The Blood That Moves The Body:

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Pairing: Vamp! Izzy x reader x Were! Slash

- quick moment of silence for me not finding a gif-

Warnings: smut (with plot), threesome, vampires, werewolf, fingering, unprotected p in v, oral! M receiving, slight oral!F receiving. Blood

Second person pov:

A low animalistic growl echoed through the trees as you walked through the dark foggy forest. Standing dead still, your senses peaked with anxiety. Your eyes scattering from one dark corner to another, swearing that each shadow was out to get you. Your eyes landed to in-front of you. In the distance, orange-yellowish eyes glowed out of the darkness. The eyes position closer to the ground, like a wolf staggering and bending down as it stalked it’s prey. With one fast growl and leap your live flashed before your eyes. You were paralysed in fear. Couldn’t move. Only put your hands and arms in-front of you, squeezing your eyes shut. Ready to embrace quick death.

Breathing hard, that was the only thing you heard. Your breath. And silence, the sound of charging towards you on the soft forest floor was gone. Another hard breath. Not yours. A warm blow on your hand, your one eye peered open. The beast. Now in-front of you, the moonlight shining on it’s dark brown fur, had all the features of a wolf except it was huge. It’s head tilted like a puppy as it sniffed the hand that was still frozen in-front of you. After a few nerve racking sniffs it began to lick ur hand, getting more playful after each one. It’s tongue nearly bigger than your hand itself. But you began to relax seeing it was friendly and for now harmless. Taking a big sigh as your other hand went to the side of its furry head, scratching through it like you would to a dog. It seemed to enjoy it, you pulled your hand away from it’s tongue and began scratching the other side of it’s face. It’s eyes closing and mouth open panting as your scratched in all the right places.

‘It’s like a puppy.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Just an abnormally large and kinda freakish one.’ You added to your inner dialogue.

“Oh, he’s no puppy.” You heard a voice behind you, you turned around. Not just behind, but above, in the trees. You looked up to the tall towering trees. A shadow figure standing on one of the big branches that formed the canopy above. It walked forward onto the air, a fast accelerating drop but as the figure was inches above the ground it stopped in the air, taking a step down to the forest floor. And another accelerated charge, in humane speed. The figure stopped to right in-front of you. Some of the leaves on the forest floor fell back down again as the figures speed triggered it to lift from the ground.

A very pale, dark haired handsome man. His nose straight, his eyes a dark hazel. God he was quite fine, the comedic relief in your brain added to your monologue. His eyes flashed red, a weird feeling came and gone from you, almost unnoticeable. “You really think I’m handsome?” He asked, smugly raising an eyebrow. As he spoke you noticed his fangs. A vampire. Of course he knew what you were thinking, he could read minds. Before your sputter out a fearful exclamation you felt a nudge on the middle of your back. The animal was still there, wanting attention. “Slash you can stop it now, stop using people to scratch your nasty flee invested fur.” The vampire crossed his eyes, talking to the animal. With one dog like whine, the beast, apparently named Slash turned from an animal to a human. A werewolf. Some animal parts still attached but fading; ears, fur - now body hair, but not everywhere - a tail that seemed to be retracting back into his body. He had gorgeous abs, soft brown skin and luscious curly hair that covered his face a bit. And with your eyes scanning his body you noticed no clothes and immediately looked away. “I don’t have- sorry-“ Slash protested but then apologised to you, “ I don’t have fleas you nocturnal prick.” He continued his protest. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cover up mutt.” The vampire rolled his eyes and tossed Slash a pair of underwear and pants. He quickly put them on and turned to you. “Sorry for scaring you in the beginning. I thought you were Izzy.” He said as he put his hands on your shoulders. The vampire’s name was Izzy. “What are you doing out here anyway?” Izzy butted in. “Yeah it’s dangerous, there are other creatures out here that aren’t that friendly.” Slash said.

You had explained to them that you were chased from your small heavily religious and traditional town that was close by, because they thought you were some sort of witch or demon, for many silly and miscommunicated reasons. You ran to the forest knowing no one would follow you in. Slash and Izzy were nice enough to be sympathetic to your story and allow you to stay at their place. An abandoned cottage, you were thinking more of a manor or castle as there are many stories about vampires living in such places.

As you got more comfortable in being with magical strangers you were encouraged by them to ask questions on what the towns people think is real about them. It was a real laugh but some a bit more dark, Izzy did drink blood, Slash does prey on animals like a wolf and once or twice a human that annoyed him. But assured you they had their fill today. You then asked about the cottage and why they don’t live in an abandoned manor, and adding that question of rivalry between the two groups. They explained that they were a bit exiled as well, they became friends when they were young and saw no problem of the two groups mingling but each clan kicked them out and now hate them.

You slept in Izzys bed that night as he slept through out the day, Slash slept in his bed which was next to Izzys, but in the middle of the night turned Were and slept by your feet taking in some of your human body heat.

The next morning you discussed with them about finding a nearby town to settle back down in, but they insisted that you stayed with then for a while as it was the start of a complicated season of moon for both Werewolfs and Vampires alike, and if other members of the clans found you in their forest it wouldn’t end well.

About 3 weeks into the season, and you were comfortable with Izzy and Slash, not seeing them any different your average human, sure they were different but it didn’t freak you out as much as when you first met them. You liked them. Sure they had their annoying moments like; Izzy reading your mind and giggling at you when ever he pleased, or Slash which took most of the bed space when you allowed him to lie down by you. But again you liked them, maybe a bit too much, you tried to get your sinful thoughts of them out your head before Izzy had the chance to randomly infiltrate your mind and see your deepest feelings. The thoughts became worse when they dropped an small flirt here and there. You didn’t know what to do and it was getting you nervous as now was the blood moon week and meaning they both stay inside 24/7.

Evening fell and a red ball which was the moon rose to the sky. All of you sat on the couch watching the window from a far. Izzy began to sweat, trying to hold something in, picking at his lace collar, holding it from his skin to get cool air in, especially on the bite marks on his neck. Slash began to scratch, but hard. Itching everywhere, taking his one hand and transforming it into a claw just to try scratch it right. You were worried for them, asking them if they were okay and what was happening. “Just go upstairs…” Izzy stuttered out as he scratched his bite marks. “But-“ “Go.” His tone changed to irritation and anger, eyes flashed a red warning. You didn’t retaliate and went upstairs swiftly. Closing the door and sitting on Izzy’s bed, knees up, your chin on them, gazing out the red scenery of the misty forest. Now 30 minutes later of lazy boredom your mind wandered to Izzys change of tone, dark laced with anger. Making your heartbeat faster thinking about it, and your thoughts going down a darker lustful root, thinking of him calling you horrific names while he- and your thoughts continued, soon also turning to Slash, thinking of his pleading eyes, as he wanted you to touch him, sick dirty thoughts infiltrated you head again. You never thought of them this heatedly, you were slightly embarrassed. Looking back out to the moon again. That might be a reason for your change as-well.

Soon you heard the door creak open slowly, your gaze traveling along the wooden floor to the door, as the door opened by itself, revealing Slash and Izzy.

Izzys shirt was half way unbuttoned, scratch marks and sweat dripping down his chest, the same with Slash but it seemed like he grew another foot tall, maybe double the size of Izzy, making his pants tighter against his legs, which made your eyes travel and reveal an aching hard on. That just made you soaked to the core. “I saw some… interesting things that came to mind, wouldn’t you say so too?” Izzy chimed. Fuck. Izzys senses where heightened to the max this week, meaning he could read minds of people in other rooms. You blushed hard, embarrassed. You swallowed hard, both of then inching closer to you. “We can make those dreams a reality.” Slash told you as he came behind you sitting on the bed, his now larger body engulfing you as his hands held your hips. Kissing your neck as he spoke in lust. Izzy sat in-front of you, his eyes glowing another red flash. Infiltrating your mind, but now you could feel his emotions. A fiery lust, an animalistic need. But a hard desire and want. For you. To fuck you. To eat you. Suck all the life from your veins. Your mind became foggy from his long search through your private thoughts. You were now filled with the same lust and desire that they were feelings. You felt a tingling sensation on your skin, wanting to rip it out. An even stronger feeling was making your pussy soaked. Slash’s big hand began to wander to your shorts. Landing on your thighs, giving a rough squeeze, his fingers on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your core. Your knees still up, Izzy put his head on your knees, looking at you from under his brows. His eyes flashing another red, reading your sinful thoughts, mostly about what you wanted Slash’s hand to do to you.

