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bromelads · 7 months

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I am not playing the “you're racist if you say Ed is abusive" game with y’all 😒

This shit is not new or helpful to POC in the fandom. I wrote about it earlier this year (too little, too late), so I've built this post up from that.

I encourage folks to read this analysis and call to action by uselessheretic from back in JANUARY since it addresses key aspects of the harassment campaign that was par of the course for the fandom in 2022. This discourse plays into that harassment.

Listen, for all of its widely-held progressive values, the ofmd fandom is still a hobby space filled with mostly white, first world, LGBTQ+ ppl. Most ofmd fans fashion themselves leftists and generally agree that structural racism exists and is a problem. Overall, there's worse fandoms to be in.

That said, this particular wave of hand-wringing about fans calling Ed abusive is not at all about the ways indigenous people are stereotyped in media.

The most telling giveaway is the timing: fans expressing frustration towards Ed following the sneak peek that shows Fang, Archie, Jim, and Frenchie all but having an intervention for Izzy because they think he is "in an unhealthy relationship with Blackbeard" since Ed "cut two more of his toes...[which] seems pretty toxic to me."

I am not emotionally prepared to deconstruct the dark humor of holding a spontaneous intervention for your asshole white assistant manager who's on his last fucking wit because your brown and beautiful rockstar boss is too high to function and keeps cutting the guy's toes off. You either get the joke or you don't.

For the purpose of this post, all I care to extract from it is what it tells us about who is exercising the most control over the ship. Despite his physical absence, Ed’s ghost is all over this beautifully crafted scene. The tone of their wardrobe is dictated by Ed’s. They are carrying out Ed’s orders. Frenchie and Jim’s exclusive presence as former members of Stede’s crew was decided by Ed. Izzy’s authority as first mate is sanctioned by Ed. And it is Ed’s fitness to lead that Frenchie, Fang, Jim,and Archie are questioning ultimately.

I’m not particularly worried about Ed’s integrity as a charismatic lead being hurt by a storyline that paints him as someone who abuses power--the flow and exchange of power is a running theme for ofmd. Stede and Izzy themselves abuse their power in season 1 for their vanity. What I am worried about is this cute cultural feature of the wider ofmd fandom:

the chronic unwillingness to grapple with interpersonal power dynamics amongst peers, not only in the show, but in the fandom itself.

So here we are again, ofmd fandom, working ourselves up into a moral outrage so that you, in your leftist white glory, can publicly police yourself because apparently you only know how to experience People of Color in fiction through these two lenses:

white guilt (am I racist for thinking this? are people around me racist for thinking this?) and

the white imagination (stories about characters of color are valuable because they inform my politics)

This push against reading Ed as abusive is not about calling out the problematics of depicting an indigenous man as mentally ill, violent, lonely, and rageful, it is about trying to sound self-righteous to mask anxiety about accidentally doing a racism on the indigenous, brown lead.

This is even more obvious now with the season 2 premiere days away and audiences being primed to question whether the severity of Izzy's punishment was appropriate.

Now, here's the hard-to-swallow pill the ofmd fandom's been avoiding cuz we don't wanna point out the inevitable problems of representation within canon:

We are being served a storyline where a complex protagonist (who happens to be a brown, queer, indigenous man in a position of power) harms people who are close to him and we are meant to recognize this as a problem that he must come to terms with. I don't like it either, but I'd rather have this than no Ed story at all.

Other people have written far more intelligently about this than I could, but it bears repeating: what's happening here is fans projecting their own insecurities about racism and power onto a white character ("izzy exotifies ed!" "he wants to control ed!" "izzy is an incompetent pirate actually!") while at the same time applying a shiny veneer of respectability and perfect rationality to a nonwhite character ("ed had every right to hurt izzy!" "maiming is fair game as retribution for racism, it's in-world rules!" "ed can't be abusive because he's been abused!") in order to mask white leftist fandom's discomfort about a morally ambiguous brown protagonist.

Anyway, take a breath.

Ed is a character whose impact in "the real world" does indeed go beyond how he makes us feel. Taika Waititi's Edward Teach represents a watershed moment in indigenous representation—not only for his position as protagonist, not even for his queerness, but because of his depth, charisma, complexity, and connection to a community that cares about him. These things have been rarely afforded to the very few indigenous leads in the global film canon--no matter how his story is handled in season 2 and 3, Ed's impact has already been cemented.

Okay I'm done, here's some actionable advice to wash this all down with.

If your goal is to foster a welcoming environment for fans of color and elevate engagement with characters of color, then immediately remove shaming people's headcanons from your toolbox and read this article. Take stock of who is in your fandom social circle and take stock of what you do in order to at least see more fanworks featuring characters of color.

If your goal is to promote or participate in productive race-conscious conversations with other fans, get real about your relationship with power, your positionality in life (and in fandom) and the channels through which you want to have these conversations. Some questions to start with: Can you describe your relationship with your race? What is your experience talking about race in mixed-race spaces? What avenues do you use to participate in fandom? How do you participate? Where do you have influence? How do you manage unwanted feelings that spark from disagreements about racism?

If your goal is to interact in fandom with integrity, get explicit about your values. Engage in dialogue, treat others with the respect you want. Be curious and ask questions. Avoid becoming someone's useful idiot and learn to think critically.

Finally, if your goal is to enjoy your blorbos without having to think about the problematics of representation for QTBIPOC (Queer, Trans, Black, Indigenous, People of Color), then save us all the grief and just join a different fandom.

