King Neilz

Summary: Stede and Izzy are the top contenders for Professor Teach's coveted TA position. Their rivalry is legendary, marked by cutting remarks and relentless one-upmanship. But when Stede suspects Izzy of going the extra mile to secure the position, his ambition drives him to take drastic measures to stay ahead.

Excerpt: "Too bad for you..." He turns to taunt but Izzy snatches the book from his hand before he can even finish the thought. "Hey!"

"Too slow." Izzy laughs, backing away, arms wrapped protectively around his prize. "You'd think you'd know better than to gloat before you've secured your victory." Izzy drawls lazily, whirling around. "Daddy didn't teach you how to fight, did he?" Stede growls and lunges for Izzy, catching the back of his collar, and the two go tumbling down. "Stop it, Bonnet."

"Let my book go!"

"It's not your fucking book, is it?!" Izzy snarls, kneeing Stede in the stomach. The man doubles over with a cough and right as Izzy thinks he's down, Stede tackles him, wrapping his legs around Izzy's waist, and rolling the two around the library's main aisle.

Summary: Stede comes home from a two week long business trip to some drastic changes made at home.

make me thrill (as only you know how)

Summary: The first murder is an accident. The second is intentional, but no less accidental. The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth? Well, those are a whole other matter. Bodies pile up as Izzy and Stede become ensnared in a web of their own making, each kill bringing them closer together in shared depravity.

Excerpt: "Badminton." Stede sighs, putting his glass down. "Chauncey Badminton." Izzy stiffens. "He's Nigel's twin brother and he's got it into his head that I...I don't know. That I had something to do with his disappearance."

"Shit..." The word is one long hiss and Izzy closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. "Have you told him anything?" Stede shakes his head. "Then there's an easy solution here." He leans in, lowering his voice. Stede glances around at their family and friends and sees that they're distracted. He turns back, his gaze focused. "We can kill him too."

"You're insane." Stede chuckles, his shoulders relaxing. "This isn't funny."

"I'm serious." Izzy takes a sip of his drink. Stede keeps chuckling for a moment and slowly, he realizes that Izzy isn't laughing.

Summary: Stede Bonnet is in love with Edward Teach. He always has been, from the moment he laid eyes on him. Stede doesn't believe in soulmates, but if he did—regardless of how much he loves Ed—he's fairly certain his soulmate is someone else entirely.

Excerpt: "Izzy..." Stede starts, reaching out a hand. Ed doesn't think Izzy will let Stede touch him. He doesn't think Izzy will want his comfort, but he's proven wrong. Izzy doesn't flinch, he lets Stede's fingers wrap around his wrist and squeeze. "You have to realize that I would never ever let anything happen to you. This is your home now. The crew is your family. We're your family."

"You're my family." Izzy agrees and Ed could be bowled over by a feather with the shock those words send through him. He doesn't move, doesn't dare breathe in case they catch him. "Fang is my family. Ivan was my family." Izzy bites his bottom lip.

Summary: Izzy gets frustrated with Edward's inaction when it comes to killing Stede Bonnet after a fortnight on the Revenge. He decides to seduce him, and may just find somethings out about himself along the way.

Excerpt: Izzy's eye twitches because the man does have a point. He's not sure how much time he's wasted beating around the bush, and the last thing he needs is for Edward to find him here, stripping his clothes off. "Fine." Izzy shrugs, picking his vest back up and sliding it on. He buttons it, and then ties his cravat, smoothing the fabric. "I'll have to find a more appropriate time then."

Summary: Stede and Izzy hate fucking. That's it.

Excerpt: He pushes himself up, ignoring the way his joints ache, and leans in, licks a long stripe up the side of Stede's face, gathering the sweat that's gathered there. He can taste the salt on his tongue, the remnants of the sea breeze, and it's almost as good as the way Stede's body shudders, his mouth falling open. Izzy's hand grips his chin, holds his jaw, and he licks into Stede's mouth, sharing the taste. "I hate you." He says when they part. He's still not sure if that's the right thing to say, even after all this time. "I know." Stede replies. He smiles, his teeth pink with Izzy's blood, and it's a sweet smile. It's not the smile Izzy hates, the one that's too knowing, too self-assured. It's the one that's only for him, the one that makes him feel like he's not just a toy. Like these encounters mean something.

Summary: Jim stumbles into a confessional booth intent on finding absolution. They find Oluwande, hiding from his father, and decide to make the best out of a weird situation.

Excerpt: "You're an idiot."

"Probably, yeah," The man replies. He doesn't look away, and his cheeks are reddening as he stares, transfixed, at the patch of skin Jim is showing. "I'm Olu, by the way. Oluwande. Boodhari."

"Jim." Jim says, shifting from foot to foot, the hem of their shirt lowering once more. The action breaks Olu's gaze and his eyes shoot back up to meet theirs.

