Frenchie x Izzy, Frenchie taking care of Izzy after the storm in 2x02 while Izzy doesn't feel like doing anything because now that he protected his crew (which is too little too late in his mind but at least Fang, Jim, Archie and Frenchie survived) and that Edward is dead, he's got no purpose and thinks of himself as already gone... needless to say, Frenchie has other ideas?
Summary: After the crew kill Ed during the storm, Izzy has a hard time coming to terms with everything thatâs happened. Frenchie helps him see that moving on is an option
Relationships: Pre-ouizzy
Word count: 1.1k+
Warnings: Brief mentions of attempted suicide, excessive alcohol consumption, mentions of death
A/N: apologies for how long this took to write and post, these past few months have been a lot, I hope yâall enjoy
Izzy sits on his bed, staring at the space where his leg should be, taking another swig from the bottle of rum thatâs been permanently stuck to his hand. He never thought it would end like this, never thought he would help kill Blackbeard. As first mate, his loyalty had always been with his captain, he wouldâve done anything for him, but it was also with the crew. If it had been just him and Edward, he wouldâve been honoured to go down with the ship, but the crew didnât deserve that.
So he had done what he had to do to protect the crew, even though a part of him had died that night alongside his captain. What was he now? First Mate to a ghost? There had even been suggestions of âCaptain Handsâ from the crew, did he even deserve that title? Heâs been horrible to them since joining The Revenge, almost getting thrown overboard at his previous attempt as captain. Heâs the one that awoke The Kraken, a chain of events that have led him right here.
He didnât deserve to be captain, didnât deserve the loyalty of a crew heâs let down several times over. Heâs tired and his head is pounding, how is he meant to think of a plan in this state, heâll only let everyone down again.
He continues to wallow in self pity and booze until thereâs a knock on his door. âFuck offâ he growls, scared for anyone to see him in such a state. The door opens anyway, Frenchieâs head poking through the gap, he doesnât speak, probably waiting for Izzy to shout at him to get out. But he doesnât, something about seeing Frenchieâs face makes him soften just a tiny bit. He watches as Frenchie tentatively enters the room, closing the door behind him. At first, the man doesnât say anything, just looks at him, studies him, as if heâs working out whether Izzyâs more likely to fight him or burst into tears. Right now in this state, itâs more likely the latter.
Izzy canât stand the silence anymore, the uneasy feeling that heâs being judged. âWhat dâyou want?â he growls.
âI- I just wanted to check up on you, youâve been through a lotâ Izzy scoffs at that, what an understatement. In the past few weeks heâs had his toes fed to him, confessed his love, lost his leg, tried to kill himself, and killed the man that he loves. He may be a pirate, but even all that is a bit much for the famed Izzy Hands to deal with.
He takes a swig of rum, ready to go off on Frenchie, but he looks at the man again, really looks at him, the sadness that resides in his eyes. None of this is Frenchieâs fault, he doesnât need Izzy shouting at him, no, if this is anyoneâs fault itâs his. âIâm sorryâ Passes his lips instead, taking both him and the other man by surprise.
âSorry? For what?â
âI let you and the rest of the crew down, if anyone should be the new captain itâs you, no one wants this as their captain'' gesturing to his current dishevelled state.
He expects Frenchie to agree, to tell him all the ways he has hated him ever since they joined The Revenge. He definitely doesnât expect a hug. He wants to push him away, to deny himself of the comfort that he doesnât deserve, but heâs weak, emotionally and physically. So instead he allows himself to sink into the manâs embrace, and if a few tears fall, Frenchie was good enough not to mention it. He canât recall the last time he felt so warm, safe, itâs so different to anything heâs used to, for the first time since the incident he feels a tiny glimmer of hope.
Frenchie doesnât let go, letting Izzy choose when he wants to stop, when Izzy does finally let go it was more to relieve the other man than because he wanted it to end. âThank youâ He whispers, staring into his lap.
âHow about I make you a bath?â Frenchie offers.
Izzy shakes his head, not wanting to be a bother. âIâm fineâ
âIt might helpâ Izzy knows heâs right and relents easily, the thought of the warm water soothing his aches and pains, it was too enticing, even if he didnât feel worthy.
Frenchie helps him to the tub, he should be embarrassed to need assistance but he finds he doesnât really care. He allows the man to help him into the tub, sighing with relief when the warm water caresses his weary body. âShould I wait outside or?â Frenchie asks.
âStay. Pleaseâ Izzy has spent enough time alone recently, well for most of his life if heâs being honest with himself.
He allows Frenchie to talk whilst he relaxes in the warm water, even allowing the man to wash his hair. Itâs a comfort he didnât even know he needed until it actually happened, the feeling of Frenchieâs long fingers carding through his hair.
âWhy are you doing this?â his voice a lot smaller than heâd intended.
âWhat?â
âThisâ He gestures to the bath âTaking care of me, itâs not like Iâve ever done anything to deserve it. You and the others could easily chuck me off the ship, Iâm too weak to fight backâ
âWhy would we do that? We all care about you, in fact weâve all agreed that you should be captainâ Frenchie says as he rinses Izzyâs hair. He doesnât know how to react to that, these were people that hated him, crew members that heâd let down time and time again, and yet they cared about him.
âWhy? Why do you all care about me?â
Frenchie seems shocked that heâs even asking. âIzzy, you saved us, yeah youâve been a dick in the past, but youâre our dick, we love youâ Izzy laughs, a genuine laugh, something he thought heâd never do again, it felt nice. Maybe it would all be okay.