Good luck!

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rdng1230 · 6 months

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10 things Easily fixable about That thing that happened: look, killing off Izzy Hands was always gonna hurt like a bitch. And it was a stupid decision, but what really made it worse was how many ways they could have made it better and specifically didn’t, so here’s a list in no particular order of general things that I think would’ve made things suck less, and a couple different story fix proposals. Maybe if I write it all out I can move on a little bit.

I know it was for budgetary reasons but it bothered me Ivan was killed off with one sentence and never mentioned again. I think what would have worked is if Ivan had been a little more fleshed out in s1, and then had him die on screen at the hands of a particularly dickish British naval officer in 2x01. Cut to episode 7 and said dickish Brit is Ricky’s number two. Izzy could have willingly and purposefully drawn the fire of officer asshole, as an acknowledgement of his failure to save Ivan and his past failures to be a proper protector of blackbeards crew, and to save the crew he’s now realized is his family that he is willing to die for. In addition I think that would’ve helped set up the British as being an actual formidable bad guy, because up to this point they were the most looney tunes ass villains on the high seas. Also it would’ve been an interesting symmetry to have the loyal pirate first mate vs. the loyal imperialist scumbag first mate. Think of the banter people.

I hate it when bad events in stories are predicated on having highly intelligent characters be complete idiots. You’re telling me Izzy fucking hands didn’t check noseless wonder for weapons? Fuck off. At least have a fellow soldier toss ricky a musket or something, or just have another soldier shoot him.

I think the main issue here is agency. Yes everyone consented to going into battle that way, but Izzy’s shooting was unceremonious, it wasn’t like he charged somebody or acted as bait, he just got hit by a stray bullet (It’s giving “your shirt” and I fucking hate it Iykyk)

Literally no one attempted medical intervention to help Izzy. Roach isn’t gonna stuff a rag in there? Jim isn’t gonna pass a knife to help rip Izzy’s clothes to visualize the wound? Fang and Frenchie aren’t gonna hold his hand? We’re not even gonna fucking try?!?!

if they had to center Ed’s issues with Izzy’s literal dying words, could we have at least have it be a big character moment for Ed to say “yes the crew is my family, but they’re yours too and I promise I’ll take care of them and make amends” like if DJ is so convinced of this father mentor thing (which seriously what the fuck is he even talking about) what’s more par for the course in this trope then the ole “you’re the man of the house now son you gotta take care of the family” routine

look, I know they got a short episode that they have to keep short. Cut a minute of time out of that breathtakingly awkward fishing sequence from the beginning and give Izzy’s death some breathing room. FFS the fallout from Karl’s and Lucius’s finger’s death had more reaction and more airtime than Izzy Hands (and more effect on the story)

Ricky fucking got away and no one talks about it. It would’ve been great if literally anyone had said “yeah we’re going after that guy” or “we may have won the battle but the British are always out there and one of these days we’ll meet again” just an acknowledgement that one guerilla battle at the republic of pirates was never gonna be the end of it.

this one hits close to home for me. I live on a boat, my mother is a licensed 100 ton ship captain. We’re seafarers goddamit and when we shake off this mortal coil we are buried (or cremated and scattered) at sea. Izzy Hands would not have wanted a land burial and he would’ve wanted to be buried at sea like the distinguished pirate he is, by the crew that became his family.

This segues into the burial at sea thing but maybe don’t bury him without his leg on, like just don’t do that. Don’t put his cravat and mothers ring where anybody could just come along and yank it off, Jesus.

I think frenchie being captain was a weird choice tbh. I love frenchie but he is a jester, a troubadour, a fae walking among us, the worlds handsomest grifter, but this dude does not want to be captain. However, if you had to make him captain I think it would’ve been nice to have had a scene post amputation where Izzy deliriously tells frenchie all these bits of advice about being first mate/captain and how Izzy had failed to be a good one in the past. I just loved the frenchie izzy bond in general and I would’ve loved another extra scene with them. This also would’ve lended itself well to frenchie being the one to outwardly grieve (the box opening up finally) during that minute of breathing room post death that I mentioned was needed earlier, maybe he would’ve reprised la vie en rose, or played a shanty/wake song that everyone could join in on.

I’m sure there are other things too that I’ve forgotten, but I think this covers most of it. Let me also say Izzy’s death was hardly the only issue I had with the finale, but that moment was the most egregiously and easily fixable (or at the very least mitigable) plot point. At the end of the day I think Izzy should’ve just not fucking died, but if they were gonna kill him, there were so many more respectful ways to do it.

#Izzy hands #ofmd s2 spoilers #everyone feel free to add on what I’ve missed #Ofmd

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izzyspussy · 5 months

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My Whumptober 2023 Fills Masterlist

Day 1: Our Love Is God, Ed/Izzy + Swooning Izzy was the Other Woman (in need of rescue and/or threatening) first. Rated M.

Day 2: the loving needs the bleeding, Richie & The Losers + Delirium [the one where Richie gets sick and hallucinates Pennywise]

Day 3: Kill Shelter, Izzy & The Crew + Solitary Confinement (Not) Hornigold used to use solitary confinement for punishment. But Ed's not like Hornigold. They're so different, in fact, you could even say they're opposites. Rated E.

Day 5: my lamb and martyr (this will be over soon), Ed/Izzy + Pinned Down Izzy gives Edward another piece of himself. At request. Rated M.