“Mmm… Slash, I think she wants something from you.” Izzy said smugly, and with one look yours were roughly spread open by an invisible force. Slash’s hand grazed your clothed pussy, his whole hand was now bigger than your crotch and it made you weak thinking if the unspeakable things his large fingers could do. A sharp claw like nail tract from his previous shorter nails. With one swift movement your shorts were split ripped off, and ripped to shreds, the fabric scattering on the bed. Now the sharp nail resting on your panties, digging a small hole in the fabric, you could feel it against your wet folds. Another quick motion and your panties were off and in pieces, and not one nick on your pussy. He retracted the nail and his fingers now exploring your soaking cunt. Izzy on the other hand began to take your shirt off for you, not in a traditional way. His eyes flashed another red and like a lit match to paper your shirt disintegrated, not one fluff of fabric was left. But he gently let his invisible powers unclasp your bra and let it fall to the side. “ My precious moon…” Slash whispered as he sloppy kissed your neck, his canines making brief contact with your skin making you shiver. His one finger began to enter your pleading pussy. It was big, almost not enough space to add another, but soon after you settled on his finger he added another one, stretching you out. You moaned, falling back onto Slash’s chest. Izzy taking the opportunity to crawl between your legs and kiss you from your tits to your neck. A low groan cane from his lips as they grazed over your neck, just wanting to dig his fangs into you and leave you whining his name as he sucked your life away.

“Sunshine… can I?” He groaned against your exposed neck. You nodded hesitantly, waiting for the stinging injection. The sharp tips of his fangs pierced your skin, making you hiss, soon it dug all the way through your veins and his mouth was no situated on your skin, skin and grunting as he tasted your sweet blood. Slash was pumping his fingers in and out of you as you moaned both their names through pain and pleasure. You felt yourself draw closer to your orgasm as both Izzy and Slash worked on your pussy, Slash fingering you and Izzy playing with your clit. Tears began to stream down your face from the pleasure and the howling pain you were feeling as Izzys sharp fangs were still lodged in the side of your neck. Slash whined like a dog as you felt his hard on on your lower back, his hips bucking against you to get friction. You thought about how his big cock probably wouldn’t even fit you, but god it made the pits of your stomach burn with desire. Blood dripped down your collarbone to your tits and then to your stomach and thighs, gushing out of the two bite marks like a waterfall. You were getting light headed, from loss of blood and of your orgasm coming near. Slash did a few more slams against your g spot, feeling you clench around him and finally cumming all over his big fingers. You sighed as you came down from your electrical high. Izzy taking his fangs out of you the same time Slash took out his fingers. Slash took his fingers and licked them softly groaning to himself as he tasted your cum. “Fuck… you taste so good.” He sighed.

Izzy’s mouth dripped with your blood, quickly wiping of the excess he had to get another kind of taste of you. You moaned and your hands flung to his dark head of hair, tugging as he licked through your folds. Groaning as he tasted you on his tongue, both your blood and cum. He cleaned up your wetness, devouring ever single drop, whilst you moaned out at his actions and how his fangs were so close to cutting you. “So fucking good…” Izzy agreed with Slash as his mouth detached to your aching pussy. You whined at the loss of friction and pleasure. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fill you up real good…” Slash said lowly in your ear, feeling his big cock against your back. You mind wandered to the endless things he could do to you with his now bigger stronger body. “I see… only thinking of the little mutt are we? Well thats not fair is it… I’m the one that marked you as mine.” Izzy spoke, his last line directed at the two fang marks on your neck. You were willing to do anything for him, you being his or not. “Do what you’re thinking of sunshine.” Izzy said with a smirk, his hard on getting more visible as he read your thoughts. He sat back on the bed in front of you, his elbows perching him up as he laid back. You lead forward, now away from Slash’s torso, leaning down and arching your ass in the air like a cat. Your hands going over his clothed thighs, soon unbuttoning his jeans, his hard on now deliciously close to your mouth, under his boxers, you took them off too and watched as his dick sprung out of its retrains. Dripping with precum. You looked him in the eyes as you licked up and took his tip in your mouth. He groaned, his head flung back in ecstasy.

You felt a something press against you ass while you were taking Izzy’s big dick in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the side as far as they could to see what it was. Slash. Only in his underwear, his enormous boner pressing against your soft ass cheeks. You moaned a nod, telling him he could do what he wanted. Taking off his underwear, positioned behind you. So certain it wouldn’t fit, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to fuck you to shreds with this new growth of his. He slowly entered you, only the head, you already felt filled. You moaned against Izzy’s cock. Izzy taking you by the hair and pushing you down gently, making your body feel on fire as you heard Izzys soft erotic groans as you pleased him with your mouth and tongue. You whimper against him, holding onto his thighs as Slash pushed deeper into you. It hurt like hell but god was it hot. You felt like he was reaching all the way to your throat, you were filled to brim with Izzy that was already down your throat. After you got comfortable with his huge cock in you, he started to thrust in and out of you. Moaning hard on Izzy dick making him groan and tug at your hair.

Slash’s thrusts got faster and harder, making your whole body move and shake, the bed squeaking and skin slapping. His one hand parted from your hip and with a flick of the wrist, nails turned to claws and he scratched his side, drawing blood, dripping and staining the sharp ends with his scarlet blood. Then swiftly going to claw at your back, harder than he did with himself, your blood starting to run, his that was on his nails fused with yours in your new wounds. A strong burn erupted your senses as his blood dripped into your veins. Marking you as his, just like Izzy. Another sweeter and stronger feeling erupted as Izzy spilled into your mouth and down your throat. “Swallow baby.” He said through pants. You did just that. “ Good girl.” He praised. Soon you and Slash felt the same feeling as his thrusts got sloppy but harder and he moaned, cumming into your clenching hole and you cumming over his dick, your sweet fluids fusing as-well.

“Ours.” The word that rang in your ears.

You were Izzy’s s Sun

You were Slash’s Moon

Both weaknesses, but intertwined with their souls

A/n: idk what to write at the end so theres some horrid poetry i guess

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gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy · 4 months ago

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I GOT A NEW HEADCANON REGARDING DAGDA AND IZANAMI’S RELATIONSHIP HOLY SHIT LEMME COOK

I always felt like Izanami would love dolls, and would collect dolls as a hobby, aside from her usual work. She’d specifically collect dolls that look old, beat up, and abandoned. (Any kind, porcelain, rag, anything of the time that stood out to her.)

Ironic, considering who she’ll end up with in this freaky apartment complex (spoilers!!! It’s a scarecrow.)

(Est. 1950)

She probably was first assigned F3R4 some time in the middle of (what would be considered) the day, and mistook Dagda (who i headcanon to be semi-nocturnal, AND a heavy sleeper) to be a doll. The ragged appearance, and pitiful solidarity of this ‘doll’ caught her eye, so she grouped it in with all her other aforementioned dolls, introducing a new member of her little collection

she’d put him places, like on shelves or on her bed, not thinking much of him. Until stuff started happening in and out of the astral circle.

Ex. Crows appearing in her room (he has a lot of pet crows), the ‘doll’ disappearing from the spots she puts him, the ‘doll’ changing places w/ other dolls, misplaced objects in specific areas, etc.

