#pyratezlife; frenchie

[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.

[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.....?"

[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

[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 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 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

[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.

[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

[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.

[vocesincaput]

'don't talk about yourself like that.' frenchie to izzy!

'i love you' prompts

"And why the fuck not?!" Izzy asked, snapping more than he knew he should have as he turned around to face Frenchie.

"Look at me!" He shouted, arms out wide whilst he leant heavily on the mop he was using as a crutch. Hair hanging down before his eyes. "I will talk about myself however I fucking like. You'd do better to stay away from a useless old excuse for a pirate like me. I'm just dead fucking weight now French. Only a matter of bloody time before I'm tossed over board to save on fucking supplies. Fuck, I should probably save you all the fucking hassle and do it myself!"

[avastyetwats]

'Let's build a snowman!' (frenchie for izzy - he'll order him as captain if he has to XD)

@pyratezlife

The second they saw white in the distance, Frenchie was practically bouncing with excitement. The weather had grown colder during the past few days, with some snow falling from dark clouds, but none that ever really stuck to the ship until this morning. Now even more since they arrived at their destination, intending to make port in order to stock up on supplies and consumables for the winter months. But upon reaching the snow covered terrain, Frenchie suggested they... build a snowman. Jim and Archie didn't even waste time because there they went making large piles of snow while Olu set off to find anything they could use for the arms or eyes or whatever else they needed and wanted.

And Izzy? Well, Izzy just stood there. Edward never really cared for the cold or the snow, so it either could be avoided, he would see to that. If they had no choice? Well, snowball fights were about the only activity with snow he cared to participate in. That and target practice where his crew couldn't throw any back, they just had to stand there and take it. Though, he often found snowball wars disappointing due to the fact that it didn't really hurt... there was no challenge. Hitting someone in the back of the head with a snowball wasn't near as fun as using a coconut. Stupid fuckin' coconut wars, Izzy thinks. He only ever did them either because Edward ordered him to or... well, they made him happy. But never again.

But this. Building a snowman? Was far different. Not necessarily in a bad way, but just... new to the First Mate. He was curious, though. Interested, even, especially because of how excited his boyfriend was about it. Not just Captain, but boyfriend. He wouldn't dare disobey his Captain's orders and he wouldn't dare refuse the man he loved. Not when he was wearing such a radiant smile.

However, as his First Mate, there were times he did need to remind him of the task at hand. It wasn't easy breaking from his First Mate mode. "We can't forget the reason we're here. Supplies during the cold months are not as easy to come by." But then he pauses and looks around before smiling. "So if we don't spend too long here, we should make do just fine." Then he looks back at Frenchie, grinning. "Is that an order from my Captain or a request from my boyfriend?"

[vocesincaput]

PAT PAT PAT (frenchie to izzy :3)

Send "PAT PAT PAT" to pat my muse on the head

Things had... changed. Between him and Frenchie. More than Izzy could have ever anticipated. Despite his feelings he had been holding for the other, he never anticipated anything ever coming of them. Had never anticipated that the younger man would ever feel anything similar to the say way he did.

But how wrong he had been.

It was still difficult for him to believe that Frenchie would be into someone like him. He couldn't understand why and he didn't think he ever would.

So if you'd said to him when he had first met the crew of the Revenge that he would sat around, talking and laughing with them all, he would told go straight to fucking Hell.

But that was exactly what he was doing. Sat at Frenchies side and enjoying the company of those he had first practically hated. Those who had welcomed him into their family. It was something he had never imagined he would get to experience and still didn't quite think he deserved.

They were all in the middle of recounting a story when Frenchie had said something about Izzy and patted him on the top of his head. The older man stilled instantly, jaw automatically tightening.

"Don't. Do that. Again."

[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]

❛  i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior.   ❜ (frenchie to izzy)

🐝  *  ―  𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. [x]

"Fuck off," Izzy grumbled with a roll of his eyes as he looked at the small box he had given to Frenchie. "And don't you dare go around saying that to the rest of the crew. I'd never hear the fucking end of it."

The first mate still hated the thought of anyone thinking of him as a softie, but it had lessened ever since he and Frenchie had properly become a thing. Izzy couldn't explain it but he wanted to make the younger man happy. Wanted to make him smile. So when he'd seen the small box of confectionary in the market earlier that day, he had waited until all the others had left before slipping back to purchase them.

"Seller said they were French. Don't know if it's true, but..." He shrugged slightly, picking at a thread that was coming out of the stitching in his glove.

[vocesincaput]

“ people will talk if you continue. ” (frenchie to izzy!)

** secret love sentence starters.

"I don't see you complaining," Izzy replied as he ran his lips along Frenchie's jawline. The first mate had checked to make sure that the coast was clear before drawing the younger man down into the hold where they now found themselves. He had Frenchie backed up between some crates, body pressed against him as he kissed along his jaw.

Izzy knew the other was right though. He'd found himself seeking out Frenchie's company more and more as the time went on. Things becoming more and more dangerous as Ed became more and more reckless. He knew he should draw back and away from the other. Not seek out his comfort and relief as much as he did. But with everything he was enduring at the hands of Ed to stop it from happening to all the others, he couldn't help himself.

He knew there was more there for him. That something else was building inside him that he had never intended. A care for the bard, a need and want to make sure he was safe. That Ed never got near him.

"I can stop if you want me to....."

[vocesincaput]

“ don’t you think you were a little too convincing ? ” (frenchie to izzy, a lil sour izzy was mean to him on deck XD)

** secret love sentence starters.

"What was I supposed to fucking do? Be all nice and kind and fucking gentle?" Izzy replied, a little more harshly than he knew he should have been. Frenchie hadn't done anything. It wasn't the bards fault that Izzy was in a foul mood.

"Just forget about it," Izzy added before breathing in deeply and heading away from the other. Clenching his teeth together hard to stop any audible sounds of pain. Though it was already clear on his features if anyone had been in front of him.

Hobbling with each step, despite his best effort.