Day 6: At Capacity, Ed/Izzy(/Frenchie) + Made to Watch Blackbeard calls Frenchie into his cabin while he's... doing stuff to Izzy. It's a test. There's no right answer. Rated E.

Day 7: [untitled], Izzy & The Crew + Radio Silence [the one where Izzy goes psychologically mute]

Day 9: Plan to Entangle, Frenchie/Izzy + "You're a liar." When the crew insists despite Ed's violent protestations that love is real - Izzy's love, in particular - he demands that one of them make the ultimate sacrifice to prove it. Rated E.

Day 12: another kind of love, Ed/Izzy + Insomnia Ed wakes up from the nightmare in Stede's arms. He knows in reality it's just his own sweat, but he feels like he still has Izzy's blood on his hands, dripping down his face where Izzy in the dream had touched him for the last time. Rated T.

Day 13: Just A Word (I Heard), Ed & Izzy + "I don't feel so good." Ed and Izzy have a talk the morning after their night in pink. Rated T.

Day 15: A Lot to Unpack, Izzy & The Crew + "I'm fine." The crew finally get a chance to Talk It Through, like Izzy wanted. Sort of. Rated T.

Day 17: [untitled], Jamie/Cheryl Barnaby + Touch Aversion [the one where Cheryl wins Jamie in the charity auction when he's just come back to Richmond; on his "date" with her he gets nervous and upset and traumadumps on her, and she backs off and comforts him and has a grown-up kink and consent sex ed 2.0 talk with him. He feels so much better he wants to be intimate, so they hook up. She tells him he can brag, which he does to everyone else's chagrin.]

Day 18: where we begin and end, Ed/Stede/Izzy + Blindfold [the one where Ed and Stede blindfold Izzy and pretend he can't tell which one of them is touching him, because Ed is insecure about treating Izzy nicely] Rated E.

Day 20: hold me fast, Izzy & The Crew + Found Family The grey area is gone. After this, Izzy is one of them. Rated T.

Day 21: [untitled], Ed/Izzy + "Don't move." [the one where Ed does verbal bondage dub con apology body worship on Izzy instead of just saying sorry like a normal person] Rated E.

Day 25: The Changing Water, Ed & The Crew + Storm [the one where they hit a storm and have no choice but to have Ed steer even though it makes everyone very upset] Rated T.

Day 26: don't start counting, Roy/Jamie + Working to Exhaustion [the one where Roy overworks Jamie as a negotiated non-sexual BDSM punishment, that turns sexual during aftercare] Rated E.

Day 27: Light The Candle, Stede/Izzy + Scars When Stede accidentally spills candlewax on Izzy, his first pirating lesson becomes a kink lesson instead. Rated E.

Day 28: ghostin', Izzy & Ivan + "You'll have to go through me." While tending to his amputation wounds, Ivan warns Izzy that he and some of the other crew members brought over to the Revenge from the Queen Anne are planning a mutiny and invites him to join them. Izzy refuses, as Ivan knew he would. But he had to offer. Rated T.

Day 29: that four letter word, Roy/Jamie + "What happened to me?" Jamie doesn't want to be the first to say it out loud. He asks Roy to say it for him. Rated T.

Day 30: Foreshadow, Roy/Jamie + Bridal Carry Cartrick is too intimidated to tell Rupert no. Rated T.

Day 31: [untitled], Jamie & Isaac + "Take it easy." [the one where Jamie tries to get one of Isaac's legendary haircuts, but has a panic attack instead] Rated T.

Alternate #2: some place where there isn't any trouble, Jamie & AFC Richmond + Aftermath of Failure When AFC Richmond is in Manchester to play United, Jamie Tartt turns up at their hotel looking like a puppy left in the rain. Rated T.

Alternate #3: Final Round, Jamie & James + Brass Knuckles Jamie doesn't just fight back this time. He wins. Rated M.

Alternate #9: Tusk, Ed/Izzy + Drugging [the one where Izzy does rhino horn with Ed out of desperation to spend some time with him and it gives him a headache] Rated T.

Alternate #11: [untitled], Roy/Jamie + Panic [the one where Roy has Phoebe at the club because she's out of school for behavior and he yells at her and makes a sudden movement towards her in front of the lads. Jamie says "Don't do that," and Roy stops but tries to say Phoebe's fine with it until she bursts into tears. He immediately apologizes to her, frantically, mentioning what Jamie said about grabbing for her. She 'corrects' him, saying Jamie actually told him not to yell at her. He agrees of course, apologizes again, gives her a big hug, promises he won't anymore. Then he notices that Jamie is having a time of it, with his whole head stuck into his cubby. He sends Phoebe off to see the other coaches to 'decide on his punishment for upsetting her' and then asks Jamie if he owes him an apology too. Jamie insists Roy didn't do anything to him. Roy insists he does; he hurt Phoebe's feelings yelling at her, and he scared Jamie making that sudden move. He comes closer to apologize, touches Jamie's shoulder very lightly, and Jamie jumps hard enough to hit his head on the cubby. He curls his arms around his head, still in the cubby, but Roy slowly manages to pull him out, saying "Let me see." He tells Jamie he's sorry and gives him a big hug too.]

Alternate #12: Among Thieves, Lucius/Izzy(/Ed/Pete) + Broken When Ed tries to ask Izzy if he still loves him but chickens out and asks if he still belongs to him instead, Izzy gets understandably pissed and suggests to Lucius that since pushing Ed overboard didn't make him feel better he should try stealing from him. Specifically, he should take something Ed hasn't properly appreciated having. Like Izzy. Rated E.