"Just Jim? That's not really a proper name for a girl, is it?"

Summary: It's a tale as old as time itself: a dying marriage, a hot coworker, a quick bathroom fuck, the mortifying ordeal of cheating on your spouse (and not feeling guilty about it in the slightest) OR Ed brings Izzy to a work event and gives him free rein to do whatever he wants. What he does is...well, Stede.

Excerpt: "Right." Izzy whispers. He swears the room is getting smaller and smaller, and Stede is getting bigger and bigger, until all he can see is the man and all he can smell is his cologne and all he can think about is the heat radiating from his skin. "No one is coming."

"No one..." Stede somehow manages to get even closer, his lips hovering near Izzy's, and they're breathing the same air. "...is coming."

Summary: Izzy Hands is fairly certain the flower shop across from his tattoo parlour is a money laundering front. There’s hardly any customers, and the owner, a flamboyant man named Stede, seems to have a very laissez faire approach to running a business, allowing his employees to lurk about Izzy’s shop instead of attending to their own affairs. Izzy gets caught up in untangling the mystery and ends up getting caught in the man himself along the way.

Excerpt: "And none of you wondered where the money came from?" Mary asks, shaking her head. "To rebuild an entire lot from the ground up? He could have been a drug lord or a pimp or..."

"Iz has been wondering enough for all of us." Frenchie says, coming to a stop in front of Izzy. He scowls and the man offers him a bright smile in response. "I'm sure he was just waiting for the right moment to ask."

"Shut the fuck up." Izzy bites out and Frenchie snorts.

Summary: In a world where soulmates feel one another’s pain, Stede Bonnet has been aware of his from the tender age of fifteen.

In a world where soulmates feel one another’s pain, Izzy Hands is fairly certain he doesn’t have a soulmate.

They meet by chance, and Izzy, who's been enduring without a soulmate for all this time, has to figure out how to navigate a world where he suddenly has one and Stede, who's been dreaming about his soulmate since he was fifteen, has to figure out how navigate a world where his soulmate doesn't seem to want him.

Things get worse before they get better.

Excerpt: "Oh." Stede breathes. Izzy is frozen. The wind has died down. Everything comes to a standstill. It's as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for something. Stede's lips twitch. "It's you."

"No." Izzy replies, the word tasting sour on his tongue. "It absolutely is not me." He spits again, for good measure.

late night aboard the Red Flag

Summary: Olu stumbles on a moping Stede. Both of them missing the ones they love most, they find comfort in each other.

Excerpt: "Olu..." Stede's voice has taken on a strange cadence, and he's leaning closer. Oluwande makes a sound deep in his throat to show he's listening. "Would you...kiss me?"

Olu blinks.

It's not what he was expecting Stede to say, but then, the night has taken a surprising turn. He looks at Stede. The moonlight from the small window reflects in his eyes, making them glow. They're wide, trusting.

Literally written in an hour for fun as a result of some discourse on the bird app

Summary: Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach are planning their wedding! They're both so excited! The venue is booked, the vendors are paid, the invitations have all gone out. It is going to be a momentous occasion. There's just one pesky little issue™. Stede Bonnet is already married. And his husband of ten years, Izzy Hands, can hold a mean grudge.

Excerpt: "Is there any reason you can't get a marriage licence?" There was a brief pause and Ed heard a muffled curse. It sounded as though Stede had covered the mouthpiece to talk to someone else.

"No reason that comes to mind." Stede's voice was a bit clearer when he came back, if slightly shaky.

(I’ve been noodling on this for about two weeks. Walk with me)

In a world where soulmates feel one another’s pain, Stede Bonnet has been aware of his from the tender age of twelve. He feels his soulmate’s hunger pangs. He feels claps behind the head from phantom hands. He feels a gnawing loneliness that threatens to devour him whole.

He wants, more than anything to make life better for this nameless, faceless individual that fate has seen fit to pair him with. So he works hard. He tries to please his father and his peers. He does everything he can to avoid making the person on the other end of his heart hurt.

He wonders if his soulmate is like him, if they can feel Stede, and is trying their hardest to shield him from their own troubles. Wonders if they know it isn't working.

*•*•*•*•*

In a world where soulmates feel one another’s pain, Izzy Hands is fairly certain he doesn’t have a soulmate. The only physical sensations he ever feels are his own, and they don't seem any different than the average man.

He feels his usual sense of inadequacy, his run of the mill disappointment, his daily dose of self-loathing. It's a bitterness on the tongue, an ache in the stomach, a hollowness in the chest. He feels his own pain and nothing else, and that's how it always has been.

He has no desire for a soulmate anyway. Someone bound by God to love you, no matter what? That's just pathetic.

And it's not like he'd make a very good one, even if he had one.

What do we think? Has this been done before? I honestly can recall ever seeing it :) lmk !!