Meanwhile, the ‘doll’, otherwise known as Dagda is FULLY AWARE OF IZZY’S EXISTENCE, but plays along with her obliviousness, just because he’s been bored and lonely in the same room for ages, and just wants someone to play around with (even if it’s just for a little bit, even if it’s just for the rest of eternity).

All up until she started getting phone calls regarding this “Dagda” guy’s presence (who she has absolutely no idea of his existence atp), assuming it’s the wrong apartment they’re calling. It went vice-versa, with the doorman calling …*someone* in regards to Izanami, odd, considering she believes she lives alone.

And them boom. One day, an unassuming Izanami just so happened to awaken her ‘doll’, presumably when she was about to go to sleep herself, and accidentally pushed her doll off the bed.

Izanami finally discovered Dagda was INDEED that same lonely doll that she discovered in her room, the same “Dagda” guy that the doorman has been calling her about, and the same force that started misplacing stuff around her room. she went fucking cuckoo once she put two and two together. And she let the Astral Circle and its inhabitants know that.

(She had a SUPER stern talking with Zoth and Chaugnar, who first assigned her apartment to her, without any prior knowledge or warnings of a roomate, considering she was expecting to live in her apartment, solo.)

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As of current (Feb 1955, i guess) though? They’ve been great! Despite being polar opposites and all, they occasionally look back on the bizzare way they met and just laugh about it..i love these two sm brooooooOooo!!!! Kicking my feet and giggling about them

Thank you for listening to my Ted Gabby Talk. Buh bye for noww

#thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor nightmare mode #tnmn nightmare mode #nightmare mode #dagda crom cruach #tnmn #that’s not my neighbor #tnmn headcanon #thats not my neighbor headcanon #izanami yomi #backstory headcanon

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still-gathering-roses · 5 months ago

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Nocturnal Summer Izzy saved the day tonight and has been thoroughly vindicated, guess who just picked up Mom from a super delayed flight at the airport (and drove her friend home too) and is not even the littlest bit eepy ✌🏼😎 I'm in my element here, i'm thriving, enjoy your full night of sleep Dad 'cause you all can never mock me for waking up at 3pm again

#izzy speaks #it's 4:47am but i have stayed up past 5 three nights already this week #do your absolute worst air traffic control YOUR DELAYS MEAN NOTHING TO ME #(i kid. living like this is not ideal for me but it is incredibly gratifying to have my bad habit suddenly become a situational lifesaver)

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bookishjules · 1 year ago

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sizzy slut! analysis, am begging <3

the song -> "slut!"

first of all, the contents of this song in contrast to its title perfectly reflect discrepancy between the confident, somewhat promiscuous, untouchable isabelle our girl presents herself as and the softer, more romantic, and even at times insecure izzy that simon knows her to be.

additionally, "slut" is most often used with an amount of disdain and disgust by people who don't approve of the sexual habits of a woman. as a shadowhunter, any time isabelle pursues a relationship with a downworlder, she no doubt receives looks and comments that express such distaste. we don't know for sure if she was with any mundanes before simon, but there's no doubt she would have received an equal, if not worse, response. a not small reason izzy does pursue these kinds of relationships is because of the shock value, but we see how, in dating simon, it became more than just about choosing him because he was someone her father wouldn't approve of, tho that fact remains the same. it's very much in line with the idea of this love and this relationship being hidden beneath a label given by people who don't understand the half of it.

now, for the lyrics themselves..

Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard Clink, clink, being this young is art

these lines are giving so much personality in the casually unapologetic way that isabelle goes about life. and the "clink, clink" line, especially given its position at the beginning of the song, makes me think of magnus's party in cob. just vibes all around. dancing and probably kissing and accidentally being turned into an actual rat? art.

Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool

the first line here uses two words that call to other sizzy-coded taylor songs. "moonlit" -> glitch's "blood moonlit" and "swimming pool" -> paper rings' "icy outdoor pool." there's this idea here of jumping in no matter the consequences, of seeking each other out in the night, which they do on multiple occasions. and of course, there's simon's nocturnal nature as a vampire. when you think of swimming, too, there's this idea of weightlessness, that's tied by the time or season to privacy as well. i've always seen simon and isabelle as being these very buoying sources in each other's lives. and maybe that's just relationships in general, but we see this recurring theme of them being the only ones who can talk to the other in hard moments. it's in cog after max dies, and in lbotw much later on. this, of course, ties into the next line.

What if all I need is you?

there are so many ways this question can be asked. introspective, accusatory, pleading, fearful.. it makes me think of the thoughts that must have been going through izzy's mind before she showed up at simon and jordan's apartment in cols, of the conversations simon has with himself when he's trying to figure out if he loves her (both in tmi and tfsa). with the push-and-pull nature of their relationship, with izzy's fears and simon's inexperience.. there's no way this question, or similar ones, didn't often filter through their heads.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head

if we take this to indicate a level of overconfidence, it fits well with simon in cofa, thinking he could continuously date two girls in the same friend group. it could also be something like the dizziness of a headrush, or like the high after drinking someone's blood, or having your own blood drunk? especially if you're attracted to that someone.. which of course calls straight to cols. there's also the idea of love going to someone's head in a spiraling about said love feelings way and/or taking them to Rational Jail, where they will be dissected. the way izzy does this push-and-pull with simon throughout the series is really an outward representation of what's going on in her head, as she starts to have these feelings and then tries to find someway around that weakness by sending them to her head rather than being confident with her heart.

Got lovesick all over my bed

again we have this image of izzy coming to terms with her feels for simon. i imagine her laying in bed wishing he was there and wanting to throw up because who is she?? and the first time she does reach out for him and tell him to come to her while she's in bed, she's drunk, which can, of course, lead to sickness (honestly i wouldn't be surprised if she actually did throw up some time between leaving simon's apartment and him arriving at magnus's, considering how much she'd drunk and how quickly)

Love to think you’ll never forget Handprints in wet cement

there's something so new and fresh and tentative about the metaphorical handprints being in wet cement, rather than cement that has already dried to form their shape. there's the possibility that someone will come and screw it up, that they won't be able to hold onto this time together. izzy herself is unforgettable; she's a force of nature. simon, on the other hand, may very well believe himself to be so, and i bet izzy wanted him to be forgettable after she found out about him and maia. but he wasn't. even so, as they press their palms into the wet cement, they know there's a waiting period, this "are we permanent?" question that perpetuates.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes Lovelorn and nobody knows

i imagine this as isabelle attending simon's shows, watching from the shadows, the smoke from other people's cigarettes getting on her, and she's just looking at him, a total goner. but no one there is gonna notice--she's too good at hiding her more vulnerable side for that. this could work in the cofa era, but also post-edom, when she may have gone to his concerts just to see him.

Love thorns all over this rose I'll pay the price, you won't

calling back what i said about the title, this could be referencing the idea that izzy is gonna be the one looked at negatively for dating simon, rather than the other way around, though simon does receive plenty of teasing for having so much love for his shadowhunters. i think more likely is the internal struggle i've mentioned before. there are love thorns that have grown around isabelle's rose.. because of her history with love, because of her parents.. and i think to a certain extent, she feels it would be a bigger price for her to pursue simon than the other way around. it hurts to hold her heart out to him in a way simon himself is unfamiliar with.

But if I’m all dressed up They might as well be lookin' at us

this line is so isabelle. just, like, the essence of her. she's always dressed up, and she has no problem with being the center of attention. so of course she'll be confident and proud and let people see her and simon together, even when she's not wholly sure of where her heart lies.

And if they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once

see my initial rant about the title. i do think there's a little more here too, though, with the "might be worth it." might be worth izzy giving her heart up for realsies. might be worth taking their time.

And if I'm gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love

the fact that two very big moments in sizzy's relationship happened while one of them was drunk just makes this line that much sweeter. izzy drinking too much because she's coming to the realization that she really really likes simon, that night ending with them sleeping in the same bed together for the first time, and then simon calling up to isabelle while intoxicated and telling her he loves her for the first time. so it's not just drunk in love, but drunk and in love.

