#╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed sent a message in a bottle:

his face is stoic, it's been this way for months now. grip a little too tight as he holds izzy's face between his finger and thumb. pointer finger of his other hand running khol under the lids of his eyes. licking the tip of his thumb he runs his finger underneath it to smudge it around. repeating the process on the other side. though not as dramatic as his own, it works.

         ❝      might as well look the fucking part to, iz.     ❞     he grumbles, tilting the shorter man's head upwards. more so yanking it than anything so he can study his handy work for a long moment.

HE WINCES, DESPITE ATTEMPTING TO HIDE HIS DISCOMFORT, && makes an effort to mask it as a grimace of agreement. edward's never been gentle — not with him, anyway, nor anyone from their crew — but izzy can't remember him being quite so cruel to his own.

it could be worse, he thinks. blackbeard could be hurting him. blackbeard has hurt him. && izzy took it without complaint. hell, he enjoyed it, && what it represented. the pinch of fingers on skin is nothing.

even now, he's still soft.

izzy resists the urge to spit at his feet.

"yes, blackbeard," he murmurs, casting his eyes downward, hands clenched into fists at his side, "yes sir."

he allows those calloused hands to smear kohl under his eyes, until it's like looking in a mirror. he silently thanks whatever god may be looking down upon him for edward's touch. for the mercy he showed izzy by allowing him to live, by allowing him to continue serving, by still keeping him as his loyal dog of a first mate.

&& he tries NOT to think about how deeply unhappy he is.

#man..... #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed. #kraxed

[izhands]

                                               he’s been irritable, ever since the stupid fucking party, he needs a break from the crew, from edward and his stupid fucking puppy-dog eyes at bonnet. it’s stupid, it’s all fucking stupid.     a first hand is an extension of his captain, the respect held for izzy only goes as far as ed and edward . . . oh, edward has not been himself, has not been blackbeard. has allowed this mistreatment for as long as they’ve been aboeard the revenge, hell even aboard their own ship.  he charges in the door with the desire to fall onto his cot and scream for a good few minutes, until his voice is gone his throat is sore. 

maybe -- maybe, he had heard about the whole dizzy izzy thing. and maybe -- maybe he had alread yelled at fang for telling the crew of the revenge about it because how dare he speak ill of the first mate. and now he's fuming in their shared room.   - @kraxed​

                                              he’s surprised when edward is there, mostly because his captain has been spending far more time in bonnet’s quarters than their shared berth. eyes flicker over edward, he straightens his spine, adjusts his stance as if he’s ready for a talking to: edward certainly looks like he’s about to give him one.   izzy prepares himself for it, for a whirlwind of sharp words and fury about how he’s treated the crew, or for his running off when he is meant to be teaching then. 

                                              he tries for casual, even if he can feel the rage radiating off of edward, off of blackheard.    “ were you lookin’ for me, boss ? ”

#* † . 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ‚ in character . #kraxed

[gentlepyrate]

@kraxed​   //   EDWARD

" i love you. " 

 " no, you don't. "

“ . . . “

 anger is not a familiar friend, but it takes over quickly, filling stede's chest with a quiet rage where only a second before there has been a bursting love, turning his expression heated, stiff, his brow bent and a frown out his lips. 

how dare he. how dare he. 

 stede wants to slap ed but instead he reaches out and grabs him by the collar of his jacket yanking ed to face him - how dare he say such a thing and not even look him in the eye - ! 

" say it again. " 

 his voice is low, dangerous. it's usually false in moments like these, affected, a fuckery, but this one isn't. this is one is genuinely upset, hurt, and willing to bite back for it. a rare occasion for stede, but what a fitting moment for it to turn into this. he is the sort of man who would do anything for love. love which he most certainly has. how dare --

" say it again, "  stede repeats, pulling ed closer so they're face to face so their breath could touch, if stede was breathing, if his chest wasn't tense with anger and hurt and seeking vengeance for that slight. he'd barely even given him time to answer. unfair - a rare thing to be for stede bonnet.   " i sailed the sea for you, edward teach. i rowed across miles of ocean with my own two bloody hands, i killed and was hurt for you, and i come back home and i stay here with you for days and weeks, waiting for you to love me back and when you finally did, i kept staying. i wake with you and make you tea every morning and i hold you when you cry and i smile when you smile and i would do fucking anything for you, you bloody idiot, so if you're going to stand there and tell me I don't love you i'm going to need you to say it to my fucking face, edward! "

