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pukner · 10 months

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Baz | part two

a steddyhands twt thread turned oneshot

|| Rated Gen || Stede and Ed take a brief vacation to visit Stede's family, and find a surprise.

part one / part two

It's a small shack, nearly a cottage, nestled neatly by the edge of the jungle, where few wander. The path is clearly only walked by a few.

It's-- nice. Like a dream someone else might've had. It's certainly never occurred to Ed to dream of a place like this for himself-- small and unassuming, nothing particularly fine or exciting or remarkable about it.

There's a girl, with a riot of blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, going through various fighting drills in the garden. Dressed practically, sturdy boots and worn trousers. Her movements are as familiar to Ed as his own. Which makes sense, considering who taught Ed the finer points of using a sword.

There's a boy sitting by the porch, and next to him is a man, cane propped up next to him.

He looks good, is the thing. Less strain around the eyes. Older, thinner, less muscle tone. But there's something softer around his mouth. Something gentle about his eyes. He looks up at the exact moment the girl does.

His eyebrows fly up. Ed doesn't know what his face is doing.

"Dad!" say the kids as one, looking moderately pleased.

"Childr--wait, Izzy?" yells Stede, flabbergasted. Which is fair.

"Jesus Christ," says Iz, looking resigned, "Fucking Mary."

"You cursed again!" says Louis, delighted.

"And I won't stop," says Iz, flatly. Then, quietly, "Ed."

"Iz," says Ed.

"Did you know," Stede hisses, rounding on Ed.

"I figured it out the second she said he was a terrible gossip," Ed says, pitching his voice so it would carry.

Izzy's face loses that strange, sad cast and scowls, "I've never gossiped a day in my life, Edward Teach."

"But you do?" says Louis, innocently.

Yeah, like, all the time," says Alma, "with Miss Evelyn and mum, you guys get drunk and--"

"Alright," says Izzy, in the same tone as when the crew gets too uppity, "Why don't we head inside for some fucking drinks. Jesus."

He leans heavy on his cane as he walks. Ed watches him, wonders what human flesh tastes like. Stede looks at him, can clearly read the thought on his face, and pulls him along. The kids are told to stay outside. Grown-up talks, says Iz, and he sounds like a dad. It's hilarious.

It must be said, Ed's extremely fucking confused. He's never seen Iz like this; all unbuttoned and relaxed. No sword at his hip.

He pulls out a bottle of whiskey.

"It's barely noon," says Stede.

"I'm not having this conversation sober."

"You wanna talk?" says Ed, hopefully.

Iz levels him with an expression of supreme judgment. Ed's really missed his bitchy little face. He also realizes that Stede has a very similar bitchy little face. Is his type just bitchy little men? Is this why he broke up with Jack?

They end up at the table, day drinking.

"I'm not going back," Izzy says, firmly. He seems like a different man. Ed thinks his heart might be breaking. Some horrid, cruel part of him hates Izzy for getting better without him there.

Then, abruptly, he realizes that this is the exact same horrid feeling Iz had about Stede. Silence, again.

"The children seem to like you," Stede says, apropos of nothing.

"They're good kids. That Alma's going to be terrifying one day."

"I don't doubt it," says Stede, "I've heard good things about your beets, by the way."

Iz looks at Ed, baffled. Ed shrugs. Maybe Stede just really likes beets.

"We've been thinking about visiting the children more often," Stede goes on, in that weird airy tone of his, "More shore leaves."

"...we have?" says Ed.

"Yes, Edward," says Stede, pointedly. Ed doesn't give a rat's ass about the children. He nods anyway.

"...good for you?" says Iz, confused, "I don't care?"

Stede nudges Ed. Ed nudges him back. Stede stares at him.

Wait, oh. "Can we visit?" asks Ed.

"Why would you want to?" asks Iz, "You fucking hate being on land."

"I'd do it for you," Ed says.

Izzy blinks, startled. That hurts. He deserves it, though.

"Because you love me," he says, slowly.

"And I've unfortunately grown somewhat fond of you," Stede adds, in the manner of someone delivering some very bad news.

"What," says Izzy.

"My fault," says Ed.

"I don't feel murderous rage when I look at you anymore," Izzy informs Stede, "That's all you're getting."

"I'll take it," says Stede, looking determined.

Ed knows that look. Doggedly determined, this one. Iz is about to be wooed. No idea what he's just signed up for, poor guy.