âYou really care about me, all of you?â
âMhm, so what do you say, Captain Hands?â
He has to admit that it does have a nice ring to it âCaptain Handsâ he thinks back to the few minutes he tried to be captain before, but things were different then. He has something he didnât have the last time, genuine respect, maybe even some sort of dysfunctional family. âIâll think about itâ he couldnât rush into this, although there were a lot of positives about this new Izzy, there were some negatives too.
âIf youâre worried about your legâ ahh was he really that easy to read âweâll help you, youâre too stubborn to let it stop you anywayâ
Izzy laughs again, heâs laughed more in the past ten minutes then he has in years, he tries not to dwell on that too much. âFine, but on one conditionâ
âWhat is it?â
âYouâll be my first mateâ
âMe?â
âYes you, you twatâ but it doesnât have any bite to it âSo?â
âUm ok then, yes, Captain Handsâ
Frenchie helps him out of the bath, passing him a towel. He sits on the stool smiling to himself as drying himself off.
âThank you Frenchieâ
Frenchie offers him a warm smile in return âSo Captain, whatâs the plan?â
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Can I request a fic about ouizzy, post-S2, with the plot being the crew trying to keep Izzy alive and him nearly dying (like, TCD, maybe) but eventually pulling through and focusing on Frenchie's feelings and actions throuhout?
Summary: After Izzy gets shot and is close to death, Frenchie has to deal with his emotions for the man he has yet to confess his feelings to
Relationships: Ouizzy
Word count: 800+
Warnings: inaccurate pirate medical care
A/N: Sorry itâs been so long since youâre request, I hope this is what you were wanting
Frenchie doesnât leave Izzyâs side as Fang carries him to the bed, the same bed where his leg had been amputated only days ago, how cruel could life be, Frenchie wondered. Heâd kept Izzy safe that time and he could do it again, he had to do it again, not just for Izzy but for himself too.
Roach quickly gets to work, stripping Izzy of his shirt so he could get a better look at the wound, thereâs blood, so much blood. He feels like all he sees these days is blood as if itâs permanently etched into his vision. He takes Izzyâs hand, instantly taken back to the last time heâd held Izzyâs hand a few days ago. How warm it had felt compared to the coldness that surrounded him now. He hadnât even thought when he did it, heâd never seen Izzy so sad, so dejected, and by instinct he had grabbed the manâs hand to comfort him. He hadnât expected it to feel so nice, so right.
Now, the instinct was just as strong, he wanted to protect Izzy, to comfort him even in this unconscious state. He watches on, feeling hopeless as he watches Roach try to stop the bleeding. This is definitely one for the box, he thinks, heâs never gonna want to revisit this memory. Soon it wonât even matter, because Izzy is going to survive this, right?
It takes a while but eventually the wound is dressed and all there is to do now is wait, to hope. He leaves Roach and Izzy, needing some fresh air on deck, finding this is where everyone else has congregated to comfort one another. He glances around, eyes first falling on Jim, gripping Oluâs hand like a lifeline, tears pooling in their eyes. Ed and Stede with their arms wrapped around each other, Fang sobbing into Luciusâ shoulder.
He finds strong arms wrapped around him, knowing immediately they belong to his best friend. He allows himself to sink into Wee Johnâs body, allowing a few sobs to leave him. âHe canât die, I never told himâ Wee John is the only one who knows of Frenchieâs feelings for Izzy, how they had developed during the reign of the kraken.
âHeâs a stubborn fucker, Iâm not even sure he can dieâ
That got a small chuckle from him, Izzy definitely was a stubborn man, thatâs part of what he liked about him. As well as other things like his secret caring nature and that beautiful singing voice that had drawn Frenchie to him like a siren. âThank youâ giving his friend a squeeze.
Everyone takes a turn in visiting Izzy, just in case. Frenchie is one of the only ones to not take a turn yet, he doesnât know how. Instead he sits with Jim and Archie, taking turns in swapping stories about the man. The things heâs done for them over the past few months, their beautiful twat of a unicorn.
âDo you think heâs gone to that place that Blackbeard went to? The gravy basketâ Archie asks. Ed had recounted the whole story one night, until heâd started describing merstede in great detail and Stede had decided to take him back to the cabin.
Jim seems to consider it for a second, twirling their knife with their fingers âmaybe heâs seeing that bastard Hornigold tooâ
âMaybe heâs getting his own mermaidâ Archie counters. Frenchie considers this, wondering if it would still be Ed after everything thatâs happened, he knows who he wishes Izzy most wanted to see. He wishes he could provide that comfort to the man that has come to mean so much to him.
âIâm gonna go sit with Izzyâ Frenchie tells them, they both give him a sympathetic nod. Maybe his adoration for Izzy was more noticeable than he thought.
He takes a seat by Izzyâs bedside, taking the manâs hand in his own, itâs still cold. He doesnât speak for quite a while, simply taking in Izzyâs features, the scar on his forehead, the tattoo, his well groomed goatee.
âI didnât like you at first, we all thought you were a dick. I just thought you were some sort of witch sent to torment us. But then when we met the kraken, I realised you werenât as much of a dick as we thought you were. You saved me and my friends, and saving you in return was less returning a debt and more of an instinct. I guess the same instinct that led to me holding your hand that dayâ
Frenchie continues to ramble on âif you were awake, youâd probably call me a twat and tell me to shut upâ he would do anything for that to be a reality, to have the first mate tell him to stop being such a mopey twat.
His eyes trace the features of the silver haired man, looking for any sign of life but his features stay still. âIf you can hear me, wake up now yeah? You can call me a twat, tell me to fuck off, but just wake up, cause um, I love youâ
Frenchie nearly jumps out of his chair when Izzyâs fingers twitch in his own, his eyes immediately drawn back to the pirateâs face. âIzzy?â
Izzyâs eyes slowly blink open âI love you too, you twatâ