Send the code, he's waitin' there The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

as i said before, there's a recurring set up with sizzy where one comes to the other's aid or comfort, where they just know what the other needs. it's this idea of understanding the code the other is sending. beyond that, though, there's also something like a code in the name of simon's band in the epilogue of cohf. i just think of izzy looking down at the flyer, reading "the mortal instruments," then looking up at magnus, and then across the way, where simon is waiting in front of his school.. and the sense of hope and relief and anticipation that would have come over her. and maybe it's more prescriptive, but i do think there's a level of time-stoppage in those moments, of being careful where to step or else everything will come crashing down and she'll be left with the heart-breaking force of the previous six months slamming into her once again.

Everyone wants him, that was my crime The wrong place at the right time

yes, we can relate this to maia wanting simon as well in cofa, but i think it would be remiss not to mention the amount of people who want him for other reasons--raphael, camille, maureen, etc.--a vampire, a daylighter, bearer of the mark of cain.. immortal. asmodeus wanted his immortality. and simon gave it and his memories. i think when considering this a "crime," it would have been, to izzy, a crime against her herself, against her image, an infiltration of the walls she's built up. she put her heart on the line, put her faith in simon, not once, but twice--something she would chide herself for when the smoke cleared after edom

And I break down, then he's pullin' me in In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

it's the way simon can tell when she's breaking down, knows to be there for her when others would have just let her seclude herself or bear whatever weight silently. and he might have been a boy when they started off, but he also has a lot of gentlemanly qualities. he respects izzy. he appreciates her. he thinks she's beautiful in a way that goes deeper than the curves of her body. and izzy has dated enough boys to know the way simon sees her, the way he treats her, is something special.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head (Straight to my head) Got lovesick all over my bed (Over my bed) Love to think you’ll never forget We’ll pay the price, I guess

i know this is mostly a repeated line, but i want to reframe it in the context of simon actually losing his memories. the resignation in "i guess," and the recognition that they're both paying the price. simon has to forget. and izzy has to remember. and this time when izzy is love-struck, it's a headache, a pain that would leave her caught up in memories and what-ifs. and then the sickness comes. for simon, it's the absence of these memories that leaves him spinning. why does he feel the spot where love should be without knowing what it should be filled with?

Half asleep Takin’ your time in the tangerine Neon light, this is luxury

this makes me think a lot of their first time in angels twice descending when they have the whole night to just be with each other. there isn't a war going on, no danger right around the corner. they've fallen together again and they can finally take the time to appreciate that. it's a luxury, because it's something, during those first six months after edom, izzy would have thought was something they would never get to experience together at all. if we wind it back a bit, this also makes me think of the nights in magnus's apartment, when taking their time meant more.. in the grand scheme of their relationship. they were falling back into step still, after the fallout of cofa, and it was a luxury just to spend the night wrapped in each other's arms.

You're not sayin' you're in love with me But you're goin' to

because of the time sizzy did take to get on their feet as a bona fide couple, and because of izzy's realtionship with love, these words hold.. a lot of weight. there's a sense of expectancy here, an understanding from simon that isabelle is in love with him even though she can't quite say it yet. but there's also something cheeky about it, like izzy knows it's only a matter of time before simon says he's in love with her, because how couldn't be be?

Half awake Takin' your chance, it's a big mistake I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face" I'm not sayin', "Do it anyway" (Do it anyway) But you're going to

i can see isabelle having a conversation like this with herself. it's a mistake to keep hanging out with simon because she can feel him sneaking under her defenses. but that's not going to stop her. but there's also "you're a heartbreaker, isabelle lightwood." simon knows he's taking a risk by giving his whole heart to izzy. he's been told multiple times she would walk all over him or that she would break his heart, but again, he doesn't let that stop him. because he does love her. consequences be damned

#you asked for it ;)#sizzy #slut!#lyric analysis #becca 😎#asks #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #tmi #tsc #taylor swift #1989 tv

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sxyphen · 11 months ago

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soooo I made some morphology's and outfits for td charcters, here’s what I have so far (warning, this is gonna be long)

Gwen: outfit (Female Pearlcatcher; teal Jupiter, obsidian Basic, and emerald Basic) This is one of my personal favorites, it's simple but it works really well, but you'll see the morphologies and outfits get more complicated soooo

Courtney: outfit (Female Coatl; sand Cherub, camo Constellation, and wisteria Basic) Another favorite, she just looks pretty :3

Duncan: outfit (Male Bogsneak, eldritch Cinder, fern Blaze, and flaxen Basic) Silly little eepy guy, I feel like this is probably the most accurate dragon of any td character i've made. not much to say about him tho

Alejandro: outfit (Male Imperial; coral Python, maroon Shimmer, and blood Smoke) This is actually a dragon that I have, you can check him out here, but it actually took a couple tries to get an outfit that I think works with him lol

Bridgette: outfit (Female Skydancer; caribbean Lionfish, sanddollar Shimmer, and cobalt Okapi) nothing much to say other than, pretty :3

Geoff: outfit (Male Pearlcatcher; magenta Clown, ivory Butterfly, and strawberry Spines) same with Bridgette, I wanted them to be matching, cause, y'know. they kiss :<, but I honestly prefer this one over Bridgette (the outfit, not the morphology)

Harold: outfit (Male Ridgeback; periwinkle Skink, orange Hex, and fern Stained) I'm really happy with how this came out, even if it took a couple redos lol, and the steampunk apparel works with Harold's, vibe

ok for some stupid reason I can't put the pictures of Beth, Justin, Katie and Sadie [im on pc], so I'm just going to link the morphologies here: Beth (Female Aether; ivory Candy, magenta Butterfly, and shamrock Wish), Justin (Male Aether; bronze Boa, hunter Daub, and overcast Flutter), Katie and Sadie (Female Aberration; brown Pinstripe, ivory Flair, and cottoncandy Koi)

Ezekiel: outfit (Male Wildclaw; algae Pinstripe, soil Patchwork, and stonewash Veined) My favorite tbh, can't really explain why it just, ✨does✨

Feral Ezekiel: outfit (Male Mirror; fern Stiched, camo Patchwork, and cobalt Ghost) yeah, i made the eepy. i changed the breed cause 1) it reflects how ezekiel changed after his mutation, and 2) Male Wildclaw's position(?) isn't creaturey enough

Leshawna: outfit (Female Obelisk; ginger Falcon, obsidian Rosette, and cerise Contour) Nothing much to say about this one tbh, she looks real pretty tho :D

Owen: outfit (Male Snapper; metals Ground, marigold Safari, and teal Koi) I like this one, it's simple but unfortunately i couldn't find anything to represent his maple leaf :(

Cody: outfit (Male Coatl; gold Swirl, twilight Fissure, and copper Contour) i'm honestly not happy with this one, specifically the outfit. might redo this one later, and remove all the autumn stuff

DJ: outfit (Male Tundra; camo Python, brown Constellation, and dust Runes) lookie, is my boy :3333333333

Izzy: outfit (Female Mirror; sunshine Clown, pear Eye Spots, and avocado Gembond) really happy with this one, it fits her well and gives off her craziness :>

Sierra: outfit (Female Spiral; jade Clown, mulberry Hypnotic, and blackberry Opal) i'm very lucky to have found the apparel that i did for her, cause if i didn't, i have no idea what outfit to have given her ;-; but yeah she pretty

Eva: outfit (Female Snapper; cobalt Falcon, sapphire Peregrine, and obsidian Spines) big buff lady :D

Tyler: outfit (Male Ridgeback; cherry Jupiter, sable Eel, and white Basic) A fan of this one, and the Love's Herald was a gift from Lindsay. and now thinking about it, i might wanna make some lore for this. it's a big maybe though

Lindsay: outfit (Female Fae; garnet Flaunt, honey Jester, and cornflower Scales) i don't know how to feel abt this one, not a fan of it. and also will probably redo the outfit. the morphology i can live with.