Nothing's been solved, of course. Ed still tastes blood in his mouth, Izzy's never going to walk the same again, Stede still has very little idea of how deep this whole thing goes. But it's a start.

Outside, the kids are laughing. Iz has eased up, doesn't look so small.

"So," says Ed, grinning all shit-eating. Because they haven't solved it, and he'll never be his First Mate again, but Ed has permission to try. Which is a big improvement from Past Tense Iz, "Tell me about your beets, Iz."

"Shut the fuck up, Ed," says Iz, but he's grinning back.

They'll be fine. Or, they'll eventually be fine. They'll get there.

And, actually, someone should do something about the Mary-Jackie alliance. Can't let that go unsupervised. Imagine the fucking havoc they'd wreak.

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#my writing #my fic #steddyhands #omfd #steddyhands fic #our flag means death #omfd fic #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands #bazfic #part two

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torturedpoetemotions · 6 months

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Summary: Ed asks Izzy to marry him and Stede at the most chaotic moment possible. A slight misunderstanding ensues.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Relationship: Steddyhands

Characters: Israel Hands, Stede Bonnet, Ed Teach

Additional Tags: One Shot, Romantic Fluff, Only a little horny, Matelotage, Romantic Face-Slashing, Post-Canon, Israel Hands is Bad at Feelings, Stede and Ed are Bad at Communication, The Author Regrets Nothing, No beta we die like Ned Low, Our Flag Means Death (TV) Season/Series 02 Spoilers, POV Israel Hands, Blood play (sort of?), Izzy Hands is a freak (affectionate)

#ofmd #ofmd fic #our flag means death #steddyhands #steddyhands fic #matelotage #izzy hands #this is for every izzy enjoyer who heard “slash each others faces” and thought “izzy would love that”#this is the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written and I'm not sorry #POTC “Barbosa! Marry Us!” but it's Steddyhands #my writing #fanfiction

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scallopao3 · 8 months

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New Steddyhands fic!

I was having feelings about being asexual and having internalized acephobia, so I wrote some fluffy hurt/comfort with ace!Izzy and his boyfriends who love and accept him for who he is.

I can do this. He could. He had to. It was the difference between having a shot at a relationship with the two men he had come to love, or dying alone. So there really was no option. He was going to have to have sex.

#our flag means death #ofmd #steddyhands #steddyhands fic #izzy hands

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louciferish · 1 year

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Got a little something coming for steddyhands week after all. (1.5k, T-rated so don't get too excited)

#steddyhands fic #steddyhands week #my fanfiction #ofmd #izzy hands #stede bonnet #stizzy

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cascigarette · 4 months

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fandom: our flag means death

pairing: stede bonnet/ed teach/izzy hands

words: 142

summary: 20 songs in 20 days. Day 17- Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan. Ed and Stede remember Izzy.

#ofmd #our flag means death #steddyhands #stede bonnet #ed teach #blackbeard #izzy hands #ofmd fic #steddyhands fic #my fic #my writing #mine

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rottingformerfirstmate · 2 years

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Watch and Learn

Summary: Stede demonstrates precisely how to fuck Ed. (Explicit, Steddyhands)

Tags: Dom!Stede, Switch!Ed, Sub!Izzy, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

WC: 1.9k | AO3

"He's a quick study," Ed tells Stede, lazily kissing him between words. "Our Izzy, I mean. He's only fooled around a couple times, but he's also never sucked a cock before and look at him now."

Stede looks at where Izzy has settled in the cradle of Ed's legs, cheek pressed to one thigh as he keeps his captain warm after a sloppy but enjoyable blowjob. He's too sated to argue with Ed, even if his mouth was unoccupied, but the combination of his sleepy demeanor and his commitment to obeying Ed keep him quietly subdued. Stede pushes his hair out of his face and traces his cheekbones with featherlight glances of his fingertips, studying the tension in Izzy's jaw despite how hard he's working to relax and the way Ed has hooked a leg over one of Izzy's shoulders to keep him in place.

"Izzy, love," Stede prompts.

Dark eyes slowly crack open to meet his.

"I think it might be time for you to learn how to fuck him," he starts, powering through the shiver that runs through both men's bodies at his words. "You can be a good boy and let us teach you, right?"

