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“You are.” He states matter-of-factly with a shit eating grin. He grabs another grape but pops it into his own mouth instead of throwing it at Charles. “You dare me?” He scoffs, the grin still intact. “Even If it was me that threw the first one at you,” He wasn’t the only one eating grapes in here, after all. Though who else would throw one at him? That would be quite stupid. “And I did decide to throw another, what would you do, Charles? That sounded like a threat to me.”

-Throws a grape at the back of his head.-

…. ?!?!

Charles reached up and rubbed the back of his head, unsure exactly what had hit him until he spotted a grape on the floor, rolling his eyes and taking a look across the room at Flint.

“ Really, James? And you say I’m a little shit. Try throwing that again. I dare you. “

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#they’re such children lmao #finally responded to this xD #I just wanted something short fun and sweet #all my other replies are long and my brain says no at the moment xD #fornassau

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❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞ From Charles

"To death or... someone?" A brief pause, lips curling into a smirk. "If you're worried about someone else swooping in Charles, don't be. I know you'd cut off their hands for even thinking of touching me." He chuckles, though he isn't completely joking about that. It was known how protective and possessive these two were of one another. "Besides, I think it's well known that I don't really give a fuck about anyone else." That's what most thought of him, anyway. He wasn't a very approachable man, but that was fine with him. Of course he liked his crew, his friends and those considered family, but that was about it. "Don't think you need to worry about anyone trying to steal me. Falling in love with you took a lot out of me already, I don't have the energy to fall for anyone else." He teases, though he's being truthful. He could never, and would never, fall in love with anyone else. Charles was it.

"If to death, then..." His voice quiets a little, the smirk fading. "Death happens upon everyone at some point in their life, and as pirates, it's a greater risk for us." Their lives were incredibly dangerous, after all. Both men knew that. "All we can do is keep fighting to live and now, more than ever, I have a reason for that." His eyes were on Charles when saying those words. He was his reason to fight, his reason to live. To enjoy every damn day to the fullest. @fornassau

#answered #c; james flint #fornassau

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“Don’t go anywhere. Wait for me backstage, yeah?”

James kept repeating those words over and over in his mind, still in disbelief over them and wondering if he actually heard him right. Did he really say those words to him? Did he really want to see him when the show was over? James hoped so, because if not he'd look like the biggest idiot waiting back here for nothing. It could be some cruel trick, payback for his not so fun attitude out there on stage, but honestly... James didn't think it was. Because he seemed so... genuine. Even shut off his mic so he could say some things to James in private. Including apologizing again and hell, he even nearly bit of his bandmate's head for continuing to tease and embarrass James. He felt like an idiot being out there on that stage but fuck, he liked being near Charles. The complete opposite of when they first met when he wanted to knock him on his ass.

Admittedly, he still did simply because was annoyed at how attracted to him he was. The fucker was incredibly charming, hot, and really did seem to have a good heart and James found himself wanting to know more about him. Wanting to be around him more and given Charles's invite, he wanted the same. Not all that surprising, though, considering all the flirting that happened on stage. Mostly from Charles, but James showed his own interest. Holding his hand for longer than necessary, checking him out before and after his shirt came off, and even requesting he sing to him after Charles asked what he could do to make it up to him.

"Sing to me." James had blurted out without even thinking, his eyes locked with Charles's the entire time. Then he smiled at him and fuck, it's all James could think of as the man sang for him. Sang to him. Even when he was turned towards the crowd. But for most of it, he looked right at James, smiled at him, danced so close that James could feel the heat radiating off of his body. His chest was slicked in sweat, shining under the flashing lights... he was sculpted like a fucking God. He looked like one while standing center stage under the bright, colorful lights, his voice filling the entire building and it's all James could hear. All he cared to hear. All he could think about.

Even now standing backstage, his eyes glued on Charles as he continued the performance, all he could think about was the way he looked at him, the way he smiled, the way he sang to him. Had he done this for anyone else? How many other lucky concertgoers had been sang to by this man? The thought bothered James, but he tried not to care. He just... fuck. He wanted him. Badly. Thank god it was dim backstage...

Buzz. Buzz.

Feeling his phone vibrate, James reaches into his pocket. Three missed calls and several text messages. All from Stede and Izzy. They no doubt saw Charles whisper something in his ear before he walked backstage instead of offstage.

"Where the hell did you go?"

"Are you backstage!?"

"JAMES."

"ANSWER. ARE YOU ALIVE?"

He reads through some of the notifications, not even getting through all the messages, because it's then he hears thunderous applause followed by Charles's voice. He was thanking everyone. Thanking them for coming out tonight, for their support, and for a damn fucking good tour that he was grateful concluded here. Holy shit. So he was done for the night. That meant... fuck. That meant he was about to come back here. That meant James was about to see him again. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck was going to happen exactly? His heart was racing, his mind, too. What if this was mistake? Either because he potentially misheard or misunderstood Charles or... he didn't and something was going to come from the attraction and all the flirting. The thought, admittedly, has James aroused, not even the anger or annoyance keeping that from happening, but then again, maybe it was just adding to it. He wanted him and he fucking hated that he wanted him, but he did. Not even just physically, but...

Shit. Here he comes.

He slips his phone back into his pocket and moves to lean against the wall to let the crew onto the stage while waiting for Charles and... damnit. Of course he was still fucking shirtless. Fuck.

Charles could have continued to be an asshole if he wanted, but he has been telling the truth. He’d just been having a bad day and was very nervous about tonight. Seeing just how angry he was at the time he’d almost felt bad about it then. But he figured he’d be never see him again, so it didn’t really matter. But now here they were, face to face. He wasn’t that much of a dick to humiliate someone like that who didn’t deserve it. And he was being genuine about the whole thing, he really was sorry. But that could be hard to believe as he made a sort of show of it. But this was a concert. He didn’t want to pretend on stage. That wasn’t who he was. Charles was all in or all out.

For the moment their eyes locked, he’d found the ones before him stunning. Now his were truly like the ocean, a greenish blue that seemed to be ever changing, with little bits of brown here and there almost like algae. Most beautiful eyes he ever saw. To say he was entranced a bit was an understatement. To say he forgot that they were on stage? Truth. It wasn’t until Jack spoke in his obnoxious way that it shook him out of it. They were still holding hands. He’d pretty much forgotten about taking it away. It was just one of those moments that moved in slow motion while the rest of the world continued. Then, Flint pulled it away.

Jack was going on and on, being a showman. Except Jack had pissed him off earlier, and maybe Charles got a bit snippy. He raised his hand up to the booing audience, and that seemed to silence them.

