#pyratezlife / izzy

[vocesincaput]

@pyratezlife continued from [x]

Frenchie had been inconsolable at Izzy's side, trying anything he could to talk to the man he loved. Trying to will him to stay awake and with him. That he needed him. When the first mate had closed his eyes, hand falling from his cheek, Frenchie had cried out and buried his face against Izzy's chest. Sobbing uncontrollably.

He didn't know whether it was seconds, minutes or more before he was being pulled back and away from Izzy and he tried desperately to cling on to him. But Auntie forced her way through as several of the others wrapped their arms around Frenchie. Comforting and holding him back as Auntie pulled something out of a pouch and worked on Izzy's wound.

Everything that had happened next had been a blur to Frenchie. He knew people spoke to him, could hear their voices in the distance but nothing reached his ears. He felt numb all over. Nothing was right. Nothing could be, not with Izzy like this. not when he could still lose him.

Izzy had been moved into the Captains quarters and onto Stede (and Ed's) bunk, both men insisting that he had the best place possible to hopefully recover. No one had even tried to get Frenchie to leave him.

The sofa had been pulled to the bedside for Frenchie to use and the bard had taken Izzy's hand in his and refusing to let go.

When Izzy awoke, Frenchie was practically wrapped around his arm with his head on his shoulder. Having cried himself to sleep.

The moment the hoarse voice spoke, Frenchie opened his eyes. Blinking and rubbing away dried tears from tearstained cheeks as he raised his head. The moment he saw Izzy's eyes, he practically jumped off of the sofa and to his feet. Hovering over him. Breath caught within his lungs and heart stilled in anticipation and hope.

"Iz.....?"

[tatteredxsails]

@pyratezlife liked for a starter

Iraia shared Edward's habit of going up when she was upset. She sat on one of the tops, feeling the almost dizzying sway of the ship beneath her. She kept her back up against the mast itself for an increased sense of stability. Sometimes, she wondered if her kōkara did this for the same reason that she did. There would be a moment where the ship would rise and roll with a wave, and it would seem like the whole thing was about to tip into the water. It was only an illusion born from the height of the mast and the openness of the top, but it made her heart jump up into her mouth all the same. The rush of adrenaline allowed her to feel something other than the storm in her head.

Her head was still spinning when she realized that she wasn't alone on the top anymore. She automatically scooted to the side, reaching out for a piece of rope as she made room for her pa.

[krakensmaw]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, choking his lungs and clinging to worn leather. gun in their left hand, his right curled about the hilt of a blade still bloodied from its latest VICTIM. three more flintlock pistols sat strapped to his chest, and another at each hip. battling crewmembers parted like the sea before their approach, striding the deck with the thunk of heavy soles. ears ringing. the crack of a whip drew him in like a WHIRLPOOL.

it was a rare occurrence : for two crews to board the same vessel in their attempts to raid. there was a time blackbeard would simply have had an opposing crew slaughtered, along with the mark's. but this was edward, and this crew was special.

thunk, thunk. the crack of his pistol rang off the wood about them as he shot the navy man going toe to toe with CALICO JACK. one bullet through the skull. he dropped, bringing them face to face. ❛ hey, jack. i heard you were dead. ❜ an attempt at nonchalance even as those big brown eyes grew wet with tears. they blinked them away, stubborn. hadn't even realized he was still holding jack at the barrel of that damned pistol. not 'til the sun glinted off ed's ENGAGEMENT RING : a pretty thing. enormous, golden with diamonds and a sharp edged amethyst. it sat snug in the place where jack's ring once did.

@pyratezlife / jack & whomever else.

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

@pyratezlife plotted kissing starter

Everything is almost ready, there is no going back now. And there shouldn't be. Hornigold had hurt them enough, he was a horrible Captain. And everything would change tomorrow for Ed's life too, if everything went according to plan, Ed would become Captain. Or none of this would work, half the crew would change their minds and Hornigold would kill them all, or well, him and Izzy... and that asshole did not lack imagination.

If he didn't know Izzy's footsteps, he would have been startled, he was already on edge. But he knows Izzy well enough by now, so he barely turns his head ❝ Hey. ❞ Ed takes a sip of his rum and hands the bottle to Izzy ❝ You sure you wanna do this tomorrow? Could go... very wrong. ❞

[avastyetwats]

Plotted starter for @pyratezlife

He was exhausted.