Noah: outfit (Male Nocturne; brown Jupiter, pthalo Safari, and crimson Underbelly) another favorite, it gives off very Noah vibes lol (and i just realized that he shares a gene with Owen. so do with that information as you will)

Trent: outfit (Male Skydancer; algae Viperia, forest Eel, and obsidian Koi) I love this one, gives off very bard/guitarist kinda vibes. and if there was lore, i imagine trent would be a nomad entertainer, playing in small towns and cities, and maybe at a bar or two

Chris: outfit (Male Fae; forest Falcon, teal Myrid, and obsidian Smoke) look, it's him, the guy!!!!/j but in all seriousness, this is literally just him. entitled little short king who slays (i also have one for Chef, but it's yucky :,<)

i had one for Heather, but I deleted the outfit for her, which was of a dragon that i already sold, soooooooo i'm just gonna make a new one for her :3 also thank you for reading this long ass post (if you actually did), it means a lot to me :3

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scrivellc · 1 year ago

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@indestructiblelittlefxcker cont'd from HERE

“In my defense, who among us has not assumed a surprise nocturnal mutilation was an attempt to rekindle an old flame? Could happen to anyone, really.” Izzy sat back, crossing his prosthetic leg over his lap. The extent to which his body was actually extant in this state was still unknown to him, but he could still move it, so he did.

Orin wrinkled his nose, knowing full well that he was hardly innocent when it came to relationship transgressions, but he'd never removed someone's body parts before. And this guy had taken as some kind of romantic gesture?? He knew that masochists could be a wild bunch, real fuckin' weirdos, but this guy certainly took that cake. "I'm gonna be real fucking honest with you, man....that is something that has absolutely never happened to another person in the history of the world."

#(I gotta think of a tag for pirate!Orin.....)#(Later....)#indestructablelittlefxcker #(At the Office) IC

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huariqueje · 2 days ago

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Ridgewood Roof - Izzy Barber , 2020.

American , b. 1990 -

Oil on canvas , 18 x 18 in.

#Izzy Barber #american artist #village nocturne #Ridgewood #Bergen County

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words-with-wren · 6 months ago

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@chrumblr-whumblr Day Fifteen: Memory Loss

Fandom: Original work (secret of Brightwater) One day I shall figure out a plot for this story.

Word count: 700ish

Izzy sat at the edge of the camp. It was a quiet night, the evening bustle of the camp having settled into the slow comfort of nighttime. She could hear the soft pops of the dying fire not far away, as well as soft noises from the nocturnal animals in the trees surrounding them.

Above, the stars glowed in a powerful light, casting the world in a strange, unearthly glow. The mood was just visible, peering over the tops of the trees and Izzy stared at it for a long time. It had shone in the sky for as long as she could remember, but every time she saw it she felt a strange awe, like it wasn’t something she was used to seeing.

As long as she could remember wasn’t really an impressive feat anyway.

Tonight was a good night, at least--she was pretty sure it was. When you can’t remember one day to the next reliable, it was hard to tell what was good and what wasn’t. But she remembered a lot. She remembered her name, she remembered why she was at this camp. She remembered that she often forgot.

None of that was sure. So she would take the good and enjoy it.

She was writing in her notebook, capturing the quiet evening while she could. Maybe tomorrow she would wake and this whole night would be gone, never to return. Best hold onto it while she could.

Someone moved behind her and Izzy jerked her head up, glancing behind her. A shadow moved across the ground between her and the fire.

“Hello?” she called softly.

“Oh. Izzy.” It was Estella, slipping through the quiet camp. She shifted her route and moved to stand beside the log Izzy was seated on. “I didn’t see you there.”

Izzy hummed, adding the note to her book. Estella joined me. I don’t know much about her yet, and I don’t think I ever have.

“What are you doing wandering around so late?” Izzy asked.

“Bathroom,” Estella said with a long sigh. “I was trying to find my way back to my tent.”

Izzy nodded. Then she shifted slightly to one side, as though making room on the log, even though there was plenty. An invitation. Estella accepted it, taking a seat beside her.

“Is it always so… rough,” Estella said with a sigh, running her hand through her hair. With a sidelong glance, Izzy could see it was lose but lightly curled. Well kept for. Her own hair was kept short, and was unmanageable enough as it was.

“I’m not really the best person to ask about that,” Izzy said dryly. “But from my memory, yeah. That’s part of what you signed up for.”

Estella sighed, a long, drawn out sigh. Izzy hid a smile.

“How long have you been here?” she asked after a moment.

“I’m not sure,” Izzy admitted. While it was a good day, there were still…gaps. There always would be, she supposed. Always gaps about what happened before, how she ended up lying on the side of the road with no memories.

Gaps about her childhood, about how she had come to be here, about who…

“You’re not sure?” Estella asked.

Izzy nodded.

“My…my memory comes and goes.” She waved a hand, pen still in it. “Gets frustrating.”

“Oh. I imagine so,” Estella said. Izzy hid a grim smile, unsure if anyone could imagine what it was like to be unable to rely on your own memory.

“Makes it hard to hold onto anything.” Usually, she would open up so much so quickly. Especially not to someone she hadn’t written about in her book. But there was something about the moon-lit air that made it easier to speak.

Maybe tomorrow she’d have forgotten about this conversation altogether.

“Sometimes I wish I could forget some things,” Estella said softly. Izzy glanced sideways at her, trying to remember exactly when she had joined the group. Recently, she knew. She was a friend of Ronan’s. From his past.

It wasn’t coming, and she knew trying to force the memory wouldn’t help. If she even actually knew to begin with.

“Everyone wants what they don’t have,” she said. Estella hummed quickly, and the two of them sat together in companionable silence as the night drew on.

#wren writes #oc: izzy #oc: estella #secret of brightwater #chrumblr whumblr challenge

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caineyouseeme · 7 months ago

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Vampire Izzy P2

(TW: blood, domestic violence, mention of past violence, sexual content, language)

They had tried to keep things ‘professional’ after than. Tried, being the optimal word. They’d made it all of 30 minutes. Izzy had been sitting at what Stede called a “respectable distance” drinking from his wrist.

Izzy had pointed out that it would hurt more and be less effective that way, but then Stede had started talking about something called a ‘human resource department’ and Izzy figured a little nerve damage was worth shutting him up.

And maybe Izzy didn’t HAVE to be on his knees for it and maybe he didn’t have to lick (read: suck) Stede’s fingers clean, but he had and next thing either of them knew, Izzy was flat on his back with Stede grinning from between his knees.

Now, nearly a month after their first time, they’d dropped the pretenses. Mostly. The crew had figured things out almost immediately and they knew denying it would only make the speculations worse, so they didn’t. With one exception, of course.

Ed had come back once in that time. He’d appeared just before dinner, strolling in with a story about how he’d become a bartender until he accidentally poisoned a customer and Jackie banned him for six months.

Things had felt normal at first, like they always did, and then Ed became restless, like he always did, and within another day he was gone.

Izzy told himself Ed didn’t need to know about… whatever this was, that he didn’t care who Izzy fucked, that he wouldn’t stick around long enough to do anything about it even if he did. Izzy didn’t bother asking him for blood anymore. It’d been months since Izzy had drank from him directly, and even then, Ed had made him beg.

Izzy knew he should have just drunk from someone, anyone, else. Ed already thought he did. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even with his leg half blown off and his blood staining the deck, he’d refused anyone but Edward.

More and more of the awful little jars appeared after that. He told himself it didn’t matter, it was still Ed’s, but he could taste the difference. He wondered just how many men Ed had killed to keep Izzy’s fangs from his neck. Eventually, the jars had stopped too.