Izzy starts to pull off Ed to respond, but Ed cups a hand around the back of his neck and pushes him back down until he gags. "He will. Don't worry."

It takes a moment for Izzy to get comfortable again, but he nods once he does, making sure they know he wants it too. Moments like this still feel surreal to Stede; he would have described Izzy a lot of ways before their relationship, but pliant was never one of them. Submissive, he could see, when Izzy practically trips over himself to follow Blackbeard's orders, but never so easy and eager to please. It shouldn't be so surprising, he sees now, though.

"We should give him a lesson tonight," Stede says.

A soft choking sound comes from Izzy when Ed twitches in his mouth. All it takes is a simple tug to his hair and he takes the cue to start blowing him again despite how sore his jaw and throat must be by now. Stede watches him, keeping track of how quickly his attention brings Ed back to hardness. The flush on his face that hasn't faded all afternoon gets deeper once more. Ed, lazy as always, allows Izzy to set the pace and prove he's learned, he's good, he deserves to have this again.

"Let him have a break. Izzy, off. There's water by the chaise, go sit over there. I expect you to have finished half the pitcher by the time we're done."

Izzy obediently sits up, shrugging Ed's leg off him with some degree of difficulty. Stede watches him, just to ensure he's alright to be by himself and doesn't fall, until Izzy collapses onto the lounge and reaches for the glass of water already poured. Assured of his well-being, Stede takes his place between Ed's legs and kisses him. He's warm and sticky with sweat, a combination of humidity at sea and exertion, and his kiss is as greedy as every one of the hundreds before it. Ed always kisses like he's raiding a ship, and it brings even Stede to his knees at times. Now, it's his chance to give in to the magnetic pull of Ed's desire, to submit toEd's calloused hand on the back of his neck holding him in place, to grind against him and chase whines from his mouth, to feel him. A thought flashes in Stede's mind of getting Izzy trained up enough that they can both fuck Ed at the same time. Or maybe he and Ed take Izzy. Or Ed and Izzy- he shuts down the line of thought. They'll do it later. They have nothing but time.

He feels around in the duvet for a moment looking for the oil. One thing Lucius told Stede, early into their tenure of piracy, was that most pirates apparently didn’t know the value of a good lubricant. Ed had known, fortunately, but it took some coaxing the first time they laid Izzy out on the bed to let them slick the way. He coats his fingers and reaches between Ed’s thighs, trailing kisses down his chest as he does.

“Open your legs a little wider, love,” he tells Ed, guiding the movement with his clean hand. “We want him to see, don’t we?”

“I can see, Captain,” Izzy rasps from the sitting area.

Ed turns his face to the side, probably to say something at least a smidge snarky, but Stede derails his train of thought by pressing two fingers inside of him. He typically starts with one, and will make sure Izzy does next time, but this is a show as well as an intimate act, and he wants Izzy to hear the upward pitch of Ed’s responding whine.

“Relax.”

It takes a couple of deep breaths, but Ed obeys. Stede sits up just so he can kiss the side of Ed’s bad knee while he fingers him, much more vulnerable when naked and without the stability of his usual brace. Nothing they do here would require its use, but Ed can be skittish about it, so Stede is often called to push adoration into the perceived flaw with his lips.

He knows Ed’s body well by now. He knows that a bite where Ed’s thigh meets his groin will make him shiver, and if he braces his hand on the splatter of old scars on the left side of his stomach Ed’s breath will hitch and he’ll either come or cry. He knows when Ed can take more, and doesn’t have to think about how to curl his fingers to make Ed’s back arch as he moans.

‘"You remember what it feels like to get fucked properly?” Stede asks, glancing toward Izzy.

Izzy takes a sip of water before he answers. “I do, sir. You both took excellent care of me.”

“Good, good. Ed can be desperate-” he cuts off whatever protest Ed is about to offer with a particularly hard thrust, “-but it’s worth taking your time. It’s better for you both if you make him wait.”

“Fuck off, love,” Ed breathes.

Stede rolls his eyes and focuses on getting him ready to be fucked. He usually takes his time, but that’s a lesson for another day; Izzy is probably tired and ready for aftercare when they’re finished, and Ed is already oversensitive from having come a half hour or so prior. This is for Stede more than it is them, the same way every minute before now has been about his boys over his own pleasure. Sometimes, it’s equal, but usually their time together has an ebb and flow of attention that leaves them all sated, content, and adored.