Their last raid had been a success, though it had taken some time to go through everything they secured, but it had finally gotten done. He did hate that he couldn't move as fast as he used to for obvious reasons, but he didn't let it stop him. He didn't let it take away from his responsibilities as First Mate to the Captain(s), but he did, however, get better about accepting help when it was offered. Not just because it did make things easier, but because they were a crew. A family. And now more than he ever did, Izzy knew what that meant.

Fuckin' Stede Bonnet. He curses, though there's a fond smile on his face thinking about him and what he brought, not only to Izzy's life, but to the entire crew's. Izzy never thought he'd respect Stede fuckin' Bonnet of all people, but he did. He was thankful for the bastard and he was getting better about not showing it just for him, but for the entire crew as well.

After all, they saved his life. More than once, the fuckin' twats. Again, he thinks it with a fondness. With gratitude.

With love.

He really was going fucking soft, wasn't he? It was almost maddening.

Emerging from the cabin, he's greeted with warm sunlight that has Izzy smiling, standing there for a moment to soak it in. And then he hears it.

Music.

It's quiet and calming and familiar and after a few moments of standing there, listening to it while standing in the warm sun, he makes his way to the man that's sat against the side of the ship, fingers gently thrumming against the strings, creating such pleasant and calming sounds that Izzy has grown to love more and more each time he heard it. Ever since the night of Calypso's birthday, really. When Frenchie was kind enough to play for Izzy while he sang for the crew.

A night he would remember forever.

He stands and listens to Frenchie play for a few seconds again and only when Frenchie stops does Izzy speak. "Never did ask you how long you've been playing that for." He's genuinely interested in knowing, making an effort to know more about his crew, about his family that he's grown close to. Especially Frenchie whom Izzy has taken a strong liking to recently, a growing admiration and interest, but it isn't something he's made known... for reasons. "Don't think I even ever thanked you for playing for me that night." He leans against a nearby barrel, small circular wooden object in one hand and a knife in the other, digging the tip of the knife into the center before he turns it over and starts to whittle away.

[petrifiedcrange]

Don't mind me, just the idea that Ed is in love with Stede's curls while Stede himself can't get enough of touching, stroking, tugging, messing up Izzy's hair is a bit funny to me, I don’t know

[phoenixduelist]

@pyratezlife

Pest dutifully sat at the tiny desk of the sickbay every night, not even showing the slightest signs of discomfort despite his age. He was usually buried in his notebook, always finding something to correct in the dim candlelight. The faint noise coming from the injured man startled him near straight into afterlife; it was Viola who sewn the rupture of the organ, how did something- It took a while to register that he was actually speaking in his sleep, not dying.

A weary hand dragged down the doctor's face as he listened...and his heart broke at the realization. His son would've been around the same age as Izzy, if not for the war. If not for- He couldn't be there for him long enough. But the swordsman survived against all odds. Pest shook Márta awake to take over the watch for a few minutes while he has a brief conversation with Rozália. Knowing that poor child, she was definitely still awake.

In the morning Vitéz was already near the door, a little anxious but who was he to not rise to the call?

“Hope you're feeling a little better than before” he started casually, not quite sure how to approach the subject just yet “Pest said you can now eat lighter meals, do you have a favorite Béla can make for you Mr Hands- may I call you Izzy?” He sat down the other bed, the space enough to hopefully not spook the injured man

“Thought you might be lonely with Pest only understanding English” said doctor waved good morning with a happy smile “and the Captain running around like a headless chicken nowadays.” the small smile emphasized the lines of his face, blond hair glinting with plenty of silver in the sunlight from the small window “I'm Vitéz. I was in the army, just like many others here”

[izzyeffinhands]

🎲 (your choice!!)

2. A kiss on the nose

“ You’ve gotta stop wiggling your nose if you want me to contour it properly, love. “ Izzy said firmly and teasingly to Jim as he held a brush in his hand and they sat in his quarters. Izzy had.. found himself again. He found that little boy in the brothel that drew all day long once again and drag helped him express that artistry once more. Not that he wasn’t still an artist. Where did they think Ed’s tattoos came from? A bloody shop by the sea? Fuck no. Ed had trusted his skin only to him, something he could still bond with him over to this day. After all, where did the others think the x came from? And the swallow on his throat when he hit the 5,000 nautical miles? That was Edward’s own hand.