Alternate #13: [untitled], Roy/Jamie(/Keeley) + Miscommunication [the one where Roy wrongfully assumes Jamie has a daddy kink]

Alternate #15: The Nines, Ed & Izzy & Jim + Reluctant Whumper [the one that's a split scene of Hornigold making Ed whip Izzy in the past + Ed making Izzy whip Jim during the Kraken era] Rated M.

View the Full Collection on AO3 -> (Collection includes bookmarks of Whumptober fics by others that I recommend!)

#jack facts #my fic #ofmd #izzy hands #blackhands #ouizzy #stizzy #ted lasso #jamie tartt #royjamie #sprigghands #whumptober #whumptober 2023

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johannestevans · 2 years

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Lucius doesn't need Frenchie for any particular reason, but he does notice that he's not around, and he's surprised at that, because Frenchie's normally... around. At John's side, or hanging with Jim and Olu, or just around, but he's not, and it piques Lucius' curiosity.

He thinks at first he'll be in the captains' office, but when he pokes his head in he just finds that Stede and Ed are taking a nap together, and he's not in the galley either, or in the main room.

He hears the plucking of his lute down the corridor, though, and he follows it, frowns when he realises he's in Ivan and Fang's cabin, because he's pretty sure they're both above decks... And they also share it with Izzy.

The door is ajar (Izzy's weirdly fussy about doors being closed behind him) and Lucius pokes his head in, feels his eyebrows raise.

Frenchie has one long leg hanging off of Izzy's bunk, swinging it idly as he plucks at his strings and sings and hums under his breath, his lute resting on his belly.

Izzy's crammed into the little desk he has underneath his bunk, his brow furrowed, his lips twisted in a frown, and his head rested against his hands as he makes notes.

"Is that hard?" asks Frenchie.

"It's easier when people aren't asking me stupid questions," says Izzy.

"There's no such thing as stupid questions," says Frenchie. "That's what Captain Bonnet says."

"You know damn well that your captain's an idiot," says Izzy, and Frenchie chuckles, loosely holding the lute against his chest as he grips the edge of the bunk and hangs his head over the side of the berth, looking down at Izzy.

"You want me to play you something?" he asks.

"What you were doing was fine," says Izzy. His voice is tight, and he refuses to look up at Frenchie, but Frenchie grins wildly, his eyes alight, as he glances in Lucius' direction and then back down at Izzy.

"You like Barbara Allen?"

"I don't give a fuck, Frenchie."

"You want me to go?"

"You don't have to go."

He said that quickly. Frenchie exhales, looking pleased, and he gives Lucius a wink.

"Do you want something, Spriggs?" demands Izzy - he hasn't even looked up from his log, and Lucius hadn't even known he knew he was there.

"Just looking for Frenchie."

"He's occupied," barks Izzy.

"Yeah, Lucius," agrees Frenchie, not without salacious emphasis in his voice, "I'm occupied." He starts to pluck at the strings again, and tries to say, "Why don't you join in, babe?"

"Don't push it," says Izzy.

He's almost smiling, Lucius thinks. Almost.

"Out, Spriggs," Izzy growls, and Lucius gives Frenchie a cheery laugh before he moves out into the corridor.

#ouizzy #fanfic #our flag means death

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izzy-b-hands · 3 months

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Life After

Cjizzy smut with ftm Izzy is below the cut! Post S2 fix it; everyone is alive and horny and dealing with an increased sense of their own mortality! In particular, these two lol. Implied polycule and open relationships for Izzy with the rest of the crew as well. Gonna eventually get this on ao3, but for now, on here at least lol.

TW for mention of Izzy's near death experience re: the gunshot wound.

“I just don’t want to think for a little bit,” Izzy murmurs as he settles into Jack’s lap and onto his cock.

“We can do that,” Jack’s hands are warm on his bare back, running slowly, gently, up and down it. “You sit here with me, and we’ll take care of you.”

They’re on a spare cot in the rec room of the ship, where Frenchie ordered quarters be made up for Jack after they found him floating adrift on the waves.

Roach has addressed the wound in Jack’s torso, mostly healed, but a bit of additional babying and care won’t do it any harm from the looks of it.

He tries to be mindful of it as he rests against Jack, letting his head drop to Jack’s shoulder.

“You’re okay,” Jack says softly, soothingly, rocking slightly with the sway of the ship. “I got you. We’re just gonna have some fun, fuck, and not think about anything we don’t wanna.”

He nods into Jack, lifting his head enough to press kisses to his shoulder, his neck, collarbone. The sun wasn’t quite down when they found him, but it’s been cold enough that his skin is still icy to the touch.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to say goodbye to Ed,” Izzy starts, but Jack shushes him.

“Don’t worry about any of that right now,” Jack says. “I’m sure I’ll run into him again someday, one way or another. Can I roll us over?”

“I’m good with that.”

Despite his more-than-occasional frustrations with Jack, he’s never worried about his safety in Jack’s arms. Now is no different, as Jack holds him close and rolls them over, a hand behind his head helping to guide it onto the cot’s pillow.

“I missed you,” Jack’s head drops down to kiss at his neck, breath warm on his skin. “Been too long since we did anything like this.”

“Maybe I should have been following you around for years,” Izzy mutters. “We could have had more opportunities.”

“Don’t start,” Jack sing-songs softly. “I know your brain. I know how it goes, once you let it get going. It’s been trying to eat you alive with everything that’s happened, hasn’t it?”