He still kisses Ed’s cheek before murmuring in his ear to ask if he’s ready. Ed nods, a small, adorable motion that Izzy may or may not catch. It doesn’t matter. Stede withdraws his fingers, wrenching a whine from Ed’s lips and allowing a better view to his exposed form.

“Look at that,” Stede says as he reaches for the oil once more. “See how badly he wants to be filled again?”

Izzy nods rapturously.

Stede smiles a little. They’re both so gone for one another. He’s glad he gets to be a part of this, but sometimes he wonders how they made it this many years without admitting their love to one another. There’s lust in a scene like this one, but only love can bring such a worshipful gaze.

He presses the head of his cock against Ed’s hole, pushing in slowly, more to show Izzy the importance than because Ed wouldn’t be able to take anything faster. Every time he gets to fuck Ed, it still feels as good as the first. He’s tight and warm, slick with oil, and so beautiful in every way as he takes what he’s given. There’s another appeal to when Ed pins him to the bed and rides him hard, or when it’s him penetrating Stede, but the point stands that it never loses its spark.

“Don’t be afraid to take initiative either, love.”

Before Ed or Izzy can question Stede’s words, he pushes Ed’s legs back further and repositions himself without pulling out, his own thighs pinning Ed’s down and out of the way so he can fuck him deeper. It’s not practical for a long fuck, with the years’ unkindness to Ed’s joints. Something quick and dirty like this is perfect for the position. Bracing himself by placing his arms on either side of Ed’s face, careful not to pin his hair, Stede finally has the leverage to fuck him as hard and fast as they all crave.

Fucking Ed has come to be like breathing. His body remembers, often independent of any full concentration, how exactly to fuck Ed best to earn his divine moans. Another advantage to their position is the way Stede can feel exactly how hard Ed is, how much his cock is leaking, how truly good this is for him. Even if he couldn’t, he’d know, but the irrefutable physical evidence drives deeper into his brain until he couldn’t possibly consider his skills inadequate.

“Biggest thing you’ll wanna remember, Izzy, is that he’ll tell you if he doesn’t like what you’re doing,” Stede pants, glancing toward Izzy once more, as difficult as it is to tear his eyes off Ed’s face. “After all, he didn’t become the legendary Blackbeard without enforcing the best. No, no, he’ll tell you if it’s too much or he needs more.” He looks back to Ed and kisses him until they have to part for air. “Doesn’t mean you always listen, though. That part will come with experience.”

“Is he watching?” Ed whispers.

A soft laugh tumbles from Stede’s mouth. “Of course he’s watching, darling. You know how badly he wants to make you feel good.”

He doesn’t have to look to confirm this. Izzy is more than likely sitting exactly as he was the last time Stede looked at him: leaning forward slightly, eyes wide and lips parted as he takes everything in, hopefully having frequent sips of water. Nothing short of Death Herself could distract Izzy from them at this moment. Stede buries his face in Ed’s neck, fully surrounded by the the frizzy gray of his hair and lips pressed to the warm skin where his shoulder meets his neck.

“Not gonna last long,” he warns.

"That's fine, love," Ed assures, "me neither."

As promised, it's barely a minute later that Stede is overcome by the feeling of Ed under and around him, accompanied by the decadent fantasy of what they'll do the next time they have a couple hours to themselves. He doesn't have it in him to taunt Izzy or Ed more, not when he needs more than anything to press as deep as he can into Ed and come hard. His reward is the warm splash against their stomachs as Ed follows him over the edge.

“Good,” Stede praises, slowly pulling out. “Perfect, Ed, you took it so well.” He then looks over to Izzy, who has in fact managed to finish close enough to half of the water that Stede won’t fight him on drinking more if he doesn’t want it. “Izzy, love, come join us?”

Izzy brings the water and the glass with him, filling it once more and holding it to Ed’s lips as Stede helps prop him up to drink it. Stede takes his own water only after Ed is finished, and helps arrange the three of them in bed while considering how they really ought to invest in a larger one at some point soon. Then again, there’s something nice about being piled so close together.