Drag night had simply become a weekly tradition on this safe space ship. And though Jim was stunning that night he sang for the crew the first time, they still had insisted on being painted to the gods by Izzy. He had a talent for it, and thanks to his drag mother, Calypso, he’d only become more sensational at it. Hell, he was painting up most of the crew now.

He laughed softly. A rare thing from him, but he trusted Jim. Jim was the one that reached out and protected him when Ed lost his fucking mind. Fang did too, but even when he’d first met the crew of The Revenge, Jim was the only capable pirate. He could have actual conversations with them, and Jim didn’t seem to mind when he needed a good cry in private either. He was laughing because they’d wiggled their nose again, and Izzy was shaking his head.

“ You’ll get used to it.. the tickle of the brush. But you’re fucking up my lines, darling. “ And with that, he leaned forward and softly kissed the tip of their nose.

@pyratezlife

[seafavoured]

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ @pyratezlife / izzy.

𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓, 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐗𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 & 𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅. nose crinkled and a palm scrubbed back and forth through his hair : an anxious little tick that he'd never be rid of. ❛ keepin' tabs are you, mr. hands? ❜ lips spread their way to a wry grin as he leaned, shoulders hunched, as if stubborn to make himself smaller than he was ; a veritable hulk of a man, tucked away in this corner table.

❛ bit rich, coming from you though. reckon that's a bit of a pot, kettle situation. ❜ billy didn't TEASE often these days. barely had the chance to relax, let alone time to make jokes. but something about israel hands, uptight as he was, put him at ease ... perhaps it was the knowledge that there was somebody else in this fuckin' place who knew what they were doing.

❛ speaking of. why the fuck are you over here with me, and not drinking with your crew? ❜

[unrely]

@pyratezlife sent:

[ knowing ] sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go

Stede knows he really should be more concerned when there's a clashing noise up ahead of them. They've only just finished the raid, there could be more guards down here, and it's only himself and Izzy present at the moment. But his attention only turns to that for the briefest of moments, because -

Well, because Izzy has grabbed his hand. Startled, really, and almost like it was instictive, reached out to snatch him, probably so he can pull him out of the way of danger, if need be. Stede finds himself feeling flustered over how well Izzy recognized where his hand was in space without looking, how firm his hold is. His sword is in his gloved hand, which means his bare skin - warm, rough - is touching Stede's own.

There's another, softer, clatter and a cat hops out of one of the rooms. Harmless. Izzy's grip relaxes.

And then the first mate urges him forward. Still holding his hand. Stede does something he is not usually very good at and keeps his mouth shut.

They go through the whole ship, Stede trailing slightly behind Izzy, doing his best to stay close enough that Izzy does not tug on his hand and thereby realize that he has not let it go. Room after room and Stede is uncharacteristically quiet. The touch makes him feel warm in his chest and he doesn't want it to end, doesn't want to distract Izzy and make him notice.

But it does have to end - all things do. Izzy reaches for the handle to a door, his primary hand busy with his sword. He tugs both their hands forward, looks at them as he is halted in the movement. Stede watches Izzy realize that he never remembered to let go.

" . . . I'll get it, " Stede says softly, reaching out. With his left hand. The one that isn't holding Izzy's. He opens the door and steps back, not letting go himself. He refuses to be the first to do so.

[actofgrxce]

'try not to die while i’m gone. ’ (izzy)

"Mm." Ed lofts a middle finger at Izzy, and winks. "Yes, mum."

[vocesincaput]

🎲 (my jim, your izzy - i have no hesitations XD)

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear. 12. A kiss along the collar bone

When he had first boarded the Revenge and met them, Izzy would have never imagined this would be how the two of them would end up. They had hated him, he was sure of it. The whole crew had. They had had every right to. Even Izzy could admit he had been an asshole.

But here they still were....

Tangled up in the small bed together. The rising sun slowly beginning to beam in through the open window. Blanket barely covering them, having been almost completely kicked off during the night due to the overwhelming heat.

Izzy's chest was rising and falling slowly as he lay looking up at the ceiling. Contemplating how they had gotten to that point. A half sleepy, half contented smile upon his lips as he turned his head and looked at a sleeping Jim beside him. The corners of his lips twitched up a little further as he looked at them, hand reaching up to brush ever so lightly against their cheek. Surprising himself with the gentle touch.