He doesn’t need to tell Jack, he knows Jack already knows that’s the truth. He barely made it through the group retelling of everything that’s happened over the last few months without breaking into tears, and it was obvious to everyone the state he was in.

“Let it shut off for tonight,” Jack continues, pausing to kiss him more, each kiss increasingly frantic, like he can’t get enough. “You convinced them to bring me onboard and take care of me. Let me take care of you.”

That does it, and he can’t stop the tears.

“I got you,” Jack thrusts slowly, mindfully. “If you need me to adjust, or stop-”

“I’ll let you know,” Izzy can hear himself sniffling, and wishes he could make himself stop. “I’m good. You’ve never felt anything other than fucking perfect inside me anyway.”

“Now you’re just bein’ nice,'' Jack chuckles, moving to kiss at the side of his eyes, catching the tears as they fall. “But I’ll take the compliment.”

He lets himself melt into the next few kisses, feeling Jack finally start to warm up as they move together.

“Speaking of compliments,” Jack blushes as he thrusts harder. “How would you feel about going for a second round?”

“That close?”

“Oh god, don’t mention it,” Jack laughs softly. “I’m trying to not think about it, so I don’t. You know. But I wanted to warn you-”

“Come in me,” he whispers it into Jack’s ear, nipping gently at his earlobe.

There are a lot of sounds he would admit he finds satisfying, but hearing Jack moan and whimper while his cock pulses inside of him is one of the few that’s in the top five.

“Sorry,” Jack mutters. “Fuck.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Izzy rubs gently at the back of Jack’s neck, running his fingers through his hair. “I like it. And thank you for the compliment with that.”

“You’re welcome,” Jack laughs. “Can I stay inside you?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

They readjust again, flipping so Jack can lay on his back.

“Your leg okay?” Jack tentatively touches the spot where Izzy’s knee used to be.

His prosthetic is set carefully against the nearest wall, along with the pile of their clothes. “I’m okay. I’ll let you know when I need to move. Honestly, if anything, now I don’t have to worry about that knee giving out on me if I ride you. No guarantee on the other one though.”

Jack giggles, hands roaming over Izzy’s thighs. “We got matching torso wounds too now. Ain’t that special?”

“Ed and Stede have left their marks on us both,” Izzy mutters. He can’t pretend he wasn’t thinking a bit about Ed when Jack came in him, if only because Ed used to love fucking him and cockwarming until round two as much as Jack does. That, and the way Ed used to thank him for it, peppering his face with kisses, smiling in that uniquely relaxed way in the moment-

“Yeah,” Jack’s voice interrupts his thoughts, a hand reaching up to cup his face. “They left that and more on you, didn’t they?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“I’m just callin’ it like I see it,” Jack shrugs. “If they’d been smart, they would have kept you for themselves at that inn.”

“And have me do what, exactly? How would I have been of any use to them?”

He doesn’t mean it to come out so harsh, so forceful, but it’s been haunting him since they left the inn. At sea, he can do most of what he used to, albeit more slowly and with accommodation on the days everything hurts and refuses to stop. Those are the days he dreads the most, when the phantom pain in his leg distracts overwhelmingly and the spot where the bullet tried to go through his gut itches and twinges, making him worry he won’t be able to keep up with the rest of the crew.

There’s only been a couple days where he genuinely couldn’t, and stayed back from a raid. No one has held it against him, and Frenchie has told him he can take as many of those days as he needs. He appreciates it, but it somehow doesn’t make it any easier when he’s stuck there, left to hope that everyone will come back okay, that they won’t need his help-

“You keep disappearing into that brain of yours,” Jack interrupts his thoughts again. “Stay here with me.”

He sighs softly, and tries to focus on the moment. How he can feel Jack getting hard again inside of him, the occasional twitch. The warmth of being pressed so close together there, with Jack’s other hand gently teasing his cock and the lips of his cunt as they splay around Jack’s cock.

“Fuck me,” Jack murmurs, head dropping back onto the pillow on the cot.

“I’m working on it,” Izzy scoffs playfully. “I thought we were giving you some more time before the next round.”

“Yeah, no, we are,” Jack mumbles. “Just. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Not already-”

“You know very well I’m not there yet,” Jack interrupts. “But goddamn it might not take me long again. I know you might have meant for this to be a one night thing-”

He leans down and kisses Jack. “I’m up for it for as long as you want to hang around with us. And you might as well stay, you’re safer here than anywhere else right now. You have to behave yourself though.”

“I won’t kill anybody else’s birds.”

“No, you fucking won’t,” Izzy flexes himself around Jack’s cock, grinning when Jack whimpers. “Stede told me all about that fucking mess. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” Jack replies. “Got no excuse. I fucked up.”

“Well, Buttons is a bird himself now, so you’ll do well to make sure you don’t go after any gulls,” Izzy murmurs into his ear, in between kisses and nipping bites to his neck. “Or the crew will gut you alive.”

“And you’ll watch?”

“If you’d want me to.”

“Kinky, nasty, little fucker,” Jack laughs, pulling himself up to sit against the wall the cot is pushed against with a groan. “Ugh. Felt that right in the cannonball wound.”

“Then let me handle this round,” he shifts on Jack’s cock, letting himself move just enough to make Jack moan again. “I do mean it though. I asked Frenchie when we were pulling you up, if you could stay. As long as you keep your shit together and don’t kill anyone, you’re welcome here.”

