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Moonlight Dalliance / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: I wrote this a couple of weeks ago but I think I might have accidentally deleted it off Tumblr because I can’t find it now! Hope you enjoy and I’ll have another request out asap! 😘

Warning: spicy, implied sexual content, sword fighting, mentions of blood and some strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or it’s characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @goodsirs.)

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Before you had even reached the deck, you could hear the clashing of steel reverberating through your bunk.

If it hadn't been for the pouring of sawdust through the cracks in the ceiling beams that rained down like ash over your nostrils: if it hadn't been for the graceful leaps of careful footsteps lightly stepping in box squares above your hammock, you might have chalked down the noise to Roach's snoring. In fact, as you swing your legs over to your side and try, as quietly as possible, to land on the floor of the recreation room without waking as many as your ship mates as possible, said cook was trying to do his best impression of what could only be called a foghorn mixed with an incredibly rusty blender.

'For God's sake-!' The sound of Lucius' voice disturbing you as you were trying to tip toe towards the door almost makes you jump out of your skin. Unravelling Black Pete's arm from around his waist, he gives a final groan into the side of his pillow before throwing it in a wide arch straight at Roach's head. 'If you don't stop snoring I'll stick my wooden thumb, splinters and all, straight up your ar-.'

Thankfully, the sound of you wincing as you grab onto the handle and inch the hinges slowly backwards is drowned out by a stout HMPH as Lucius' pillow lands on Button's stomach. You can't help but let out a snicker at the way the man shoots straight up from his slumber like a scarecrow being raised in a field. He arches one eyebrow and glanced around intently. 'Attack, we're under attack!' You take the opportunity of your fellow crewmates either lunging out of their hammocks, or being tipped out onto the floor during the frantic hustle and bustle that followed to escape out to the helm of the ship. In fact, Wee John seemed to take far too much pleasure out of twirling the Swede's hammock so that the man ended up a mess of tangled limbs, yelping like a fly caught up in a spider's web as Oluwande tried to grab his arm and pull him back out. You didn't mind the good natured jostle of your friends: you had spent so much of the evening tossing and turning, unable to get the thought of one arrogant prick in particular out of your mind, and so the excuse to leave your bunk and get some fresh air was more than welcome.

The sea air - god, the sea air felt so kind on your tired lungs.

The night seemed fragile, the moonlight tender as it spilt over the creaking boards of the ship and pooled in a warm puddle around your feet. It seemed to widen within your eyes, a fine mist spraying like a wicked phantasm from its shadows and coating the surrounding sea in thin tendrils of smoke. With a mind hazed with tiredness, you rubbed at the corners of your eyes and tried to chase away that dream-like glow only the late night could bring. The sails caught in the mild wind and groaned above you, masking out the sounds of Izzy's short pants as he wiped his forehead with the untucked end of his shirt. In fact, not realising yet that you were standing only a mere few metres away from him, he grabbed his shoulder and tugged his shirt off completely, discarding it with a frustrated throw at Stede's cabin doors.

Two hands grip tighter on the wood, willing its body to relax. The tang of salt could do nothing to burn away the fizzling want banging against your ribcage, nor could the cool pinch of the helm railings distract you from the fact that you had spent every second of that day restless; as if on repeat, every time you closed your eyes, or had your thoughts distracted away from repairing the helm, or talking to Lucius, or exploring the islands Stede had insisted you all stop at so he could take Edward off on some grand adventure, you were taken back to that afternoon. The feel of Izzy Hands, the soft ache in his eyes, so desolate, so hopeful: when he had been congratulating you on a job well done fighting off some remote Englishman who had tried to ambush your crew once you had docked, and behind the thrum of his beating heart he hadn't the wit to stop his arm from reaching out and brushing the back of his knuckles against the droplets of blood splattered on your cheek.

His smile had dropped almost immediately of course, and he had run like a gun was being unloaded against his heels back into his quarters and hid there for the night, but the look in his eyes when he had touched you... god, if it wasn't enough to make Davy Jones repent his sins, for even his adoration for Calypso would seem like hatred in comparison.

Yet only the smoky gleam of the moon melting over the champagne waves kept your aching head company. The moon, being a sneaky temptress, was in fact the one thing that drew you to the cause of your distraction; squinting down onto the deck, it took you a minute to remember the reason you had come up here in the first place.

Izzy Hands. In the flesh. And lots of it, if the sweaty gleam of his bare chest was anything to go by.

It takes a moment for your mind to shape the shifting umbra into a perceptible form: he looks angry, furious, even, as his sword slices the misty air like swiss cheese and gives lashes to the main mast. The cherry wood cracks easily under the weight of his blows, the poor shaved shards that land by his feet obviously taking the brunt of the walloping you can only assume is meant for your captain.

Swallowing your nerves, you call out to the fickle shape. 'What are you doing wandering about at a time like this?'

He startles as you wander across the ship towards him, perching back against the side of the mast he was currently tearing to shreds. Incredulously, he looks you up and down before bowing his sword. Your laughter sweetens the edge of his blade, and for a moment Izzy's step falters at the sound.

‘I could ask you the very same thing. Don't you know that all the horrifying creatures slink out from the depths after the full moon rises.' He tilts his head at you, pushing his tongue up against his teeth to stop a smile from breaking like welcome dawn across his face. 'Would hate to see you get dragged away by something... wanton.'

You scratch your cheek, trying your best to hide how you were growing flustered at his words. 'Well, at least if I get dragged away I'll be going with clothes on.’

He flushed at that, head tilting down as he crossed his arms gruffly over his abdomen and blinked languidly.

'What are you actually still doing awake?', you ask, crossing your arms and doing your best not to fantasize about leaping forward and ripping the rest of his trousers straight off with one tear.

'I couldn't sleep.' What he didn't tell you, was that he couldn't sleep because he was so in love with you his heart felt like it was going to bleed out of his fucking chest any time he tried to distract himself from thoughts of you.

'Yeah, neither could I.' What you didn't tell him, was that you couldn't sleep because you were dreaming of grabbing Izzy by that scruffy collar and kissing him silly.

A tense silence suffocated the two of you, sliced only by Izzy shooting his sword through the air with one last precise carve through the freshly hollowed mast. Izzy whips out his wrist, clenching his fingers into a tight fist to try and alleviate some of the burning tension running through his joints at the desperation to touch you.

‘You did well today. As much as I hate to admit it, you can fight better than any of those other morons.’

‘A compliment? From Izzy Hands? Pinch me, I must still be dream-‘

‘Your footwork is a little rusty, though. Could use some work, so you don’t trip over and fall on your own bloody sword.’

‘There we go. There’s always a but with you, isn’t there? You can’t just give the compliment and leave it hanging.’

'I'm just saying... it would be a real shame to pierce such a breast.' Your breath hitches as his eyes dip down to contemplate the sliver of skin still on show between the free flowing buttons of your dress shirt. He sniffles, fingers almost indiscernibly tightening around the metal of the hilt as he did his best to stifle the overflowing shiver that was running up and down his legs. He keeps a tight watch on you for a moment, before biting his bottom lip with his top teeth and darting his eyes out towards the ocean, both incredibly aroused and also incredibly sheepish from having shown such weakness.

'And to ruin such a fine blade.'

He runs his hand across his beard, motion tired yet calculated. Too jolted to speak, let alone run away back down to your bunk and hide your head underneath Oluwande's arm for the rest of time, you leave Izzy the perfect opportunity to pounce.

’Here… come here’, his knuckles fold as he beckons you forward with one hand, his other still resting on the hilt of his rapier as he jabbed it into the floor and let it drop after a moment. If he had let it go just then, as he watched the swish of your hips approach him, he had a pretty good feeling his knees would buckle underneath him. ‘I have far more experience than you do. You ought to learn from a real pirate. Not the hoity toity arsehole that runs around this ship like a headless chicken.’

‘If I remember correctly’, you say sharply with a growing smile, ‘you lost against that headless chicken.’

‘Don’t.’ Before you have time to realise what’s happening, Izzy has grabbed you by the waist and rugged you back. He prays you didn’t hear the hoarse groan that jilted from the back of his throat as your buttocks bounced back against the tensed muscles of his lower abdomen. His voice is gruff and warm against the shell of your ear, but his fingertips burn with the ferociousness of a thousand lantern fires as he snakes his free hand around your shoulders and grips onto the bottom of your chin.

'Don't tease me. It won't end well for you.' His thumb digs into your jaw as he tilts your head back, and you can feel his smirk branding it’s way into the bare strip of skin between the nape or your neck and the hollow of your earlobe. Your head is fully resting back against his forehead now, and his vice on you only lessens once he’s content that you’re too far gone to step away from him.

'Put your foot... here', he guides your right foot forward with the toe of his boot, almost sinfully slowly so he could feel every twitch and tense of your quadriceps against the inside of his thigh. 'There you go, lean your weight forward-'.

He tips you then, doubling you over so your back is pushed down against his groin. You swear you can feel the curls of his hair fall in loose curls down against the small of your back, gathering that his head must be hovering just above your tailbone. For your own sake, to stop your legs from turning into jelly and letting your full weight fall so easily into Izzy's grip, you pretend the haunting moaning sound you hear must be from the hinges of the sails as they turn through the night sky.

'Perfect form', he breathes out in a short gasp against the shell of your ear once he's collected himself, his arm tightening around your stomach as he places you. His right hand drags down your arm, teasingly burning a trail right down over the back of your hand and onto your fingers as he entraps them with his own. He turns your hand, his own clenching so they fold over your own. 'That's it, now jut forward and strike.'