He couldn't get over how they looked in their sleep. It made something swell within Izzy's chest that he tried to force down but it refused. There had always been something about Jim that he hadn't been able to put his finger on. That feeling had developed into something Izzy hadn't wanted to admit to, couldn't admit to. Not with all the things he had been going through.

But now... now, after they had found each other.... things were different...

Memories of the previous night came floating back to Izzy and his smile grew even more. He then surprised himself again as he shifted onto his side carefully and leant in to kiss Jim's jaw. Slowly shifting his lips to below their ear, their neck until they began to shift over the others collarbone. Hand finding its way to the others hip as he continued. Moustache brushing against their skin with each slow and languid kiss.

Things had definitely changed.

[unicornondeck]

would you tell me what's wrong? (silver)

As Silver's gaze met his, Izzy's lips straightened into a line. When questioned about his state, he offered only a shrug in reply. His silence spoke louder than words. He avoided direct eye contact initially, opting to mess around with the handle on the drink as he tried to come up with a plan. The scent of alcohol lingered around him and added to the credibility of the few empty glasses by him.

His shoulders were tense against the back of the chair, both legs on top of the table beside the adjacent glasses. He was silent, clearly wrestling with something internally. He knew he was not exactly hiding his feelings about the past few weeks but it was clearly about to boil over. "Nothing is wrong, why would anything be fucking wrong? Everything is fine."

@pyratezlife

[krakensmaw]

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐁𝐁 & 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖. it felt as though a new world had dawned, and yet ... some things would always come full circle. blackbeard and israel hands : they were synonymous, indivisible from one another, beyond heartbreak and death itself. a dark gaze surveyed him, softened at the edges where so oft it held the lines of hardship.

" mornin'. again, i s'pose. " drawled from a dry throat. sleep still clung to heavy lashes and the tip of his tongue. he leaned toward the parting waters, elbows resting atop the gunwale as black & silver caught in the breeze. A BEAT OF SILENCE ; how did it feel so comfortable, after all they had been through ( all edward had put them through )? " last night ... you looked you were wild, man. that's some voice you've got on you. "

@pyratezlife / starter call.

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

'take care of yourself for me, okay?' (my ed // your izzy)

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❝Fuck off, Ed.❞ Izzy murmured after a long moment of silence, not knowing how to respond to this. When did Ed care about Izzy? When did he bother thinking about Izzy taking care of himself? Izzy had no idea how to even do that. He took care of himself in a sense that... he stayed alive, healthy enough to fight. Nothing more. He only recently found out that there was even "more".

He took a swig of his rum ❝Can ya take care of yourself?❞ Or will you expect Bonnet to do it?

[avastyetwats]

🎲 (my frenchie // your izzy!)

37. A Kiss to the back of the neck (using a number generator)

It was late at night and both men were in bed, but still awake. They had managed to sneak away from the crew and into Izzy's room where they were given more privacy, more so because they never dared just barge in the First Mate's quarters lest they wanted to be met with anger and a possible sword pressed to their skin. The crew knew never to enter without permission, whether he was alone or not. Izzy Hands valued his privacy, now more than ever because of the other man laying with him in bed. Naked. Frenchie was laid on his stomach, with Izzy - also naked - laying partially on top of him, his hand splayed across his back, sliding down and up, while his lips pressed a kiss first to the back of his shoulder and now up to his neck. He loved feeling Frenchie's body vibrate from the little moans and hums of contentment and it only made Izzy kiss him all the more.

But then he hears footsteps outside of the door and Izzy growls against his lover's skin. "If those fuckin' twats are eavesdroppin' again, I'm goin' to be sure they feel my newly sharpened blade." An empty threat, of course, but he still had the power to scare them a little and he was sick of the crew spying on them just because they found his and Frenchie's relationship to be so surprising and precious. Some of the crew suspected they'd end up together, something about chemistry, but it didn't stop them from spying here, finding it fascinating that the Izzy Hands was so romantic and physically affectionate.

But also a beast in bed, as Frenchie very well knew.

The footsteps quiet and it lets Izzy's focus return to his boyfriend, continuing to pepper his skin with featherlight kisses, moving down to his back now, his hand having slide up his side and now moving down his arm, just wanting to love on him a little, whether it leads to anything more or not.