“I’d like that,” Jack sighs, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Come here.”

Jack’s hands move from where they’d been resting loosely on his hips, and his arms wrap around him to pull him closer.

He waits for a nod and affirming grunt from Jack before he starts to fuck him in earnest, grinding on his cock.

“I never understood it,” Jack mumbles as they fuck. “How Ed wasn’t fuckin’. Doing everything he could to keep you happy, keep you right by him-”

“He knew I wouldn’t leave,” Izzy murmurs against Jack’s lips before kissing him. “And I didn’t. Not even at the end. Not even when I felt goddamn close to it-”

“You were that close to going? To dyin-”

“I don’t know if a person is supposed to see anything in particular when they nearly die,” Izzy continues, switching to a gentle bounce on Jack’s cock, leaning harder on his full leg to move like he wants. “But I didn’t see jack shit except the light fading. It was close.”

Jack’s hands move back to his hips, helping him bounce. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

He almost stops moving, out of shock. “I thought you weren’t that sentimental.”

But Jack’s head drops against his shoulder, and he switches back to grinding as Jack holds him close and tight, so tight it almost hurts.

Jack’s shoulders hitch, and he moves his hands to rub the back of Jack’s neck. “Hey, I’m here. I’m okay. Slower, still learning how to move like I want to with all of this, but-”

“I don’t think you’ve lost any of your skill with moving,” Jack sniffles, raising his head, tears still falling. “Not like this, at least.”

“Goddamn it,” Izzy sighs, feeling tears at the edges of his eyes. “I just fucking stopped crying.”

“Fuck it, cry while you fuck me,” Jack sobs it as much as he says it. “Maybe we both need it.”

He can’t deny that, even if he doesn’t like it. There’s something fucked up but freeing, fucking Jack as hard as he can, ignoring the ache of his hips, while he lets himself go and weeps into Jack’s shoulder.

“I know you got everybody on here lookin’ after you, whether you’re fucking them or not,” Jack says after a few moments. “But while I’m here, however much longer I manage to survive…I got you too, okay? I want to look after you.”

“If you wanted me to stop crying, you’re going to be disappointed,” Izzy gasps in between something that’s not quite a moan, but not quite a sob. “I love you; you absolute twat.”

“I love you too,” Jack sighs happily. “I don’t normally like saying all that sentimental shit, but it feels so good right now. You can take the piss out of me later for this, but…can you say it again?”

“I love you,” Izzy repeats, breathing into Jack’s mouth before another kiss. “I love you, despite everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve done to each other-”

“You’ve only ever shouted at me, and usually for good reason,” Jack interjects softly, his hips thrusting up to meet Izzy’s movement. “I know you’re feeling good or you would have stopped this by now, but-”

“I’m close,” Izzy murmurs. Jack, bless him, has always been a bit bad at noticing when he’s close. He’s gotten better over the years, but he can’t fault him for being distracted enough to struggle with it tonight. “Either keep doing that, or-”

“Tell me how you want it,” Jack’s arms are warm around him, hips thrusting up harder now. “Quicklike, if you could, though.”

“Either like this, or flip us over again,” he’s actively holding off now, wanting to come as close to when Jack does as possible. “I’d say prone, but-”

“You do love it like that, don’t you?” Jack chuckles.

“I do, but I want to see you when I come,” Izzy continues. He can hear himself panting, and the rest of the crew can probably hear them if they’re in any of the nearby rooms. He doesn’t care; he can apologise for it later. “And if you’re not biting my neck when you come, or kissing me, or something-”

“I know how you like it,” Jack smirks as he moves them, helping Izzy get onto his back without his cock slipping out too much. “If you’re feeling up to it, later we could try it out prone bone. Make sure it still feels as good as it used to.”

“I think we’d better make sure.”

Jack laughs, thrusting hard. “Are you-”

“If you stop, I’ll stab you directly in your fucking cannonball wound.”

Jack laughs again, shoulders shaking, tears still falling. “I fucking love you.”

“Then come in me again.”

He lets himself go just as he feels Jack’s cock start to pulse, drifting on a wave of pleasure that leaves him moaning loud enough that the rest of the crew will definitely hear.

Jack swallows up his moan in another kiss, panting into his mouth. “I know I just said it, but-”

“Keep telling me,” Izzy interrupts. He’s tired of trying to figure out if what he feels is the same as what other people would call ‘love.’ All he knows is he likes Jack, likes being this close to him, and only wants more of it. Maybe that’s love to him, even if it isn’t love to anyone else. It was enough love for him and Ed, for the longest time. “Tell me, please-”

“I love you,” Jack murmurs into another kiss. “I do. The way things are going, we all might be dead in a week. I’m gonna say it and make up for the years I couldn’t, wouldn’t. I love you.”

They lay there, in a sweaty heap, gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths as they come down together.

“I made you a fucking mess,” Jack sighs after another moment. “Can I eat it out of you?”

He cackles. He can’t help it. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

Jack moves to settle between his legs, and he lets his eyes shut.

“There you go,” Jack murmurs as he kisses Izzy’s thighs. “We spent most of this time talking, didn’t turn your brain off at all. Now though-”

“Not a single thought,” Izzy interrupts with a contented sigh. It’s been awhile since he’s had anyone do this particular bit, and he’s tempted to ask Frenchie, Roach, and the other crew members he’s been spending nights with if they’d be into it at all. “I promise. Just gonna lay here. Catch my breath-”

“And let me make you come again while I eat you out,” Jack smiles, his head lifted for a brief moment, nose prodding at Izzy’s cock. “Good boy.”