“ Back off of ‘im, Jack. He’s not used to the limelight.” He spewed some anger that was familiar with the kind at the bar. It was a perfect powderkeg of emotions up there. Was.. he protecting him? Absolutely. He didn’t want anyone to have a miserable time at one of these events. He must have been dragged here, he thought. Now he could only think how miserable a time he was having. He probably hated his music… and that’s okay.. it’s not everyone’s thing. Uh oh. His self confidence was sinking a little in his own thoughts. These were thoughts he had when he was nervous, like earlier in the day, and now here was someone who was being forced to listen to him? He probably wasn’t having a good time. Just look at him.

“ You don’t have to. “ Charles said quietly, as if his entire demeanor had changed. The showman wasn’t even looking at the crowd anymore. Instead, there was a sadness in his eyes now that went unspoken. “ M’not pressuring someone to do something they don’t want. “

Jack looked worried. Was Charles okay? Fucking lead singers and their primadonna drama. He glanced to Anne.

The microphone was brought down, the man leaning in close so he could speak into his ear, over the sounds of the crowd, the speakers, all of it. “ Do you want to just go back to your seat? I’m sorry I’ve made you uncomfortable. “

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Izzy had nodded in agreement, now feeling a bit bad they’d been so insistent he go up. He frowned, having to hug Stede then. “ But Charles wasn’t letting go either. Something’s going on. “

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"You're obviously not fucking fine,"

There was something akin to a chuckle that fell from Flint's mouth hearing those words. It wasn't completely humorless either. "What, this?" He glances around his office, almost looking ashamed now. "Storm ripped through here." Which wasn't exactly wrong. Flint was the storm, a raging one at that, but he'd calmed down over the past several minutes, even more so with Izzy here now. He hated that he had to see him like this, had to see the mess that he made - he felt ashamed, suddenly. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't have cared, but this was Izzy. So he did care. He cared a-whole-fucking-lot. "I'll... be fine." Another partial lie because would he ever truly be okay? Not completely. Not with all the shit going on in this fucking world, not with everything happening with Nassau, not with the awkwardness between him and Izzy. He hated it.

Did he regret the kiss? Not the kiss itself, but rather what happened after. The interruption that ruined the entire thing. The interruption that pulled them apart, that now kept them apart unless business related matters came up. Because those were the only times Izzy came to talk to him now. They weren't even spending time together late a night like they had been before the kiss and he never really saw Izzy even out there anymore, likely to avoid having Flint join him. It was obvious he was avoiding him because of the kiss, and though it hurt, Flint respected his wishes. He didn't pursue him, he didn't bring up the kiss, didn't even bring up what they said to each other that night. He didn't want to make the situation worse so he just... let it be. He'd give Izzy the space he needed until he felt ready to talk. If he ever did.

And even though he was here now and mentioned talking, Flint knew it wasn't to talk about that night. About them. He was here to check on Flint, to make sure he was okay, and to talk about what had happened several minutes ago. Something that did have to do with them and for Izzy, that much was obvious. But not to the rest of the crew. Or so he hoped. He was fighting the urge to pull Izzy into his arms, to apologize for this, for him, and to just... hold him because he, too, was fucking touch starved and the only person he wanted near was Izzy, but he wouldn't say that out loud. He couldn't. But his presence alone was helping and Flint was grateful for that. "About what happened out there, I assume." He says as he starts to pick some things off of the ground. Back to business, then. "How did they miss those men?" He questions, trying to keep his anger in check this time. But just the thought bothered him. "How did they fail to locate and secure any and all survivors?"

Flint hated how angry he could get and how quickly. It was something he'd been trying to work on, something he feels he's been better about, even if just slightly, but when something went wrong, something that shouldn't go wrong, it easily set him off. And this was certainly one of those times. Not just because he expected more from his crew, not just because he expected better, but because it nearly cost someone their life. The fact that it was Izzy made it ten times fucking worse, but he hoped that hadn't been obvious. Perhaps to Silver, it had been, maybe even Billy, but it shouldn't have happened at all. As strict and cold as a Captain he could be sometimes, he did care about his fucking crew. He didn't show it as often as he should, and it no doubt seemed like the opposite sometimes, but he was trying to be better about that, too.

Sometimes his anger became so much of a problem to him that he would fucking cry. But he always made damn sure no one witnessed it. He refused to let anyone see him cry. Whether from pure anger and frustration or heartbreak and devastation. Both of which he's experienced too fucking much of. And in this moment, he was on the verge of tears. His heart was pounding, his knuckles stinging, his mind racing -- all to the point where he was just feeling overwhelmed. He takes in a deep breath, desperately trying to will away the tears gathering in his eyes, but it's then that he hears a knock on the door followed by it opening without so much as an invite. "Did I say you could--" He goes quite the second he hears Izzy's voice and it even calms the Captain, quieting the storm within his mind and helping the rage within to dissipate. His shoulders fall, visibly relaxing from Izzy's voice and his presence, also evident in the way his eyes soften when he looks at him. He looks... scared, hesitant to approach him, and fuck does that make Flint feel like shit. The last thing he wants is for Izzy to be afraid of him, to be reminded of his former Captain, as crazy as the bastard was. But in this moment, because of Izzy and his presence alone, Flint was relaxing, looking at ease and feeling it, too.

"No. Don't." He tells him, only to mentally scold himself for that. Almost like he was pleading for Izzy to stay, so he tried to correct himself. "You don't have to. I'm... fine." It wasn't a complete lie since he was calming down. "I'm sorry." He clears his throat, then, taking in another deep breath before he turns to fully face Izzy, looking relieved to see him standing there. Not just because he hadn't left, but because he was alive. He was okay. "Is there something you need?"

#c; james flint #unicornondeck

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James was not someone who enjoyed being in the spotlight. Especially not in front of thousands of people such as this. People who were here because they wanted to be, who knew of the band, who loved the music, whereas James hadn't heard even one song until today. Hell, he'd even hated the lead singer when he first met him hours ago, but he wouldn't say that out loud of course. No one had to know that they met earlier and that James went off of him. They could simply pretend this was their first meeting and all would be fine.

But then Charles does the exact opposite. He does what James didn't want to do. He informs the crowd that they did meet earlier today and he shoots him a warning glare as though half demanding, half pleading he stayed fucking quiet. But did he? Of fucking course not. He went on about how he was stressed out and having a shit day and how James bumped into him and went off on him for no reason and---wait. He wasn't blaming James for it? He wasn't calling him out in front of these thousands of people? He wasn't calling him an asshole and embarrassing him in front of his fans?

Admittedly, that has James's anger calming a little. He hadn't expected Charles to not only take the blame and admit to being the one at fault but to apologize, too. Then he compliments him. Calls him hot. Flirts with him just like he did hours ago and what. the. fuck. was. happening? During their first meeting James wasn't entirely convinced he was trying to flirt with him until he thought more on it later and now he was doing so again. He was beyond fucking confused. He was feeling awkward. Uncertain. Overwhelmed. On one hand he found it sweet that Charles apologized to him, but on the other he couldn't help but wonder if it was part of the show. If this was just him trying to seem like the best guy and using James to do. Or maybe that's what James wanted to think so it kept him from feeling so fucking attracted to the bastard because he was sure as hell feeling that, too, while standing here with him.