Stede had likewise found he cared less and less each time Edward disappeared. Perhaps because he was getting used to Ed’s flights of fancy or because he’d become accustomed to the feel of Izzy in his arms. He’d even shifted to Izzy’s nocturnal schedule most days, ensuring they spent as much time in bed as possible. Not that they did much sleeping.

As it turned out, most of the things Stede had heard about Izzy’s kind were myths. He couldn’t fly or transform, nor did he have any reticence near water. Izzy had openly mocked him when he asked about that one, gesturing to the ocean around them with exasperation.

He was stronger than a human though, and he could see for miles in the dark. He could also go outside in the daylight, but was nocturnal and would be unimaginably irritable during the day. Which was saying something, considering how irritable he could be at night.

He also didn’t seem to need much blood, less than a pint every few days unless he was injured. Though Izzy had shared he could push it to a month if he had to. When asked how often he’d had to do that, Izzy hadn’t answered and Stede didn’t press the issue.

“You look so lovely,” Stede murmured, brushing a dark curl from Izzy’s forehead. It was just past dawn and the golden light illuminating their naked forms made everything feel like a dream.

“That’s just the blood loss talking,” Izzy teased, kissing a freckle on Stede’s inner thigh. There were small white dots on either side of it now from where Izzy’s fangs had been.

“And whose fault is that?” Stede laughed.

Izzy leaned his head against the place he’d kissed and eyed the stiff member only a few inches from his face. He ran a finger down its length, savoring the way Stede’s cock twitched when he brushed over the sensitive head. “Looks like I left you enough where it counts.”

“Mmmm, perhaps you should double check,” Stede hummed, sliding his fingers through Izzy’s hair, pulling it a little at the roots. Izzy leaned into the touch, letting himself be led forward.

He propped himself on one arm between Stede’s legs as he leaned in, flicking his tongue over Stede’s tip. They’d already gone once that morning and Izzy could taste himself there. He let the memory play through his head as he sank down, swallowing Stede’s length.

“What a good first mate I have. Taking such good care of your captain,” Stede groaned, hips giving small shuttering thrusts.

Izzy moaned, the sound muffled. He slid his free hand down to his cunt, teasing his over sensitive cock. As it turned out, Stede’s natural proclivity for positive reinforcement suited Izzy much better when they were naked than when Stede was “undermining my authority you twat!”

“Come here pet, let me take care of you,” stede cooed.

Izzy slid off with a loud POP. He grinned. “Didn’t get enough earlier?”

“Never.”

How strange it was that an un-beating heart could still stutter. He told himself Stede didn’t mean it, that this was just his idea of dirty talk, but Izzy couldn’t help the way it made him feel.

He crept carefully over Stede until he was straddling his chin. As it turned out, Stede’s mouth was good for more than just getting on Izzy’s nerves. Stede gripped his hips, positioning Izzy over his eager tongue. Izzy braced his hands against the wall of the bed nook as he began giving little thrusts.

“Fu—ah—there!” The headboard banged carelessly against the wall. They knew the crew would hear, but there was enough fucking going on at any time on the ship that it usually went unquestioned.

Izzy felt Stede’s hand move to his cock and he moaned, voice vibrating against Izzy’s cunt. Izzy thrust against the captain’s tongue, eyes fluttering shut.

He focused on the feel of Stede under him, the sound of the bed thumping against the wall. There was an especially loud crack of wood and Izzy wondered if they’d broken something. He wanted to ignore to, but it had sounded almost like…

Izzy’s eyes flew open as he felt a hand rap around his neck and then he was being thrown sideways onto the cold floor. He hit the ground hard, knocking the air from his lungs. He gasped, trying to take in a shuttering breath as the black boots before him came into focus. His stomach dropped. He would know that dark leather anywhere.

“Guess you didn’t miss me, Iz,” Ed spat and then those all too familiar boots collided with Izzy’s face.

Izzy knew his nose was broken. It wasn’t the first time after all. He curled in on himself. He wanted to reset it and make sure it healed straight, but he knew Ed would break it again if he did it now. It was always better to just let Ed get things out of his system.

That’s what Izzy told himself anyways, as he curled into a ball of naked flesh and blood on the floor.

“Edward! What the hell are you doing?!” Came Stede’s shriek as he half crawled, half fell off the bed to kneel in front of Izzy. Izzy curled inwards, making himself smaller. He didn’t understand what Stede was doing. Was this something they’d planned? Something to make it hurt more long after the physical wounds faded.

But then he heard Ed’s angry, “the fuck are you doing protecting this little leach?” and slowly, slower than he’d like to admit, Izzy realized Stede was protecting him.

‘Idiot’ Izzy thought. Ed’s violence didn’t matter when it was him. He wasn’t even human. He could take it. But Stede… Stede was all brittle bones and fragile skin (in Izzy’s opinion at least).

Izzy pushed himself up on shaking arms that had nothing to do with his injuries. It wasn’t the first time a crew member had tried to get between them when Ed was in one of his moods.

Izzy wished they wouldn’t. It never made things better, just made sure they got a public slap on the wrist while Izzy took the beating of his well… not life. He knew this time would be no different.

Even if Stede tried to help, he’d be in Edward’s good graces in a week and Izzy would be shoving his own teeth back in.

“Stay out of is Bonnet,” Izzy growled. “you’ll just make things worse for everyone.”

Stede shot him a surprised look that quickly turned to hurt.

Guilt ripped through Izzy, but he told himself it would be better in the long run. This is what he did, after all. This is how he kept them safe. It had to be.

Always the persistent one though, Stede pushed on. “I really have to protest Edward. This is completely unnecessary!”

“Oh, I get it, now that Iz is putting out, you’re best fucking boyfriends,” Ed retorted.

“Did you expect me to just wait around for you Edward?” Stede shot back, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced with a cold fury.

He pushed himself to his feet, pulling a sheet from the bed to wrap around his waist. “When you were gods knows where doing gods knows what with gods knows who?!

“You mean like when you fucked off back to your wife and kids?”

“You know that’s different! You know what happened to me. I wanted to be somewhere familiar, somewhere safe.”

“I’m supposed to be familiar. I’m supposed to be safe!” Ed practically screamed.

“Tell that to my fucking toes,” Izzy snarled.

The room fell deathly silent. Stede looked from Izzy to Edward, a look of growing horror on his face. “Ed, what’s he talking about?”

“He said stay the fuck out of it Stede,” Ed snapped, sneering down at Izzy with a look of pure hatred.

“Edward, I’m serious,” Stede insisted.

“It’s Izzy. He lies.” Ed’s voice had gone flat, rehearsed, like he was reciting lines.

“Look at me Ed!” Stede half screamed, stepping practically chest to chest with Ed.

Izzy had a moment of deep appreciation for Stede, brave, foolish Stede and then Stede was stumbling backwards as Ed’s palms collided with his chest. He managed to stay upright, but it was enough for Izzy. His vision went red around the edges and suddenly he was standing.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” Izzy growled, taking a step towards his former captain.

“Oh this is fucking rich,” Edward laughed, though there was no humor to the sound. “You really do just whore yourself out to the biggest dog in the junkyard, don’t you?”

Izzy didn’t react. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Walk away, Edward.”

Ed smiled cruelly. “You’re the big bad vampire, Iz. Why don’t you fucking make me.”

Izzy’s hands twitched at his side. It would be so easy. Another step, a slash, a bite and Blackbeard, the Kraken, would never hurt anyone again. But he couldn’t.

After everything they’d been through, everything they’d done… Izzy had done… he couldn’t kill Ed anymore than himself. Not that he hadn’t tried both.

But there was more than one way to tear a man’s heart from his chest.

A sickly-sweet grin spread across Izzy’s face. It was an unnatural thing and Ed leaned away minutely, his face falling.

“Alright Eddie. You win. You want to stay? Stay.”

