#pyratezlife: frenchie

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@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.....?"

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As Izzy shifted him in his lap, Frenchie put the arm that wasn't rested against the mans abdomen, hand against his chest, around him. Needing to hold on tight to the other in fear that, if he were to let go, he would lose himself completely in his mind. Lost within the thoughts of his mother being killed before him. In the guilt that he couldn't stop her life being torn from her. Murmuring to himself in his native tongue as he continued to sob into Izzy's shoulder. Words fragmented, shaking and mumbled.

"Je n'ai p-as pu te s-sauver.... Ils me l'ont enlevée... j-je suis t-tellement désolé... mère.... m-mère... m-mère... Je s-suis vraiment désolé, maman... maman...."

Frenchie's words broke completely and he began to sob even harder than before.

// translations (according to google translate) : Je n'ai pas pu te sauver - I couldn't save you. Ils me l'ont enlevée - they took her from me. je suis tellement désolé - I am so sorry. mère - mother. Je suis vraiment désolé, maman - I am so sorry, mom. //

Izzy shifted a bit so that they could both be more comfortable, feeling a bit out of place to be the one Frenchie cried to, but certainly not about to leave now. He all but settled Frenchie sideways in his lap, an arm slung round the other man's waist, the other hand running soothing circles across his back.

"Shh, shh, shh." Mindless little shushes and platitudes spilled from his mouth, hoping that if he kept talking it might pull Frenchie out of his own head, away from the thought of whatever was making him lose it. "Let it out French. I'm here. It'll be okay. Shh." He didn't consider himself good at comforting other people, but he did try his hardest.

[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.

[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.

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[petrifiedcrange]

Okay, but I really like the idea of Jim struggling with letting anyone other than Fang, Frenchie and Archie close to Izzy as he recovers post-S2, especially Ed

Not to mention they barely leave his side themselves, and don’t leave it at all until he wakes up

thank you @pyratezlife

[phoenixduelist]

At this point lock Ed and Rozy together in a room and wait who walks out

@pyratezlife Frenchie is that you? 🤣🤣🤣

[lorelodge]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ���ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℝ & 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕐 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊

bold what does apply to your muse, italicize what applies in sometimes / some verses, strike through what never applies & leave regular what's indifferent to your muse!

FRENCHIE

♡   SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

♡   GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit  

♡  DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn't date / dates casually

♡   ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant / disorganised

♡   SEXUAL INCLINATIONS:  sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

♡   LOVE LANGUAGES / STYLES: words of affirmation / quality time (receiving) / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch (giving) / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / physical / practical

♡   PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY:  holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner's hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner's hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading singing to your partner / being read sung to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

♡    KINKS & TURN ON'S:  dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex /  giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on their partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / piss kink / worshipping their partner / being worshipped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay  / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dymanics

Tagging: @indestructiblelittlefckr @pyratezlife @musecraft (izzy the freak hands) @reddhaed

[unicornondeck]

if we work together, we may turn this around. (Frenchie)

He absolutely knew he was right. It was truly the best option. Izzy sighed, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. He somewhat hesitated, his mind visibly scattered as of the past few days with everything that had occurred. There was a flicker of uncertainty displayed on his features. "For both our sakes, I hope you're fucking right on that," he answers after a short pause between them, breaking the silence with his words.

@pyratezlife

[guttersniper]

@pyratezlife

mutt's hand wipes against his cheek, bringing away the sweat that had slicked his skin, but leaving behind a streak of black from the gunpowder coating his hands. he doesn't pay that mind. he's always up to his ears in grit, and it isn't as if a smudge on his face sets him apart from everybody else.

he arrives at the galley, turning sideways to squeeze past pete and lucius as they go elsewhere to eat, side by side and taking up the entire hallway. (for what it's worth, they do greet him, even if they both express varying degrees of what the fuck at how easy he made that look.) he takes a biscuit and a handful of salted ham from the pickings, and drifts over to the action.

roach and jim and frenchie are playing a card game that the former two definitely understand, and that frenchie definitely doesn't. (although, peeking at his hand, mutt notices he's still winning.) he sits down, knees pressed together and his shoulders in so tight that he isn't touching either man on both sides.

he surreptiously nudges roach. his eyes flick to the card he suggests be put down, and his chin barely twitches to the growing pile in the middle.

[vocesincaput]

❛  i could’ve protected you if only you’d let me !  ❜ (izzy to frenchie)

🐝  *  ―  𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐈  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃. [x]

Frenchie glanced at Izzy but didn't meet his eye. Keeping his own low. He knew that the other man could have protected him but he also didn't want to need to be protected all the time. He was supposed to be a pirate. A pirate should be able to handle himself and he'd not been doing too badly.

The bard had gotten quite good with his claws during Blackbeard's reign on the ship. He thought he'd been doing alright and he'd shrugged off Izzy's help. Moved away from him during the raid and tried taking on someone who turned out to be a fair bit more capable than him.

"It's fine." Frenchie mumbled as he looked down at the bandages wrapped tightly around his shoulder and chest. He'd taken several slices across it before his arm had been twisted around and his shoulder dislocated.

[vocesincaput]

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜ (izzy to frenchie!)

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Frenchie stopped in his tracks, looking to Izzy then to where he had been heading and then back to the older man.

"I was... going to do that job you told me to do earlier?" He replied, a little confused. "Up on deck... You didn't have something else for me to do, did you?"

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'hey, keep your chin up.' (jim to frenchie!)

'i love you' prompts

Frenchie didn't say anything in response to Jim's attempt at reassurance. Nothing was going to make him feel better.

