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Never mind the short, sharp squawk of indignant outrage and scandal.

Suddenly ass over tit over Stede’s shoulder (when the fuck did he get strong!? Has he always been strong!?!) Izzy flails before realising a struggle might mean falling.

It is for that reason and that reason alone he curls up tightly and claps Stede heavily between his shoulder blades.

“PUT ME DOWN YOU FUCKING LUNATIC!”

Edward had been fussing with the sheets and pillows, slunk off the robe he'd borrowed from Izzy to begin with, and had been hovering near the bed, sitting at the edge of it, watching with adoration as his two loves have their own little exchange. The noise that erupts from Izzy immediately brings Ed glee; he is literally giggling and kicking his feet.

As far as Stede's strength goes, Edward's certainly admired the muscular arms and legs that surely had some strength to them since they'd first met, but his emerald seemingly has made him super-powered, able to lift men with ease and certainly even hold Ed down a few times. How could he not notice that? It's fucking sexy.

"Nice find, babe, but you should probably do as he says..." he hums, patting at the center of the bed, "Mm, right here'll do."

Stede wheezes and coughs at the hard collision of Izzy's hand between his shoulders, but his grip remains firm, curled around the backs of his thighs just under his ass, and over his knees. He beams at Ed, looking absolutely radiant where he's waiting at the edge of the bed, and takes three long strides before he unloads his armful onto the soft mattress.

"You asked me to take you to bed," he reminds Izzy as he stretches out on the mattress beside him. "You didn't specify how. It felt up to interpretation."

“And yet you chose violence,” he scowls, having landed with a soft loft and quickly scrabbled to right himself.

In hindsight, he isn’t sure what he was expecting.

(He hates that it was kind of nice.)

Izzy shoves out of his boots because he isn’t an animal and even he has standards about shoes in bed. He knows there’s no point in enlisting Ed against the mishandling because Ed will think it funny. Hell, if it hadn’t been him, Izzy would have also found it funny. Damn you.

Doesn’t stop him from shooting Stede a look as he lays down. Then to Ed for good measure.

“I’m already regretting this.”

"Typical." Ed replies, turning to crawl up the bed at Izzy’s other side. He's now delightfully sandwiched between Stede and Edward, the latter of which's arm is already draping over his torso.

"Wouldn't be the same if you didn't put up a fight." he teases, then nuzzles his face right against Izzy’s in the most obnoxious way he can muster. This is it. This is what you get. There's no turning back, now. And Ed's clawed toes (well overdue for a trim) are cold as ice as they press against Izzy’s.

Stede's already pressing in close on the other side, shedding his dressing gown in favor of sliding under the sheets and settling back against the stacks of fluffy pillows. He grimaces when Izzy lets out a shriek, no doubt due to Ed's infamously icy feet.

"Mmm, just get comfortable," he agrees, winding an arm around Izzy's middle, his chin settling near his shoulder but not resting on it. "You're warm," he sighs, letting himself relax into the mattress. "Ed, he's so warm."

Sufficiently trapped and very unsure how he feels about it, Izzy contemplates wriggling out of tender grips and icy feet attacks alike.

This is.. a lot. So much. Too much, maybe, now he’s here.

But he is here and deep down he wants to be here. He wants affection, he wants doting attention, he wants to be fucking loved.

And so he settles, even winced against Ed’s sharp fucking demon feet. A bit longer and he’ll give up with Ed’s hair in his face and everything.

“Chuck me over your shoulder again and you’ll find out just how warm I can be,” Izzy warns but sounds suspiciously like he welcomes the challenge. He runs hot these days, though it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. Can’t really feel it like that now.

“You too,” he murmurs to Ed without any heat at all. “You’re colder’n a witch’s tit. What’s the matter with you?”

It's a shriek that only brings more delight to Ed, causing him to annoyingly squirm closer until he's practically draped atop Izzy. He is warm. It must be the ruby lodged in his chest, he thinks, having been scorched by Izzy’s flames before. Similarly, Edward can blame his own stone for his temperature, most days.

"It's my Sapphire..." he mutters quietly, "But don't worry, I don't feel a chill." he smirks. Because yes, Edward, everyone here is worried about your comfort.

"You'll warm me up, anyway. S'nice."

"Mmm, I'm certain I will," Stede agrees, unbothered by the threat. One of his arms worms its way behind Izzy's head, beneath the pillow, so his hand can curl around the back of Ed's neck. This way, they're all touching each other somehow, and it's indescribably lovely to feel the cautious, tender blossom of Synchrony that spreads across his skin. It's a new strain, different from what he feels with either of them individually, but even more wonderful for that fact.

"Just wait until you wake up in the middle of the night, and he's sweating all over you," Stede chuckles, his fingertips scrabbling playfully in the hair at the nape of Ed's neck.

"Might do it on purpose," Izzy agrees. His raised hackles aren't really called for, but call it reflex. This is a wholly unfamiliar circumstance.

And now, apparently, the beginning of a new normal. Wild thought, that.

He takes a breath and forces himself to give in. To relax and simmer in the same synchrony as the other two. He can feel Stede more than he can Ed, but the fact he can feel Edward at all means hope. It means they might not be entirely broken beyond help. Something he thought may be the case.

Sleep doesn't feel likely, at least not for some time, but he will certainly lay there listening to the other two.

Someone should be on watch, anyway.

"Mhm. Delicious." he teases back, Stede's fingers in his hair bringing a fresh burst of Synchrony from his Sapphire.

Sleep is questionable for Ed as well, but where his head rests he can hear Izzy’s heartbeat, and it lulls him into a tired comfort. He's terribly happy, he thinks, even with the buzz between them so small. It's there, and he will do whatever it takes to feel it fully again.

Stede's had a long few days with very little quality sleep under his belt. Now, however, he feels himself beginning to drift off as soon as they're all settled in, one arm curled loosely around Izzy's waist. Before long, he's fast asleep, breathing slow and warm and even into the crook of Izzy's neck.

His dreams are blissfully vague and muzzy, all warm skin and soft kisses and promises made. As usual, Stede sleeps like a rock, all but dead to the world.

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