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Izzy becoming the first mate of the revenge. He's trusted, in a different way now. Maybe not as a friend, really. A coworker that's been here longer than you, a respected teacher. someone who knows how to catch the pieces you drop
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I just refuse to believe that Stede Bonnet was not initially attracted to Izzy Hands before Izzy brought out his peak asshole behavior.
Stede has a pirate fetish and Izzy is the first competent pirate he encounters. Stede immediately compliments the man on his sword handling skills despite said sword being pointed at him. Izzy wears all black and leather and Stede liked that on Blackbeard. Also Stede is used to aristos and wealthy fuckers. He would be used to men who are more groomed, with well-kept hair and goatee like Izzy, more so than a big wild mane and beard.
Also Izzy is like the first one we see (who isn’t a hallucination of a dead man) Stede stand up to and yell in his face. He didn’t even do that to the Badmintons when they were alive and actively insulting him and threatening him. Stede already knows Izzy is dangerous and deadly with a sword by that point so where is that courage coming from?
#look if Izzy Hands sets off MY competence kink just imagine how Stede Bonnetfeels#he’s never felt competent a day in his life#ofmd#izzy hands#stede bonnet#our flag means death#stede/izzy
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Another thing I want from s2 is for Stede to stab Izzy in a gay metaphor for penetration way like the Stede and Ed scene was. But I want it to be different. Not the same kind of stabbing, something that fits their relationship dynamic. Like Izzy fully leaning into Stede's sword and sort of impaling himself on it before Stede pushes the sword the rest of the way in
#i want stede and iz to fight and them kiss#i feel like izzy would really be into stede's new found confidence and violent tendencies#iz brings out the sadist in stede#pls#i need this#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd season 2#ofmd s2#izzy hands#stede bonnet#stizzy#stede/izzy
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Okay, so I’ve been thinking a lot about Stede/Izzy, and contrary to popular opinion, I’ve come to the conclusion that Izzy would realise he had feelings for Stede first.
Because see, the thing is, Izzy already has a bizarre relationship with ‘love’. He loves Edward in a very toxic way where pain/pleasure/anger/love/devotion all sort of blur into one huge mess of emotion. Izzy is primed for a love/hate relationship, he’s already sort of in one - and he’s also primed to associate getting under someone’s skin as a main way to receive attention (episode 10 with Edward, for example) so his whole pissing match with Stede is already flirting coded as far as Izzy is concerned (or very easily could be). So when Izzy starts falling for Stede, well. Izzy’s got a frame of reference for that. It’s not the same as the blind devotion he has for Edward, or begging for scraps of his attention, nowhere close, but it’s on the scale of his emotional acknowledgement. Izzy would defend Stede in the way he does Ed, he would seek Stede out more to snap at him, he would seek Stede’s anger and see it as a mark of pride that he’s one of the only people on board who can bring that out of him, and he’d know.
Compare this to Stede. Stede who didn’t even know he was in love with Edward until Mary spelt it out for him - and that was a very traditional romance that plays out almost beat for beat like something you’d probably see in one of Stede’s fancy books he spends all his time reading. I know we like to see Stede as having a lot of emotional intelligence, and I think he does in a way, but not necessarily about himself and his relationships. And with Izzy, he’d have no basis to navigate the passion-coming-out-as-snapping-and-biting like Izzy does. Add to that the fact that Stede’s go to response in difficult situations is to run away, to flee, and he’s going to run from that realisation for a while.
My point is, all the fics and headcanons where Stede realises and begins to court Izzy are very fun, but I would much prefer to see Stede have absolutely no clue he’s falling in love with Izzy, while Izzy (despite hating himself for it) is the self aware one who is painfully aware of exactly what he’s feeling and where all this is heading.
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Name of the Play (Stede/Izzy breakup, endgame Ed/Stede, angst)
Prompt: 100 words of losing
Stede had read Romeo and Juliet as a boy. He’d always felt a certain pang in his heart for the ever off-stage Rosaline, the girl Romeo had once pined for so fiercely. She didn’t know the play wasn’t named after her. She was, presumably, doing her best, even throwing up the requisite dramatic obstacles: Capulet lineage, vow of celibacy. And Romeo ached for her. He said such pretty things about it!
Until he met Juliet, of course. Then Rosaline was yesterday’s news.
Because, well, it was Romeo and Juliet, wasn’t it? You couldn’t argue with fate, with what God or Shakespeare had set out for you, with the headiness of destined love. Romeo had poured his heart and soul into his poems for Rosaline—or so Stede had always believed—he really had done his best for her. It was just that Juliet made his heart and soul so much more, made him more profound and passionate and true. So when you looked back at his one-time best efforts, they suddenly seemed stilted and shabby.
