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"Leave it, boss," Izzy rasps, rifling through a fallen sailor's pockets.
Ed stares at the creature in the cage, tiny and frightened, its wings a frantic blur of movement as it tries to get as far away from Ed as possible.
"Fucking fascinating," he mumbles and reaches into the cage. The little fairy, blond and broadshouldered flits from side to side, but Ed's quicker. He gets a hold of it, almost squeezes it too hard."At least bring the cage as well," Izzy says.
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"Leave it, boss," Izzy rasps, rifling through a fallen sailor's pockets.
Ed stares at the creature in the cage, tiny and frightened, its wings a frantic blur of movement as it tries to get as far away from Ed as possible.
"Fucking fascinating," he mumbles and reaches into the cage. The little fairy, blond and broadshouldered flits from side to side, but Ed's quicker. He gets a hold of it, almost squeezes it too hard."At least bring the cage as well," Izzy says.
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"Leave it, boss," Izzy says, rifling through a fallen sailor's pockets.
Ed stares at the creature in the cage, tiny and frightened, its wings a frantic blur of movement as it tries to get as far away from Ed as possible.
"Fucking fascinating," he mumbles and reaches into the cage. The little fairy, blond and broadshouldered flits from side to side, but Ed's quicker. He gets a hold of it, almost squeezes it too hard."At least bring the cage as well," Izzy sighs.
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Izzy’s arms strained against the weight of the oars, his heart breaking with every mile he put between himself and The Revenge.
Sweat stung the gash on his brow, a constant reminder that love wasn’t always pure and good. Sometimes, love was just another thing you had to survive.
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Izzy’s arms strained against the weight of the oars, his heart breaking with every mile he put between himself and The Revenge.
Sweat stung the gash on his brow, a constant reminder that love wasn’t always pure and good. Sometimes, love was just another thing you had to survive.
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Izzy had told himself that no soulmark could tell him who to love. Soulmarks were just the universe’s way of controlling suckers.
He’d told himself that over and over, until the moment he stood, enthralled, staring at his mark’s match across Roach’s shoulder.
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Izzy had told himself that no soulmark could tell him who to love. Soulmarks were just the universe’s way of controlling suckers.
He’d told himself that over and over, until the moment he stood, enthralled, staring at his mark’s match across Roach’s shoulder.
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#IzzyIsMicroFic
“You’ve lost your ring,” Bonnet remarked.
“Must’ve fallen somewhere,” Izzy lied. Bonnet fiddled with his sleeve momentarily; then, he leaned over & fixed something to Izzy’s tie – one of the sequins from his coat.
“Wouldn’t want you to lose your spark,” he smiled. -
#IzzyIsMicroFic
“You’ve lost your ring,” Bonnet remarked.
“Must’ve fallen somewhere,” Izzy lied. Bonnet fiddled with his sleeve momentarily; then, he leaned over & fixed something to Izzy’s tie – one of the sequins from his coat.
“Wouldn’t want you to lose your spark,” he smiled. -
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"Why do you let him do this to you?" Frenchie asks, dabbing a foul-smelling mixture on Izzy's freshly bruised face.
"So he doesn't do it to you," Izzy answers quietly. Frenchie stops & stares; then he presses a soft kiss on Izzy's cheek & starts singing to him. -
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"Why do you let him do this to you?" Frenchie asks, dabbing a foul-smelling mixture on Izzy's freshly bruised face.
"So he doesn't do it to you," Izzy answers quietly. Frenchie stops & stares; then he presses a soft kiss on Izzy's cheek & starts singing to him. -
#IzzyIsMicroFic It took just 5 minutes, even with all the kissing. “There,” Ed grinned, sitting back proudly in Izzy’s lap. “You’re really stuck with me now, mate.” “And you with me,” Izzy chuckled, wincing slightly at the sting of the fresh X on his cheek and so, *so* in love.
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#IzzyIsMicroFic It took just 5 minutes, even with all the kissing. “There,” Ed grinned, sitting back proudly in Izzy’s lap. “You’re really stuck with me now, mate.” “And you with me,” Izzy chuckled, wincing slightly at the sting of the fresh X on his cheek and so, *so* in love.
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It should be more difficult than this, losing himself to this mouth that’s not the mouth he truly wants. To disappear into the push and pull of the moment.
It should be impossible, with how thoroughly he is already owned.
Yet Bonnet’s kisses claim him entirely
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It should be more difficult than this, losing himself to this mouth that’s not the mouth he truly wants. To disappear into the push and pull of the moment.
It should be impossible, with how thoroughly he is already owned.
Yet Bonnet’s kisses claim him entirely
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It's not intentional the first time. Izzy stumbles across the portal and finds himself flung into Stede's body, looking through Stede's eyes.
Ed is there, looking at Izzy (Stede! Looking at Stede) through a cloud of smoke, like a pristine relic from decades past.
Izzy wants to drown in Ed's attention. When the portal spits him back to his own body, he claws his way back to the mouth of it, intent on seeing that adoring look on Ed's face again.
Just one more time.
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It's not intentional the first time. Izzy stumbles across the portal and finds himself flung into Stede's body, looking through Stede's eyes.
Ed is there, looking at Izzy (Stede! Looking at Stede) through a cloud of smoke, like a pristine relic from decades past.
Izzy wants to drown in Ed's attention. When the portal spits him back to his own body, he claws his way back to the mouth of it, intent on seeing that adoring look on Ed's face again.