His knee pushes against the side of your buttocks as he jumps the two of you forward; he shoves a little too harshly, though, and just before your feet nearly trip backwards over the rotund exterior of a rogue barrel, Izzy's hand has shot out like a viper to latch its teeth around your wrist. His fingers squeeze as he tilts you upright again, a sharp exhale whistling out of his nose at how close you come to falling into his chest.

'You're not a bad teacher', you manage to laugh out between gasps, 'but unless you're packing... who doesn't bring a weapon to a sword fight?' Straddling to the side, you manage to slide down and grab onto his discarded sword, sweeping the tip through the air until it landed just below his chin. Tilting the skin up, you gaze down at him through dropped eyelids, his fingers now nearly convulsing against your wrist.

You manage to break free of his hold, grabbing onto his bare arm and pulling him so now he was the one caught in your trap. Your bicep holds around his stomach, moving with each tremble of his breath as you graze the sharp edge of his rapier down across his face and jut it under his jaw.

The bastard only smiles as you hold the edge of his blade against his throat.

'Did you really think you could win this fight?', he asks between the tight lips of a knowing smile, and it takes you a second to realise that his free hand has wrapped round to hold onto yours on top of the handle. He shoves the blade away, kicking out with his foot so you trip backwards. He easily catches you before you hit the ground.

You dance your fingers up his chest as he holds you tight against him, dipped down like lovers do during the first dance. All the stars burn deep within the depths of his soul, pouring out like razing destruction from his eyes as he keeps darting a path between your nose, and back down to your lips.

'I don't think you won this either, Izzy Hands. In fact, I think we both lost something here.' You spread your fingers out over the bare skin across his pec, feeling the flittering thud of his heart pound out against your fingertips.

By god, if he had ever been so delighted to lose.

His lips ravish you like a man shrivelled under the island sun, desperate to drown; before your gasp can fully deflate from your lungs, your legs have been kicked out from underneath you by a swift and skilled kick from the side of his boot.

Oh, he had been planning this for a long time. Had been thinking of nothing but this since he had boarded this vessel. The tightness of his arm as it snakes around your back and stops your shoulders from taking the brunt of the bounce off the boards: the way he throws his rapier behind his back without a second care, instead replacing his clenched fingers with the reddened meat of your hip as he levers you down was far too precise and meticulous to be a mere spur of the moment, subconscious thought.

An uncomfortable heat shivers over your torso and settles as an anchor weight in the pit of your stomach as Izzy grazes his right hand over the top of your thigh. Plop. Plop. Plop. His leather gloves ball as he taps his finger one by one, teasingly, against your inner thigh, using them to shove your legs wider apart. His lips pull away with a sickeningly sweet pop from your neck only for a second, as he breathlessly glances his eyes in a jagged path across your face.

He looks wonderstruck.

You can't help but reach out to touch the tough muscle of his left peck, swirling your finger across the short strands of his chest hair. The soft scrape of your fingernail soon turns into your fingers fully spreading out like the tendrils of a swift current once you feel him bury his head into the curve of your neck; his chin juts into your pulse point and the bastard has the audacity to whimper at the feel of your palm brushing over the hardened tip of his nipple.

If he wasn't living out all of his deepest, darkest dreams, the man nearly collapsed on top of you may have felt embarrassed at the way his pelvis began to buck down and brush the tightening leather over the rising line of skin underneath your belly button. In your turn to be bashful, you can feel a flush crawl over your cheeks as Izzy grabs onto the bottom of your thigh and tugs you closer, fist clenching over your ankle as he throws your right leg up and over the side of his hip bone. His hands are surprisingly soft, surprisingly gentle as he claws and kneads and mewls into you, his lips dragging down and over to the side of your jaw now with quick, tempered nicks.

You're scared his skin is going to melt off at the bone with how it burns against your hip: it holds tightly to the side of your pelvis, his thumb toying with the tassels hanging from the band of your trousers as he impetuously grinds down against you again. You can feel his shit eating smirk as the flat edge of his tongue licks a hot streak up to the shell of your ear; he bites down, tugging at your earlobe and clenching his fingernails so tightly into the soft skin at the side of your buttocks that you were amazed he didn't draw blood.

‘What on earth was that noise?! What’s going on up here! Which hooligan is up making a ruckus on my ship? And so late! I know you wanted another bedtime story, but I told you, we all need our beauty sleep!’

The glim flicker of a handheld candle illuminated out from the stairway as the ruffled hair of your captain peered out past the door like a startled meerkat. With wide eyes, he mustered the courage to lift up the skirts of his nightshirt and take a step out onto the deck, away from the safety of Ed's gentle snores as they billowed out through the crack.

Before your captain can spot the two of you caught in such an awkward position: Izzy grinding against you like a needy dog, your hand bunched into a tight fist in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his taut waist, he shoves a gloved finger to your lips. Annoyed at being disturbed, you tilt the hand gripping his hair backwards and smirk to yourself as Izzy dips his head down to land between your breast bone to try and hide his groans.

Before you can tease him anymore, he's gripped onto your wrist and is tugging you up; he's near carrying you bridle style in his arms as he slips past the railings of the ship, mingling in with the shadows. His hand covers your mouth to stop your giggles, carrying you off down to the bunk of his room so the two of you can carry on your midnight dalliance where your poor, confused captain wouldn't be able to hear the pounding of the bed as its frame shudders against the wall and your screams echo out against the silent moonlight.

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Pride Got in the Way (Izzy Hands)

Pairing: Izzy Hands x Gender Neutral! Reader

Words: 5.6k+

Warning(s): HURT/COMFORT! ANGST! blood, verbal fighting, physical fighting, stab wounds, injuries, needles/stitches, swearing

A/N: IZZY BRAIN ROT. I am so obsessed with him right now omg, I just had to write this out.

Summary: You were tired of your lover, Izzy Hands, treating the crew of The Revenge you called family poorly, and decide to take a quiet walk out. Unfortunely, two muggers demanded your items.

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It was one of those rare stops that were made for The Revenge. There was a need to stock up on food and none of you wanted to get scurvy like Swede did. It was some small port that you and Ed pointed out to Stede that was mostly neutral to pirates. Although Izzy made sure to remind you and Edward that no one had to worry about the crew of the Revenge being taken as pirates. Despite loving the man to death, his comments about the crew and captain of The Revenge made you roll your eyes. You were Stede's first mate and held loyalty to the crew, regardless of your relationship with Blackbeard's first mate. Even with his comments, he had agreed to put up with "Stede Fucking Bonnet" and the crew for Edward and for you.

It was strange how you and Izzy fell together like long lost souls. You were one of the only ones deemed competent on the Revenge, with the inclusion of Jim. He saw how you handled yourself with a sword when he rescued you and a few others from the Spanish. He saw the potential you had and got to know you, helped better your swordsmanship before you two confessed feelings.

Currently, you and the rest of the crew were putting away all the food Stede had purchased for the vessel. You were close to finishing, hoisting the last bag of potatoes over your shoulder, Wee John carried up two crates of oranges right behind you, Stede and Lucius were carrying a few loaves of bread, and everyone followed along with the remaining groceries. When you got to the hull kitchen Roach pointed you to where he wanted the potatoes and after that you went back to the deck. 

You stood on deck towards the front of the ship, placing your hand on the shoulder you used to carry all the sacks. You rolled it and winced as some pain bloomed from your shoulder and shoulder blade to your spine. You cursed under your breath and dropped your hand, figuring you must of lifted something wrong and pulled a muscle. 

"Are you alright?" You heard Izzy's distinct voice behind you. You felt his hands caress the spots between your shoulder and neck, his thumbs kneaded circles into the tender flesh and muscles for just a few moments before he stood by your side. He never was much a fan displaying affection in front of the crew, despite everyone already figuring out you both were a couple.

"Yeah, I think I strained my shoulder carrying food. It'll probably heal in a few days. Are we leaving after this?" 

"Well, fucking Stede wants us all to go to the tavern and enjoy a night off." He scoffed.

"A night out sounds fun, it can be almost a proper date night." You smiled and watched his face visibly soften at that idea. 

"Will we still go to the tavern with...everyone... or..." His voice trailed at the thought, making you chuckle.

"I would like to spend an hour with everyone before we go off on our own for privacy." He rolled his eyes and you chuckled again. "I know you think less of our crew, but maybe this time on the land in a joyous occasion will be fun."

"Let's hope, my dear." You bit your tongue and looked down at the bustling docks. You hoped he held you as an exception to his discontentment but you can't help but feel hurt by his words, as you were still a key part in Stede's crew.

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The tavern was bustling with energy and lively music. Stede had promised to buy everyone their first round of ale, but you knew everyone was probably going to dip when morning comes. The crew were causing a ruckus but everyone seemed happy. Everyone except Israel Hands, who sat next to you in the back corner brooding. Every time you tried making conversation, it always resulted in him giving you short, half-assed replies. He hadn't even touched the drink Stede had bought him. You had it at his pride against your captain, the crew, and the way things are run on The Revenge.

"Israel," The use of his actual name had him blink in shock and turn to face you. "Why are you so tense? You should be relaxed and should be enjoying the ale."

"Dancing makes you soft. All this makes you weak." He spat and gestured to everyone. This time he included you with his insults, whether intentional or not. "Blackbeard has been falling since he came across Stede and you lot."