You had to wonder what Rosaline thought when she heard of Romeo dying for love—and then realized that it wasn’t for love of her. That it probably never would have been for love of her.
A young Stede, full of fervent and unreciprocated passions, had always imagined that to be Rosaline was the best he could reasonably hope for. Someday, he might find someone who could truly, if mistakenly, believe they loved him as best they could.
He’d remembered Rosaline when he had come home to find that “Stede and Mary” had only ever been the awkward first act of “Mary and Doug.” And yes, fine, his marriage had never been grand and thwarted, just thwarted and thwarted, but still. Alas, poor Rosaline.
But then Mary had made him see that he was, quite wonderfully, in his own play after all. Ed and Stede!
Everyone neglected to mention that, partway through this lovely drama, Stede’s Juliet would fuck off to become a fisherman.
But Stede had—or so he’d believed, these last few months—done quite well in Ed’s absence. Crew morale was high. The coffers were full. And he had Izzy in his bed, more nights than not, and Izzy was beautiful in the early morning light: the scars on his back a mellow gold, his face soft and relaxed. Izzy cuddled, and it seemed so sweet and precious to know that, to be the man who felt Izzy’s breath stir against his neck.
And now Ed had come back. And Stede’s heart, like an arrow, had gone straight back to its truest target.
“You don’t understand,” he said helplessly, watching Izzy gather up the few belongings he had, gradually, been persuaded to leave in Stede’s cabin. “It’s just … it’s Ed.”
Ed, hair and beard more brightly silver than before, smile gentle and teasing and electric at the same time. Ed, quietly saying, “I understand if I can’t come back—” His lips parting beneath Stede’s as Stede had breathlessly told him to stay, of course stay, stay forever.
Izzy looked up at him slantwise. His eyes were damp in a way Stede knew better than to acknowledge. “What part of my whole fucking life makes you think I wouldn’t understand? Edward is Edward. Most of the world stands in his shadow. I’ve never been so fucking naïve to not think I was part of that.”
“And of course it’s the same for you.” Stede clung to the faint feeling of relief there. “I’m not what you really wanted. I know we were just each other’s consolation prizes, in the end. Very nice consolation prizes! The kind of prizes you’d ordinarily be very happy to win and treasure forever! I’ve really enjoyed our time together. I don’t want you to ever think I didn’t.”
Izzy made a noise of indeterminate meaning.
“It was only a couple of months,” Izzy said finally, once he’d found his last identical black cravat between the cushions of Stede’s sofa. They had undressed each other there, two days ago, comfortable and affectionate and easy. “Don’t tie yourself in knots about it.”
“Yes, but all together, we’ve been with each other a good bit longer than I was ever with Ed.”
“And I was with him twenty years, before you came along,” Izzy said. “Thought he was happy, for most of it, but he wasn’t. Not like he is with you. Not like you are with him.” His mouth twisted. “Someone’s got to be your Rosa Linda, or whatever the fuck her name was.”
“Rosaline,” Stede said automatically. He’d forgotten he’d told Izzy about that. He wondered when he would start to forget that there had even been a time when he could have talked Shakespeare and hopeless childhood crushes with Izzy Hands.
“Rosaline,” Izzy echoed. He tucked his cravat in his pocket. “Yeah. Anyway. I’m taking a bottle of your brandy. As a consolation prize.”
“Of course. Whatever you want, Izzy.”
Tell me you’d give me up too, if it was you he wanted, Stede wanted to plead. Tell me it’s fine. But Izzy had told him it was fine, of course. And that meant it was, surely, because Izzy had certainly put up a fuss about losing Ed. So he couldn’t care as much this time. He couldn’t. It wasn’t like you could just get used to having your heart broken.
Izzy picked up the brandy. “What I want is to get fucking shitfaced. Easy enough to achieve.”
“I did love you,” Stede said, when Izzy was in the doorway. He could hear the desperation in his voice: he’d never liked leaving things broken. “I said I did, and I meant it. I was happy.”
Izzy didn’t say anything to that, because, Stede realized, he’d already given Stede the only answer he could: yes, they’d been happy, but not as happy as Stede would be with Ed. Not at the highest of the highs, anyway.
Rosa Linda, Stede thought.
He didn’t know when Izzy had been most happy.
Later, he hoped. Someone had to come along, surely, and write a poem for Rosaline, the best they would ever be capable of writing. Someone Rosaline would give speeches to in return.
