May 4
I think this trend was created for him 😈
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I think this trend was created for him 😈
Fish in love! Izzy is a silky shark and Jack is a bamboo shark! 🦈🦈
Submission for @izzyhandsbingo for myths & legends, monsters, and trans squares
Our Flag Means Death/The Little Mermaid
Izzy Hands - Flotsam and Jetsam
Lucius - Flounder
Love Shall Sail as a Ship at Sea
Words: ~1,100
Warnings: Stabbing/Injuries/Blood, Minor Character Death, Swearing/Language, little angsty, Captured, unedited clip
Relationships: Izzy x AFAB Reader
M/M, Israel Hands/Reader, Izzy/Reader, AFAB Reader, mentions of Stede/Ed
A/N - this is just a draft for an izzy x reader that id like to polish up and post on ao3. enjoy!
<3
“Let it go, Iz.” You barked under your breath. “Leave them be. He's not the Blackbeard you used to know, okay?” You pinned his shoulders to the mast before he interrupted the two lovers, Ed and Steede, that, for whatever reason, Hands loathed with every breath in his body.
“He needs to stop fooling around with fucking Bonnet. If Blackbeard refuses to do the job, I will,” he huffed, struggling under your grip. His blaring gaze met yours. “Now, dog,” he seethed, “…release me, or meet the end of my sword.”
Heat bled into your skull. Reluctantly, you obliged. Izzy's deriding scowl teased you to speak up, but the strain in your eyes forced you to retreat and confide to your quarters. Fuck all if the first mate caught sight of your tears. A flash of weakness and the crew would toss you in the sea, food for the fish.
Since when did you give a flying fuck about his words? He was always a cold-hearted bastard, shit-talking all of the crew mates. His judgment meant nothing.
Which, you knew, was utter bullshit. Hands’ approval prompted nearly every action of yours. You itched for his praise, his acceptance. Secretly, you hoped you were his favorite mate. You often kicked your legs after a day of him not brutally berating you.
You cared, but did he reciprocate that feeling?
The beating of your heart skyrocketed instantaneously. Your breathing heaved more than the boat itself. A brewery of dizziness and worry plagued your mind, nearly toppling you over, dead center of the halls. Thankfully, instead of being sent to the floor, you only scathed your head on the gritty, filthy walls.
After reaching your door, your spine met the chilly, moist wooden doorway. Your weight plummeted to the grimy floorboards, your head stung like a bitch, your brain melted into the planks behind you, and you did jack shit about it.
Footsteps slithered outside of your doorway. The creek of the hinges signified the exposure of your fragility. You could only hope for your life that it wasn’t Hands.
“How do you expect to stay with the crew if you are rendered useless from a measly little threat, you pest?”
Your fucking luck. Staying silent was your best option. One emotionally charged word from your mouth and you’d be the spewer. “Get up.”
You peeled yourself from the floor. Dirt, grub, and dust clung to your sweaty skin and tear-stained face. You could tell from Izzy’s changing expression that the little breakdown was painted on your face. His scowl folded into confusion. His eyebrows furrowed a bit.
“Is that…?” He brought his gloveless hand to one of your temples and examined the fresh wound, gently cupping your cheek. “Are you alright?”
You scoffed, refusing to look at his face any longer. It’s funny, he almost seemed concerned.
“Like it matters. Sod off,” you recoiled from his touch and ignored the prick. As you approached your bed, his hand grasped your shoulder.
“That needs to be tended to. What if it gets infected—“
“I said fuck off, asshole,” you muttered. “Since when do you care.” His gentle touch left your arm. He remained silent. Curiosity getting the better of you, you spun around to face him. His shoulders slumped, and he interlocked his hands with yours.
“Just,” he paused and sighed, “…sit down.”
He guided you to your bed, quietly ushering himself out of the room. Shortly, he returned with some alcohol, bandage tape, and a rag in hand.
He pet your wound with care, painting your temple with the damp cloth. Once he’d tended to your injury, the tension released from within you. Izzy set the assorted items aside and found himself a place on your bed.
“Try not to be so careless next time.”
“You know, an apology wouldn’t hurt.”
“I don’t mean to be so harsh. I say things without much thought, and I’ll watch my words.” He rested his head on top if yours. “Okay? You’re not useless, and you’re not a dog.”
That moment marked the beginning of pampering and shining affection from Mr.Hands, first mate Hands, the seemingly heartless man who accompanied the most badass captain in pirate history.
That very idiot loved you more than the sun loved the moon, more than the stars loved the sky, and now you were certain you’d never see him again.
The chains that shackled you to the wall burnt the frail skin around your wrists, exposing your raw flesh to the dust-littered air and the rusty ass metal that imprisoned it.
A pathetic bundle of bandits took advantage of your vulnerablility in your sleep and ditched you under the deck. They fed you moldy bread and mucky water. Only a few days passed and you already wanted to mutilate the bastards.
A rampage of thuds and shouts erupted from the deck above you. Hollars, bustling feet, and then silence. Putting the pieces together, you understood that another pirate boarded the ship and mercilessly butchered on the crew. Serves them right. Creaks lingered outside of your chambers, approaching with haste. Now you’d join their fate. You struggled, attempted to shake the chains loose; but alas, you could only sit and accept your death.
“Y/N?”
Bliss encompassed your heart. That voice was unmistakable.
“Izzy?”
He burst through the door. Sweat, grime, and blood stained his clothes and tears stained his cheeks. “Gods, you’re alive.” He rushed over to you, unlocking your chains.
“Izzy, I-“
His arms wrapped around you. With his head buried in the crook of your neck, his breath tickled your skin as he whispered.
“I won’t ever let you out of my sight again. They can’t hurt you now, okay darling?” Sniffling, you nodded. “Don’t you worry, I’m right here,” he purred.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” you choked out, “and I couldn’t stand it.”
“I would never allow that.” He released you, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I missed you more than anything, love.” His gentle touch brushed stray hairs out of your face and he placed a kiss on your forehead.
Once you reclaimed your belongings, namely your weapons, you creeped back up the stairs to reunite with Iz, who gifted you a moment to recollect yourself. As you emerged from beneath the boards, the alterity of the air struck the hairs of your neck.
“Well, if it isn’t the First Mate, Hands,” the unknown figure declared. He must’ve hidden whilst Izzy slaughtered his crew. You slithered up behind him and lurked over his shoulder. “How would you feel if I handed you the same wrath you gave to my men?”
Within a breath, you sheathed your knife, slipped him into a chokehold, and slit a fissure in the fucker’s throat.
“Threaten him again and die,” you hissed through gritted teeth.
He choked under your hands, “He deserves to burn.”
You drove your blade through his throat, immediately severing the tangle of tubes inside him. Blood sputtered and spat as he plunged to the ground.
A speechless, beet-red Izzy stood, baffled, but also a tad flustered.
“Iz, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” You stammered, darting over to examine him. He took a moment to process.
“He did nothing, love, not to worry,” he murmured, caressing your hands with his. “Let’s get you back to the ship.”
Angry boi
"Blackbeard is my captain. I serve Blackbeard, not Edward. Edward better watch his fucking step." . I have a lot of thoughts for Izzy Hands, but I love him. He's damaged, toxic goods and it will be the death of him. @oneill.con seems like the real treasure (take note, Stede). . #art #illustration #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath #OurFlagHBOMax #Izzy #IzzyHands #IsraelHands #pirates #GayPirates #ConOneill #fanart #SketchCard #sketch #WorkDoodle @dvidjenkins @ourflagonmax https://www.instagram.com/p/CcTl059PyrO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Иззи в душе романтик, просто я не могу это доказать ~