He clicked his tongue and scowled. "We should be back on the water right now, looking for a ship to raid and plunder. These dogs shouldn't be having fun like this when they haven't done shit to earn it."

"Well, I am a part of those dogs, Israel." You glared at him, some pent up frustration building up. "I was hoping you and I can at least dance and be somewhat tipsy and happy before we go on our own."

"You know what, Izzy?" You stood up from your chair and practically snarled at him. "I know losing your reputation and losing what Edward used to be may be the end of the world for you, but it isn't for me. Stede is an idiot, yes, but he saved my life from the destitute and pain I experienced by giving me a spot with his crew. His crew is not the most pirate ready people, but damn do they make good friends. I have tried to tie you, someone I deeply care for and love, in with them but you insult them without getting to fully know them."

"(Y/N)..." He tried speaking but you didn't allow him.

"I don't know if you realize it but every time you insult them, you insult me. And your last remark here? Just solidified that you truly see me as nothing more than a dog." You removed your coin pouch from your hip and dropped it in front of him. "If you're not going to drink that because Stede bought it, use my funds." After that, you quickly stormed out of the tavern, not caring how everyone was watching you tear into Izzy.

"Shit." Lucius muttered and quickly went to follow you. Stede saw his first mate looking upset so he decided to excuse himself from Ed to try and help. With a raised brow and a disappointed look, Edward Teach decided to approach Izzy on what happened.

Outside the tavern, you paced with tears threatening to fall. When you heard the door open you quickly turned so your back was facing whoever came out. You could feel your body tremble as you kept your arms wrapped around yourself.

"Hey, it's just us." You heard Lucius speak softly, approaching you on your left.

"What made you upset?" Stede asked on your right.

"That was the first time either one of us exploded at each other." Even your voice trembled, a tear slipped from your glassy eyes and fell along the curve of your face. "I just... I don't know if he realizes how mean he sounds sometimes."

"I think he does. He is an angry little twat." Lucius snorted, which made you slightly chuckle through the tears.

"But what we also know is he cares for you deeply, (Y/N)." Stede placed a hand on your upper arm and you looked to face him. He visibly gulped at your tear stricken face. "And you do for him."

"I'll never see why but I respect you." Lucius added. "You are amazing, the best of us next to dear ol' Jim. He needs to see that in order to respect you, he needs to learn that things aren't going to be the same as they were for him."

"Blackbeard has taught us a lot, and you have been a great help in that. I'd say we are ready for a true adventure after this." Your captain smiled but you knew he was just trying to make you feel better. So, you smiled and nodded, giving them both a short hug.

"Thank you both. I am just going to take a quick walk for some fresh air, I'll be back in a bit."

"Stay safe, I will need my first mate for when we sail tomorrow." Stede winked and headed back into the tavern.

"And when you get back I'll get you a drink, (Y/N)." Lucius gave you another hug, leaving you alone. You sighed, shoving your hands into your coat pockets before walking down the street.

It was quiet and empty, the only light source was the half-moon and the lit lanterns down the path. You had no real destination in mind, you just wanted to clear your head and enjoy the silence. You had hoped in your heart Izzy would take your words into consideration but you feared your outburst would forever damage your relationship with him. You knew you were right, but you didn't think losing your cool like that was what was needed.

You shook your head. This walk was to clear your mind, not dwell on the encroaching heartache.

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Back in the tavern, Ed was having a simple talk with Izzy on what happened. Suddenly Stede and Lucius came back in and immediately made their way to Izzy. The shorter man groaned at the thought of dealing with them both but Edward slapped his arm.

"See, that attitude has (Y/N) upset, mate." Edward scolded. Lucius and Bonnet pulled up chairs and sat across from the two and it seems the rest of the crew started paying attention to what was happening.

"You're lucky they like you." Lucius said with a curled lip, disgust on his face.

"Iggy..." Stede tried to start but Izzy gave him a look. "Sorry, Izzy, when you yell and insult us... Do you realize that you are also insulting (Y/N)?"

"What?" He was confused. He thought his actions towards you would have been obvious that he never included you when he was ordering around the crew.

"You never really differentiate it when you do. Regardless if you should or not, your insults also hurt them as we are the closest thing to them as a family." Stede concluded his remarks and everyone nodded or hummed in agreement.

"Yea mate, would you like it if they did the same thing to Blackbeard, Fang, Ivan and you?" Frenchie asked, pointing a finger at Izzy.

"I-I get it. I was a complete twat to them. I'll apologize when they get back." Izzy sighed, gritting his teeth slightly. "I... I apologize for my behavior and will try to work on that."

"That is great! Remember, when we get angry on the Revenge: we like to talk it through, as a crew." Stede smiled and Izzy gave him a glare, but bit his tongue from retorting. "Okay! We shall leave you alone for a bit."

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You went down to the docks on your walk and now you were heading back to the tavern. The cool air nipped your face but after some time to yourself, you felt much better and calm. You planned to apologize to Izzy about your outburst. You recognized that snapping at him in front of everyone before talking to him about it in private was a bit out of hand and you likely embarrassed him, but you weren't going to apologize for your message.

You were about two minutes away from the tavern when you felt the hair on your neck seemingly raise in alarm. You felt as though you were being watched. You slowed to a stop, putting your hand on the hilt of your sword, and turned around. Sure enough, there was a man following you.

"Couldn't help but notice that nice coat you're wearing, and that sword." He spoke, a smirk on his face. He slowly approached and slowly unsheathed his own sword, a bit rusted and damaged.

"And?" You tilted your head, slowly mimicking his action with your own sword, wincing ever so slightly at the pain from your shoulder.

"Why don't you hand those over and any other nice things, and I won't have to kill you?"

"Why don't you fuck right off?" You raised a brow and cocked your head to the side. The man spat in your direction and immediately started taking swings at you. You expertly blocked each swing, the sound of metal clashing echoed in the night. You were playing purely defense against him. You allowed him the offense to tire out, which he did. You could see his swings were getting sloppy.

You shifted to offense, taking swings at him. You landed a few cuts on his arms and legs, nothing too serious but you wanted to get it across you weren't to be fucked with. Thinking back to Izzy's lessons, you easily maneuver your weapon and disarm him. His weapon was sent to the ground and you swiftly put the tip of your weapon at his throat.

"Walk away now or my blade will enter your throat."  You hissed. It didn't seem to faze the man, which confused you. You were about to press the tip into his throat to get the point across when you heard footsteps behind you. That is when it clicked why this man wasn't phased. You quickly turned on your heels and that is when searing, hot white pain was felt in your lower left side. You glanced down and saw a dagger in your gut.

"Surprise." The person who stabbed you smirked.

"Careful of the coat, I want that." The man you previously were dueling spoke. The dagger was yanked out of you, tears fell from your eyes at the pain. Your grip tightened on your sword and you swung it at the man who stabbed you. He stepped back, only receiving a cut to his cheek. You take a step to get in reach with him but then your right thigh was slashed, the immediate pain almost made it unbearable to stand in that moment.

"You're one tough cookie."

"F-Fuck..." You hoarsely spoke. You attempted to try and get away but one of the men shoved you to the ground. Roughly your coat was taken from your body, your attempts to fight them off were futile. Your sword was then picked up off the ground while you tried to stand back up again. You were met with a fist straight to the nose and you were on your back. You rolled over onto your side as blood began leaking into your throat from your nose.

"Take their necklace too." The first one you dueled commanded.

"N-No..." You pleaded, voice stuffy from the blood leaking from your probably broken nose. A hand buried itself in your hair and lifted your head up while the other maneuvered your chain and ring over your head. The ring Izzy bought you to match his around his tie. After it was stolen the person dropped your head, which bounced against the dirty ground.

The two muggers simply cackled at the situation and took off the way you had just come from. You took a moment to catch your breath and pushed yourself off the ground. When you added more weight to your slashed leg you could barely contain the almost scream of pain. Your blood and tears were a mix on your face.

You started slowly limping back to the tavern. Like hell were you going to die alone on the streets... without apologizing and explaining yourself to Izzy...without telling him and your crew you loved them. Pure rage and determination filled your system as you trekked onwards. You could tell you were getting weaker by the second from loss of blood, but you hoped you were applying enough pressure to your side wound to keep the bleeding down.

It took you longer than you had wanted, but the tavern was in view.

"Just... Just a little bit more..." You mumbled, the taste and smell of coppery iron penetrated your taste and smell. Your vision was darkening along the corners and you struggled to keep your head up. You could tell you would collapse soon, before you could reach the door.

Thankfully, that door swung open and out came three people. You could barely tell who they were; Wee John, Frenchie, and Roach.  You could feel numbness begin to take over your legs, so you took one final step in the light of a lantern nearby.

The three were laughing, telling the rest of the crew they will be right back before the door slammed shut. Their laughing stopped when their attention was on you.

"(Y/N)?!" Wee John shouted. You couldn't speak, you simply smiled and your legs gave out, hitting the ground with a painful thud. The three quickly rushed over and horror was on their faces at the amount of blood on your person.

"Shit!" Frenchie cursed. "Take them back to the ship to Captains quarters, Roach you get to sew up any wounds when you get there and I'll get everyone else."

"Got it." They both replied and sprung into action. Roach slipped off the apron he always wore and wrapped it as fast as he could around your thigh as that was bleeding more than your other wounds, telling you to keep pressure before you were lifted into John's arms. You cried out at the movement, John hushed you gently and the three of you took off towards the ship.