“Bye, Bonnet,” Izzy said, without looking behind him. He sucked in a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and walked away.
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Aaaaaaaand Stede and Izzy’s song is I Don’t Want to Miss A Thing by Aerosmith!! @avastyetwats came up with the perfect choice <3
My choice for Izzy’s love song to Stede is At Last by Etta James
Cause even when I dream of you
the sweetest thing will never do
And I’ll miss you baby, and
I don’t wanna miss a thing
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At last
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
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working on my post-canon enemies-to-whatever these two are fic. First time writing Stizzy and I must say I have become oddly fascinated by the dynamic it has to offer.
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Rating: E | NAWA | Words: 3,469
By @vexbatch for @kingstoken
Relationship:
Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands
Characters:
Israel Hands
Stede Bonnet
Ching Shih | Zheng Yi Sao
Oluwande Boodhari
Buttons (Our Flag Means Death)
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Episode: s02e07 Man on Fire
Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Trans Stede Bonnet
Cis Israel Hands
Bottom Stede Bonnet
Top Israel Hands
Clothing Kink
First Time
Cunnilingus
Vaginal Fingering
PIV Sex
Israel Hands Needs a Hug
Israel Hands is Bad at Feelings
background Olu/Zheng
Buttons de-seagull-ified
Post-Coital Cuddling
Thankfully, Stede hesitated. Izzy let out a breath, trying to think of what else was needed to convince this ponce-turned-pirate to listen to reason.
Eventually, he leaned forward and whispered, “A gentleman shows mercy. A pirate waits until he has the upper hand. Come on, Bonnet; you’re better than this.”
After diffusing the situation between Stede and Zheng, Izzy follows Stede back to the Revenge where they make the most of their night.
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Stede Bonnet never really got over Ed Teach. Maybe that’s because of their long-distance friends-with-benefits situation they’ve had going for three years. Maybe it’s because when Stede falls in love, he does so with reckless abandon and doesn’t bother to try and get out of it. But just because he never got over Ed, doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried, and with minor success. He may even be a little bit (just a little, just a really, tiny bit) in love again.
This would be alright if Ed hadn’t come back to Port Republic. Maybe just for the holidays, maybe forever. Stede certainly doesn’t know, and while he is actually happy to spend the time with Ed, there’s that issue of being a little bit (maybe a bit more than a little, but it’s too soon, really) in love with someone else. Izzy Hands, to be exact. Ed’s ex.
A Stizzy fic with lots of pre-Steddyhands hints as they don't become a thing in this particular fic.
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Yeah, Stede/Izzy/ed is cool but let's talk about Stede making out with Izzy just to make ed jealous. That’s the kind of power-bottom move I know he would pull.
#steddy hands#ofmd#ofmd thoughts#our flag means death#izzy hands#stede/izzy#stede/ed#stede bonnet#edward teach#blackbeard#blackbonnet
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Here, I wrote a little porny Stizzy thing. (With trans Izzy because who am I to fight prevailing fandom headcanon?)
Izzy's sweetest when he's on his back.
Stede likes to take his time touching between Izzy's legs, marveling at how soft and pliant he is - such a difference from his usual demeanor. Izzy makes the loveliest noises when Stede pets his cock lightly or slides two fingers where Izzy's so unexpectedly welcoming and slick.
It seems impossible that the prickly little man would spread his legs so eagerly and all but beg Stede to come inside him. But he does, all velvety heat, snug on Stede's dick, rippling spasms when he orgasms over and over again. Even after Stede finds his own satisfaction, it's difficult to leave that gorgeous space between Izzy's legs. But he does love to watch his spend drip down Izzy's thighs while he holds them open, then eat it out of him until Izzy comes again on Stede's tongue.
Izzy whines, overwhelmed, but he always lets him keep going until Stede is satisfied. His whimpers usually get Stede hard enough to go again.
If he could, Stede would always keep Izzy on his back.
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Izzy "doesn't know what romance is" Hands being given flowers and special bath privileges by Stede and fully thinking this was Stede's round about way of making him pliant so he can kill him later.
During a raid Stede kills a man to protect Izzy and then he's like "oh no the captain is flirting with me what do I do"
#stede: heres some nice cake#izzy: this is a trick i hate u#stede covered in blood: whoa close call there are you okay#izzy: im taking my clothes off rn lets get married#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#stede bonnet#stede/izzy#gentlehands#stizzy
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Silk Sheets - birthday gift for @pineau-noir. I hope you like it.
#our flag means death#stede/izzy#izzy/stede#OFMD#gift#gift art#digital art#pineau-noir#year: 2023#artist: digthewriter
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Kissing Your Pain Away (Stede/Izzy)
Prompt: Kissing your partner's wound.