That shuts the rest of his thoughts off, and he can only focus on threading his hands through Jack’s hair, and the feeling of Jack’s lips and tongue on the folds of his cunt.

#text post #cjizzy #the title is eh but i couldn't find any lyrics I liked enough so i just winged that lol #making myself title it now so I don't get caught up on that when i put this up on ao3 fdjakljdasf #it's nearly 430 in the morning and i gotta get my tshot done but pls enjoy this thing where i project a bit onto both of them lmao #it's all good it got some emotions out and writing smut is just. always so satisfying #just feels good to have a completed and published piece too tbh

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[2022.10.07] 7th day || Piercings

“So you had ‘em pierced?”

Frenchie’s almost slurred question, poorly formulated against his skin, makes Izzy turn, his gaze shifting from the yellowed page of Machiavelli’s The Prince to the thick curly hair of his partner. His brows knit at the lad who's still half-asleep, Frenchie’s head resting on his chest, and the inked x right under Izzy’s eye twitches subconsciously.

“What?” He snaps, more puzzled than angered.

“Here,” adds Frenchie, being straightforward, one hand trailing on Izzy’s bare torso radiating so much heat, feeling his chest hair under his palm and lightly squeezing his breast. Izzy snorts loudly at this, barely disturbed, and hums as if he’s still waiting for an answer. “Your nipple. Was it pierced before?”

“Is that the first fucking thing you could think of in the morning?”

His response comes first with a lazy shake of his head, Izzy not understanding if it’s a yes or a no, and after that, Frenchie mutters something again. “Mhm, not really,” he groans while sliding one leg between Izzy’s, “Israel told me over dinner yesterday—”

“Christ... For fuck’s sake, Frenchie, that’s what you absolute imbeciles are talkin’ about-nhh—” Izzy whimpers, writhing in a little brief pain because Frenchie has pinched his nipple between his fingers, feeling how callouses they are, doing everything with his eyes closed and his head plopped on Izzy’s chest, seemingly still blissfully sleeping. “Y-you’re a f-fuckin’ moron—”

Frenchie mildly chuckles as he lets him go, not before taking some time to appreciate his lover’s wonderful and sweet noises, his bristles scratchy against Izzy's skin. “Is that a compliment?” The gentle pressure over his chest makes the older man squirm, his cheeks red from the breath he's holding. “You sure are sensible, Iz.”

“Shut up.” He hisses, shushing him. “What... What has he told ye?”

Frenchie doesn’t say anything in particular right away, tantalises the pebbled skin blowing warm air over it and presses the peak of his nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “After joining Hornigold’s crew, you lost a bet with Edward and Jack, an’ you ended up with your nipple pierced. Less adventurous than what I'd thought.”

Izzy nods, agreeing with the story the younger self has told Frenchie and grimaces at the remembrance of that night, not because of the pain... That was— a tolerable pain, but because of the humiliation. “Hah, well, you idiot had you-only-know-what in mind. It’s just some piercings, Frenchie, and the hole closed up long ago after I stopped wearin' them. Nothing more. Yer thinking I had some crazy story for it?”

“Maybe you were getting ‘em to impress someone.” Frenchie sighs and Izzy can read the brazenness in his voice. He finally lifts his gaze, smirking at Izzy with his smile wide on his lips, “What if I’d asked Jim to pierce mine?”

“Are you? Tryin’ to impress someone?” And what comes out of Izzy’s mouth is such a warm laugh, a genuine laugh— because what the hell was that?

Frenchie’s smile’s not fading, though. His mouth corners are quivering, lifting even more as he props his chin on the heel of his hand. “May be.”

#ofmdkinktober #ofmdnsfw #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #frenchie #ouizzy #frenchizzy #frenzzy #izzy x frenchie #ofmd izzy #ofmd frenchie

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chucktaylorupset · 2 years

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ficlet based on this post by @itsclydebitches about periodic tantrum thrower izzy

Roach burst onto the deck, cleaver in hand and eyes wild. "He's taken them."

Frenchie looked up from his idle strumming of his lute. He muzzily tried to muster up this urgency that Roach's situation seemed to demand, but it was locked away on the other side of the wall of golden heat from the late afternoon sun.

"You mean taken off?" Frenchie hazarded. His voice came out with a bit of a wheeze.

"Would that be news? No." No, it would not be. Ever since the thing with the captains reunion, and then the escape, and then the meeting the real actual seventy-foot long kraken, and the marriage thing, everyone had agreed that it was time to settle down on the excitement on the revenge. The only interruption to their leisurely pleasure cruise around the Caribbean was Izzy's need for a periodic-- near clockwork in its regularity-- strop, forswearing vengeance against Blackbeard, Stede Fucking Bonnet, and the crew, and taking off in the rowboat.

Usually he spent a day working it off, then circled the ship to sneak aboard at night. He often had the look, upon his return, of a wet cat, only far less cute.

"I mean that Izzy Hands--" Roach pronounced the name like it was a curse, "--has taken my strawberries which I need to make the birthday cake."

Ah. The provisions Izzy took for the journey normally were lovingly handpicked by Captain Stede, who would stand next to his co-captain as they both saw Izzy off with the indulgent air of two fathers sending their kindergartner out for a playdate.

