#izzyhnds

[gentlepyrate]

one merboy for @izzyhnds​   //   FIRST MATE HANDS

It's storming. It's gotten to the point where Stede has abandoned his beloved library and left hisbooks to fend for themselves, and he's out with the rest, doing his best to help, which admittedly isn't much. He doesn't have much expertise, but he is an extra pair of hands, and occasionally there is a rope he can pull, a something he can hold in place.

Everyone is soaked to the bone and exhausted, but Stede hasn't had as much work to do - perhaps that's why he sees it out of the corner through his eye when everyone else doesn’t, squinting through the rain as the first mate falls against the side of the railing, looking immensely unsteady, and as the ship abruptly jerks under the force of a wave, tumbles over the edge.

He doesn't even think. Doesn't stop to consider that most of his crew knows nothing about his secret, doesn't think about the fact that Israel Hands certainly doesn't, doesn't pause to consider if he's worth saving or if Stede wants to. He knows the answer instictively. Of course he does. Even if he's a terrible, no-good, awful sort of man, Stede isn't going to let him die when he has the means to save him.

Stede tears off his shirt - already soaked through, useless - doesn't even bother with his pants - they'll tear, they're already ruined, it's fine - grabs a lifeline, and dives over.

He's never swam in a storm. It's always felt like he belongs in the sea, the ocean cutting past his tail like air when he transforms, but now he feels pushed around, resisted by the water, and the shadow of Israel's Hands body is near impossible to find in in the mess.

He does find him, though. A streak of blue, white, and yellow scales darts through the water, pulling him into his arms and breaking the surface.

He has an armful of a hacking, half-conscious, incredibly pale-looking Izzy Hands. The man looks like he should have gone below decks hours ago, but help was desperately needed above, so he probably stayed because of his relentless loyalty to Edward. It’s hard to think him stupid for it. But with Izzy in his arms, Stede can’t pull them up, so he has to wait for someone else to start pulling the line to bring them in.

He'd been hoping that somehow, Izzy wouldn't notice the tail, but he'd forgotten about the gills on the sides of his neck, catching the man stare at them like they're . . . well, inhuman.

" Ah. You're hallucinating, "   Stede offers instinctively, fairly confident that Izzy won't believe him and not trying particularly hard to convince him. A wave crashes over the both of them, and Stede pulls him in tighter, not wanting to lose him to the sea again. It doesn’t affect him all that much, but he imagines it must be cold and difficult to breathe through for Izzy.    " What you're seeing is absolutely ridiculous and couldn't possibly be true. "

[beastpyrate]

@izzyhnds   //   𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐘

" I don't know how to do it right, "   Ed announces, throwing his hands out to his sides, letting them fall against his thighs again. He's been thinking of it for weeks, months. Treating it like a battle to be had. Now, he's pretty sure there's no tactics that can help you win a conversation about feelings. It's just a losing game - which means he has to choose how he wants to lose, the answer of which is obviously go out swinging.   " And neither do you, also, so. Let's do it stupid. I'm mad at you, because you started treating me like I'm some fuckin' myth that we made up, and and I'm - I'm upset because we used to be friends. Not you and Blackbeard, not Blackbeard and his first mate. Ed and Izzy. And I fucking miss you. But every time we hang out now it's like I feel this pressure like I'm supposed to be someone else - this immortal fucking god, and you have no clue how tiring it, Iz. Every word, look, action, thought, all of it has to be perfect. I never got to be myself for decades, and I want to do it now, but every time I do it, you get angry and it makes me feel - "  

Like you don't love me anymore.

He never did, Ed reminds himself, and even the threat of Izzy biting at him for this little speech has his throat choked up and he hates it.

" Like - like you don't - like - "   Don't start fucking crying. God. Shit. Ed has to tilt his head to the ceiling to try and keep the tears at bay. This could be worth absolutely fucking nothing. Izzy is probably going to hate him for saying this. It's a losing game - he certainly feels like he's losing. Actually, he can't breathe. Fuck no.

" Like - "

The thing is, it's a lot of shit, and Ed has yet to break down about it, really. Oh, he's broken down a lot, for almost killing Stede, for becoming a monster, for Stede leaving him, for loving Stede, but he hasn't broken down about Izzy. It's years of pain and stress that suddenly crashes down on his shoulders, and now that the dam is broke he fucking crumples, a tear sliding down his cheek without his permission, his hand tangling itself into his own hair. Two minutes ago they weren't even having this conversation. How fucking pathetic. There's no way Izzy will know how to respond to this. No way to do it right - most likely, he's going to make it worse, even if he tries to make it better.

It's a losing game.

[dontyoufeelcalmer]

a young @izzyhnds​ & dr. “goody two shoes” wilson 

[kraxed]

Boss. Why does Stede Bonnet call you Baby Girl?