Can also be found on AO3
“Don’t be childish Izzy. Let me help.”
Stede pointedly looked to Izzy’s arm where he’d gotten nicked by a sword in their most recent pillaging. Izzy had been careful not to react to the wound and carry himself as normally as possible. He’d thought no one had noticed but of course, fucking Stede Bonnet had somehow clocked the injury and was now adamant about helping Izzy lean it. As if Izzy wasn’t perfectly capable of tending to it himself.
“It’s just a scratch Bonnet.” Izzy tried to brush past Stede and leave the Captain’s quarters – where Stede had squirrelled him away to the second they’d set foot back on the Revenge, everyone else, Edward included, had been too excited sorting through their loot to notice, or so Izzy hoped.
“It’ll get infected and Roach will have to cut it off.” Stede stepped to the side blocking Izzy’s escape route.
“It doesn’t even hurt,” Izzy protested, practically spitting the words at the other man.
“Oh really?” Stede raised an eyebrow as he reached out and squeezed Izzy’s arm – hard. Izzy’s knees threatened to give out at the searing pain that shot up his arm.
“Ow, fuck, you fucker.” Not his most eloquent insult but it would have to do, given the circumstances. Izzy thought Stede would let go after proving his point but his hand kept its firm grip on Izzy’s arm, sending waves of pain up his arm.
“Now, are you going to be a big boy and let Stede clean you up?” Izzy had never felt the slight difference in their heights more than he did at that moment. With a simple question, Stede Bonnet towered over Izzy making him feel small and vulnerable. To his horror, Izzy didn’t hate it and if his leather pants fit a little snugger than usual no one would ever know.
He stubbornly stared Bonnet down with flushed cheeks, whether that was from their proximity or the pain Izzy didn’t know or care. He wouldn’t crack. He was Isreal Hands, first mate to the fearsome Blackbeard, he would not submit to this pansy fancy boy playing pirate.
Stede tightened his hold on Izzy’s arm, his body quivering at the new flash of pain. Izzy couldn’t hold in his desperate moan. Fuck, there was no coming back from that. Stede sent him a knowing look though for once he kept his mouth shut.
Izzy dropped his angry gaze from Stede’s eyes to the floorboards, all fight leaving him. “Good boy,” Stede whispered before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the top of Izzy’s head.
“You’re ridiculous,” Izzy mumbled at the other man, who had finally released his hold on Izzy’s injured arm.
“Mhmm,” Stede hummed in amusement. Izzy didn’t look up as Stede moved around the room gathering his supplies or when he peeled Izzy out of his vest and shirt. The first touch of a warm, wet rag on his skin sent shivers down Izzy’s spine. Stede was gentle with every pass of the cloth and his grip on Izzy’s arm. It was so different from how Edward touched him but it still sent his heart hammering away in his chest.
As if he could hear Izzy’s thoughts, Stede paused in his cleaning of Izzy’s wound and using just the tips of his fingers under Izzy’s chin lifted his face so that Izzy had no choice but to look into his eyes. His eyes, like every other part of him, were soft. Izzy didn’t believe the emotion he saw in those eyes, he couldn’t. The second he let himself think this was real was the second he had everything to lose. And what good was a pirate that was afraid of losing?
Stede moved forward in one swift motion and placed a quick peck on Izzy’s lips. Izzy knew Stede wanted more – more of the kiss and of Izzy. But Izzy kept his lips a harsh, stubborn line and forced himself not to lean into Stede. He hadn’t kissed anyone in years, not since he and Edward were young – before Blackbeard.
A flash of disappointment crossed Stede’s face before he turned back to his work on Izzy’s arm. He was meticulous as he cleaned out the cut. Once he deemed it good enough, Stede reached over for a jar of a sharp-smelling ointment he claimed was the cure to everything. Izzy braced himself for the sting he knew would come from Bonnet rubbing the foul ointment into his open wound but the sting never came. Instead, pain and pleasure twirled around each other as Stede pressed a kiss into the skin just above where the cut started.
Stede looked up at Izzy, keeping his lips against Izzy’s skin. Izzy watched, trembling, as Stede slowly moved his lips down the cut in Izzy’s arm, stopping to lick at the fresh blood that had pearled out at his touch. He moved further down until his lips came to rest at Izzy’s wrist, hovering just over where he could no doubt feel Izzy’s heart pounding. His lips parted and his tongue danced across the delicate skin.