Frenchie slammed open the door, "Guys!" Only a few people turned their heads, he gritted his teeth in frustration. "GUYS!" The music and chatter died down as everyone stared at him.

"What is it?" Stede asked.

"It's (Y/N), they got attacked. John and Roach are getting them to the ship. It's pretty bad."

It was dead silent for a moment. The mug Izzy was holding clattered against the floor was the only thing heard in that moment.

Chaos then ensued. Everyone was pushing their way out the door while Stede threw some coins at the bar keep. Izzy shoved himself to the front of the group as they ran back to the ship. He felt cold dread in his system, tears threatening to spill. 

The crew got the ship in no time and Izzy was bounding up the ship. He felt his heart drop when he heard your screams from the captain's room. He wasted no time getting there and saw Roach attempting to hold your upper body with one arm while John was holding your kicking legs.

'This couldn't be happening... Why them?' His mind raced.  His heart ached. Guilt seeped into his system. The last thing he did to you was be a complete asshole. He didn't dance with you, he didn't take you out for a nice night out... he let his pride get the better of him and now you were hurt...

"Good! I need someone to hold them down." Roach commanded Izzy. "I'm trying to suture their wounds but they won't hold still. Someone help John with their legs!"

"Right..." Izzy blinked and rushed over. He felt his throat constrict at the sight of your shirt and pants basically cut open, and at the blood and wounds on your body. He wasted no time draping himself over your upper body/chest area, his back to Roach while he placed his hand on the top of your head, petting you softly.

"Izzy-?" You whispered out, your vision blurred from tears.  You felt the needle Roach was using to pierce the tender flesh around your leg wound, causing you to yell.

"Yes, it's me." He hoarsely whispered.

"I-I'm sorry for earlier. I am sorry for e-embarrassing you..." Your eyes squeezed shut as Roach continued sewing the wound. "I'm so-sorry I got attacked-"

"Hush. Don't apologize my dear." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. Roach had him scoot up more so he could have better access to your other wound. When he started on it, you threw your head back from the pain. You were able to get your arms around Izzy and squeezed them around him from the jabbing needle sensation. You whimpered softly and Izzy didn't know if he could take much more of you in pain. He whispered comforting words to you and placed another kiss on your temple.

The crew was in shock watching the scene before them. They were all worried for you, of course, but they had never seen Israel Hands so affectionate and soft before. Even Edward has never seen him like this before. 

"I just really love you and I want...want-" You screamed as Roach accidentally poked the needle he was using too close to the wound, your eyes rolling back before you passed out from pain and blood loss. Your arms around him go limp.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes searched your face for any sign of life, but you were still. The only thing he felt was your shallow breaths underneath him. Izzy quickly got off of your body and looked to Roach, who finished stitching the wounds. Oluwande, who helped John with your legs, handed him the bandages and Roach quickly wrapped up the wounds. Olu placed a blanket over your body and the three men stepped away, leaving Izzy the closest to you.

"Will...Will they make it?" Stede stepped forwards and asked. 

"In my professional opinion, I'm not sure. They lost a lot of blood; they were stabbed in the gut and had a deep cut in their leg. With them walking to the tavern, it furthered the bleeding. We may have to stay for a few days, watch for infection. If they get worse, we need to take them to an actual doctor." Roach sighed and crossed his arms. "We just have to watch over them."

“They must have been mugged.” Frenchie commented. “When we saw them, they were missing their coat and sword.”

“And their ring.” Izzy snarled, the thoughts and images of you being attacked and the images of you bleeding and wounded plagued his mine. He figured it was two people who jumped you. The wound to your gut and the wound to your leg were from different weapons.

Feeling overwhelmed and too emotional, Izzy turned away from you, shoving through the crew before storming to the deck. He found himself at the spot you both were at earlier. His hands gripped the wooden railing as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears leaking out. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you died. He could barely stand to be in that room with you, he felt like he didn’t deserve to be in your presence any longer. He was blaming himself. If he hadn't been an asshole, you wouldn’t have left the tavern. 

“Izzy…” Blackbeard's voice startled him. The shorter man simply glanced over his shoulder and returned his tearful stare back to the city. “You should be in there with (Y/N).”

“I can’t.” Israel shook his head.

“They're your partner, mate.” 

“It’s my fault they are like this.”

“That’s not true. Izzy, they would want you in there when they wake up.”

“If they wake up…” Izzy tensed up when he felt Edward’s hand clasp his shoulder.

“Get your head out of your ass and get in there. You were a dick in the tavern but that doesn’t make what happened your fault. The people who attacked them are at fault. Not you. Do you want them to die thinking you were mad at them or thought less of them?” That struck a chord in his first-mate. He then pulled Izzy away from the railing. “Go, that is an order from your captain.”

Izzy didn’t argue any further. He hesitantly walked back to the room, waited as everyone else cleared the room, before stepping back in. He closed the door quietly and gazed back at you on Stede’s bed. Your face was still covered in blood and a layer of sweat covered your entire body. 

The door behind him opened and he spun around and saw Lucius standing in the doorway with a damp rag.

“I figured they didn’t want to wake up with crusty blood on their face. Here, you do it.” Lucius offered the rag and Izzy took it slowly.

“Thanks.” He whispered, then made his way to you. Lucius stared at him, shocked at his gratitude. He decided it was best not to comment on it and swiftly left Blackbeard’s first-mate alone. Izzy pulled up a chair and sat bedside to you, his face solemn. He leaned over and began cleaning your face. Thankfully your nose didn’t seem broken to him. His free hand cupped the top of your head as he wiped the blood under your nose and around your mouth. He moved towards your neck, cleaning the drying blood that got there. 

When he finished, he simply tossed the rag somewhere else in Stede’s quarters. He kept his one hand on your head, petting you once more, while his other reached under the blanket to grab your hand.

“I need you to pull through.” Izzy pleaded, tears welling up again. “You can’t leave me, (Y/N). I still owe you a dance and a night out. I still owe you an apology.” The tears fell again, and all Israel could do in this moment was hope you would wake up.

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Mostly everyone on the ship started working on cleaning tasks early in the morning, and everyone kept looking to where the captains quarters were. Everyone was hoping to see you come, alive and recovering. Izzy hadn’t left the room, not that anyone could blame him. Edward checked in a few times as the day progressed but you were still out and Izzy was still holding your hand. While others were doing minimal jobs on The Revenge, Jim, Frenchie, Fang, and Black Pete were on the lookout for whoever robbed you, hoping they could get justice and get your items back. 

Izzy felt exhaustion seeping into his bones, but he refused to sleep. He wanted to be present when you awoke so he could apologize. He didn’t care if you didn’t want to see him again, he just wanted you awake. He wanted to see you recover. He took your hand in both of his hands and raised it to his lips, his facial hair scratched the back of your hand.

What Izzy didn’t expect was to feel your fingers twitch against his hands. His eyes snapped to your face as he heard soft groans leave your mouth. Your eyes opened, but you winced from the light, rapidly blinking. Your eyes adjusted to the light and you turned your head, looking at Izzy.

“Izzy?” You mumbled, taking in his worried and tired face. You go to sit up, but immense pain in your lower abdomen hits you. Izzy took one of his hands away from your hand and gently pushed you back down on the bed.

“Stay down, (Y/N). Do you remember what happened?” He cupped your cheek.

“I was followed on my way back to the tavern. I fought and disarmed him, but he had another person sneak up behind me. I turned around and was stabbed, then the other guy slashed my thigh. They took my coat… and the sword and ring you gave. Oh I’m-I’m sorry they took them…”

“Some of the crew are looking to get those back, don’t worry.” He hushed you. “You have nothing to apologize for, my dear. I should be apologizing, I was a complete and utter twat."

"I didn't mean to yell at you either."

"I needed it. I wasn't aware I was hurting you. I can't…promise immediate change or no slip ups, but I will work on integrating myself more into the crew." You stared at him for a moment and he worried he said something wrong, but when you smiled… that beautiful smile, he knew everything would be alright.

“Kiss me, Izzy.”

“Gladly.” Izzy leaned over, and placed a gentle, deep kiss. You giggled at his goatee scratching and tickling your face, you felt him smile against your face. 

“Izzy! We found the bastards- Oh shit! Sorry mate!” Edward entered the cabin. Izzy immediately shot up, slightly flustered, fixing his hair that fell over his face. You turned your head in Blackbeard’s direction and grinned at him.

“Hey Ed!”

“(Y/N!)” He opened his arms with a smile and approached the two of you. “I’m so glad you’re awake, how are you feeling? Izzy here was worried; sat by your bed all night.”

“Aww.” You smiled at Izzy who gave you a flustered glare.

“You said you found who did it?” Izzy straightened out his vest.

“Oh yeah. We spotted them hanging out at the docks. They got (Y/N)’s stuff. We are keeping an eye on them, I am sure you want to be the one to confront them.”

“Yes, good. You,” Izzy spun and pointed at you, “Stay put. You will be resting until you can properly walk.”

“Come on-”

“Don’t make me get Stede to order it.”

“Fine.” You huffed, but chuckled.

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Izzy stormed out of the captain’s quarters with Edward trailing behind him. Edward made sure to announce to the crew you were awake, and that whoever wants to help with the two muggers can join him. Stede happily volunteered and so did most people with the exception of Swede, who offered to keep an eye on you. 