He didn't appreciate being used, though. For show or for gain and he sure as hell didn't appreciate his hand being forced. Because of course he'd have to accept his apology. He was standing here in front of thousands of people. If he accused him of lying for show or refused to accept his apology, James would be put on blast. He'd be boo'ed, ridiculed, hated, etc, and it would be all over social fucking media, too. He had no goddamn choice but to take Charles's hand in his and accept the apology. But upon doing so, upon feeling Charles's fingers wrap around his, he noticed the way Charles looked at him. Not at the audience, not had his band members, but at him. There was no grin either, no amused smirk, but a smile. A genuine smile and holy fuck, did he have a nice smile. And a large, strong hand, though slick with sweat. And his eyes... fuck. They were blue, just like James's. Though, a little darker and... warm. They pulled him right in like the ocean, a place James considered his home. How did he not notice how beautiful and expressive they were the first time?

Right, because he'd been too busy telling him to fuck off.

The crowd letting out a collective booming 'aww' startled James from his thoughts, nearly forgetting he was being watched by thousands. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure." He nods in agreement, clearing his throat as he shakes his hand for probably longer than necessary, but Charles hadn't made the move to let go either. His heart was fucking pounding, sweat beading on his forehead, his head even starting to throb a little. This was way too fucking much. He just hated that so many were watching.

"Well, now that that's resolved! Good on our Charles, huh? What a guy!" Jack praises with a gentle clap as he makes his way over to the two of them. "He just called you hot, how does it feel?" He questions, holding the mic over to Flint who then drops Charles's hand before.

"Fine." He answers simply and Jack laughs.

"Fine. Ouch." He looks at Charles then shrugs. "Weeeell, no matter! Because you still have the great honor of removing his shirt! Something no one else has ever been able to do." Then a pause. "Well, not on stage anyway." He winks and Flint turns red, looking away from Charles. "Ready, Mr, Flint?"

"Think I'll, uh," A hard swallow. "I'll pass."

A collective gasp and then some boo'ing from the crowd. Jack's eyebrow quirks. "Pass, you say?"

More booing and Flint frowns, looking quite uncomfortable. He was really being boo'd for not wanting to undress someone on stage?

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"He looks so uncomfortable up there..." Stede whispers to Izzy with a frown, actually feeling bad for him. "Did you see how long he held his hand though?" Almost as though it was keeping him afloat on that stage. Keeping him grounded and from collapsing. Stede knew exactly how that felt, his hand squeezing Izzy's in this moment.

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"Never really done anything like this before. Not my fuckin' thing." He tells Jack, sounding a little irritated.

"Ah, first time." He whispers into the mic, eliciting some chuckles from the crowd.

James shoots a glare at him. Another one of those 'if looks could kill' that Charles would surely recognize.

Jack then looks at the lead singer. "Chaz? Up to you then, my friend!"

Izzy was snorting and trying not to laugh even more when Stede made a show of it all. But of courseJames had to be his grumpy self to the point of no return. He frowned a bit as he resisted and even shouted at his boyfriend. “ Don’t talk to him like that. He just wants you to have some fun and be happy. We both do. “ It was far too obvious that Flint liked Charles. What was the phrase from Shakespeare? The lady doth protest too much. But soon enough he was actually making his way to the stage, and Izzy snickered. “ Oh I can’t wait for this. “

Charles couldn’t see who the audience member was until he was down in front due to the stage lights. That was when they locked eyes. He couldn’t fucking believe it. This guy? The ginger cunt from earlier? He inexplicably burst into laughter, doing a bit of a spin on the stage in thought of what was about to happen. He definitely didn’t know who he was, but he was at the concert? It was all very mysterious and interesting. And under the hot lights, that red hair was even brighter than earlier. Before he could think — before he could debate that maybe saying what was in your head wasn’t a good idea? He did.

“ God, I love redheads. “

That statement got a brow raise from Jack as he was protective of his redhead and a smirk of delight from Anne. He’d said that right into the microphone, and you could practically peg Izzy’s laughter all the way to the stage. Charles rolled his eyes, but now he was all smiles and niceties. “ .. Ahm.. we actually met earlier today. “ He looks to the crowd, then to the newly introduced James Flint. Even those freckles were more noticeable in all this light. He started to talk, and of course the crowd might’ve been a little confused, but fuck all.

“ Listen, can we start over? I was havin’ a shit day, I was stressed out about well.. “ He gestures around him. “ All this. “ Hearing the murmurs from the crowd and even his other band members, he explained into the microphone. “ I was a dick earlier to this guy. I spilled my drink accidentally. Was my fault but.. “ He placed a hand on his soon to be bare chest. “ I’m an asshole and blamed it on him. But can you blame me? Redheads are at their hottest when they’re pissed. The angrier he got, the hotter he got. And he’s already hot, right? “ He asked the audience to which Izzy was shouting a triumphant YES. This was going better than he’d hoped, but you never knew what would happen with James Flint.

Charles had just complimented him on stage infront of a live audience. If that didn’t say the man had no shame or qualms about who he was, nothing did. He stood by his words whole heartedly. It was how he lived. It was all in or nothing. Vane never did anything half assed.

So now he extended a hand to him. “ Charles Vane, lead singer of Rusty Anchors. Forgive me? “

The crowd went wild, as did Izzy, with AWWWWWS. It was always nice to see someone flawed and fucked up repent for their mistakes. He should have just asked for the ginger cunt’s number, but he was preoccupied. And damn, did this make for a good show.

#poor flint #even stede can tell and feels bad #c; james flint #c; stede bonnet #also Charles better shut Jack up before he gets punched xD

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“ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. —- well. Foot. “

“Foot, yea… because it’s my fault that you lost the other.” Stede frowns, still blaming himself for that despite being told numerous times that it wasn’t. No, he wasn’t the one holding the gun and he wasn’t the one that pulled the trigger, but he was part of the reason why he did those things. Because he broke Edward’s heart. Because his leaving without a word, after everything, made him snap. Granted, it did hurt a little to know that he never even thought to look for him. That he didn’t think perhaps something happened to him. Because he had every intention of meeting with Ed, but he’d been taken from his bed. Captured. Kidnapped. Almost killed. And the things said to him filled him with so much guilt, shame and fear and he thought it better to run.

