the duel really is such a peak izzy moment
it starts because izzy demands there be a duel, ed’s like ‘nooo, how about we don’t though’ and izzy is like oh but i am GONNA, ed, if you won’t merk that fluffyhaired rich fuck already then I WILL
izzy initiates; izzy sets the parameters and the consequence that if the loser survives, they have to leave the ship
and he does that assuming he won’t be the loser, because uh… have you met stede bonnet, this is a p fair assumption to make
but then izzy loses by winning via a broken sword and a particularly sturdy mast (spared no expense!)
and he’s like …wait, i have to leave? wtf you’re going to make me stick to and abide by the terms of a duel i insisted had to happen and personally set forth the terms for? FUCKIN I HATE DEALING WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY OWN ACTIONS, EDWARD, YOU KNOOOOOW THAT, THIS IS SO UNFAIR. HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME PLAY BY RULES I AGREED TO AND TO DEAL WITH THE PRIZE I DECIDED SOMEONE WOULD WIN, WHEN I MADE UP THAT PRIZE I ASSUMED I WOULD NOT BE IN DANGER OF WINNING IT MYSELF SO YOU CAN SEE HOW NOW THIS SITUATION IS UNFAIR, WHEN IF I WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE I WOULD BE SMIRKING AT STEDE AS HE VERY FAIRLY ROWED AWAY BECAUSE THEM’S THE BREAKS, BONNET, AND CELEBRATING A JOB WELL DONE
i get the man’s got a case of butthurt so epic he could write his own little song about it and he is the picture you see when you google ‘what’s the human personification of an own-goal’ and i have also been a big dumb dummy when faced with the consequences of my own actions irl and know that general feeling but it’s like. izzy. babycakes. ol buddy ol pal, when you start a stupid game and set up what will happen to the loser and then you end up said loser, you have nobody to blame but yourself when you have to row off alone with your stupid prize.
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Warm sunlight peeks out through the gap in the bedroom curtains and falls over your eyes. You shift under the covers slightly, your cheek pressed against your pillow as you adjust your weight to lie further to the side and almost onto your stomach. The feel of soft lips against your bare shoulder blade rouses you further from sleep. A small stretch overtakes your legs as a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. You hear your boyfriend’s low hum as he continues to pepper lingering kisses across your shoulder and up your neck to the bottom of your jaw. His arm wraps around your middle and he pulls you tighter against his chest.
“Good morning my love,” his morning voice rumbles in your ear along with a chuckle that follows soon after. “How’d you sleep?”
“Mmmn,” you groan and settle back into the mattress, sleep threatening to pull you under yet again. “Good,” you manage to respond in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peaceful morning. “You?”
“Minus you stealing the covers and shoving me all the way to the edge of my side,” he teases and punctuates his accusation with a kiss to your neck again before adding, “I slept pretty well.”
He chuckles as you lazily smack your hand against his thigh behind you.
“Lies, I sleep like a log. I barely move,” you offer as rebuttal and snuggle into his arm tucked under your head. You feel his weight shift as he props himself up to hover just above you and kiss your cheek.
“Is that so? Oh, well, I must’ve been dreaming then,” His sarcasm cuts through the gravel in his voice and he chuckles again at your attempt to hide away from his wake up kisses.
“Stooop,” you groan. “I’m not ready to be awake yet.” He lets out a soft laugh and rolls you onto your back before resting some of his weight on you to hold you in place, earning him another groan.
“But I’ve missed you, Love,” he whispers against your skin as he places lingering kisses to the side of your neck that was previously buried in the pillow. The weight of him soothes you, the warmth of his bare chest seeping into yours.
“You were asleep,” you counter, though your voice has no real heat behind it.
“So what? I can’t miss you in my sleep?”
“No,” you chuckle as his lips pass over a particularly ticklish spot below your earlobe and you turn your head to avoid his advances. He lifts his head and looks down at you, his mahogany brown hair a mess as it falls in front of his face slightly.
“So grumpy this morning,” he teases, his eyes falling to linger on your lips before returning to your eyes. “Do I need to feed you? Or does the gremlin prefer caffeine this morning?”
“You could kiss me,” you offer. Your eyes linger on his lips just like his had before returning to take in the color of a stormy sky that swirls around his irises.
“I’ve been kissing you,” he answers in a low voice, noticing your gaze but not moving in to close the gap.
“Everywhere except where I want you to.” you grumble back. The slightest smirk tugs the corner of his lips at your pout. His eyes fill with a low heat before moving back to look at your lips again and remain there.
“Say please.” You feel the rumble of his command through his chest even though his volume remains barely above a whisper. A shiver snakes up your spine and you silently curse your body for being so reactive to him. After a long moment, you relent.
“Please,” you whisper. A second later, his lips meet yours and your eyes flutter closed. He gives you slow, lazy open mouth kisses as his free hand comes to rest against the side of your neck; his thumb rubbing back and forth over the line of your jaw. You swear you could kiss him forever and never grow tired of it.
“Still grumpy?” he whispers against your lips before pressing a couple more pecks against them. You let out a breathy sigh and open your eyes just enough to look at his eyes again.
“I haven’t decided yet,” you answer in a teasing voice. He chuckles and leans down for another series of soft kisses. You slide your tongue over his bottom lip, asking for entrance to deepen the kiss.
“Mm mmm,” he hums in amusement, denying your silent request and pulling away, but not moving off of you completely. “Not until I’ve confirmed you are no longer grumpy and you are completely awake.”
You grumble a response and move to sit up. He moves the rest of his weight off of you and sits up beside you; leaning back on his hands as his gaze drinks in your form. The sheets fall into a puddle at your lap as you raise your arms up in another blissful stretch; pulling the sleep from your muscles completely. You finally allow a smile to spread over your face as you lean in and place a soft kiss to your man’s cheek.
“Good morning baby.” Your voice is soft as you return his earlier greeting. He smiles, the warmth of it flooding his eyes, and he shifts forward to press another quick kiss to your lips.
“Good morning.” He pats your thigh before moving to get up and out of bed. “Let’s start our day. Food or Caffeine?”
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