The group dispersed, Ed going somewhere out of as he knew these people would run at the sight of the infamous Blackbeard. The two individuals were near the ship, one had your coat and the other had your sword and ring. The crew practically surrounded them on all sides to ensure they didn’t escape. Izzy rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, slowly approaching the two.

“I am only going to say this once.” He stopped right before them both, his voice catching their attention. “Unless you want to die, you will hand over that coat, sword, and ring.”

“Why should we?” One jeered, eyeing up Izzy. 

“Those items belong to my partner-”

“And my first mate!” Stede jumped in, making Izzy roll his eyes and make a ‘tch’ noise.

“I think they are talking about that dumbass we robbed last night.” The one with your coat nudged the other. They both shared a laugh, Izzy snarled and unsheathed his weapon. The second the one with your sword drew it, Izzy wasted no time to start swinging. It startled the two. His harsh strikes and ferocious demeanor had the one holding your sword completely unnerved. Izzy wasted no time landing many cuts to his skin before expertly disarming him. Jim stepped up and took your sword, holding it at the two. The rest of the crew, including Blackbeard, stepped in as well.

“Shit!” One of them hissed. The both of them begrudgingly took off the items and handed them over to Jim.

“I better not see you two ever again, or I will kill you both.” The men simply glared and turned away from him, quickly leaving the docks.

“Job well done, Izzy!” Stede grinned and patted him on the shoulder. He simply nodded, biting the inside of his cheek, and grabbed your things from Jim. He then made his way back to the ship, coming aboard to see you standing on the dock waiting for him with Swede keeping you up right.

“I thought I said you were to stay put.” He scolded, then put the necklace with the ring on it over your head. “And you didn’t keep them in bed?” He then scolded Swede, a bit more harsh.

“Don’t blame him, Iz. I was getting up regardless, he didn’t want me hurting myself.”

“I got it from here, Swede.” Izzy took over helping you and started taking you back to the captain’s room. “And no one disturb their rest!” The door closed behind you two and you laughed.

“Less bark there.”

“I am trying to integrate.” He sat you on the bed and placed your items on a chair nearby.

“Come lay with me Iz.” 

“W-What about your injuries?”

“You’ll lay near the windows so I can lay on my right side. Please.” You pleaded. “I am wounded and need the comfort of my lover-”

“Fine.” He chuckled lightly and joined you on the bed. He maneuvered himself to the side closest to the windows, then helped you lay down with him. His arms were carefully wrapped around your form, letting you place your injured leg above his. He took a deep breath in, taking in your everything; he felt instantly relaxed.

You yawed, and snuggled right under his chest, sleep coming quick despite having slept for most of the day. Izzy exhaled, and let sleep finally take over. Neither of you too had to exchange ‘I love you’s’, you both knew you each deeply cared for one another, more than anything else.

Twenty minutes or so have passed, and Stede and Edward decided to pop in to check on you both. Stede had to bite back an aww at the sight of his and Ed’s first-mates snuggled together. Before Stede could possibly ruin the moment, Ed grabbed him by the arm they both left to inform the crew what they saw.

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[bloody-bunni666]

Land Date

Based off this prompt

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The crew of the Revenge finally got a day off on port after a slightly successful raid, but at least they had some hostages to sell. I was told by my slut Lucius (that’s my nickname for him) that he, Ed, and Stede would go on another “adventure” that will most likely have the co-captains being the cheesiest couple in the world and leaving Lucius alone to watch their cringy PDA as usual. So naturally, Izzy wanted to take this opportunity to take me out on a land date, something we do whenever it’s safe enough for the crew to move further than the Revenge. I was trying to remember the last time I’ve been around people other than my crew whenever Izzy knocked on our shared cabin door, saying:

“You almost done, hun?” I recognized his voice immediately.

“Si, just wait outside for me, ok mi amor?” I responded.

I then heard his steps going towards the deck. I looked in the mirror that I successfully stole during a raid from very rich people. I was wearing a black and white striped off the shoulder sweater, a waist up long flowy red skirt with two secret slits just in case I needed to bring out the knives I was hiding on my garters, and a belt just for design. I wore some comfy brown boots, not the long, black heels I usually wear because today, was a day off.

I walked up on deck and thanked Wee John for this outfit he made for me specifically due to my plump figure. I guess Lucius and the co-captains were already gone because if I knew him, he would’ve already commented on my new look as usual. Such a shame, for him at least. Then, I noticed Izzy, just waiting for me near the exit of the ship, gazing at me so lovingly. I could tell he was lost in my beauty since his breathing was faster than usual. I walked up to him slowly, teasing him by my pace.

“Wow, you’re so…beautiful.” Izzy whispered to me.

“It’s just a different outfit, amado, but gracias.” I whispered back, clutching on the straps of my satchel nervously.

I still get flustered by his admiration towards me, like I’m a light at the end of a very long and dark tunnel.

“Right, we’ll be back by evening, don’t do anything stupid until we’re gone.” he shouted to the remaining crew members.

“Ok lovebirds! Enjoy yourselves!” Frenchie yelled, chained to Wee John, grinning slyly at Izzy specifically.

I convinced him Frenchie wasn’t worth it quickly so he just fumed and stuck up his middle finger up at him. Once he had stepped out, he softly stopped me and offered his hand to help me step out. I blushed instantly and grabbed a part of my skirt and took his hand carefully, still slightly tripping. It made me feel so elegant and safe, I loved it. I love him, so much. He kept his hand in mine, delicately intertwining our fingers together and pulling me closer to him by kissing my tan knuckles tenderly.

As we were walking through the bustling stands, I went back to my thoughts from before. I guess he noticed my still expression since he asked:

“Whatchu thinkin’ about?” I stopped my train of thought for a break of reality.

“Oh, nada, just thinking about how long it’s been since… you know, we’ve been off that ship and alone together.” I saw that there was not a single tint of anger smoked upon his face.

“It’s feels like forever, right?” I nodded, he continued. “Well, what matters now is that it’s just us now, ok?” he squeezed my hand, I squeezed back.

We both hoped to not run into any crew members.

After a while of wandering around, I smelled something familiar in the air. At once, I saw Roach and the Swede trying to sell the hostages we had. I quickly shoved Izzy in a narrow alleyway along with myself, making sure they passed by us without a clue.

“Oh my fuckin’ god, you’re seriously-“

“Shhhh, callate antes de que le escuchen!” I whispered, speaking in my native tongue.

I looked out again, double checking. Roach turned his head and looked in our direction, so I pushed him and I through a random door and just hid there, our bodies stuck against each other. I held my breath as I felt Izzy tensed up, neither of us wanting to be found. I heard the Swede call for Roach’s name, I guess he found a customer then. Good news for us both. I then heard him running away from our location. I sighed heavily of relief, as did my partner. I looked up at him, still not used to him being taller than me, and smiled as I took his hand to bring him further into the new building we rushed in to hide.

We walked into a darkened room which had a few candles scattered around.

“Oh great, we’ve ended up at Spanish Jackie’s.” he sighed and walked further into the booze smelling tavern.

I don’t know who the fuck Jackie is and honestly, I don’t give a shit. I walked alongside him, stepping around carefully to avoid the gross shit on the floor. An old small lady was selling something at her lonesome table, so I took pity on her and walked over to her table hesitantly. She was selling jewelry of many kinds; anklets, piercings, and rings. I felt Izzy’s warmth creep up to my side as he leaned over the table as well.

“Why hello there young fellows, would you like to purchase anything from this table of mine?” she spoke in a shaken tone.

But I was totally and completely mesmerized by these two magnificent rings with such charming gems. The one on the right had one single sapphire with gold holding its place while the one on the left had petite mini rubies surrounded by silver. I gently grazed my fingertips against them both. I could tell he was watching my gaze to those rings since he asked:

“Do you want them?” I didn’t even answer, still being enchanted by those two rings.

I then started to pull out a bag of coins I pickpocketed from a guy walking by us when I was suddenly stopped by his firm hand on my wrist.

“How much for these two?” he asked the old lady, pointing at the duo of rings.

“Oh no, you don’t have to-“

“How much?” he was still looking at the old lady whenever he cut me off.

“Well aren’t you such a gentleman? Y-you can have them for free, dear, since they were never going to sell anyway.” the old lady responded, but Izzy still gave her a bag of coins he had.

“Keep ‘em and buy yourself something nice tonight, alright?” he mumbled to the old lady and walked off, taking my hand in his.

We walked out of the tavern together and he led me to a spot away from people and turned to face me.

“Babe, again you really didn’t have to buy these for me…” I whispered, grinning from embarrassment.

He raised my hand and slowly put the ruby ring on my ring finger of my right hand. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it with care, causing a flustered smile from me and cupping my cheek with my free hand.

“But I did it anyway, love. It suits you really well.” I then took his left hand and put the sapphire ring on his pointer finger, grinning up at him with delight.

He blushed immensely. I always revel in his embarrassment.

“Never knew the frightful Izzy Hands was such a romantic.” I said, giggling as he pulled me carefully closer by my waist, kissing my cheek gently.

I then went for it and kissed him properly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to stay like this forever, just kissing him for eternity.

“My, my, my, we’d never expect you two to be found like this together.” I heard Lucius say as we both pulled our lips away from shock.

I noticed him, Ed, Pete, and Stede, just standing there in amazement.

“What the fuck- FUCK OFF!” Izzy yelled, pulled his dagger out, and started to chase after Lucius.

‘What the fuck was I gonna do with this little bitch of a man?’ I thought as I followed them into a tavern or club of some sort.