Then… all of that happened. The crew was under Blackbeard’s command. Tormented. Tortured. Stede didn’t want to believe it at first. How horrible of a man was he for that? Wanting to give Ed the benefit of his doubt rather than believing his own crew. Gods, he was awful for that. But it didn’t take him long to see and believe the truth and well, their parting was for the best. Edward wanted to leave and Stede let him. He wanted to stay behind with his crew, sail the seas and continues their adventure together. He wanted to be a better man and Captain. He wanted to take care of them. And take care of Izzy.

And oh, how perfect life was now. Because he stayed. He chose his crew, he chose his family. And he didn’t regret a moment of it. He was happy here. At his happiest quite truthfully, and one of the biggest reasons for that was the man with him now. Israel Hands. The love of his life. The moon to his sun (because Israel insisted Stede was the sun. Sunshine more specifically.) His North Star when he was lost, his light in the darkness, his life vest in the deep ocean. He was just… everything. They’ve come so far from where they first started.

First wanting to kill each other (though to be fair Izzy wanted to kill him), to stopping at nothing to save the other. To protect each other. “You’ve saved my life, too. Including from myself.” He was quite the klutz at times. He’d have been impaled on his own sword if not for Izzy. Would’ve drowned, too. Or busted his head open. “I’ve made it because of you.” He murmurs, burying his face in his neck with a sigh, arms tightening around him. “But I… I promise to always protect you. I’ll always keep you safe.” However he could. It sounded funny to say that Stede Bonnet would protect the Izzy Hands, but he meant well by it. “And I promise to always keep your heart safe.” Gods, he could never hurt Israel. He never would. “My Israel.” He murmurs against his neck with another nuzzle, squeezing him tight in his arms. @izzyeffinhands

#felt all mushy all of a sudden LMAO #My Israel #I’m soft #c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands

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"Easy, tiger."

The voice was distorted, but Stede looked in the direction it came from, right beside him, and reached his hand out. "Israel?" He asked, sounding hopeful, and in his eyes, as he looked at the face he so desperately wanted to be Izzy. And at first, he saw him. He saw the love of his life, simply because of how desperately he needed to see him. Because of how terrified he was that he may not be here. But when his vision cleared, revealing just who that voice belong to, disappointment filled him. Not because it was Charles, but simply because it wasn't Izzy. So where was he? Why wasn't he here? Was he... no. Oh, gods, no. He couldn't be. Stede refused to believe it. The mere thought made his eyes fill with tears, yet filled him with more determination to get up from this bed and search for him.

Until Charles assured him that he was okay. That he was alive. Stede lets out a sob of relief, the heavy weight on his chest lifting, allowing him to breath easier. "Is he," he starts and pauses, his voice weak and dry. "Is he going to be okay? He... he came for me. He always comes for me," Stede sniffles, remembering all that had happened. "He carried me out because I couldn't walk, but he was hurt, too. He fell and..." Well, that was all Stede remembered. Aside from reaching out to hold his hand before he, too, passed out. But now he was here, with Charles at his side. Charles Vane. "You're... not here to finish me off?" Quite the question to ask him, but a fair one, really. "Did... did you bring us here?" Had Charles been the one to save him? "Is James alright?"

It took quite a few moments for his blood soaked husband to well and truly hear him, to realize that in fact he was alive. And hearing that Ricky told him they were dead? Go figure, the sniveling little cunt. He’d been trying to break Bonnet and had done so as evident by the fact Ricky no longer had a recognizable face. Bones were broken, the face caved in from his partner’s ruinous blows. If they both weren’t losing a good amount of blood, he’s sure it would be hotter.

Truth be told Izzy clung back in that embrace, letting out a trembling sigh as he was sobbing with relief more than anything else. “ No no no, you’ve nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry that I left you.. “ But it had to be done. Bloody fingers curled up into those yellow curls, just pulling his head back so he could continually nuzzle his face. But their moment was being cut short as he grew dizzy, and Stede proclaimed how much he hurt. Canons had ripped this building to shreds and now the entire place was about to come down on them. They needed to get out.

“ We’re not fucking dead yet. Come on. “ He raised up to his good foot with a loud groan, an arm that was near his side beginning to pool with blood. At this point he didn’t know whose was whose. The place was on fire, a large chunk of wood collapsed near them and Izzy immediately put his body atop his to shield from any shrapnel. He’d pulled Stede up, an arm around his torso. “ Cover your mouth! “ He ordered with a cough, although Izzy did no such thing. He wasn’t going to dawdle in the smoke any longer, and was far more focused on getting his beloved out alive. This wasn’t going to kill them. This wasn’t the end of Stizzy.

By then there were crew and others gathered outside the building that was aflame, awaiting any word on the two captains inside. Yes, Captain. Even though Izzy said he hadn’t the need and the last time he’d been Captain was disastrous, things were different now. The crew loved, not hated him. Stede insisted he take co-captaincy and there wasn’t much that could be done to sway him once an idea got into his head. It would be long minutes before both men came stumbling out, bloody and now black from the charcoal and smoke. Izzy had done the impossible. He’d managed on one leg to get Stede down those stairs and out of the building. He even kept going until they were at a safe enough distance. But the world was spinning. The world grew dark. Eyes rolled into his head, his grip on Stede failing as the pirate collapsed onto the sand. Not only did he have shrapnel from the blast in him, but a chunk of wood from the building had stabbed into his shoulder. He’d shielded his husband from a second deadly blow.

#lmao stede #asking charles that question xDD #but can you blame him LMAO #c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands

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James stood there and watched with an adoring look in his eyes as Charles went to carve the roasted pig. He remembers several moments where he watched the man devour food like it was going to be stolen from him. Hands only, not even using utensils sometimes, but here he was carving into the roasted big with a gentleness that only James knew so well. His hands, though roughed up over the years as a pirate and even before then, were soft and gentle. Hands that were capable of killing a man with enough pressure on one's throat yet capable of relaxing James to the fullest with his gentle touches.

He smiles at his boyfriend, unable to take his eyes off of him. Domesticity was a wonderful look on him, though he wouldn't say that out loud right now, and it showed just how much they have rubbed off on one another. He didn't even want to tease him about it. He just... found it all so endearing, so fucking sweet, including when he serves him the first piece. "You were the one out at sea for several days, Charles, you should have the first." He tells him as he takes his seat, about to take a bite but Charles does first and the moan gives him pause. He didn't expect that and he had to push away the filthy thoughts before he, too, started took a bite, and then another... finally digging in. "I doubt that." James laughs, flattered at his compliment, but surely he's had better. James may not be new to cooking, but he hadn't done it all that much so lately he'd been getting back into it and learning. "Might be my own seasoning. Just threw some spices together," he tells him. "Guess it worked out." He chuckles, quite pleased with out it turned out.

Oh, how James loved this. Relaxing at home, having dinner with Charles. Some might think it mundane, but James was fucking happy. It felt romantic, even.