#steddy hands #edward teach #blackbeard ofmd #stede bonnet #israel hands #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #our flag means death fic #steddyhands fic #emwrite #nsft

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multifandom-fanfic-writer · 1 year

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never break the chain - chapter 5

“Yeah,” Ed agreed, finding his tongue. “I know you can do better, Iz. Don’t be shy,” he teased with a grin, “and show – woah!” Izzy stepped forward and, with an elegant flick of his wrist, slid his rapier between Edward’s hilt and his hand and whipped it out of Ed’s grip. A blink, and his rapier was at his captain’s throat. The crowd around them went silent. Ed cackled as best as he could while keeping his head in one place. “That’s more like it!”

New chapter is up on Ao3! A Steddyhands fic in which Stede accidentally soft-doms Izzy, Edward solves his identity crisis, Izzy gets valued and panics about it, Stede invents aftercare, Ed learns to talk about things and Izzy experiences A Positive EmotionTM.

Meanwhile, the crew only cares about workshops.

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superstringtheory · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Israel Hands, Roach (Our Flag Means Death) Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Pining, Consensual Kink, Getting Together, Love Triangles, Masturbation, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Hand Feeding, Feeding Kink, Weight Gain, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Dom Stede Bonnet, Israel Hands Has Issues, Israel Hands-centric, One-Sided Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands, Israel Hands is Bad at Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Body Worship, Implied/Referenced Blow Jobs Series: Part 5 of indulging ed teach's sweet tooth Summary:

Izzy overhears Stede and Ed doing kinky things with food. He's angry and horny about it-- until Stede invites him to join in.

#my fic #chubby kink #steddyhands #why have one pirate bf to feed you when you could have two #it's just math!#steddyhands fic #ofmd fic

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tediousdelusion · 2 years

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chapter five of stuck in second gear (divorce!au) is up here!!!

i haven't been posting every chapter on here but we've reached the halfway point and things are heating up 😏

#teddy talks #my fic #divorce!au #stuck in second gear #steddyhands fic #steddyhands #izzy hands

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niche-pastiche · 17 days

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Reading over the second chapter of our post season 2 steddyhands fix it fic, Ed and Stede's Inn That is Very Nice; and Good to Stay At; and Has Beds and Stuff. We should get it posted soon. Lot's of pining. Lots of tension. Shopping (sort of). Really looking forward to sharing it.

Edit: We've posted chapter 2 now! There's still a lot of pining but they're getting closer to figuring things out.

#stede bonnet #steddyhands #izzy hands #edward teach #ed teach #stizzy #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death season 2 spoilers #our flag means death s2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd fic #steddyhands fic #steddyhands fanfic

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pukner · 10 months

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Baz | part one

a steddyhands twt thread turned oneshot

|| Rated Gen || Stede and Ed take a brief vacation to visit Stede's family, and find a surprise.

part one / part two

They decide to visit Mary. Well, Stede decides to visit Mary.

Or, Stede gets a letter by extremely confusing means (why is fucking Jackie playing messenger) and receives word that in his absence (read: death), his wife's gone and married some bloke named Doug.

Ed doesn't feel anything about it either way, really. Stede's gone and worked himself into a tizzy (heh, like Izzy. Wait no, don't think about Izzy) and he's all guilty for ignoring his kids or whatever.

Ed doesn't get it. In his experience, the best dad is one you don't have to see.

He's a bit antsy about leaving the crew behind, to be honest. Not the most functional lot, this. Not without-- Well. Not without Iz.

Stede doesn't get it. "Honestly," he says, mouth pursed in that unhappy way of his, "Izzy was hardly the only competent member of our crew."

"Besides Oluwande and Jim," Ed says, flatly, "Yeah, he was."

"Lucius can write--" Stede offers.

"So can that molly we ran into last week. So can--"

"...molly?"

"The-- he tried to sleep with you? Asked you for a drink and then I stabbed him?"

"Oh, goodness--he was a courtesan?"

"Mate, don't say--"

Alright, so the conversation gets a bit derailed. He imagines Iz standing between them and snapping at them to Fucking Stay On Track or something, but they wouldn't be having this conversation if he was here, would they? If he hadn't slipped away unnoticed the second Stede returned--

if Ed had just paid attention, if Ed hadn't gone so profoundly off the rails in those last days before Stede showed back up, if he hadn't--

Ed tastes blood when he wakes up some nights. He wonders if Izzy does. He wonders if he's dead. He talks to Stede about it, some nights.

And he understands, is the bizarre thing. Stede looks at his worst moments, the tar leaking out his mouth, the I Maimed My Dearest Friend And Also Tried To Kill Lucius of it all, and says, "Alright, that's fine. You're terrible but so am I. We can be less terrible together."