I was so embarrassed by my angry bean, holding him back while Pete held onto his noisy babe. They both walked out of the place while Izzy was cursing under his breath. I turned him around and gave him a small peck on his cheek.

“Remember, they’re not worth it.” I whispered to him, he just grunted in response.

I then led him to the bar and let him sit down on a barstool as I ordered a bowl of crab soup for him and two drinks for us both.

As he was eating, he was terrifying douchebags away just by his glare. He could always tell whenever a guy was about to hit on me, which was very helpful and I loved him for that. Not just for that, for a lot of reasons, actually. I can already tell I’m about to get off topic so I’ll just stop myself here. Well anyway, he reached for my hand as he thanked me for the meal. Hey, I had to get the guilt off my shoulders eventually. Every finished bite he took, he kept on thanking me. How did I ever end up with such a sweet man?

We then walked out, just waltzing about, whenever we heard some street band playing some songs. I looked back to my love just to see a outstretched hand for me, inviting me to dance. I gladly accepted it and we danced until dark. Oh, it was so fucking lovely.

We walked back to the Revenge arm in arm, his leather jacket draped upon my shoulders to ‘protect’ me from the cold, as we saw their cheeky faces. I guess Lucius was already on board since I suspected he told them about what happened…before. It gives me butterflies by just thinking about it.

“Hey hun, I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed our alone time together. Gracias por sor tan dulce.” I said.

He blushed and scoffed softly.

“So did I, love, but you’re the one who made it absolutely perfect.” I instantly blushed.

“Ay, mi amor…” I covered up my face from embarrassment and rolled my eyes from the cheesiness.

He took my hands and cupped his cheeks.

“Te amo mucho, Iz.” I whispered.

“I love you, dear.” he whispered back and leaned into my soft hands.

A peaceful silence fell over us as we kissed longingly once more.

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[fanoftheimagines]

[Text: “Being in a polyamorous relationship with Oluwande and Jim”]

[Picture: Oluwande Boodhari standing up and saying “Jim... a fake beard...” to Jim Jimenez, who is sitting down with one leg up and their arm resting on their knee.]

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[blissful-bard333]

Hello!!

I really like the steddyhands ship and i absolutely adore morning scenes. Could i trouble you for a soft grumbly morning cuddle and some breakfast. (Extra points is they all bicker while making the breakfast)

Thank you!

PROMPT: Steddyhands soft grumbly morning cuddles and breakfast

TOS: Fluff & Lemon

LENGTH: Medium - 790 words

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The slowly rising sun was appearing out of the ocean's veil. Its rays were slyly crawling up Izzy's body, which was kept close between the sheets and the captains. They eventually reached his sleepy face and of course, he started to rub his tired eyes. A few blinks made him realize his placement in the bed. He still gets flustered, no matter how many times they've done this. He looked to find his clothes draped on top of the couch. He then slowly started to peel the blankets off of him, legs carefully slipping out. But once he started to lean away, Ed instantly took a hold of his wrist, eyes still closed.

"Iz," Ed said muddled in the pillow. "It can wait..."

"Oh really? My duty can wait?" Izzy questioned with sarcasm tainted in his tone.

"Yes. Now lay back down. Please...?" He used his deer-like eyes to try to win him over.

Izzy exhaled faintly, taken aback by his glorious mocha eyes, yet his trance ended fast.

"Fuck this, I'm going." He mumbled.

He moved his legs over Stede's blanketed body. Ed sighed.

"Stede." He blankly said.

Suddenly, Izzy's torso was gripped tight, making the top half of his body hang off the bed. He was amazed by Stede's hidden strength but he would never say that to his face, ever.

"Got him, dear." Stede said groggily, his purple mask still covering his eyes.

Ed uncovered his chocolate brown eyes and kissed him tenderly. They gazed for a while until Stede whispered:

"I'll go grab breakfast, ok?"

"Of course, hun. Since you're the only one decently clothed." Ed whispered back.

This made Stede giggle through his nose. "Let's switch places, alright?"

Stede then let go of Izzy's waist only to be replaced with Ed's tan tattooed hands and arms. He hugged him tightly which made Izzy sit up against Ed's warm chest and stomach so he could be more comfortable since he could tell he was going to be stuck there for a while and there was no way of getting out now.

"I'll be back soon, my loves!" Stede said, putting on his yellow robe over his translucent white nightgown.

Ed gave him a homey grin while Izzy just gave him a glare and grumble.

"Why are you such a grumpster in the morning, Iz?" Ed asked once Stede was gone, resting his chin on Izzy's exposed shoulder.

He didn't respond.

"Oh, you're giving me the silent treatment, then? Ok, I see how it is. Well..." He then slowly slid his hand against Izzy's bare chest and neck, then jerked his chin to face him, grazing his thumb on his bottom lip.

"At least this doesn't require talking." They fiercely started kissing, tongue and all.

Izzy ran his fingers through Ed's snowy ebony hair, cautiously placing his head on the back of his neck. But he squeezed Ed's plush thigh harshly, in need of support. After a while, they both needed a breather from the passionate battle. Izzy was breathing heavily while Ed was delicately gasping for air. Both looked into each other's eyes with arousal, filled to the brim.

"Ah, you've shut him up." Stede said, walking in with a tray in his hands.

Straight away, their arousal drained out, being replaced with the clouds of admiration for Stede's rays of kindness.

"Yep, nothing that a kiss won't fix." Ed responded.

He started to get up, feet wandering to the table to look upon the delightful breakfast Stede was placing in their spots.

"There we go!" Stede said, presenting his neat arrangement of the plates.

This made Stede smile and laugh from adoration. He quickly gave Stede a kiss, his hands cupping his doll face. He naturally wrapped his arms around Ed's waist, his red robe rubbing his arms sensually and graciously, wanting the kiss to last longer.

"I love you, you know that?" Ed whispered to Stede.

"Of course, my darling! But do you know... that I love you more?" He whispered back.

They both giggled softly. "Well, breakfast is served!"

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They all finished their food and tea, conversating through it all. It wasn't until Izzy had to break off.

"Well, I'd better head off, for real this time." Izzy said, tightening his tie.

"Not before we give you our farewell kisses!" Stede said eagerly.

"Oh fuck off." Just as he started to walk away, his wrist was gripped and pulled back, Stede's hand latching onto his waist.

"I said... not before." His tone started stern but ended cheerfully.

"O-ok then, yeh." Izzy said softly, enticed by Stede's hidden dominance.

They then gave Izzy's cheeks a peck of love.

"Right then, have a wonderful day, Iz!" said Stede.

"See you later then, mate." Ed said chillfully.

Izzy was entranced for a bit but quickly headed off to his job.

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Once he arrived on deck, the crew was busy and flirty, as usual. But it wasn't until Lucius slowly crept up next to him and questioned quietly, in a sultry tone:

"Sore?"

To which Izzy responded with a coarse, "Fuck off."

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Well, I did my best.

Hope you like it!!

#ofmd #our flag means death #OFMD #izzy hands #edward teach #ed teach #stede bonnet #steddy hands #steddyhands #our flag means death fanfiction #ofmd fanfic #ofmd izzy hands #izzy hands ofmd #ofmd edward teach #edward teach ofmd #stede bonnet ofmd #ofmd stede bonnet #israel hands #our flag means death imagines #our flag means death imagine #ofmd imagines #ofmd imagine

[hansoeii]

Do you think of me?

#I am not ready to witness these two longing for each other in season 2 it's gonna ruin me #stede writing love letters to ed while on his way to win him back #and ed stealing the wedding toppers and imagining marrying stede during quiet and vulnerable hours #yeah I'm very much not ready #these two are my favorite thing in the world #our flag means death #our flag means death fanart #our flag means death 2 #gay pirates #ofmd #ofmd 2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd fanart #ofmd 2 fanart #david jenkins #rhys darby #taika waititi #my art #fanart

[ridleymocki]

Ed tearing up over a love letter while distractedly strangling a guy to death is peak dark comedy to me guys, like this is the show, it was so funny and neither Ed nor I are perfect people in that moment but here we are

#it's called disparate response in perspectival imaginative engagement trust me on this #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #edward teach #blackbonnet #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd finale

[douwatahima]

the theory that stede is writing his letter to ed on the back of the wanted poster here absolutely kills me because can you imagine seeing a poster with a drawing of your face made out to look much scarier than you actually are, with a list of your crimes, the reasons why people consider you a monster, underneath only to turn it over and find a lovingly handwritten note written by the only person who you felt ever really saw you that begins with the words "i love everything about you"

#tv: our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #i hope this post makes sense it's been sitting in my head for hours #also yeah i know that line might not even be from the letter yadda yadda yadda but can you IMAGINE???

[bizarrelittlemew]

Stede's morning tea look 😏

Bonus:

#the swordfight practice outfit was the sexiest but this was the sluttiest #and it's the same lavender breeches #slutty domestic “imagine this is the morning after we fucked” vibes #how did he not know he was seducing ed #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmdedit #ofmdsource #ofmd gifs #ida.stuff #stede bonnet #ofmd 1x7

[blakbonnet]

i know a lot of you are feeling like this was wasted effort, the entire fight but let me tell you something - before this, all i had were shows that baited us openly and us, knowing full and well what was happening, still supported those shows and settled for crumbs because "it was the best we could hope for". the actors, cast and crew made fun of our art and fics, not even hiding their disdain, and we just shrugged through it all.

then ofmd came along and gods, a brown lead? who thinks he's unlovable and then the show goes on to show me that he's the most worthy of love? he's a genius in his field and clever and kind and quirky and full of love? an older queer discovering love so much later in life? not crumbs? explicit representation? the cast and crew gleefully laughing at homophobes and racists right alongside me and people who look like me? even the antagonist honours the pronouns of the nb character?

it was cancelled and it's devastating and take your time to grieve but it wasn't for nothing. some of us were here back when things were worse. and are still living in places where queer rights are LOL. it means something to get two seasons of this, it means something that they made love while fireworks went off, it means something that we were on Times Square, it means a lot. take pride in that. YOU did that. All of that.