#oh he mad 👀 #ic. #kraxed

[bonnts]

@kraxed   //   edward teach sent:

[ SHARED ] sender is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them.

tummy time. that's what father used to call it back when he was father and not stede. it's probably what he still calls it. or maybe not. he's changed a lot. he's not like he used to be. the first time he came home, he was. but he changed before he left. and now he's back, and he's different. he looks different. and he brought friends. (stede never had friends before).

alma is helping mom cook dinner, and doug is talking to stede, so louis is having tummy time. laying on the floor. drawing. both he and mother have been getting more into art. mom bought him pencils, on his last birthday, fancy colored ones. they're fun.

out of nowhere, the strange man joins him.

ed is nice, louis knows. he is willing to play pirates, and he smiles, and he makes jokes, and he respects louis's thoughts.

wordlessly, louis tears a page of paper out of his notebook, pushing his pencils to ed in case he wants to draw too. he takes a yellow one for himself in color in his own drawing and kicking his feet back and forth in the air. 

#have a louis. i love a him #ed you better appreciate those pencils those are one of his only possessions and he is sharing them with you 😤 #ic; louis #kraxed #louis & edward; kraxed

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​ sent a message in a bottle: ❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞ >:3c izzzyyyyy / OLD MEME

            IT WAS A LIFETIME AGO, but izzy remembers. he remembers everything, when it comes to ed. every conversation, every glance, every missed moment. even at their rowdiest, in the rare times when there is cause for celebration — a successful raid, the day they mutinied on hornigold && took off to start a new life on their own — izzy never overindulges in alcohol: not because he fears losing control, but because he fears forgetting. every moment with edward is too precious to lose. 

so yes, he remembers. && yes, the memory weighs heavy on his chest. now, so many years later, he’s a different person. they both are. has that ship sailed? yes. probably. he’s felt edward slipping away from him little by little for years. 

it almost feels like he’s being mocked.

but there’s a sincerity in edward’s voice that tugs at his heartstrings, && so despite his better judgment, izzy concedes. “if i do,” he says, voice low && hoarse, stepping close to ed in an invasion of his personal space so close he can feel his breath, “i need you to say yes. i can’t ask again if the answer isn’t yes. i won’t.”

#im sad #kraxed #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​ sent a message in a bottle: “ if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.  ” @ lucius / OLD MEME.

            LUCIUS LAUGHS NERVOUSLY ;   he has a feeling edward is deathly serious about that, even if from anyone else it would be a harmless, if somewhat dark joke. he chooses to respond as if the captain is kidding, because that’s easier than considering the alternative. “well then, let’s maybe get this, uh... little shore leave trip over with && get you back to the ship for a nap. sound good?”

#ok but...... in our verse where they kissed instead of ed pushing lucius overboard lol #kraxed #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ lucius | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​ sent a message in a bottle: [takes hand, puts it over heart] “This is what I feel when I’m with you. And I’m powerless to stop it.” something something being in love without knowing what it means with the boys / OLD MEME.

            BREATH HITCHES IN THROAT, a silent gasp, a struggle for air, a moment where every thought flies from his head. izzy stares at edward, trying to understand ;   he knows exactly what ed is describing, but he didn’t think — he never thought that — 

“you sentimental asshole,” he hisses, a delayed reaction that’s all spite && unfriendliness, but he doesn’t pull his hand away, not yet. “shut up.” && he does push edward away now, using the hand pressed to the other’s chest to shove him backward. “that kinda shit will make you seem weak.”

#GOD! #kraxed #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​ sent a message in a bottle: 13: burn my muse ( something something pipes and matches and blackbeard being unhinged ) :3c / F*CK WITH MY MUSE.