Izzy stepped forward into Edward’s space. They stood there, inches apart, breathing each other in. Izzy watched as smug satisfaction spread across Ed’s face.

But the expression returned to a sneer when he heard the sound of loose gun powder hitting the floor. Izzy raised up Edward’s empty gun, pulled soundlessly from its holster. “Fool me once…” he breathed before tossing it uselessly onto the ground. He continued, pulling a knife from Ed’s belt and another from his boot, before tossing them both aside.

Ed’s expression grew more and more irritable as Izzy worked.

When satisfied Edward was disarmed, he turned and walked back to where Stede stood.

“Are you alright dear?” Stede breathed.

There was a loud scoff from behind Izzy, but they ignored it.

Izzy felt a strange sense of giddy relief. Stede seemed like such a fragile thing and yet here he was, worrying about Izzy.

Izzy trailed his gloved fingers along Stede’s cheeks. Stede leaned into the touch. “Takes more than that to hurt me,” Izzy said, dismissing the concern.

“Your foot…” Stede began, a conflicted mix of emotions crossing his face at he glanced over Izzy’s shoulder.

Izzy shook his head with a soft, “later.” He knew Stede had questions that needed to be answered, but it could wait.

Stede glanced downwards, a blush spreading across his cheeks despite the situation.

Izzy rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. “Prude.”

He allowed Stede to retrieve his nearest robe, a dark green one that Izzy was secretly rather fond of, and draped it around his naked form, guiding his hands through the sleeve as if Izzy was a child.

He felt a bit like one in Stede’s unnecessarily billowy robe. He didn’t complain though. The captains scent clung to it, surrounding and comforting Izzy. All the while he felt Ed’s presence at his back.

Stede flitted around the room for several minutes, giving Ed a large birth and avoiding his gaze. Ed didn’t move from beside the bed, eyes boring into the back of Izzy’s head.

Stede returned to stand in front of Izzy, now with a robe of his own, an obnoxious yellow thing, and a damp rag which he pressed to Izzy nose.

There was a slight ache, but it was minimal. He’s already shoved the cartilage back into place, which was the worst part in his opinion.

“There,” Stede said, pronouncing him satisfactory as he set the rag aside. “Does it hurt?”

Izzy shook his head.

Stede leaned in, his lips brushing the tip of Izzy’s nose. “Kisses make it heal faster,” he breathed, before stepping away again.

“Twat,” Izzy muttered, blinking back the sting of tears as his chest ached with a sudden fullness.

“Do you want some… uhm, you know what?” Stede whispered conspiratorially, eyes flitting over Izzy’s shoulder again.

Izzy hesitated. He knew what he wanted to say, but he wouldn’t push Stede. This wasn’t his fight.

He decided the truth was best. “I’m already healed.” Stede’s poorly hidden disappointment was a not unwelcome surprise. “But it couldn’t hurt,” Izzy added hurriedly. He paused. “What about…?” Izzy asked, tilting his head in Ed’s direction.

Stede’s eyes flitted downward, the pink blush burning across his cheeks and exposed chest now. “I don’t mind,” he breathed, almost too quiet for even Izzy to hear.

Izzy hadn’t expected that. He’d wanted Stede to offer him blood. He wanted Ed to see that Izzy didn’t need or want him anymore. But this… this Izzy hadn’t considered.

Izzy stepped forward, his chest flush against Stede’s. He savored the warmth of his skin as he pressed his lips to Stede’s ear. “Do you like to be watched, Bonnet?” his tone was teasing, but not cruel. He slid his hands to Stede’s ass and pulled him forward, grinding against the hardening line under Stede’s robe.

Stede began to quietly splutter, attempting to step out of Izzy’s grasp, but the first mate didn’t let him. He rolled his hips forward, eliciting a soft gasp.

“Me too,” Izzy breathed, nipping at Stede’s earlobe and enjoying the way it made him shutter.

He could feel Ed’s furry at his back but ignored it with greater ease than he’d expected.

When Izzy withdrew, Stede seemed to be standing a little taller, a foolish grin on his reddening face. He looked over Izzy’s shoulder, meeting Ed’s gaze before gesturing cordially towards the tall armchair. “If you’re staying Edward, you should make yourself comfortable.” It wasn’t a question.

Izzy turned to look at Ed. Waiting for his response. He thought Ed would argue, insist on staying within swinging distance, or simply spit obscenities before storming out of the room. He did neither.

He stomped angrily to the armchair and slumped into it. There was a challenge to the look he gave Izzy, and something else, something dark and hungry lurking around the edges.

Izzy felt Stede’s hand find his and gently pulled him towards the bed. He hesitated for only a second, his eyes locked with Ed’s, before he followed.

Stede drew the curtains along the edge of the nook. They were sheer and provided no real privacy, not that he wanted it, but Izzy still found himself relaxing the way he only did when they were alone.

Stede settled against the pillows, legs outstretched loosely in front of him, his robe doing little to conceal his arousal. It was a practiced position and Izzy settled wordlessly into his spot on Stede’s lap.

Izzy placed a knee on either side of Stede’s hips, trapping his cock between them as he relaxed against Stede. He pressed one hand loosely to the side of Stede’s neck, the other resting against his chest.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing each other in. Stede’s heart pounded so hard Izzy could almost pretend it was his own.

He wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like if he’d met Stede’s when he was human, if they’d been able to grow old together. But those thoughts brought only mystery and he pushed them away.

He nosed along Stede’s throat as the captain leaned into his touch. Izzy dragged his fangs over the sensitive skin before sucking a deep bruise just above Stede’s collar.

He could see Ed moving from the corner of his eye. He wondered if he had already seen enough and was going to leave. Instead, he appeared to be making himself more comfortable.

Izzy wanted to be angry at him for staying, for choosing to watch Izzy fuck the man he loves… loved? Rather than walk away from a fight. He wasn’t though.

Some dark part of Izzy was glad he stayed. Not for revenge, but because that part of him yearned for the years when this could have been just another night. Ed liked to watch… Izzy liked to be watched. For years, it had been easy. A perfect match.

But things change. People change.

Stede gasped as Izzy’s fangs pressed into the delicate flesh. He relaxed against the pillows, one hand coming up to stroke Izzy’s hair. “That’s it, that’s my good boy,” he hummed in a wonderfully familiar way.

Izzy whimpered against Stede. He forced himself to drink slowly, small drops of warmth that spread from his tongue to his toes. He wanted more, wanted everything Stede had to give him.

Izzy licked a stripe along Stede’s throat, the small wound healing in his wake, savoring the taste. He kissed along Stede’s jaw, his chin, to his lips and then he was being kissed within an inch of his well… not life.

Izzy’s fingers slid from Stede’s neck to his leaking cock. He moaned into Izzy’s kiss as Izzy swiped his thumb over the sensitive tip.

They broke apart, panting. Stede gripped the back of Izzy’s head and held him there, forehead to forehead.

“You’re making a mess captain,” Izzy rasped.

“Can you blame me?” he breathed, grinning devilishly. He kissed Izzy again, just a soft brush of the lips, but it sent shivers through him.

Stede released Izzy, swiping a haphazard curl from his forehead. There’d been a cut there when Stede returned, but it was long healed.

Izzy released Stede’s cock, bringing his hand up between them. “Told you,” he breathed, showing him the glisten of pre cum across his thumb before sucking the digit clean with enthusiasm.

Stedes watched him, pupils blown wide and hungry. He slid a hand to each of Izzy’s hips and pulled him closer, pressing the line of Izzy’s body against his own. “Hold on sweetheart,” he commanded, grinning wickedly.

Izzy didn’t have time to respond before Stede was sweeping him up with surprising agility. He dropped Izzy back onto the bed, pulling him forward, Stede leaned between his thighs.

Izzy panted, green robe spread out around him like spilled oil. His arms splayed above his head. He stared up at the captain, surprise and amusement playing across his lips.