Not until Izzy was back.

Jim was the only one on the crew that knew about the two of them, so Frenchie didn't mind being a little more obvious with how he was feeling around the other.

He had been sat on the barrel, watching the docks and nervously awaiting Izzy's return. The first mate was meant to have returned the previous day and dread was filling Frenchie and telling him that something had gone wrong. He hadn't been able to sleep at all in the night and he felt as if he hadn't slept at all for days.

He nervously picked at the cuff on his jacket as he tried to keep himself as contained and restrained in his worry as was possible. Frenchie didn't need the eyes of the crew watching him and knowing about why he was so worried.

"What if he doesn't come back....?"

[vocesincaput]

❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜ - jim to frenchie or izzy regarding their relationship :3

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

"I 'ave no idea what you're talkin' about." Frenchie answered probably a little too quickly when Jim asked him. He shifted on his feet, adjusting his standing before rubbing and scratching at the back of his neck. Looking anywhere but the other for several moments.

"What element would that be? On the ship? I'm doin' alright in that regard, I think. Tryin' to learn to fight an' everything. Writing new songs a lot too, maybe that's what you meant."

He knew he was putting up a really bad attempt at covering for himself. It was always the same, he would stumble over his words and talk far too much. Just like he was at that moment. And it was always obvious whenever Frenchie would realise that the jig was up as he would fall quiet just as quickly.

Just as he had now. He looked at Jim and swallowed down hard.

"Please don't say anything...."

[vocesincaput]

🎲 (do i even have to say who this is for?)

kiss roulette

6) A gentle peck.

It was getting late in the night and all the rest of the crew had long since headed below deck to their bunks. The only two that remained on deck were Frenchie & Izzy. The two men were side by side against the side of the ship, Frenchie with his arms resting upon the wooden railing. Occasionally looking out over the calm waters of the ocean.

The conversation had flitted between various different topics throughout the several hours they had been talking and Frenchie couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as he listened to Izzy recount an old story. As he watched the man talk, he found himself taking note of each and every one of the older mans features. Admiring every detail.

He inhaled as Izzy looked at him and Frenchie realised just how close they were. The taller of the two swallowed as the moonlight broke through the clouds and highlighted Izzy's face in a way that made Frenchie forget about everything else.

Before he realised what he was doing, he was leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Izzy's lips.

It only lasted a moment before Frenchie's eyes flashed open as he realised just what he had done.

Oh no.

Oh shit...

Quickly pulled back, Frenchie stared at Izzy with eyes open as wide as was possible. Panic coursing through him. What was he thinking? Maybe he should just throw himself over the side of the boat and save himself from any of the repercussions that would surely be coming his way.

The seconds seem to stretch on for hours before Frenchie was finally able to move himself and he stumbled back and away from the side and Izzy. Attempting to mumble multiple different apologies as he turned a little too quickly and almost fell over. Scrambling to leave and go hide in the deepest, darkest part of the ship that was the furthest away from where he was right then.

He was so dead....

[vocesincaput]

" i stayed. " - izzy to frenchie

the receiver has told the sender that they haven't slept for several days due to intense nightmares, and asks them to stay the night so that they might be able to sleep. send in " i stayed. " for the receiver to waken the next morning and find the sender to still be sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept. [x]

Frenchie wasn't entirely sure what had possessed him to tell Izzy about the nightmares he'd been having. If he hadn't been so tired, he might have been able to come up with a better excuse. But he had been caught practically passing out on deck and there had been no alternative but to tell the truth.

No matter how embarrassed he felt about the thought of telling the rest of the crew, there was something about telling Izzy of all people that felt... alright. Frenchie had felt comfortable telling the older man about how he hadn't slept in days because he was afraid of what he was going to experience when he closed his eyes.

Despite not wanting to sleep at all, when it became clear he wouldn't be given the choice, Frenchie had asked Izzy if he wouldn't mind staying for a bit after he fell asleep. Just in case he woke suddenly or something worse happened.

Having the man beside his him when he settled down in his hammock had made Frenchie calmer than he had anticipated and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

Frenchie slept through the entire night, stirring several times throughout with a furrow upon his brow. A distressed look crossing his features several times. But, despite these moments, it was still a lot better than the experiences he had had the previous nights.

The morning came and Frenchie stirred in his hammock, stretching and scratching his exposed stomach with a sigh before slowly opening his eyes. He rubbed them with the back of a hand, blinking a few times to focus before realising that Izzy was still beside his hammock. Having stayed the entire night instead of just for a while.

"Wha... you stayed....?"

[vocesincaput]

❛  i’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me this whole time.  ❜ (for frenchie!)

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

Frenchie had been sat upon a barrel on deck, tuning his lute when his eyes had drifted over to where Izzy had been talking to some of the others. His fingers continued to work on the strings as he watched but after a short while they were barely moving or doing anything at all.

He had no idea what the older man was saying and he wouldn't be able to explain why he was watching him either. Frenchie had found himself watching Izzy multiple times recently, catching himself before anyone noticed.

This time though, Izzy turned around and looked in his direction, causing Frenchie to almost fall off of the barrel. He managed to catch himself before he fell to the ground and immediately tried his best to seem completely absorbed in tuning his lute. Even though he could hear footsteps approaching.

Shit, shit, shit....

"Hmm?" Frenchie asked, a little too quickly and a little high pitched in response to Izzys question.

"Staring? Me? Nah.... I don't stare. Not ever. Nope, not my kind of thing. Just been sat 'ere tuning this ol' thing...."