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“My ship goes out tomorrow,” the sailor says breezily. “But I’m thinking about fucking off and finding a ship that’ll take me to the colonies. Know one?”
“I’m not a dockhand, boy,” says Iz. The young man’s eyes go a little sharper, brighter, at that, suddenly keen on the set of Iz’s jaw and the span of his shoulders.
“I know that,” he says. His voice drops low, almost a purr, still casual as anything. “Want to fuck me?” -
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Izzy nudged the tip of the blade with his thumb, careful not to draw any blood. Not alone. Not unless Bonnet was here, holding the dagger. That was the whole point of this gift.
I thought we could use it together, Bonnet said.
Izzy contemplates jealousy, names, and how to be happy.
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- Part 2 of sea-fever fragments
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Part of the Steddyhands Feedist AU. A series of vignettes that explores how Izzy's masochism interacts with his weight gain and stuffing kinks.
This is a work of fat/feedist fetish fiction. Don't like, don't read.
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- Part 7 of Eat Your Feelings 'Verse
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Torn between dual desires of “I could fix them!” and “I could make them worse!” I’ve just gone ahead and done both. With kink.
Post-Canon bits are Stede/Ed/Izzy working out their shit but with healthier boundaries and communication.
Pre-Canon bits are Ed/Izzy/Jack (I know, leave me alone) honestly trying their best because they do all LIKE each other, they are just terrible people.
There may eventually be some pre-canon Dead Dove BlackHands. The boys just do better with a third.
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Jim becomes a legend at Blackbeard’s side.
They can’t help being the meanest and the sharpest of them all, striking fear just to make sure everyone else flinches first. Life is pain, and they are better off inflicting than receiving.
They hate Blackbeard and they hate Izzy, but Jim's place is here. They all deserve each other. Three feral dogs hiding their tenderness from each other like it’s a rotting wound.