Charles lowered his head when he grasped his hand. He could feel just in that touch that his partner was relieved to have him home and genuinely sorry for the loss. Vane had a tighter hold on his crew. He knew each of them inside and out, and it was made him a damn good captain. Some men came and went, but the man they’d lost he’d known for some time. “ He was a good man. Armstrong was as good a man can get in Nassau. The crew feels his loss. I feel it. “ But that’s what they signed up for. Life had to go on, sheets had to be raised. This was just life for them.

He might’ve rolled his eyes a little when he asked if the wood did it to him, but he was smiling softly when he kissed his cheek. The skin immediately flushed beneath his lips. James could just do that to him sometimes and right now he was behaving very much like a wife welcoming a sailor home. Tired eyes perked a little when he asked if he noticed something. Then he smirked. “ Did you do something with your hair, my loyal and loving wife? “ He’d poked fun at Charles so of course it was his turn. He liked this treatment though and hoped he didn’t stop it’s because of his words.

But now he looked around the room with more curiosity. What was it he’d done? As he moved more into the kitchen he spotted them, eyes full of awe and his face full of smiles. Do you know how hard it is to make Charles Vane smile? He laughed softly into his hand, moving to grasp what was clearly his cup, simply admiring all the hand painted detail. This was when he went completely silent. Charles did that when he was in a state of admiration. He’d done it with his cup in Miranda’s house. He’d done it during many of Flint’s bombastic speeches. He was doing that now.

“ The detail on this is exquisite.. “ He finally tumbled out, turning the small painted cup this way and that. “ She’s perfectly painted.. “ Charles simply admired the amount of detail on that cup. This was his Ranger. It even had his name and title! He carefully placed it down on its saucer, plucking up its companion and repeating the process once again. He was quiet, he was simply soft. This was a gift and a terribly kind gesture that he just wasn’t familiar with. And how much it meant for him to own something? Flint knew that. He didn’t have to say. His eyes were slightly glossed over when he blinked, whispering softly. “ The prettiest porcelain I’ve ever laid eyes on.. besides the porcelain of your face. “ He looked back to him then, softly smiling.

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Just kicking down the door to say I love you. And Izzy loves you and Stede, and Charles loves Flint. Uwu You’re the best writing partner I could ever have for them, and always number one in my book. SQUISH

Aww this means a lot!! 😭😭 Right back at you!! 🩵🩵 My Izzy and Charles, MMHM xD Love you too!! Also… don’t forget to fix the door :P @izzyeffinhands

#Stizzy and Flane for life xD #I love you and them!! #for LIFE #resting at the inn (ooc)

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James stood there, in utter shock. He felt sick. There was no goddamn way his seat number was the one that happened to be chosen. There was so fucking way he was the one that was supposed to go up on stage and now undress the lead singer? The same man that greatly pissed him off earlier? That he wanted to knock on his ass and, admittedly, still did but for other reasons. The man he now felt insanely attracted to and was pissed off because of it. And now he had to go up there and stand next to him? While he was shirtless? No. Absolutely not. He was not going on that fucking stage. He--

"HE'S RIGHT HERE!!" Stede screams as loud as he possibly can, grabbing the attention of several people, including Jack and Anne.

"Shut the fuck up, Bonnet!" James bites back, hands balled into fists as though about to knock him out.

"Oh, come on, James! You're so lucky. You've already met him."

"Yeah, in the worst possible way. Did you forget that I wanted to hit the fucker?" He could hear a few people around him gasp hearing that.

"Well... maybe this will make it better. Do it for us, then, yeah?" Stede pleads, giving him those puppy eyes that always work on Izzy.

"No." He growls, then glares behind him when he hears muttering.

"He doesn't deserve to go up there. Let them call someone else. Someone that actually wants to get up there and remove his shirt. Like me." One of the girls giggles and James's jaw clenches.

God fucking damnit. Either he went up and possibly made a fool of himself on stage or he refused and still made a fool of himself. Still, the latter sounded better, because then not everyone would see him. Until Jack announced that they wouldn't be proceeding until the winner joined them on stage, causing almost the entire venue to erupt into loud boo's. This really was the worst day of his fucking life.

Sighing, James turns to his friends. "I hate both of you." And with that, he begins his trip down the few stairs and towards the stage, making his way through the parted, cheering crowd where he's met with who he assumes is a guard waiting to escort him up. Maybe this will be quick. He'll get up there, force himself to be friendly for a few minutes, then head back to his seat.

"Ah, here comes the lucky winner! First concertgoer to ever have the honor of removing the Charles Vane's shirt."

Fuck. He forgot about that. But surely they wouldn't force him to do it if he was uncomfortable with it, right? Though, making the girls down in front jealous sounded a bit fun. Especially hearing them muttering amongst each other while sending him dirty looks just because he was chosen.

Being escorted by the guard, James makes his way up the stairs and onto the stage where he locks eyes with Charles, his heart dropping into his stomach. This was going to be really fucking awkward. It already was. And it was either going to go fairly well or really fucking bad and given his attitude earlier, he figures Charles was going to go for the latter and make it as terrible for him as possible. Revenge. Karma. Whatever the fuck he wanted to call it. But fuck, if the bastard didn't look insanely hot right now. And being this close to him right now, made his heart flutter. The complete opposite from hours ago.

"Ah, the winner finally joins us!" Jack announces as he makes his way over, throwing his arm around his shoulder and leading him to center stage. "And what is the name of our lucky winner?"

James, still eying Charles, somehow unable to take his eyes off of him, stated his name for the crowd. For him. "James Flint."

The laugh that erupted from Izzy’s mouth when he heard that second question was more of a loud guffaw. Inappropriate, my ass. And the follow up question made it all the better. So he answered with an obvious grin. “ Oh he always takes off his shirt. You don’t look like THAT and NOT take off your shirt..”

Admittedly Izzy had been concerned when he left, but James had returned just in time. Izzy had already gotten out his ticket. He was a huge fan of the band and getting to be on stage would be fun.

Charles had walked to the back of the stage to grab a new bottle of water, practically chugging it down. Stage lights were fucking hot. He let Jack take over the raffle, right up until he started to spin for the numbers. It was then he returned to his position up front. “ If you did not know, a portion of tonight’s earnings will be going to Stonewall, the biggest LGBTQ+ charity here in the UK. Stonewall does everything — offering everything from homing to homeless queer youth, to counseling, and so much more. “ Well if Flint wasn’t positively pissed before, he sure would be now. It seemed the band was very queer friendly. Everyone in the band was gay in some way or another. Charles was very openly bisexual and had no shame about it. He didn’t have shame about anything really. The more the night went on, the more it proved the man was a good person.

“ All right, who’s our winner? “ Jack went to scouring the audience, but then made a note. “ Oh, Chaz? I think it’s about that time you ripped off your shirt. “ This, brought an enormous roar from the crowd and he rolled his eyes and laughed.