            IT WASN’T ALWAYS LIKE THIS between them ;   edward has been in izzy’s life for as long as he can remember, but there are days when izzy can scarcely recall a time before blackbeard. he’s not so naive to pretend they are two separate people — no, blackbeard could not exist without edward, but blackbeard also could not exist without izzy. likewise, izzy does not exist without blackbeard. 

it’s a parasitic relationship && it’s been sucking the life from both of them since the day they met.

but try as he might, izzy DOES remember when edward would never even dream of hurting him. when violence && bloodshed were the furthest things from their minds. they were so young then. so innocent.

izzy gasps as the pipe presses against the hollow of his throat, skin bared for his captain. blackbeard’s hand is tangled in his hair, forcing his head back, && izzy looks up at him with hungry eyes. the pain is good. it’s like he’s suffocating, && his lungs feel like they’re filling up with smoke. if his voice wasn’t already damaged from years of harsh overuse && shouting, it will be now. he leans into the contact further until the white-hot of the burning sensation reaches his eyes, && he starts to loose consciousness. blackbeard must see him fading too, because his head is released && he’s shoved backwards. izzy falls, gasping && wheezing. when he coughs, drops of blood stain the floorboards.

the message is clear. he shouldn’t have spoken out of turn. now this is the punishment for questioning his captain. NEVER AGAIN.

#kraxed #violence / #yikes! #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​ sent a message in a bottle: “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” yeets him at iz / OLD MEME.

            THE LAUGHTER HAD DIED on his lips the moment he caught edward staring at him, but the corner of his mouth twitches up in a smile he can’t quite resist at the words.  “shut up,” he mutters, && doesn’t mean it. “i fucking laugh.” 

or is edward right? 

"guess there hasn’t been a lot to laugh about recently.” the job has gotten harder. they lost people in the last storm, && more in a recent raid. “this was just...” the offending incident that dared draw laughter from his chest was nothing but one of the men, a younger boy, squawking loudly at a flock of gulls that had landed on the deck, chasing them off with arms flapping after they’d shit all over the place. it had been so stupid && so juvenile, but it reminded him of the antics they’d all gotten up to in their younger days, before izzy himself became so uptight out of necessity. it reminded him of ed. 

"just shut up,” he repeats, elbowing edward in the side, && there it is again, the light chuckle. “forget it.”

#some soft angst in the middle of all this sinday stuff #a little pre-stede but not much #kraxed #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​ sent a message in a bottle: "i loved you in this lifetime. i won't make that mistake in the next." cough for izzy cough / BETRAYAL LINES.

            BREATH STUTTERS as izzy processes what edward’s telling him. it doesn’t feel real, it CAN’T be real. maybe, somewhere deep down, he’s always known ed loved him, or did, at one time. but he never said it. never gave izzy the chance to.... well. it doesn’t matter now, does it? truthfully, izzy probably wouldn’t have done anything about it even if he HAD known, except maybe run the fuck away. 

huh. he has to wonder what his life would be like now if he hadn’t stuck around for so long. he can’t decide if he’d be dead, or would live longer. or which would be preferable.

the answer, however, is probably live longer, considering blackbeard looks like he’s two seconds away from murdering izzy where he stands. && honestly, he doesn’t blame him. FAIR ENOUGH.

he tries to speak, but his tongue stilled, because edward loved him, he loved him in this lifetime, which means even if he doesn’t anymore, there’s a small part of him that might still...

izzy chokes on nothing. 

“i’m sorry,” he croaks out, GENUINELY. there’s no fear, edward isn’t holding a knife to his throat, he’s not even touching him, so why is his heart pounding so fast? why does he feel like he can’t breathe? why is he —

why is he crying?

"captain. blackbeard. edward, please—”

#concept: this is after stede comes back and ed has to come to terms with a) the stuff he did in his kraken era #and b) that izzy is responsible for so much of it #kraxed #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​     /     plotted

             “DON’T MOVE.” knife flicks out under the man’s chin, an arm arched around him. jim holds the tip of the blade against blackbeard’s hyoid ;  it’s not their own, but grabbed from the countertop where roach left it sitting out. “you’ll say NOTHING, pendejo. you don’t know me.”

#kept this short n sweet but u know. #i'm sure it'll end up longer lol #kraxed #╰┈➤ jim | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​: He's peppering noisy kisses all over Izzy's face. >:3c / UNPROMPTED.

            IZZY HUFFS IN ANNOYANCE, shoving ed off of him with one hand, but his heart’s not really in it. the attention, he’s happy for. it’s the affection, the softness of edward’s actions, that grate on him. it’s wrong, the voice in his head says, it’s weak. “you soft, sentimental bastard,” he grumbles, “you drunk or something? bugger off.”