Stede bent forward, pressing Izzy’s legs apart with his weight as he leaned over him. His eyes followed a golden ray of morning light that slotted through the curtains and across Izzy’s cheek.

“You are magnificent,” he growled, eyes hungry as they watched Izzy.

Izzy’s mouth open, but no sound came out. His throat was suddenly thick.

Stede grinned, knowing full well the effect his words had. He glanced towards the sitting area, “isn’t he, Ed?” He called.

Izzy followed Stede’s gaze. Ed still watched them with that same intense expression. It wasn’t quite anger, nor lust, nor even envy… but it bore into Izzy like a physical thing, nonetheless. After a long moment, he nodded. Just one small movement, but Izzy couldn’t deny the thrill he felt.

Stede pressed his lips to Izzy’s ear again. “It would appear neither of us can keep our eyes off you, love. You are simply,” he nipped Izzy’s earlobe, “irresistible.”

He kissed along Izzy’s throat, sucking bruises into his collar, kissing his chest. He flicked his tongue over one of Izzy’s nipples. Izzy arched into the touch, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Stede repeated the gesture again and again, before sucking in earnest.

Izzy cried out, one hand going to Stede’s hair and the other gripping the sheets at his side. He wasn’t sure if he was pulling Stede in or pushing him away. He just knew he wanted more, more, more.

He rocked his hips against Stede’s groin as the captain moved to his other nipple. He teased the sensitive flesh before again sucking until Izzy cried out.

At long last, Stede sat back, surveying Izzy with a satisfied look. He trailed his fingertips along Izzy’s sternum and belly, running them across his hip to Izzy’s knee. There was a nasty scar just above it that dented in the skin.

Izzy had said there was a limit to his healing and Stede should just be grateful the leg stayed on, but neither could help wondering if things would have been different if Izzy hadn’t been living on scraps for years.

Stede tapped Izzy’s knee and he lifted it without hesitation. Stede brought it to his lips, kissing across the scarred tissue before moving down his knees and across his shin. Stede hesitated, allowing Izzy to pull away if he wanted. When he didn’t, Stede slowly kissed over his ankle and the sensitive arch, to the spaces where his smallest toes used to be.

He kissed the two nubs gently before kissing the remaining toes. He placed Izzy’s ankle over his shoulder, kissing it one more time when he was in it place.

He watched Stede, transfixed by the way the light caught his curls. He reached up, running his fingers slowly through Stede’s hair before cupping his face.

Stede kissed his palm, watching Izzy with a tenderness that made his chest ache. Izzy withdrew his hand, replacing it on the bed beside him. His vision darted downwards to Stede’s length.

Stede smiled cockily as he stroked himself, Izzy’s eyes following every move. Stede pressed the head to Izzy’s folds, teasing his entrance. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched Izzy try to suppress his small pleading whimpers.

Izzy was half blood drunk and half dead tired (well, technically all dead and half tired), resulting in the world taking on a soft haze and his own mind quieting in a way it rarely did.

“You ever going to fuck me bonnet, or am I supposed to just watch you play with your d—ah—fuck,” Izzy groaned as Stede thrust into him.

Stede bore down on Izzy, practically bending him in half. Izzy wrapped his other leg around Stede’s waist, his arms going to Stede’s neck and pulling him closer.

He was surrounded by the captain, so covered with his warmth it felt like Izzy’s own and he lost track of where he ended and Stede began. It didn’t matter though, all that matter was that Stede didn’t stop touching him.

“Y—yeah, right there. Fuck. Fuck, please Stede,” Izzy begged, not knowing what he wanted but needing more, more, more.

Stede seemed to understand though. “Is this how my sweet first mate likes it?” he cooed in a tone that should have been obnoxious, but instead shot like lightning to Izzy’s dick.

Izzy whimpered, his cheek brushing Stede’s chin as he nodded feverishly. Stede kissed Izzy’s temple before pressing closer to his ear. He braced one arm over Izzy’s head and with the other he held the first mate to him.

“You love being filled don’t you? Love the feel of your captains cock stuffing you full?”

Izzy didn’t know where Stede had learned to talk like that, but if he ever found out he’d send them a gods damn gift basket.

“Yeah, yes,” he panted, struggling to follow Stede’s words as the captain withdrew nearly all the way before thrusting back in, causing Izzy to see stars. “‘s so good. L-love it—ahh—love you,” he whimpered, pressing his face into the crook of Stede’s neck, apparently unaware of what had just transpired.

Stede, on the other hand, crushed Izzy beneath him with renewed exuberance. For once, he had been struck speechless, only a small whimper escaping his lips as he took Izzy.

“There! Th—fuck, fuck, yes, Stede!” Izzy cried as ecstasy washed over him. Stede continued to fuck him through his orgasm with no sign of slowing.

“Say it again,” Stede rasped against Izzy ear, his movements becoming erratic.

Izzy wracked his brain, each thrust against his over sensitive cock breaking his concentration. Had he said something? He’d said Stede’s name just now and a lot of cursing before that, but…

Izzy froze as the memory finally materialized. He hadn’t thought he’d said it aloud and now that he knew he did, he wondered if he could leap out the window and into the ocean before anyone noticed.

Stede must have felt the way Izzy stilled beneath him as he released Izzy’s hair, griping his chin instead. He pulled away minutely to look at Izzy, only slowing his pace the slightest bit.

“Say it again,” Stede growled, eyes dark as they watched Izzy’s face.

Izzy gnawed on his bottom lip, trying to find words that wouldn’t come. Stede shook his chin, just enough to pull Izzy from his ruminations. “I said, say it again,” he ordered.

Izzy shut his eyes, unable to face the rejection he knew was coming. “I love you,” he gasped. Before Izzy could open his eyes again, he was being kissed for all he was worth. It was messy and full of need, and left them both breathless.

“Me too,” Stede rasped against his lips, “I love you too.”

Izzy pulled Stede down downwards, crushing him to his chest as he kissed him fiercely. Stede ground down, thrusting against Izzy’s over sensitive cunt until he was tumbling over the edge again. Stede grunted, a huff of air against Izzy’s own desperate gasps and then he was spilling inside Izzy.

They broke apart with nervous laughter. Izzy felt vulnerable in a way nakedness never had, but to his surprise, it wasn’t terrible. They kissed again, just a small peck before Stede sat back, slipping from Izzy with a wet squelch that made them both wince, resulting in more soft laughter.

Izzy flexed his stiff hip, frowning punitively at Stede as he lowered it to the bed. “You know I’m an old man, right? Can’t keep bending like that or something’ll snap right off,” he grumbled.

Stede laughed, not fooled by Izzy’s gruff demeanor. “Actually, my dear,” he said, grinning wickedly, “I believe you are in fact ancient, but that will not stop me from bending you every way I like.”

“And if my leg snaps off,” Izzy retorted. He crossed his arms over his chest, brow furrowed, but couldn’t quite suppress the grin playing around his lips.

“Then I’ll sew it back on and try again,” Stede smirked, his voice gentle.

Izzy rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite find the desire to argue.

With some chagrin, Izzy remembered their private moment was not actually private. He glanced over, biting remark already prepared, but there was no one there.

The armchair was empty, as was the table that had held Ed’s weapons. The door stood slightly ajar.

They were alone.

They exchanged a meaningful look, but didn’t discuss the departure as they sat up, pulling robes and sheets around themselves. Instead, Izzy asked, “did you mean it?” and hoped he kept the nerves from his voice.

Stede smiled and it was so warm Izzy could almost feel it heating his skin. “Of course darling. I wouldn’t say that just for… show.” Stede didn’t say the name, but they both knew what he meant. He cupped Izzy’s cheek, leaning in to kiss his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips. “I love you Izzy,” he breathed against them.

Izzy responded by kissing him until they toppled back onto the bed, laughing breathlessly as they tangled together once more.

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