“ I’ll raise you. Since I’m feelin’ generous, and this is the last stop of our tour, AND you all are an amazing audience.. — I’ll let our winner tear off my shirt. “

“ Chaz, you’re such a scoundrel. “

Grin. “ Oh I know. “

#james thinking charles is about to exact his revenge #and maybe a little but also showing how good of a fucking guy he is and james is just ??? what the fuck i hate that i like him #c; james flint #fornassau

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Psst @izzymarksthespot it looks like I managed to find the screencaps I needed to make the Stizzy cuddling manip. Here it is:

Second manip on what I suspect might be a series. A series that I should call 'They didn't let Izzy be happy so I will do it myself, dammit', but that for brevity purposes I will simply call 'Happy Izzy'.

#AWWW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #Izzy being the little spoon Omg #and Stede is holding him SO CLOSE #Izzy looks so comfy and peaceful #fanart #izzyeffinhands #hold me close and hold me fast (Stede x Izzy) #Stizzy

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While the crowd cheered in response to every one of Charles's questions, James remained silent. Well, other than clapping, anyway. He at least did that, even threw in a little 'yeah' here and there to try and feel less awkward. And it didn't help that he was now experiencing these... conflicting emotions. Even more so when he lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, thus revealing his chiseled abs because of fucking course he had those! Of fucking course he looked just as fucking under underneath his shirt as he did everywhere else. James's eyes were glued to the man he wanted to knock out just hours ago and admittedly, a part of him still wanted to just because of all of this. He'd been so sure he was just some asshole he'd never see again, but here he was, the complete opposite.

At his comment towards those same women, James can't help but roll his eyes with a scoff. "Let me guess, he's always this inappropriate?" He asks Izzy, thankful he didn't have to talk too loud. Of course, James didn't actually think he was being inappropriate, it was more so... jealousy, but he refused to accept that. So then he leans towards Izzy again, voice dropping a little. "Does he actually take off his shirt during performances?" He asks it in a nonchalant manner, doing his damn hardest to not seem excited about it. Because if that's what his abs looked like, then... fuck. Fuck. He was not feeling this insanely attracted to a man he wanted to knock the fuck out of hours earlier. He was not feeling jealous of women down in front having a much closer view of the charming-as-fuck man, and he was sure as hell not dying to hear him sing some more.

But then he purred right into that goddamn mic and holy fuck did James's entire body shiver. That growl did things to him... things he was not going to admit out loud, things he was rather uncomfortable with at the moment... oh, that growl. That purr. There was just something about his voice James really fucking loved and now he was understanding Stede Bonnet more.

Though, it took him a minute to realize exactly what he had said and when he did, he became tense. A love song? He glanced to his left side where Stede and Izzy were still holding onto each other and then he glanced to his left where there was another couple. Behind, in front, they were all around. Not everyone, but... enough to make James suddenly feel like a third wheel, but worse than that, it stirred memories. Especially when the song started. As beautiful as Charles's voice was, as badly as he wanted to hear him sing, he couldn't listen to the lyrics any longer. With a shaky breath, James leans towards Izzy and speaks loud enough where he's sure he can hear him. "I'll be back. I, uh, I need to use the bathroom." Given that Izzy knew him, he'd know damn well it was more than that. Even Stede would know. But he couldn't stand here listening to this damn song when all he could think about was him. So, he made his exit. He did, in fact, head for the bathroom and once done in there, decided to buy himself a drink to help calm his damn nerves and relax him a little.

Eventually the song ended and that's when James made his way back. He handed a refill of Stede and Izzy's drink to them respectively and simply flashed Izzy a smile before taking his spot again. Seemingly just in time for another little break, this time hosted by another band member.

"Hey, hey, hey Bristol!" Jack greets with a wave, causing the crowd to respond with loud cheers. He does a little spin on his feet that ends with a bow and the crowd goes wild for him. "Jack Rackham." He introduces himself. More cheers.

"They all know, Jack." Anne cuts in with a smirk, eliciting both cheers and laughter from the crowd. Several women, included.

"Hey, come on now. It's my turn to have some fun. Charles had his moment, now it's mine. Right, Charles?" He looks over at him and Charles just smirks and rolls his eyes before downing half a bottle of water.

"Gonna take off your shirt, Jack?"

"Oh, no. No. No. That's your thing, Vane." He shakes his head and the crowd, especially women, go crazy. "Ah, actually, it would be that time wouldn't it?" He questions, looking out at the crowd. "Where one lucky audience member, that's you," he reminds them just in case they forgot and it makes several people laugh. "Gets to join us here on stage. Standing next to the man himself," He holds out his arms and gives a beaming smile. "Me." More laughter and cheers. "Aw, thanks. Flattered. Uh, but no, they'll get to stand next to him, too." He points to Charles.

"I WANT TO STAND NEXT TO ANNE!!"

Annie beams and strums her guitar as a way to express her thank you.

"As do I. I mean, who wouldn't?" Jack asks, allowing them to cheer more for his best girl. "Alright, back to it..." He snaps his fingers and out comes a rolling table with a large raffle drum on top of it filled with small pieces of papers. "Let's see whose life will change tonight.." He spins it around and around and around then reaches his hand in to shuffle them all around. He grabs onto one piece, withdraws it and holds it in front of his face. "If you are sitting in..."

Flint’s face goes white. "You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

That comment got a loud snicker out of Izzy. He too was watching Flint, gauging his reactions. “ I think he’s blushing. “ This was shouted over the music as they observed. James looked particularly shaken now, like someone had snatched the earth from beneath his feet. He smiled at the kiss to his cheek, moving to nuzzle him softly. They were disgustingly sweet and he liked it that way.

Though when Stede started shouting in excitement he blinked a bit. He didn’t expect THAT big of a reaction from him as he had only recently started listening to them, but he knew Stede thought he was sexy. Hell, Izzy thought he was sexy. If the man wanted a threesome and his boyfriend—- stop it. Stop it, Izzy. “ That’s the guy? “ He noticed his friend’s expression, almost a sadness in his eyes even. So he spoke up. “ Maybe he was just having a bad day? “ He wasn’t making excuses, but he did find it remarkable the pair had already met. He shrugged, returning to look at the stage as this song ended, cheering and whistling.

Charles was panting. He’d already been jumping a bit and in that leather it was fucking HOT. He was burning up, but he knew he looked good, so the outfit would stay for now. Well, the jacket was coming off at least, tossing it behind him to the stage and revealing him in that nastily tight red shirt. And since he was sweating, it was clinging to every chiseled ab.

“ How are we doin’ tonight, Bristol? “ Cheer. Charles shook his head and laughed. “ I SAID HOW ARE WE DOIN TONIGHT, BRISTOL? “

Izzy cheered loudly then.