Izzy didn’t know what to do. This was too much, more than anyone had ever given him before and more than he deserved. Stede’s eyes were unreadable as he lifted his mouth from Izzy’s hand and moved back up so his lips were mere centimetres from Izzy’s.
Izzy could feel Stede’s breath on his lips, gentle puffs of air that sent tingles down his spine. He waited for Stede to close the distance between them again and was irritated when Stede seemed content to stay where he was, so close but not touching Izzy.
Seconds stretched into minutes and anger buzzed anew underneath Izzy’s skin. What game did Stede think he was playing? What tricks was he trying to pull? Anticipation, frustration and desperation drove Izzy to his braking point as he smashed his lips into Stede’s. Caught off guard by the man in front of him Izzy moaned like a cheap whore as Stede’s tongue snuck into his mouth and repeated the patterns it had drawn on Izzy’s wrist. A part of Izzy screamed at him to pull away, to leave before this could go any further but as Stede ran his fingers through Izzy's hair and grabbed hold of his neck a louder part told him to take everything Stede was offering. Izzy might be going crazy but he let go of everything that had been holding him back and melted into Stede's arms.
#izzy hands#stede bonnet#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd fanfic#zemo writes shit#stede/izzy#izzy/stede#gentlehands
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Izzy knows how difficult Edward is, so he’s always half-expecting/dreading Bonnet taking off and running away again when Stede finally realizes what a handful Ed can be. That it’s not all sunshine and marmalade and treasure hunts.
It takes Izzy a ridiculously long time to realize that he’s almost as scared of Stede leaving again as his captain is because they’ve become a team, Izzy and Stede. A reluctant one yes, they’re both pretty sure they don’t actually like each other, but they are united in a common purpose: Edward and his well-being. Its the most important purpose in the world for both of them and that brings them together again and again. They couldn’t keep a polite distance from each other if they tried.
Without consciously realizing it, they’ve worked out their ways of managing Ed together. Figured out a balance between Stede’s gentle cajoling and Izzy’s tough love that gets Ed moving again when he’s in his doldrums. Learned when Ed needs to be pampered and spoiled and told he is special and made endless cups of over-sweetened tea the way he likes. Or when Blackbeard needs to face the inner darkness, when the anger and rage and violence that exist in his nature rear their ugly heads and he needs an outlet, needs to smell blood.
(Stede had Things To Say when he learned of their habit of sorting out Blackbeard’s dark impulses by having brutal knock-down brawls with each other. Stede knew Izzy wouldn’t seriously injure his captain, even in self-defense, and Ed-Blackbeard, well, Blackbeard wasn’t exactly known for his.... restraint. Stede shuddered to think how many times Izzy might have been hurt while trying to keep his captain emotionally stable. Stede put his foot down as captain and insisted on two things: the first, they would instead take up boxing with a referee to keep things from escalating. the second, that he himself would trade off with Izzy in these sparring sessions. Edward had looked so horrified by that prospect that it was unspoken confirmation of Stede’s worst suspicions.)
It’s been so long since Izzy had anyone who worked with him as a... a partner. (an awkward word for sure, but he’s certainly not going to call Bonnet his equal). Edward is his captain, Blackbeard is his idol, his duties serving his captain are practically an act of worship. As Captain’s right hand Izzy out ranked everyone else on board (and never let them forget it). But his cooperative efforts with Bonnet, the care they both put into the health and happiness of the same man, that built into a sense of comradeship he hasn’t experienced much since he became First Mate.
Izzy can respect a man who works hard. Nobody on Bonnet’s ship does a respectable amount of labor, but Bonnet puts so much effort into Edward that Izzy has to see it. Has to acknowledge it, if only to himself. And when he finally. finally does acknowledge it to himself, he realizes that he has his own reason for being fucking terrified of the day Stede Bonnet gets spooked and runs away again.
And maybe that’s why he starts to unbend, starts to let himself be maybe a tiny bit less scary towards the man.
#steddyhands#ofmd#stede/izzy#i open a test post planning to just make a joke#about haha Izzy doesnt hate Stede so much when he realizes he has someone to help babysit Blackbeard#but then i had to get a little extra about it#like yeah Stede knows the Kraken went off the rails for a bit there but Stede thinks it was just a reactionary thing#he hasn't really Seen edward in a depressive episode#or edward manic about a plan that is clever as hell but also pretty suicidal#and yeah Stede accepts they are pirates and they kill and maim and shit#but Izzy just like Edward is always wondering where the line is. what's going to be too much for this soft ponce.#Ed fears its going to be some monstrous act of his#Izzy is more worried the rich kid playing pirate might get bored if his playmate is too gloomy to be fun anymore
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