Frenchie squinted at the sun above. It made his already itchy eyes sting. "Sorry to hear that mate. Shouldn't you have it in the oven already? It's getting close to the birthday girl's party time."

The birthday girl in question was nowhere to be seen. But her partner, the feared Catken nee Edfurred Teach, was being pet and held by Wee John what he had deemed a safe distance away from Frenchie across the deck. Before that, hehad been stretched out with him, fearsomely enjoying the warmth of the sun, hence Frenchie's current wheezing and eye itching now. Frenchie hopefully cast about for his partner, maybe Miss Stede Pawnnet, would be willing to sneak in more snuggles.

"The cake is in the oven." Roach gestured with the cleaver. It was not a wild gesture, it was in fact a controlled movement, but the fact that is was a cleaver made Frenchie's brain want to exaggerate. "These were for decorations. I'm going to make little cats out of strawberries. And I'm going to make little strips of tanning leather out of First Mate Hands' hide."

Frenchie tried and failed to imagine how the former would be done or what the final result would be. While he could easily imagine what a strung up Izzy Hands would look like, and would be it was not the first time this particular fantasy had been imagined, he couldn't see how Roach could do the cats, though he believed it. At the last crew sharing circle Roach had revealed his cooking training had come from serving under a Chinese chef pirate on another ship, and that he had taken the practice of only using a cleaver. They had other knives, sent as part of the intrepid new business scam from their Sikh friends. They hung on a decorative rack giving the kitchen a piratical air, though they were never used.

Frenchie was going have to get up from the deck. He was going to have to leave his lute and best mate and potential for sneaking in more snotty wheezing pets of the cat in order to make sure Roach didn't murder Izzy Hands, and that the light torture that would necessarily supplant that would take a short enough time that there was still time to make the strawberry cats for the cake. Frenchie gave a deep sigh.

A slow thunk, of wood upon, wood, hit up against the boat.

All three crew members shared a wary glance, and then slowly moved towards the edge of the boat. Roach had his cleaver at the ready, Frenchie reversed his grip on his lute, holding it like a club, he really didn't want to break it, but he also really didn't want to die. Wee John Feeney moved to protect Edfurred Teach shifting his grip to hold her in one hand while the other was clenched in a ready fist.

They looked over the side to see Izzy Hands. In his arms was a luxuriously fluffy white cat. On his face were three suspiciously parallel lacerations. Izzy looked like a murderous toddler, though his grip on the cat in his arms was careful. Either out of genuine care or to avoid being scratched. In a corner of the boat was a pack, the top of which sat a parcel of untouched bright red strawberries. Izzy was doing his best to not look like someone who had come back to save the birthday part of a cat that hated him. He did not succeed.

#my post #fic #my fic #ofmd #our flag means death

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len-scrive · 2 years

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Rating: Mature

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Relationships: Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Characters: Edward Teach/Blackbeard, Stede Bonnet, Lucius, Jim, Frenchie, Izzy Hands

Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (not so much hurt), talking, explanations, reconciliation, Blackbonnet, post season 1

Language: English

Summary: Stede gets back to the ship, but Ed is not ready to talk yet.

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Izzy pushed him hard on his chest, Stede fell heavily on the chair behind him.

“I’ve anticipated some hostility from your part but…”

“Shut it! Idiot!”

Stede closed his mouth and stayed still. His tied hands went straight up to cover his face.

“Only an idiot could think to come back on this ship,” Izzy smiled wickedly, “Well, even better, we’ll fix this shit once and for all.”

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A few words.

Which are never lacking in my fanfictions, but in this one in particular they are necessary.

Our Flag Means Death is perfect to me. We now have a second season and I couldn’t be happier, but even if the first season had been all there was, this show has given me back ten years of life and a lot of hope for the future.

I’ve already written on my blog and on Twitter a lot about what I think of it.

I’ll continue writing, because OFMD really gave me everything I wanted to see on screen: respect, humor, representation, spectacular women and love in all its forms. And it still has a lot to say, for that I can’t wait for the second season (and another thirty-five seasons more), but in the first season there’s already no doubt that Ed and Stede love each other. No matter how they broke up, IT IS SURE that they love each other just as it is sure that they will find each other again.

So I didn't feel the NEED to write, because to me that is a certainty, I don't need to say anything about it. Just as I don't need to say anything about characters who express their love without fear and without holding back anything. A sigh of relief.

This experiment of mine therefore doesn’t fix anything, it’s not written to suffer less, nor to get better.

It’s a microscopic tribute to that pirate world of the 1700s in which I felt more at home than anywhere else nowadays and it’s a tribute to a beautiful love story that made my heart beat faster. It hardly ever happens with love stories, not since Hannibal and Will.

And this story is also an excuse to make these two talk, because I love how they talk to each other, how they interact, how they respect and love each other with all that simplicity.

Because love is easy, as Mary says, and I couldn't agree more with her.

I wrote this in Italian, my native language, and then I felt the need to share it in English too. I tried my best to do a good job meanwhile trying also to keep my writing style, which is obviously more suitable to Italian. I hope I didn’t do any wrong to my second favourite language. :)

As always, if you need any explanation I’m here.

It will not be the only experiment, because it seems that the guys here are talking about some things, but not all of them, so we need to continue. On that ship there is more to deal with.

For now let’s see how this goes.

Enjoy the reading.

Len

#Our Flag Means Death #Our Flag Means Death Fanfictions #Fanfiction #Blackbonnet #Ed Teach #Stede Bonnet #Blackbeard

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