“ Thank you for comin’ out tonight to see us. We are Rusty Anchors and — “ Charles panted, interrupting himself as he grabbed hold of the bottom of his shirt, lifting it to wipe sweat from his forehead, revealing every cut inch of his washboard abdomen. When he did it, the girls especially in the crowd started whistling which made him laugh into the mic. “ Mmm.. not now. That comes later in the show. “ Wild screaming ensues. Being attractive always helped get the face of the band front and center. His mates were damn good looking too, Jack with his six sided shades even here in the dark hall and Anne with her triquarter hat and sleeveless white top. Their drummer was a bit more concealed in the back.

Of course he started laughing to the rather honest cat-calls, shaking his head. “ You guys are ready to start some TROUBLE tonight! “ This of course got another loud reaction. Charles could have been a hype man for anyone. He knew exactly how to get the best reactions out of people. He’d proved that earlier with the ginger in the bar, and now he sort of felt bad about what he’d done. Wasn’t that guy’s fault, but pissing the stranger off had made him hotter. This was a big city, but maybe he’d run into him again.

“ All right this next one is gonna lighten’ things up a bit and is for all the lovers out there tonight in the crowd.. “. Izzy whistled loudly then, and he might’ve even jumped. Charles stopped walking about each side of the stage, whispering softly. “ You Complete Me.. “ Which was the name of the next song, the band taking their queue to start it up. He’d known precisely how to whisper into that microphone, a sultry sort of purr as if he was saying it to someone he loved.

#poor flint LMAO #c; james flint #fornassau

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On this fine morning thinking about another fav headcannon: drunk Izzy = horny Izzy.

Though not all alcohol makes him so. Rum? Nah, he's fine. Beer? Same. But give him wine or brandy and oooh boy. Stede's getting dragged away somewhere dark and private where Izzy rides him till they're both spent and satisfied.

#izzyeffinhands #Izzy riding Stede yesss #hold me close and hold me fast (Stede x Izzy)

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There was a beaming smile on his face at Izzy's compliment and it stayed even when kissing his lover. His hands continuing to comb through Izzy's hair, down the back of his neck and the repeating. He knew it was Izzy's favorite place to be touched, to be caressed and scratched, and so Stede did it whenever possible. The moan Izzy lets out, that Stede swallows down, makes him shiver with delight and only adds to the arousal. He opens his mouth against his just then while dragging his nails down his scalp, craving another moan from his lover, but instead Stede is the one to moan this time when Izzy suddenly slides his hands up his thighs and gropes his backside. His hips buck forward, his arousal evident when it grazes against Izzy, making him let out another soft little moan.

And then another when he says that name. His own named with Stede's last night following. It makes him kiss Izzy harder, his heart fluttering and dancing, and when he breaks the kiss and speaks, he sounds almost breathless. "Israel Bonnet." He repeats, loving the sound of that. They had yet to finalize such details, but regardless, they would take each other's name. Israel Bonnet sounded beautiful, but Stede loved the feeling and honor of having Izzy's last name, too. But... he wants to hear it again and so he lowers himself onto Izzy's lap while kissing him once more. "Say it again," he pleads, opening his mouth against his, tongue not-so-patiently asking for permission for entry. He then grinds against him with a needy little whine. "Please say it again."

Continued from here. @izzyeffinhands

"Black and red? Really?" Stede questions just before falling into thought about it. Black and red... "Mm, I suppose that wouldn't be so bad. I look good in those colors. Well, I think I look good in any color, but those in particular. A certain fit comes to mind.." Those words fall from his lips at the exact same time Izzy mentions the cursed suit, making the man smile wide. "Great minds think alike." He knew how much Izzy loved him in the red suit, and gods, just thinking back on that day has Stede feeling hot. He has to shake those memories from his mind, focusing on the current conversation. "But they get to see you every day." He replies, basically returning the compliment of him being stunning because to Stede, he was. Gods, was he truly stunning. "I'm all yours, Israel. No one else will ever have me. Certainly not in that suit. Perhaps I'm due to wear it again, hm?" A fine idea, he thought.

But t's then that he realized something. Izzy's earlier comment about being evil and wearing black. So he turns to face him, practically twirling on his feet. "But Izzy, you're not evil. Unless..." A grin. "You'd like to be evil with me?" Oh, now that sounded quite exciting! "It could be fun! We could," a brief pause. "We could raid little towns and other ships! Steal their goods and threaten their people! Make them fear us!" He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins just at the thought. "Does that not sound thrilling, Israel?"

#c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands

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"That's fair. Even with the covering, wouldn't stop the rain from blowing in through the sides." He could add covering there, too, but it would have to be screened in which would possibly take away from the beautiful atmosphere on the outside. And obscure the view a little bit. It was perfect as was and it was still likely people could hear the music booming from within. He was curious and that meant coming back here another night to test it. That would be his excuse, anyway, because he'd really be coming back to see the handsome bartender again. Something told James Izzy wouldn't mind that in the least.

He smiles when Izzy talks about the paintings on the inside and how some of them were done by other artists. James admired how supportive of a man Izzy was, how kind and generous he was, especially since there was always a lack of support towards small and local business or artists. Fucking shame, really. James, too, tried to support them wherever he went, thus why he came to this tavern. And he was glad he did. "You're a good guy, Izzy. I can see why this placed is as loved as it is. Fucked up as this world is now, it's clear this is a safe space for a lot of people." And he meant that... including for himself. Goddamn, he was already dreading leaving this city when the time came, but at least he had a place to come back to.

"Yeah?" James's eyes light up when Izzy mentions enjoying the ocean, as well, and it's almost immediately after that James extends an invite. "I could take you out on my boat sometime. Sail the seas for a few hours, fuckin' beautiful out there." Only then does he realize how forward that was. "Fuck. Uh, sorry. Probably should've started with something small like coffee or lunch." He laughs, embarrassed himself, especially for how excited he was when inviting Izzy on such an adventure. On such a date. It's been a real long fucking time since James has done this. "If you're, uh, interested, that is..." He clears his throat, then takes a drink like it's going to wash away the embarrassment from the first invite.

Flint liked the outside patio. If the weather was nice, outside was his preferred place to sit. Usually less crowded, but with the music being inside, and the handsome bartender that had captured his attention and interest for the entirety of the night, he stayed in. "The bands ever perform out here? Or does it reach here well enough?" He figured it depended on the bands, themselves, and the weather of course, but either way, next time he came here, he'd definitely be sitting outside. It doesn't take him long to choose a table, pulling out Izzy's chair before he moves to sit on the one across from him, setting his bottled water (that he totally purchased before coming out here) on the table and taking in a breath of the fresh, night air.