It didnt mean nothing.

#ofmd #our flag means death #meow speaks #looking at you Sherlock :))) #and all the others that came before and after #imagine being a brown teenager and having nothing to look up to fuck #and imagine being a teen now and having all we have now #not perfect no #but something more #more than what we had #(I'm by no means saying this is the first queer show lmao) #(it's the first queer show that hits all the right buttons for me)

[bowieandqueen11]

Fickle Bird / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: Would you be willing to do another spicy Izzy hands x reader ? Loved your previous stories!!

Thank you so much!! I'm always happy to see how much people enjoying reading for Izzy :) Assigned babygirl by the fandom and I am here for it,

Warning: This is smutty as heck, so 18+ only please!!! Sexual biting, sexual allusions and strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @unwanted-animal.)

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

Izzy Hands was becoming irritatingly querulous.

It had taken him far too many hours of laboriously hard work to finally pull you away from your crewmates. Every time you turned your head, he had been right there behind you. Doing his best to throw you sad eyes, hanging his head and ostentatiously ducking out of your line of vision as if he were plagued by tenebrous shrouds. He had tugged at your collar while Stede Bonnet's crew were idly mulling around, pretending to do their assigned chores on deck; he had done his best to subtly lead you away from Lucius, growing more and more irritated by each passing second you ignored his advances and continued your conversation.

He had wrapped his arms around your waist, jutting his chin into your shoulder as you did your best to shake him off and clear up your friend's dinner plates with Roach. Even though a sharp jab at his ribs got him to take a sheepish step back. running a glove through his hair to slick it back with an imperceptible look bored into the side of your cheek, you did your best to ignore the phantom chills of his stout fingers caressing carelessly over your stomach.

By the end of the night, he was two seconds away from hauling you over his shoulder and throwing the two of you into the ball room; as clouds steamed out of his ears, the visualisation of slamming the door shut with the heel of his boot and taking you right there and then, with stupid Lucius Spriggs being able to hear, was getting far too enticing.

Israel Hands had always been flighty. Impatient. Agitated, when it came to you. You had always known him to be: ever since your tenure on the great Captain Blackbeard's vessel almost five years ago now, Izzy had been protective over you and your relationship. Fear bore jealousy: a heart-breaking self-conscious disposition masked behind layers of seething hardness spawned only the animosity of Stede Bonnet's crew, and served to hinder his plans all the more.

As much as you did enjoy teasing the man, you knew that even he had his limit.

Which is how you found yourself nearly flown, well, more like catapulted to the other side of the beach during one of Bonnet's 'stupid fucking dilly-dallies around the poncy parts of Tangerine Cove', as your ever sweet significant other had put it. Before Buttons could even step foot on the shore: before Lucius could even settle down underneath a palm tree to sketch Black Pete, who had carefully positioned his near naked body to be splayed out against the foamy bubbles like a starfish, before Frenchie had even managed to haul the rest of Wee John's gunpowder out onto the strand, Izzy hand taken your hand tightly in his, his grip ready to pop your fingers like sea grapes.

You only laughed as the two of you ran, kicking sand across your feet as you scurried after him and towards an incredibly conspicuous, raggedy looking wall of orange lichen eaten stones placed as a make-shift border between the stretches of beach. Izzy didn't say a word. Instead he almost seemed to glide in front of you, as if beaks were pecking at his feet, threatening to perch upon a bough in his heart and thrum; he knew, if he couldn't make it behind these stones right now, his frail soul was about to snap under the weight of it all.

The intensity of his gaze as he helped you step over the ring was enough to take your breath away.

He sinks to his knees before you, wasting no time in knocking you to the scything sand; his hand splays out against your stomach and pushes you gruffly, until you've fallen onto your bottom and he has easy access to your legs. He whimpers as he hitches them up, frantically lining your ankles with wet kisses and hot, open-mouthed bruises as he wraps them around his neck. His hands are soft, so tender, yet they claw into your skin as he begins to knead the muscles of your calves. You can feel him inch closer and closer - his hands winding down your inner thighs until they're resting on your inner legs, thumbs tantalisingly close to stroking your panty line.

'Is this alright... sweetheart', he asks breathlessly, pressing his fingers down into the meat of your hips until his full weight his almost exclusively leaning against your stomach. He leans forward to nip against your mouth.

'Hmm- hmph', you jolt as you feel Izzy guide his hand further down towards your growing heat. 'Oh god yes. I swear, I was about to explode on that ship. As much as I appreciate the new company, especially with how cranky Edward has been recently, it's so hard between the two crews merging and escaping the English to find a moment alone.'

'Says the little tease. 'Oh Lucius, you're so funny, and I love your hair. And you're such a great drawer. You should draw me some time, and we should skip off into the sunset'-'

The back of his head is suddenly jolted up as you grasp onto the strands of hair near his crown. His mouth shudders at the feeling, opening and closing like a blubbering fish. Like a swallow caught in a trap. You graze your fingernails down to the nape of his neck apologetically, not before chiding him with a humoured 'jealousy has never suited you, Israel Hands. Now shut up and put that mouth to better use, before I go take Pete's place.'

He growls at you, baring his teeth, but you can tell by the way he gets straight to work that he takes your jesting as light-hearted. He lets the words wash over his head: right now, he was busy burying himself within you; his nose glides across the pulse point jittering through your neck, his eyes heavy and lidded as he barely breaths. Barely moves.

The little flirt. He was trying to get his own back.

He just rests there, just lets you shiver under the short pants that roll off his tongue and fan out across your collar bone, his teeth daring to dart out every so often and graze across the skin by your earlobe. His lips continue their ghostly ravishing, finally coming to a stop by cautiously hovering over your racing heartbeat.

You were getting far too impatient. The feel of your hands scrambling down to tug at his thigh holster would almost had made him laugh, if it hadn't been for the fortuitous brush of the side of your palm against his growing bulge.

But two can play at that game. You almost want to scream when he cocks his head up to throw you a shit-eating grin, before the flat part of his tongue licks out to swirl against the top of your left bosom.

'If you don't- hmph- if you don't stop, someone is going to catch u-oh-'. Your reprimands were astutely silenced by Izzy with a teasingly light stroke of his pointer and middle finger down the thin material covering your groin. He made sure to drag his thumb behind, digging in against the material a little harsher with it, until you could almost feel the rugged tip of his fingernail inside you.

'Oh, fuck off. If you're any louder, even the fucking sirens will start popping up to see what that... titillating sound is.'

If Izzy wasn't too busy running the flat edge of his tongue up the seam of your inner leg, you would have had half a mind to shove him off you right there and then.

'Stop complaining.'

He drags his thumb along his lips before popping it in his mouth, sucking at the leather. His eyes never leave yours as his teeth clench into the material, tugging it off and throwing it blindly behind his back. The feeling of the coarse pad being suddenly replaced by a warm, firm fingertip against the outside of your folds was enough to make you buck your hips up in wild euphoria.

This man. He was going to drive you absolutely mad.

'Even I didn't think you were such a squirmy little thing', he states with a calculated grin. 'Didn't take much for you to fall apart in front of me, now, did it? Never does though, to be fair.'

'Oh, you're one to talk. One more - mmph- one more sad look in my direction and I would have pinned you to the floor in front of Bonnet's crew. You're proper needy, aren't you? Couldn't- couldn't wait- couldn't stop begging-'

He was far too impertinent for your persiflage. God, how he had wanted this-how he had wanted you for far longer than his dogged soul was willing to admit. It had near driven him to that sweet, twilight chasm of madness: sent him tumbling over the edge until he was near plagued, near driven to his knees to beg for forgiveness for his loving sin at your placating shrine. He was almost about to burn with embarrassment, but Israel Hands was too far gone to care.

Instead, he swallows thickly before taking your hand, cupping it around his neck. Then he whimpers, and the two of you are really in it then.

'I would let you fucking wreck me, you know that?', he chokes out from behind gritted teeth, trying to stop the pulsating feeling aching in the pit of his stomach.

'Sweet man', you reach up to brush his cheek with your free hand, and he almost recoils at the touch. 'You're safe with me Iz. Always. You don't have to hide what you want.'

He cups his fingers over your own: he can barely stop them from contracting over your knuckles as he throws his head back to the heavens and closes his eyes in contentment. His body starts squirming then, the heat from your fingertips making every nerve ending down the back of his spine alight, and he can't help - doesn't want to stop the way he starts rocking his hips back and forth across your legs. The lust seems to be radiating off his glowing cheeks as he furrows his eyebrows in blissful agony.

He drags his free hand down your arm until he reaches the scabbard to the right of his stomach. You poke the inside of your lip with your tongue, watching the sharp edge slice across the air to be placed, with a precision only wrought with a extensive practice, to lay underneath the cold metal bravely guarding your chest. With a quick whip of his wrist, off your blouse went: the first button soared through the air without Izzy needing to even open his eyes. But as he peeked one open and saw the line of tantalising skin grow wider down your rising breast, all semblance of restrained self-mastery fled from his brain.

