Maybe steady hands with an S/O who is a really skilled pirate and they help Train Steve and spar with Izzy and Ed????
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Summary: Stede seeks your help with training, and you having a sparring session with Ed and Izzy
Relationships: Steddyhands x gn reader
Word count: 1.4k+
Warnings: None that I can think of
“It’s not fair.” Stede pouts as his head lays on your lap, your fingers threading through his golden curls.
“What’s not fair babe?”
“How I have three incredibly skilled partners, and then there’s just me.”
“Hey you’re skilled too,” you assure him.
“Not at pirating,” he huffs.
“You just have less experience than us honey, we’ve been on ships for years, we had no choice but to get good otherwise we’d be long dead.”
“I’m glad you’re not”
“Hm?”
“I’m glad you’re not dead”
You chuckle at his sincerity. “Thanks babe.”
“Will you help me train?” He asks.
“I thought Iz was helping you with that.”
“Yeah but he shouts at me, a lot” he pouts again, but you know he enjoys it really, you’ve seen firsthand how hot and flustered he still gets when Izzy starts to get a bit frustrated. You’ve walked in on them several times after training, starting to feel a little hot yourself, and glad that your partners haven’t killed each other.
“Thought you’d ask Ed to be honest.” You admit.
“Ed’s too soft on me, need someone that won’t lie to me about how I’m doing.”
You nod in understanding, Ed is definitely a big softie when it comes to his partners, getting to know him properly and eventually seeing that softer side has been something you’ll always treasure.
“Sure I’ll train you.”
“Thanks darling.”
“Right now though I have a better idea.”
Before he can question what that might be, you bend down, your hand caressing his cheek, Stede let’s out a little noise as your lips collide. Soon he’s kissing you back passionately, his hand gripped into the fabric of your shirt as if trying to pull you closer. You certainly don’t get any training done that day.
“Okay my turn!” You plead, as nice as it is to watch Izzy and Ed sparring, you wanted your own turn.
Not that it wasn’t nice to watch them, really nice, the way Ed’s arms flex as he wields his sword, the sweat currently dripping down Izzy’s bare chest, and pooling in those beautiful tits.
“I choose Iz first” you declare, taking your sword out and pointing it in his direction. “If you accept?”
Izzy raises an eyebrow in amusement “I accept” he replies, quickly drawing his own sword.
You liken the way you spar with Izzy more to an intricate dance, weaving and ducking as your swords clink together in a beautiful harmony. You try your best not to get distracted by that beautiful chest, the dark hair that sits there that you love to run your fingers through.
You carry on this dance between you, Ed whooping and cheering for you both as you move across the deck with ease. Neither of you pull out any moves to best the other yet, enjoying this session way too much to want it to end quite yet. You continue with gusto and precision, your chest heaving slightly from the exertion.
You’re happy to see that Izzy appears to be just as affected as you are, the lust in his eyes is apparent and his trousers certainly look tighter than they did, but you know that won’t affect his performance, he can match you any day of the week.
Eventually you manage to best him, knocking the sword out of his hand, you bring your own sword up, the tip pressed to his chin.
“Do you surrender first mate Hands?” you ask, your breath mingling in the small space between you.
Izzy closes the distance as you lower your sword, claiming your lips.
“My turn.” Ed interjects after he’s bored of waiting, you turn your attention to him giving him a peck on the lips.
“I meant at sparring but I’ll take it,” Ed shrugs, going in for another kiss.
“Oh right,” you giggle, “in that case.” You pick your sword back up from where it previously fell, pointing it in Ed’s direction.
“Captain Blackbeard, I challenge you to a duel,” you say, knowing that calling him that will wind him up a little.
“Seriously?” He rolls his eyes at your teasing, “but yes, I accept.”
The clashing of swords fills the air as you both move around the deck with ease, it’s similar to sparring with Izzy, yet there’s something different in the way Ed moves. There’s also a darkness in his eyes, one that had once scared you, yet now it just makes you feel warm inside.
Izzy stands to the side as he observes, not as vocal as Ed, but still appreciative of what he was seeing. He knows Ed’s an amazing swordsman, they’ve fought together for years, trained together when they were just boys, taught each other tricks that they’d picked up.
You though had been more of a surprise to him, he’d been so used to discovering that most of the crew were useless twats, that he’d expected you to be just the same. Oh how he had been wrong, the first time he’d seen you fight during a raid he’d been so distracted that he had almost got himself stabbed.
But there’s something about watching you and Ed sparring together that just does something for him, the way you both move together as one. He has to adjust himself slightly as he continues to watch you both.
He’s so entranced that he doesn’t even notice Stede’s presence until the man puts an arm around him, his hand instinctively going to the sword that is now back at his side.
“Jesus Christ, Bonnet, where did you come from?”
“They’re good aren’t they?” Stede says.
“Better than good.”
“I wish I was as good as the three of you are.” Stede says wistfully.
Izzy clams up a little, he’s not the best at reassuring people, but it turns out it’s something you have to do quite a lot when you have three partners, so he’s getting better.
“You’ll get there, Bonnet.”
“Thanks Israel,” Stede beams at him, Izzy wouldn’t admit it but he loves making Stede smile like that.
His attention turns back to where you and Ed are still sparring, you’re putting up a good fight but Ed manages to disarm you with a trick that Izzy had taught him many years ago. Not that you seemed to mind, if the two of you making out on the deck is anything to go by.
“How about we have our own fun?” Stede whispers. Izzy nods, allowing him to be guided to the cabin.
“Move that foot here,” you say, attempting to get Stede in a proper stance. “You need to be more on the back foot.”
“Like this?” Stede asks.
“Kinda, just shift your weight slightly, that’s better. Now try and attack me.”
Stede shifts forward, but you’re easily able to predict which way he’s going and block him. He tries again and again but each time he makes it too obvious which way he’s going to go.
“This is useless,” he sighs. “Izzy’s right, I’m totally incompetent.”
“He didn’t mean that,” you assure him. “He just gets frustrated sometimes.”
“He’s right though.” Stede sniffs.
“C’mon babe, one more try, and if you do well I’ll give you one of those back rubs you love so much.”
“With the orange oil?” he asks.
“Of course, but first you need to get a hit.”
Stede seems a little bit more determined after that, brow furrowed in concentration as he adjusts his stance. He uses everything you’ve taught him so far to try and get a hit, it takes him a while but eventually he lands one.
“Y/N I did it!” Stede exclaims.
“You did, well done babe.” You praise.
“Do I get the back rub now?”
“Go on then, I suppose you’ve earned it.”
Stede’s skills slowly start picking up, perhaps your slightly softer but not too soft approach is what does it, or maybe it’s the promise of back rubs whenever he does something well. You and your two other partners are currently sat on crates watching as Stede swings from a rope and lands on his feet.
“You wouldn’t even be able to tell that half an hour ago he was laying on the floor complaining of rope burn.” Izzy whispers, making you and Ed laugh.
“Yeah tenth time round and he’s almost a pro.” Ed replies.
“Guys did you see that one?” Stede asks as he runs up to the three of you, chest heaving from exhaustion. “I didn’t fall over or anything.”
“Well done, babe.” Ed praises.
“Yeah good job, Stede.” You add.
“Can we go back to the cabin now?” Stede asks, slightly out of breath. “I think I might need a little lie down after all that.”
Ed wraps an arm around Stede leading him below deck. “C’mon love let’s go.”
You and Izzy follow closely behind, your arm linked with his, excited for an evening with your partners.