Just one more time.
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It's not intentional the first time. Izzy stumbles across the portal and finds himself flung into Stede's body, looking through Stede's eyes.
Ed is there, looking at Izzy (Stede! Looking at Stede) through a cloud of smoke, like a pristine relic from decades past.
Izzy wants to drown in Ed's attention. When the portal spits him back to his own body, he claws his way back to the mouth of it, intent on seeing that adoring look on Ed's face again.
Just one more time.
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“You wear his whip.”
Izzy squirms, guilty under Anne’s harsh gaze.
“Did you-“ he reached for it, reluctant but willing to hand it over.
“He’d want you to have it.”
The guilt doubles because Anne’s right: Jack would’ve.
Izzy had never deserved him.
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“You wear his whip.”
Izzy squirms, guilty under Anne’s harsh gaze.
“Did you-“ he reached for it, reluctant but willing to hand it over.
“He’d want you to have it.”
The guilt doubles because Anne’s right: Jack would’ve.
Izzy had never deserved him.
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“Look at you,” Jack ran a hand up Izzy’s hairy thigh, possessive.
“Get on with it,” Izzy squirmed, embarrassed.
Jack smirked, “Not a chance, Princess. I’m gonna take my TIME. Get you hooked on ol’ Jack, proper-like.”
Izzy bit his lip. He was already hooked.
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“Look at you,” Jack ran a hand up Izzy’s hairy thigh, possessive.
“Get on with it,” Izzy squirmed, embarrassed.
Jack smirked, “Not a chance, Princess. I’m gonna take my TIME. Get you hooked on ol’ Jack, proper-like.”
Izzy bit his lip. He was already hooked.
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The sound of the door opening woke Izzy as the hallway light striped across him and Roach.
Ed hovered in the doorway, cold and ominous. “What’s this?”
Fear & a need to defend clashed. He sat up, using his body to shield the cook.
“Mine,” Izzy lifted his chin.
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The sound of the door opening woke Izzy as the hallway light striped across him and Roach.
Ed hovered in the doorway, cold and ominous. “What’s this?”
Fear & a need to defend clashed. He sat up, using his body to shield the cook.
“Mine,” Izzy lifted his chin.
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This is... so dumb. But I did it. For the #IzzyIsMicroFic event, a drabble featuring micro Izzy, because I initially misunderstood the premise and then took it as a challenge.
Stede stares down at the little man in his hand with a wince. "You do know that's not doing any real damage, even cumulatively? You could do that for days before I even suffer notable blood loss."
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This is... so dumb. But I did it. For the #IzzyIsMicroFic event, a drabble featuring micro Izzy, because I initially misunderstood the premise and then took it as a challenge.
Stede stares down at the little man in his hand with a wince. "You do know that's not doing any real damage, even cumulatively? You could do that for days before I even suffer notable blood loss."
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A bowl of stew was shoved unceremoniously under Izzy’s nose at the same time as a chunk of crusty bread was forced into his hand.
“Eat.” Roach glared.
“Not hungry.”
“Didn’t ask. Don’t care. EAT.”
Izzy glanced away, shy and awkward. Took a bite.
Roach smiled.
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A bowl of stew was shoved unceremoniously under Izzy’s nose at the same time as a chunk of crusty bread was forced into his hand.
“Eat.” Roach glared.
“Not hungry.”
“Didn’t ask. Don’t care. EAT.”
Izzy glanced away, shy and awkward. Took a bite.
Roach smiled.
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A bowl of stew was shoved unceremoniously under Izzy’s nose at the same time as a chunk of crusty bread was forced into his hand.
“Eat.” Roach glared.
“Not hungry.”
“Didn’t ask. Don’t care. EAT.”
Izzy glanced away, shy and awkward. Took a bite.
Roach smiled.
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Izzy’d made so many poor decisions lately. He’d thought if he pushed enough, did enough, he’d somehow BE enough for Ed.
It hadn’t worked. Ed had only ever wanted Bonnet.
Izzy would bring him back, for Ed. And, maybe, find out just what it was Ed saw in the man.
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Izzy’d made so many poor decisions lately. He’d thought if he pushed enough, did enough, he’d somehow BE enough for Ed.
It hadn’t worked. Ed had only ever wanted Bonnet.
Izzy would bring him back, for Ed. And, maybe, find out just what it was Ed saw in the man.
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September the 1st - #IzzyIsMicroFic Day!
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September the 1st - #IzzyIsMicroFic Day!
Write the most delicious, devastating, dazzling or devious Situation...that you can fit in the space of JUST one tweet 🤏🤏
Be courteous of other creators. If you love someone's idea & want to run with it, please ask them first if they're ok with their prompt getting the yes-and treatment.
And no, I don't really mind if you 'cheat' by doing prequels/sequels in other twts to make your story longer 😈
Tag @IzzyIsEvents here! -
September the 1st - #IzzyIsMicroFic Day!
Write the most delicious, devastating, dazzling or devious Situation...that you can fit in the space of JUST one tweet 🤏🤏
Be courteous of other creators. If you love someone's idea & want to run with it, please ask them first if they're ok with their prompt getting the yes-and treatment.
And no, I don't really mind if you 'cheat' by doing prequels/sequels in other twts to make your story longer 😈
Tag @IzzyIsEvents here!