#young boys.... #oop breaking out the alternate izzy fc for this one #kraxed #╰┈➤ ask. #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​     /     hit the heart

               “DO YOU REALLY think i care what you do to me? i’m not gonna do your dirty work, pendejo. so kill me, or start talking. what’s the fucking plan here?”

#short n sweet but #kraxed #╰┈➤ jim | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.

[izhands]

                                                    the piano sits in the stupid little library, in bonnet’s quarters. izzy wouldn’t dare be here by himself if it weren’t blackbeard’s space now too. he stares at the ivory keys almost longingly, almost begrudgingly. he never should have taught edward that stupid fucking song, never should have taught him to play it alongside the shanties. he had never really intended to teach him, had played it once and his captain had asked and it was all so fucking stupid.

                                                    he thinks about having ivan and fang throw it overboard, knows they would if he gave the order but he can’t imagine the absolute fit blackbeard would throw, and he’d like to keep his extremities for a bit longer. he watches the instrument with that same look of distaste even as fingers move along the keys; hitting the same chords edward had played for stede not hours before. it’s always been fascinating how quickly something so full of desire and affection can become full of melancholy with a change in key.

                                                    he stops when he hears the floorboards shift with new weight, gloved hand moving to the hilt of his sword. not stede, he’s sure the gentleman pirate would have had something to say about izzy in his room, about his knowing how to play: edward then.

                                                    “ you missed a note. ”    he scolds, the same way he might talk to bonnet when the co-captain fucks up his footing and lands on his ass.     “ i doubt he noticed. ”    he corrects quickly enough though the sour tone doesn’t leave him: i doubt he noticed because he is so infatuated with you. i would have, i’m better.   but they don’t show their affection that way, they never have. because when izzy did it always went unnoticed. 

@kraxed​ .

#help i made myself sad actually #* † . 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ‚ in character . #kraxed

[gentlepyrate]

@kraxed // SWEET BOY, HUSBAND, LOVER MINE, DEAREST ED sent:

"my husband, Captain Teach,"

stede drops the entire tray of tea he'd been carrying, metal tray clattering loudly against the floor, porcelain shattering into pieces, and tea splashing all over his boots. stede barely notices, though he's sure some of their guests in the other room must have heard the commotion, surely ed, at least. husband. captain. teach.

dear lord, he's on overload. he has to put a hand over his eyes because the words he just heard are too loud. abruptly shaking his pointer finger in the air as if he's about to scold someone or simply telling the world to slow down, he's trying to catch up, and he's nodding to himself and there's a great big grin sliding across his face.

god. he's going to be married to his husband. he's going to marry edward teach. he's going to marry the man he loves.

" oh, " stede forces through a tense throat, tasting the salt of tears trailing over the teeth of his smile. he broke his favorite cup. he's getting married. mother mary and joseph, he's going to start sobbing out of pure overwhelm of joy.

. . . and there are the aforementioned waterworks, right on cue, forcing a hiccuping gasp from his mouth as he sobs from pure joy, completely neglecting their poor guests. he's so fucking happy. they can get their tea later.

" oh. "

#you ever just break down because you're getting married to someone you actually love for once? #he's a cancer ♋ your honor just give him a minute #ic. #kraxed #i think he Just realized ed loves him as much as he loves ed??? wild #no icon i only have stede sobbing out of sadness i need a joyous one

[whsprhouse]

@kraxed​      /     a little pre-party thing

             HE’S PACING BEFORE EDWARD, down in the bowls of the ship ( but not in bonnet’s quarters, even if it seems as if the man’s taken up permanent residence in there, because izzy refuses to stand there looking at... all of that ). “i don’t understand what makes you think going to a fancy PARTY with a bunch of fuckin’.... aristocrats is in ANY way a SANE thing to do. would you use your head, for one moment, edward? PLEASE?”

izzy drags his hands down his face, clear exasperation in his eyes && his voice. “what if someone recognizes you? you could d—” die. he clamps his jaw shut, grinding his teeth.

"the only reason i don’t think bonnet is walking you into a trap is because he’s not smart enough for that. reconsider, edward. this isn’t worth your time.”

#kraxed #WHEEEE HERE WE GO !!! #╰┈➤ izzy | ic. #╰┈➤ edward teach | kraxed.