The rest were ripped open by a clenched glove. You were surprised none of the rest of the crew popped their heads up at the sound: the rip of cotton material being shredded straight across your jiggling bosoms, your buttons flying off like mini cannonballs being struck into the unsuspecting shifts of sand.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how your legs imperceptivity clenched together at the way he subconsciously wet his bottom lip, his nose scrunching up as he nearly snarled at the sight of the unhampered skin freed from your tight blouse.

He's voracious as he bites down like a starved stray and pierces the edge of your right breast with his front teeth. The faint sunlight blinds your eyes and makes you see pockets of stars as he begins sucking like his very soul depended on it, burying his head right in line with your sternum.

Wanting to return the favour, you let your free hands wander down. Hiking up the fringes of his shirt, you let your hands wander over the taut muscles of his abdomen, smiling to yourself as you feel goose bumps prick up to meet your cool palms. Izzy pants against your nipple, which in turn makes it harden as his hot breath breezes past. Giving you an idea, you run your hand up past the fine silver hairs of Izzy's happy trail, to experimentally roll the pad of your thumb over the man's left nipple.

What you weren't expecting, however, was for him to collapse on top of you.

The groan that muffled out past the fist he tried to shove into his mouth was inhuman. Was damn sinful. All he can do while he lets the overpowering rush of desire coarse through his veins is to quieten the sound with your awaiting lips; he's trembling against you, and so you reassure him with a languid massage of your tongue against his own. His hand tried to flail away as he finally feels you probe around his teeth, but you catch it easily, pressing it firmly against your fluttering heart. With a final tug, you finally manage to stumble your way through the loops of his trouser buttons.

His hips judder forward until he prods awkwardly against the bottom of your abdomen, leaving a slick wetness smeared against the buckle of your belt. He grimaces, a thin line of saliva glistening between you as he pulls his head back to look down at the disturbance. His nostrils flare as he buries his hands into two clefts in the rocks either side of your head, and does his best to try and control the painful contortions of his face. A low whistle still manages to catch in the back of his throat as he gazes down at the milky seepage he has left behind, running in smooth drips down your bellybutton and smearing it with each jolt of your desperate hips against his, further and further down against your hip line. The muscles in his face fall as if he were in a trance: as if he were a man possessed.

'I-I care for you. You know that.' He can barely meet your eye in fear that you'd be repulsed by the sweetness - by the fondness that has flooded through them, feeling the gilded shadows that veiled his sight begin to lift.

You reach up and let your pointer finger gingerly trace over the outline of the swallow tattoo inked into the side of his neck. 'I know. I love you too, Israel Hands.'

God, you were going to be the end of him. And if he weren't so blinded by it, he would have been more than satisfied to sink into the depths of oblivion with you seared into his irises: the last mirage, the last vision of a life he had could never have. Of a love he had not earnt.

But he was stubborn, and his talons refused to stop clinging onto hope.

It must have been quite a sight: the perched rocks quaking as something pounded sloppily against them, the cacophony of breathless, gasping whines as your clawed hand tried to reach back and hold desperately onto the sharp jags above your head.

'Should we... should we do something about that?', Roach asks, looking quizzically around at his friends and dropping the stick he had been chasing the Swede around with a moment before onto the beach.

Lucius, squints his eyes warily, and shakes his head in disgust. 'Nah. I'm leaving that one for the Captain to handle.'

'I think he's too busy getting his own, uh, stuff handled by Blackbeard', Jim pipes in, doing their best to hide their roguish smile as the sound of you screaming Izzy's name grew louder and louder, no matter how well you were trying to stifle it by shoving your mouth into his shoulder blade and biting down, and no matter how well Izzy was drowning it out with the harshness of his own grunts.

'Actually', Lucius thumps the end of his pencil against his chin and begins to grin menacingly. 'This might come in very useful. Looks like Dizzy Izzy, or should I say Izzy the Rasper won't be making poor old Lucius scrub anything else while he's on board.'

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #izzy hands imagine #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands smut #ofmd imagine #our flag means death imagine #ofmd season 2 #con o'neill #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #blackbeard #roach #lucius spriggs #black pete #frenchie #jim jimenez #the swede #buttons #wee john feeney

[pinksockllama]

“A love like ours can’t disappear in an instant. We’re joined to one another. Intertwined.”

#our flag means death #our flag means death fanart #blackbonnet #ofmd #ofmd ed x stede #save our flag means death #please this show means so much to me you couldn’t imagine #fanart #pinksockllama

[northernpansy]

i keep trying to make a post about how objectively funny it is that Taika Waititi seems to have been the one who pushed for Rhys Darby to audition for Stede but it keeps sounding like rpf which ew no gross

but it is objectively funny imagine your good friend Taika Waititi who you’ve known and worked with for decades phones you up like “there’s this part on a show I’m working on and you’re perfect for it literally it needs to be you” and you look into it and the role is Kiss Taika

#like to be clear he’s RIGHT Rhys Darby is the only choice for Stede Bonnet #and this is NOT a shipping post i will vomit if i have to see rps #but just fuckkng imagine the emotional journey you’d go on if ur bestie was like #i have the perfect role for you! uwu the role is my boyfriend o_o #ofmd #our flag means death

[fanoftheimagines]

Royal Blue

Royal Blue

Part of the Teal & Orange Writing Challenge

Pairing: Oluwande Boohari/Jim Jimenez/Reader, focuses on Jim Jimenez/Reader

Prompts: Tucking a strand of hair behind your lover’s ear  

Reader Gender: Non-Binary

CW: flirting, dressing each other, yearning, mention of knives, mention of the British/racism

Word Count: 606

Summary: The British are coming aboard, everyone is scrambling, and Jim is struggling to button their pants. You suppose it was the perfect opportunity to flirt.

S1E1

A/N: Life has been super busy, but I finally finished this!!

Masterlist

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GIF: https://thespacetapes.tumblr.com/post/681417324284248064

It's funny how stressful situations can make you calm. A wave of calmness washed over you when Stede handed you a set of his clothes. Your hands were surprisingly steady as you buttoned up the shirt, pants, and vest. The anxious hum that should have been buzzing under your skin was surprisingly absent. As you secured the last button on the intricate yellow vest, you looked over at Jim.

They were struggling with the row of buttons on their blue pants. You smiled softly – they were entirely endearing – and walked over.

“Here,” You said as you approached, “let me.” Gently, you took their pants from them and began to fasten the buttons. The tension between you was palpable. You could feel their eyes on you. There was a sweet intimacy to dressing someone. As you finished the last button, you glanced up. They were staring at you from under the brim of their hat and, despite the beard, they were definitely blushing slightly.

Your hands traveled up and fluffed the frill of their shirt. “You look really nice in this.” They blushed and tipped the brim of their hat to hide it. You smiled softly as the familiar butterflies battered your ribcage. “Watch our backs?”

Jim smiled from under their hat and nodded as if to say “always.”

If you were honest with yourself, you really didn’t think the plan would actually work. Playing dress-up to outsmart the British navy wasn’t exactly how proper pirates did business. Then again, you suppose the crew of the Revenge weren’t exactly proper pirates, were you? Still, the adrenaline when Jim threw their knife, the relief as they left, and the excitement afterward, were buzzing in your veins. You were still in the fancy clothes Stede loaned you. There was a cup of mystery liquid – probably some form of alcohol – that Wee John had happily put in your hand with a clap on your back in celebration.

Your gaze scanned over your celebrating crewmates. It naturally fell on Jim, who was still in their borrowed clothes as well. They looked so attractive in the royal blue outfit. They were holding a cup, sipping as they watched the others laugh and celebrate. You smiled, a familiar wave of love and yearning washing over you.

You had yet to thank them. Their quick knife throw had saved you and Frenchie, and everyone else really, from the British’s verbal abuse. And on top of that, they’d given you a hand in tying one of them up. With a quick swig of your drink and a deep, centering breath, you walked over to them.

They looked at you and raised their cup in greeting as you approached.

“Hey,” You said, “I never did thank you for want you did back there.”

They shrugged as if to say, “no problem.”

“No, I’m serious. I really appreciate you havin’ our backs.” They looked down at their cup. Gently, you reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear. “I really did mean it, by the way. You look incredibly handsome in this. Even more so than you normally do.” It came out more of a whisper. Your heart was in your throat and the butterflies danced in your stomach. It was such a bold and unusual move in comparison to the tentative flirting you did.

Jim blushed, smiled, and dipped their hat. They couldn’t say anything, but their response was clear enough. The sentiment was shared. A tension settled over you after that. And you were both barely preventing yourselves from breaking that tension in front of the whole crew.

Maybe one day.

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#jim jimenez imagine #jim jimenez x reader #our flag means death imagine #our flag means death x reader #enby!reader #romantic!reader #enbyxenby #my fanfic

[themistymountainscold]

frenchie causally leaning against izzy’s thigh is doing things to me

#imagine they actually kiss #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy x frenchie #izzy hands #frenchie #gay #ouizzy #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #our flag means death s2 #frenchie ofmd

[eddie-redcliffe]

Oh, wow, imagine that.

#our flag means death #ofmdedit #stede bonnet #rhys darby #mine #guys guys that's ed teach's zaddy!!! IMAGINE THAT INDEED