                 ❝  i’ll ... tell you when your older.  ❞

[walkpathe-arch]

PROMPT.   OPEN

@izzyhnds  (   as izzy  ) sent ' training ' to:  get pinned against the wall during a sparring match.

izzy might be smaller than him,   but when it comes to sword fighting he has better technical skill on his side and they are both very aware of it.  it's the reason he ends up winning most of their sparring matches,   after all,  but edward is not about to let him win without putting up one hell of a fight.  so he grits his teeth,  blocking a relentless series of attacks until he is forced back towards the quarterdeck,  not even bothering with trying to get a blow in.  it's when he manages to twist his body backwards to avoid another hit that he finally puts some distance between them.  

the ship sways gently beneath his feet,  not disrupting his balance in the slightest.  he moves with it,  bending his knees with a grin on his lips,  the one that usually spells trouble.  and as if on cue,  what he does next is impossibly reckless:  he drops the sword on the ground and lunges forward,  low enough to catch izzy around his middle and effectively pin him against the nearest wooden surface.   ❛  i believe i've won this round,  wouldn't you say?  ❜   edward looks a bit wild under the moonlight.  his hair messed up and laughter spilling from his lips,  the rush of both adrenaline and victory running through his body like the sea breeze.  

[ourflagmeansroleplay]

@izzyhnds : “Oh, no.” (said really sarcastically)  -Stede izzy is a bully, pass it on sidebar, really reminded me of this bullshit

Stede grunted at the loss of his throwing dagger, which had arched rather gracefully through the air before landing with a feckless thunnnnng at least three feet to the left of the target. He cleared his throat and straightened the front of his jacket at Mr. Hands' comment, calmly (if stiffly) moving to retrieve his affects.

"Yes, well. Ed is an excellent teacher, and I for one think I've made excellent progress for only four lessons."

[blackflcgs]

izzyhnds asked: “Not for nothing, but that guy really is a dick, huh?”

“Who?” He asks, and cluelessness is feigned so well Ed nearly convinces himself he doesn’t know who Izzy could possibly be talking about. Ugh, but why is that his first instinct? He can talk a little bit of shit on Jack, especially considering that Izzy has a point, especially considering that Ed’s the one who crawled-- sulking-- into his hammock in the first place.

“Okay. Rackham is a bit of a prick, yeah,” Ed concedes. He gets that he should probably be embarrassed that he’s just slunk back from sucking him off in the cargo hold, but instead his feelings are hurt.

"He got all pissy when I tried to kiss him.” ‘What the fuck dude, I don’t do that gay shit!’ Jack had declared, not even for the first time. Mostly it’s left Ed bewildered? The idea a lack of kissing somehow makes blowing your load into another man’s mouth any less homoerotic is obviously absurd.

Ed rolls his eyes in the same motion he physically rolls over, effectively tucking himself into the warmth of Izzy’s side to rest his head on his chest. For a moment he just lays there; the sound of Izzy’s heart beating managing to make him feel a little less shitty. He peers up at Izzy from beneath long lashes. “Do you think I should break up with him?”

He probably won’t, but. Should he?

@izzyhnds

[gentlepyrate]

@izzyhnds   //   𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐋

😳   //   YOUR MUSE WALKS IN ON MY MUSE UNDRESSED

It takes far less time to get ready in the morning than it used to. He used to have hundreds of choices of what to wear, he had an incredibly complex skincare routine, as well as one for his hair. He spent over an hour getting ready every morning, if he didn't have help.

Some things have carried. He's fairly sure he's the cleanest pirate in the Caribbean, that no other pirate moisturizes their face every morning. His hair takes far less time - he doesn't curl it anymore, simply brushes it back with some pomade. He has less choices regarding clothing, and far less layers as well.

Somehow, this still allows for enough time to let someone walk in.

Stede doesn't notice as Izzy enters the room at first, simply continues his routine, bare as the day he was born. There's smatterings of freckles, thin lines of scars across his back from his childhood, one at his left side where Israel himself had stabbed him, and a few more he'd gathered on the way to find Ed and after. He's privy, even, to a tattoo upon the back of his shoulder that Ed had given Stede and which he has yet to bare to the world, a small anchor over a heart. He's witness to even more private things, such as the size of Stede's cock and the faint stretch marks upon his thighs and stomach, but Stede is not aware that he can see any of this, not for a good few seconds as he rubs lotion into the skin above his beard, his cheeks, his forehead. It is only after this is done that he opens his eyes, suddenly catching sight of the first mate in the reflection in front of him.

Stede's eyes widen. He turns around, quickly grabbing the robe that hangs over the back of the chair and wraps himself in it. He is not too disturbed to have been found naked. He and Ed have sort of made a habit of wandering around like this every morning, but there's enough of a gentleman left in him to feel a little bit of shame as he ties the robe at his waist - barely even enough to cover him, the fabric immediately falls to an open v that shows a good portion of his chest - and his attraction to Israel is more then enough to finish off the rest of the embarassment, pinkening his cheeks as he awkwardly stares at the floor before Izzy's feet.

" Er - my apologies, Mr. Hands. I didn't - I told Ed to lock the door. "   Which was of course, a mistake. Ed forgets the little things, bless him. Stede should have checked it himself.   " Did you need something? "