They end up going to Barbados, in the end. He talks about Iz again, as they walk. It's a nice island. Very breezy. Sunny. It's like he's hemorrhaging all his feelings.

Stede listens, and murmurs, "I don't miss him like you do, dear, but I miss him all the same."

Then, because Stede's fundamentally a bitch, he adds, "Even though he was an irritating little man."

Ed doesn't like that. Not the thing about Iz, he absolutely is irritating and little, but the fact that he's talking in the past tense. Then Ed realizes that he did the same.

They meet Mary and her Doug. They're great. She's kind of a bitch, and Ed thinks immediately that he can never let her meet Jackie, or Anne, or Mary (the other one, Read). He also meets some broad in an eye patch that he immediately clocks as a threat.

The kids aren't home.

"You just let them run around with some stranger?" Stede says, appalled.

Stede gets appalled a lot. It's his whole thing. Ed's sort of wandering around and picking at stuff they have lying around. Paintbrushes, cushions. A doll lying on some fancy sofa.

Place looks nice. Dying was a good parenting move on Stede's part.

"He isn't a stranger," Mary's saying, in that patient tone that all women have when they're thinking of murder, "He's our neighbor--"

"Well," says Doug, coughing into his hand.

"Alright, so he lives in the woods, but he's a perfectly nice--"

"He watches the children when I'm having showings--"

"What on earth are you showing?" asks Stede, sounding unreasonably baffled.

"...my art, Stede."

"Ah. Well, what about Doug?"

"I work," says Doug, brightly.

"Some people do that, Stede," says Mary, pointedly.

"I work!"

"I doubt that," says Mary, which is fair. Ed doesn't think what they do qualifies as work.

They bitch at each other about this guy. Apparently he watches the kids. He's teaching Alma how to swordfight. And teaching Louis how to sew? What the fuck.

"--sword fight!" Stede says, shrilly, "Mary, that's hardly appropriate--"

"You literally ran away to become a pirate," says Mary, flatly.

"...fair," says Stede.

They hear a lot about this guy over tea.

He helped get rid of a nasty pirate situation, apparently. He's good with a sword, despite his limp, the cane he needs. He grows excellent beets? Has a nice flower garden. Knits up a storm. Kind of a wanker, very crabby, but soft on kids. The kids love him, apparently.

"--Alma's developing quite an interest in sailing, thanks to Baz," Mary is saying, and Ed drops his fork.

Oh.

He looks at Stede, panicked, and then when Stede doesn't give him the panic eyes back he realizes Ah He Doesn't Know. Stede isn't Jack, or old Sam. He doesn't know.

He looks at Mary, just then, and spies out a sly little smile on her face. It's a schemer's smile, this one. He's seen it on Jack often enough. Oh, he can never let her meet Annie. He's already afraid of the implications of her knowing Jackie.

Stede decides, before Ed can say his thing, that he's got to meet this Baz bloke.

Ed can't speak, on account of the phantom taste of blood in his mouth. He looks down at his plate, at all the meat he's pushed to a side.

part two

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scallopao3 · 7 months

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New steddyhands fic!

I was finally inspired to write a sequel to my fic “Hot and Bothered” (the one where Ed has a massive embarrassment kink). This one features Izzy!

Title: Desperately Wanton

Summary: Izzy listens in on the co-captains’ bedroom activities, and gets more than he bargained for.

#steddyhands #steddyhands fic #Izzy Hands #ofmd #blackbonnet

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louciferish · 10 months

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Title: Restless Souls Gone Wanderin’ - Ch. 18/18 Author: @louciferish Ship: Edward Teach/Israel Hands (established), Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet (new), Edward Teach/Israel Hands/Stede Bonnet (endgame) Word Count: 88,436 Rating: E

Though his first attempt at hiking the Appalachian Trail in 1998 was ultimately a failure, Blackbeard’s blog about the adventure was not. Now world-renowned as a thru-hiking influencer (don’t call him that), Ed is only missing completion of the AT to round out the Hiking Triple Crown. What better time to try again than on the 25th anniversary of his failure? His manager/editor/moderator/boyfriend Izzy is along for the ride, although he’s not going to go quietly after what happened last time. No matter what Edward thinks, Izzy knows he can’t simply re-do the events of his past.