He listens to Izzy's answer, grinning when he mentions the motorcycle. Flint found that pretty fucking hot, actually, though he didn't say that out loud. He kept that to himself for the time being, but the photography and theater, however, he did comment on. "Is that some of your photography hanging on the wall inside?" He asks as he reaches for his water to take a drink. "I know some are painted canvas, but the framed pictures looked real. Those yours?" If so, Flint was wildly impressed and in awe of how beautiful they were, but if not, well, he was still sure Izzy was damn good at photography. He just had a feeling, really. "Are you part of any of the performances?" He hoped he wasn't asking too many questions, but he was genuinely interested in Izzy, especially with their shared interests and hobbies. So when Izzy asks him the same question in return, he smiles.

"Does a hobby count if it's also your career?" He asks with a chuckle, setting his water back down. "Traveling," he clarifies. "I'm a Marine Archeologist, so I do a lot of it. Lived my whole life by the sea, now on the sea." He smiles. "My father was a ship engineer so that's another hobby of mine. Ships. Side interest you could call it, I guess." He pauses as he thinks of anything else. "Youtube. But I count that more of an addiction than hobby." He laughs, shaking his head. The amount of times he's fallen down a rabbit hole just watching youtube videos. "Reading. Also photography, but that comes with the job, too." Something else they shared in common. "Sorry, went on a ramble there."

#c; james flint #unicornondeck

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It took a minute for James to register that Izzy had asked him a question, having heard the shock in his words and noticing it all over his face. Stede, meanwhile, was still loudly cheering and jumping, his arm still hooked with Izzy's. Those would were always fucking touching. "Uh, nothing." James shakes his head, waving it off like it was nothing when it was very much something. Fuck. What the FUCK. The lead singer for this fucking band was the fucking asshole that ran into him!? The bastard that had the nerve to flirt with him after spilling his drink all over his clothes? The voice that James felt so instantly attracted to, singing the lyrics he resonated with, belonged to that fucking fuck? Even worse that he actually seemed nice. He was waving at the fans right in front of the stage, reaching his hand out to touch them and laughing at the intensified screaming when he did so. James was even sure he saw him winking at one group of females and what the fuck, why did that piss him off?

But then he walked backwards to join his band again while scream singing into the mic, putting his goddamn heart and soul into every word and James could see this was a man of passion. A man that sang from experience, that sang from the heart. He was different from the cocky bastard he met hours earlier and that made James wonder, was this the real man or the asshole from earlier?

Eventually Stede notices the way James is staring at the lead singer, like he's entranced and he nudges Izzy's side and nods in his direction before leaning in to whisper. "I think he likes him. His jaw is nearly on the floor," he giggles, but Stede didn't blame him, really. Charles Vane was hot. Sexy. Charming. Had an incredible voice. Even Izzy agreed, but for Stede no one would ever come close to Izzy's voice. The voice he fell in love with, the voice that changed his life. That saved his life. Those thoughts prompt Izzy to press a sweet little kiss to Izzy's cheek, smiling wide as he nuzzles it immediately after before returning his attention to the stage, singing along with the crowd and his boyfriend he was arm in arm with.

The first song comes to an end and leads into the next and already the first lyrics hit James hard. The more I feel, the more I die. Fuck. It makes his stomach churn, it makes his heart shatter. It was like this man was singing about him, to him even. Like he knew all about him and the things he'd been through or how he felt. Admittedly, it was starting to make him feel a little uncomfortable. Because the lyrics were starting to hit so hard and this was only the second song. And through these songs, he somehow felt connected to that man... it was obvious he went through some shit in his life, too...

"That's him." James suddenly bursts out, feeling awkward that he wasn't really dancing along. Or singing, but he didn't know the lyrics. "That's the bastard that ran into me today." He tells Izzy, voice a little louder now and this time, it's Stede's jaw that drops.

"NO WAY!!! THAT WAS HIM!?!? YOU MET CHARLES VANE!?!?"

Charles was right. The angrier he got, the hotter he got. The ridiculous amount of rage in those eyes was enough to make his pants tight. If his goal was to send him flying off the handle, he’d succeeded. He’d even let him rant and rave, standing there simply until he uttered the nickname. Tarzan. That got a loud laugh from him, a deep one at that. Now he was so amused at this guy he could forgive the drink. He’d given him a damn good distraction. “ Imaging me in a loincloth? You’re cute, you ginger cunt. “ And that was it. He tapped him on his shoulder, shaking his head and walking away. Jack would find this funny.

***

“ James, try to have fun tonight. I know fun isn’t in your vocabulary, but try. “

Those words erupted from Izzy as they walked into the concert venue. He’d just wanted the damn man to get out of his ship, stop hating the world. He wanted him to move on from Thomas. Izzy knew he’d never get over him, but he wanted his friend to have a life. He wanted him to not be so sad and miserable. He wanted him to meet someone like he’d met the love of his life. That love was tucked into his arm right now as they waited for the music to start.

There was an opening band, a newer band that started everything up. They got the crowd riled and ready, guitar and drums bouncing off the walls. And after a short intermission, Rusty Anchors was going to play. This wasn’t his hometown, but Charles wanted it to be. He liked the area, he liked the people. It was why this was the last stop of their tour. He wasn’t quite sure why the Brits seemed to love their music more than a crowd back home, but that just meant he was churning out extra love for them tonight in his performance. The whistling and cheering in the crowd began as the lights went completely down, the bass guitar beginning to strum, the unsettling electronic sound kicking in.

Then a voice started to sing in the darkness.

“ There are times.. when I’m just a shell. And I do not feel, anything … for anyooooone.. “ The loud whistling of the crowd got louder, and the still in revealed singer continued. “ All I feel is hollowed and bruised.. used up and misused.. forced to be someone I don’t want to be.. “

Charles took a breath as the bass and electronic sound confined, still not revealed. Then he continued, more passion now in his voice. “ Have I failed? .. somehow or some way, will the weights of today.. finally puuullll me down.. to drown.. ? — In the depths of despair, where I am alone.. except for my raaaaaage.. “

Then the lights came up. Blindingly so. The stage lights were flashing as the band was finally revealed, the mysterious singer up front with thicker kohl drawn eyes. He’d taken a deep breath, as the next part was filled with screaming and singing. And as soon as he sang again, the room was filled with booming drums and guitar. He stood at the mic, arms raised above his head. Deep breath. How the crowd reacted here would gauge the entire show. God, he hoped it was good.

“ My RAAAAAAAAAAGE!!! My PAAAAAAAIN!! I HAAAAATE — my darkest days.. “

#STEDE LMAO #gonna already become their biggest supporter #c; james flint #c; stede bonnet #fornassau #izzyeffinhands

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Bit of Zach McGowan from his latest film “Last Call” (2021) Part 1

#flint’s hot af boyfriend!! #modern flane