Freshly divorced, Stede Bonnet takes to the trail the same week, looking for a new lease on life. He’s inexperienced, sure, and maybe he lacks in physical fitness, but what he does have is gumption. Gumption, and a few dozen pounds of the most expensive new hiking gear on the market. That can get him all the way to Maine, right?

When their hikes collide, sparks will fly whether they like it or not, and their past on the trail may come back to haunt Ed and Izzy in a more literal sense than they ever imagined.

[Start from Ch.1] or [Jump to Epilogue]

#ofmd #ofmd fic #steddyhands #steddyhands fic #ofmd appalachian trail au #my fanfiction #now complete!

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lunar-system · 3 months

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Izzy Hands: The Moon.

Re-imagined from the traditional Ride-Waite-Smith tarot, this version of the Moon shows Izzy taking the shape of a lone Lover, longing for what he cannot reach.

Longer exploration of the card's symbolism under the cut.

Symbolism of the card

I initially meant this card to be specifically Izzy's, but he is once again unseparable from Ed. Though the moon itself is depicted as Ed, it is through Izzy that I interpret the journey of the card. Feel free to invent your own interpretation as well!

In the original version of the Moon we see a dog, a wolf, and a crayfish. Izzy takes the place of the wolf, marking him as wild and untameable. He is accompanied by a dog, symbolizing his loyalty. The crayfish has retreated, and we can see a monster lurking in the depths of the water, reminding us of the beasts that lie within.

Rachel Pollack (2011) writes: "The Moon signifies the dangerous time between the end of one world structure and the beginning of another. On the emotional level it can indicate the strange state when something powerful has ended and you find yourself thrown back on your instincts."

In the card Izzy already has his wooden leg. He his stepping into his role as the Unicorn, marking a shift in his loyalty and his place in the world. His reign as Blackbeard's first mate is ending, and a whole new world order is being imagined.

Ed is also seen in a new light. With his short beard, he is at the end of his captaincy, possibly even at the end of his piracy. He as the Moon is illuminated by the light of the Sun, personified by Stede in another card, The Sun.

Izzy bears witness to their combined light, unreachable to him on the ground. He teeters at the edge of the water illuminated by that very light, and is faced with a choice. Will he turn, follow the path and try to reach the unreachable? Or will he explore the unknown waters in front of him?

In tarot, water symbolizes emotions, intuition and subconscious. Pollack writes: "Here in the unknown territory our animal selves take over. We cannot suppress the wild emotions but only travel through them." The message of the Moon beckons Izzy to step into the water and face his emotions.

However, there are also dangers in the murky waters of the subconscious. Pollack continues: "The Moon card calls forth powerful dreams, visions, and the power of the feminine." In tarot water is a feminine element. Izzy, a beacon of masculinity, has in the past confused the feminine with the monstrous. He is now dared to invite the feminine within him to the surface. His posture already mirrors that of the feminine lover from the Lovers-card. It also calls back to the Fool, to someone at the beginning of their self-discovery.

Tl;dr: Izzy, the Fool and the Lover, is on a journey from one world to another. Will he follow the path and try to reach the unreachable, or will he find the courage to plunge into unknown waters?

A comparison between the original Rider-Waite-Smith card from 1909 and the re-imagined version

Izzy's pose mirrors the feminine Lover

Sources

Image source: Pamela Colman Smith, 1909, republished as Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany

Text source: Rachel Pollack, A Journey of 78 Steps, 2011, as cited in the booklet for instruction and guidance of Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany

#there is even more symbolism in the lighthouses that are topped with the domes from the Tower but it's so much already #it's about the journey between life and death #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #edizzy #steddyhands #blackhands #i'm tagging this as ships cause i ship them all and i made this with shipperly intentions #even if it's not like explicitly shipping content #ed teach #edward teach #blackbeard #gosh i went to some deep waters with this myself #i mean there is so much to interpret here #is izzy shooting for the moon with ed? has he lifted ed high on the pedestal himself?#what does it mean that the water is lit by moonlight?#to me this is the point in fics where izzy does not yet know how he would fit in the steddyhands triangle and doesn't see it possible #and maybe it won't be unless he accepts some things and allows himself to feel #but it can also be read that he needs to let ed go #in either case water is discovery and acceptance #i am planning to make ed the star and stede the sun as well!#my fanart

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